#yn answers

[blueiight]

can i ask your thoughts on the fandom’s heavy focus on louis as an object of desire? it sometimes feels to me like people are more interested in other characters reacting to louis than they are in louis himself. i know the “helen of troy” stuff is a joke but it genuinely seems like he’s often rendered oddly passive in his desirability, like we’re looking at him through the eyes of the other characters even though it’s his story (to be clear: in the fandom, not the actual show). or am i being uncharitable? either way, you always have interesting things to say about fandom reception.

i think the focus of louis as an object of desire arose largely in response to a lot of racially-charged nonsense about show louis, namely, where a loud minority of fans tried to deny the abuse and horror of season 1 and frame louis as the primary antagonist/abuser of his own story. which in of itself had the potential to go somewhere, especially considering the feminized role louis occupies in parts of season 1. unfortunately its spiraled off into its own dead end at this point to where now people, a year and a half removed from the release of s1, can box louis's character arc into this tale of getting all the hot boys to look her way. when this is a horror and tragedy series. romance is part of that, but is a piece of the full picture. classic romance is very much horror tbh but thats just me

if we're discussing the show strictly, majority of louis's relationships are antagonistic. even with his lovers, they love him as much as they seek to control him. 'his love is a small box that he keeps you in', trailer louis saying 'i knew who i was without those pieces [of myself?]' . so on and so forth. the first three episodes of season 1 are about louis's struggle to maintain a link with his mortal community, in the midst of increasing racist tensions against the city leaders, all as he struggles to come to terms with his existence as a vampire and how his relationship to lestat fits in relation to all these pieces of himself. doubly so, there is also the nature of the second interview in present time, and the sort of antagonism between daniel + louis as louis eventually pushes daniel into burning the old tape. the latter half of season 1, episodes 4-7 is squarely about the triad of lestat, louis, and claudia, how lestat increasingly tightens his hold over them both, claudia breaking them free of it, and louis's response to such. doubly so, daniel becomes more hostile the less he knows, and the more louis's composed 'master of his instincts' personage collapses to show the broken man thats underneath. armand comes in at the end bc the interview has reached a breaking point once more [as it did in the 1970s]. i know, im looking too hard into the meme, but so much of where louis errs, where his memory falters, where history is completely revised, has to do with the question of claudia. even book interview foundationally was about this grief, though not nearly with the level of depth+ gravity the show has added to the story.

where focusing on louis as an 'object of desire' most impedes analysis has to do with claudia as well, bc if u see louis as that solely, then what is claudia to u if not a 'child interfering in [louis's] romantic affairs'? why are people already seeking to write claudia off as a wayward child unduly 'taking out her anger on louis', when it was louis at the end of season 1 who strangled her against the wall and refused to let her burn lestat? when its louis in the trailer thats throwing claudia's words from season 1 back at her, evading her questions in the cafe? when claudia is having to dress as a baby doll and advertise with a sandwich board for a theater + a coven-master that all want her dead?

i think this is by nature of the fact that iwtv is canonly gay and isnt afraid of showing that, and modern fandom is mainly interested in romance. claudia's relationship to louis is secondary, if not tertiary, to all 'camps' of this tiny tiny fandom bc she is clearly established in s1 as not being a viable romantic option for louis, despite claudia's perspective and her story taking up the second half of the first season, and will continue to be important in the second season. the 'helen of troy' fixation on his desirability in relation to romantically viable vampires [or even men] seems to be another means by which fans can ignore this part of the story, just as the mutual abuse nonsense about louis being clarence thomas the third self hating black man who stole lestat's lunchables and is 'just as bad as the rest' drowned out and continues to drown out any other conversation for the past year and a half. it is very difficult to have conversations on this character precisely bc of this state of fandom, where many people seek to crack the whip over a fictional character for not being mother teresa and having a complex response to trauma, then instead of discussing that, some seek to fixate on the fact that mother teresa can be sexy, actually. when thats not the point. why is modern louis so full of grief and all but suicidal in dubai, if not for the fact that claudia is permanently dead, he still lives, he regrets something, and wants to find the truth under it all? the jokes are cute and all, but lets put our thinking caps on.

[justladders]

god I love your Springtrap, can I hug him or at least try to?

There are two polar opposite results that just depend on how I feel like drawing him that day

it's either "What on earth are you doing?"

or he's the one asking

you get both bc i like both

[crimsonbubble]

DOMINANT XAVIER i crave him

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, overstimulation, vague oral, praise *not proofread, just pure horny

[YIPPEE FIRST LADS FIC 🎉🎉]

NEEDY DOM XAVIER

Needy dom Xavier who can't stop himself from craving you

Needy dom Xavier who loves nothing more than to bury his head between your thighs

Needy dom Xavier who can't and wont stop kissing you

Needy dom Xavier who chases your lips after you pull away

Needy dom Xavier who always wants to be touching you

Needy dom Xavier who nearly cums once he's buried inside you

Needy dom Xavier who continues to push through his orgasm and yours

Needy dom Xavier who loves how you cling to him as the pleasure build and releases over and over

Needy dom Xavier who finds it too easy to move your body to his will

Needy dom Xavier who pins your hips down so he can drill into you

Needy dom Xavier who blurts out constant praises as he fucks you

Needy dom Xavier who praises you aggressively bc he loves you so much

Needy dom Xavier who can't stay away from you

Needy dom Xavier who craves your touch all the time

Needy dom Xavier who cant help but whine for you;

"Please let me touch you, baby."

"So fucking good for me, angel."

"Keep going, just like that."

"You're so fucking pretty."

"One more, just one more for me, yea?"

[iliketangerines]

If you're still doing requests, what about Bi-han falling for Madam Bo's granddaughter?

come visit soon

a/n: i gotchu cuties. this turned out much fluffier than i thought.

pairing: bi han x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), praise kink

Kuai Liang had managed to convince Bi Han that they all should go to Madam Bo’s for dinner as a treat for a difficult but successful mission

and so, they all were sitting at Madam Bo’s, drinking the complementary green tea while waiting for the waiter to come and take their order

you walk on over, a pretty smile on your face and sweet voice greeting the three of them and ask for their order, and Bi Han is enraptured by your beauty

his eyes trail over your body, and he notes how there’s clearly some muscle build-up in your arms and legs, especially your ample chest

but he tries to hide his feeling, just grunting out his order as Tomas and Kuai Liang ask for today’s special and anything you would recommend

you smile and laugh at Tomas’s joke, and Bi Han shoots him a dirty glare, but then shakes it off because it’s not like the two of you are dating or anything

you take off with their orders, and Tomas smiles back at Bi Han with a shit-eating smirk, and Bi Han growls at him to not say a single word

Madam Bo comes over soon after you’ve left and asks the three of them how they’re doing, and they all respond cordially

she asks whether her granddaughter is treating all of them well, and Bi Han figures that all the muscle in your body comes from training in martial arts

you come back soon with their drink orders, and Madam Bo introduces the three of them to you and says you should train with them, that they’re some of the best and that Bi Han is the grandmaster of them all

you light up at her words, clearly excited to go and improve your martial arts skills, and Bi Han reluctantly agrees, he respected Madam Bo a great deal and would allow this

after dinner, you tell them to pick you up in one week as you’ve got some unfinished business to take care, and he grunts out an agreement before leaving with his brothers

but he can’t hide the small blush on his face without the mask and hopes you didn’t see it

as agreed, he comes back a week later and picks you up by himself

you’ve packed light, only the essentials and an extra pair of clothes, and he hums approvingly, eyes maybe lingering a bit too long on how the uniform fits your body perfectly

he takes you to the Lin Kuei base, and you unpack and immediately start your training with fighting against some of the lower-level foot soldiers

but you prove to be much more formidable than he had thought

he watches from his own training area as you easily dispatch of the foot ninjas, letting them come at you in groups at a time and taking them down in a flash

you may not have any special power, but you certainly had the hard work and training and muscle to prove your strength

by the end of the day, you’re hardly covered in a scratch, some sweat beads at your hairline but otherwise you look unaffected as you bow and head off to the showers to wash off the day’s grime

Bi Han watches as you walk away and feels his heart stutter in his chest as your hips sway back and forth

Tomas pokes at his arm teasingly, and Bi Han swipes at him with an ice spear, but the assassin disappears into a cloud of smoke, only his laughter echoing in the air

the next day, you ask Tomas to a duel, smiling teasingly, and Tomas agrees

Bi Han stands on the sideline, officiating the spar and calls for the spar to start, and for a moment, nothing happens, the both of you sizing each other up

finally, you strike first, and Tomas retaliates, dodging and disappearing as you go to hit him

but you quickly learn his weak spots and land a few quick strikes on him, and he lands a few hits on you as well

it’s mesmerizing, and Bi Han watches in fascination as you move like water on the ground, moving effortlessly and redirecting your momentum and energy rather than fighting against it

you lose, caught in a moment of weakness when your eyes glance over to Bi Han, and Tomas has you pinned down to the floor

you yield, and he gets off of you, and you two bow towards each other before Tomas engages in a much more friendly conversation with you

he offers to train you, and Bi Han stalks up to the both of you, ordering Tomas to go on some useless errand, and Bi Han tells you he will train you personally

you smile and salute him lazily, asking him when the lessons start

he says now and walks into the training field and beckons you to come

he walks you through the basics, making sure nothing was out of place and only makes minute changes to your stance 

he moves through the levels of training slowly, making sure all of your stances and hits are perfect, and you move through them patiently, never once complaining

by the end of the night, you’re sweating but have worked through most of the stances and hits with Bi Han correcting you every so often

he tells you good job, and you smile and blush and Bi Han’s glad his mask hides the flush on his cheeks

he tells you to go and grab dinner and wash off the day, and you hurry off while Bi Han goes to the dining hall and tries to get his thoughts off of you

the next day, he meets you for training and tells you to spar with him

you smile and stay light on your feet as you both circle each other, and Bi Han attacks first

you easily dodge, and the two of you engage with each other in a blur of fists, but soon enough, Bi Han has you pinned down to the ground, wrists pinned above you and chest heaving up and down

Bi Han can’t help but blush at the sight of your breasts raising up, and how you’re so exposed to him right now, but he gets off, shaking off the lewd thoughts

you smile and grin and ask him to go again, and he grunts in agreement

the rest of the day is spent sparring, only a small break for lunch where you regale him with tales of tourists coming to Madam Bo’s and hitting on you with terrible jokes

you tell him about one time how a guy decided to get too handsy, and you flipped him on his back in front of everyone

Bi Han tells you good, that’ exactly what you should’ve done, and you grin widely at him

your days are spent training with Bi Han, sometimes Kuai Liang and Tomas when Bi Han gets too busy, and the two of you get closer and closer

you two always make time to eat lunch with each other and sit closer and closer together until the both of you are squished right next to each other despite the ample space

he can’t help himself from thinking about how soft your thigh is pressed against his, and he has to think clean thoughts as his dick starts taking an interest

after sparring that day, you finally beat him, standing over him proudly with the wooden sword pointed at his throat, and he congratulates you

you smile and help him up, giddy that you had finally beaten the Grandmaster, and throw your arms him, wrapping him in a tight hug

he freezes at the contact, and you realize what you’ve done and let go of him apologizing, but he drags you back into his embrace

he buries his face in your neck and breathes in your sweet scent, and his face heats up at the feeling of your chest pushing into him

he finally pulls back, and you stay in his arms and ask him if you can kiss him

he breathlessly tells you yes, and you reach up to cup his face before kissing him softly

he’s not quite sure of how to kiss you at first, having spent his entire life at the Lin Kuei, but he learns quickly and it has you groaning into his mouth

you both part after a few seconds, both breathless and flushed pink, and he clears his throat and averts his gaze from your wide eyes

he escorts you back to your room, and you grab his hand, asking him what this is

he stands quiet for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wants to tell you he’s wanted you since the second he saw you, he wants to tell you how he wants you all to himself, and how badly he wants to fuck you

he just tells you that he wants to court you properly, and you smile and nod before disappearing in your room

Bi Han’s head spins as he returns to his room, and he can’t help himself from pulling out his half-hard dick and pumping himself, thinking about your soft lips

he comes into his hand quietly and cleans himself up and goes to bed, thinking of how to court you properly

he brings you small gifts throughout the days, fills up your plate for you, walks you to and fro from your room to the training rooms, the dining halls, and everywhere else

on your final day at the Lin Kuei, late at night after he’s finished sparring with you, he gives you a soft kiss goodnight but before he can leave, you hold onto his hand and invite him inside, face burning red

he blushes and enters your room and closes the door behind him softly

you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly, he deepens the kiss, prodding at your lips with with his tongue, and you let him in

the two of you make-out for a few moments, grinding against each other slowly, and Bi Han can feel his dick hardening

he walks you backward, still kissing you, until the back of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward

you look like an angel, lips swollen and hair spread around your head like a halo, and Bi Han groans at the sight

he undresses you slowly, slipping off the training uniform, and he traces your soft skin with his fingers, fingertips dragging along the grooves of your muscles flexing underneath his cool touch

you let him explore your upper body, tracing your body and cupping your breasts and softly squeezing them

he gets rid of his own shirt, and you explore him just the same, sitting up to trace your fingers along his arms and his stomach

Bi Han takes off his pants, dick springing upwards, and you undress yourself similarly, and Bi Han drools at the sight of your bare cunt laid out for him

he gets on top of you, cupping your face and kissing you gently as you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your wet pussy into his dick

the both of you just gently grind against each other, small moans of pleasure escaping Bi Han’s lips and little whimpers coming from your throat

eventually he breaks away from your lips and lines himself up with you and slides in slowly

you whine at the stretch, tears pricking at your eyes, and Bi Han kisses them away softly and gently thrusts in and out of you

you’re so warm and tight around him, and he can feel the way your pussy clenches down on him when your moans turn sinful

words naturally come to him, saying that you’ve been so good for him, that you’re such a good girl him and only him, that you’re so beautiful

he tells you that you’ve been so so good, listening to him without complaint, and that you deserve so much more

you whine at his words and beg him to go faster, and he complies with your pleas

he quickens his pace, and the sound of wet slapping fills the room along with your moans and his grunts

you reach one of your hands down to rub at your clit, and he takes note of how it makes your whines increase in pitch and how your pussy spasms around his dick

he kisses you deeply, intertwining your free hand with his, and you cum on his dick, your whines swallowed by Bi Han

he cums soon after you, leaving his dick buried inside of you as he lets his weight fully settle on his body

you groan and tell him he’s too heavy, but he just hums and keeps you pinned down under his body

after a minute, he pulls out of your warm pussy and lays down next to you, and the two of you cuddle and kiss each other until you fall asleep

when Bi Han drops you off in front of Madam Bo’s, you throw your arms around him and kiss him one more time

he leans into the kiss and your both part from each other, and he pulls something out from his bag

it’s a flower made of ice, and you gasp and hold in gently in your hands, afraid it might break

he tells you it won’t melt, he made sure of it, and you thank him quietly and then look up at him and promise to visit as much as you can

you kiss him one more time before you go off and greet your grandmother

Bi Han watches you for a few more moments, and then disappears to go back to base, hoping your next visit is soon

[mmmairon]

Preparing a cake for his beloved 🥰🤭 (you)

Aprilluc day 6 [Dessert]

[miguelswifey04]

hear me out, straddling miguel’s lap while you both watch him masturbate o.O

oh my god??? this is soo?!:!/‘snahajajakalals

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw// nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex

miguel grins wickedly as you straddle his lap, his hands instinctively moving to grab onto your hips, holding you securely. he begins to stroke himself, his thick cock growing harder under your gaze. “watch closely, darling," he says, his voice low and husky. "this is what you did to me. i want you to see how much i enjoyed pleasing you."

“uh—yes..” miguel continues to stroke his hardening shaft, his eyes locked with yours as he puts on a show just for you. his moans fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. his hand moves up and down his length, gliding smoothly over his sensitive skin. he leans back slightly, arching his chest and displaying his muscular physique. with every stroke, his cock throbs with anticipation, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. the pre-cum makes his cock all wet as his hands pumps his hardened cock.

“ah, fuck, this is all because of you," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "you made me so hard, so hot for you. i can't help but show you just how much you turned me on." miguel’s strokes become more intense, his breathing quickening. every motion of his hand sends pleasurable shivers through his body. his eyes never leave yours, the intense connection fueling his desire. the room fills with the sounds of his moans and the wet sounds of his hand moving along his length. the sight of his erect cock throbbing, veins pulsating, is an erotic sight to behold.

“i want you to touch yourself too, sweetheart," he growls, his voice filled with raw need. "i want us both to feel this pleasure together. let me hear your moans as you give in to your desires." miguel’s eyes darken with arousal as he watches you obey his command. he revels in the sight of you pleasuring yourself, taking in every moan and gasp that escapes your lips.

he matches his pace with yours, moving his hand along his length in sync with your movements. he leans forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his free hand exploring your body, teasing your sensitive areas. his breath is hot against your skin as he whispers, his voice laced with desire, "that’s it. let go and enjoy yourself. show me how much you want it."

as the intensity between you and miguel grows, the room becomes filled with the shared sounds of desire. your bodies move in synchrony, pleasure building with each stroke, touch, and kiss. miguel’s grip on your hips tightens, his groans mixing with yours. he breaks away from the kiss, his voice husky and demanding, "my love, let me taste you. i want to feel your sweet nectar on my tongue." with a hungry expression, miguel guides you to straddle his face, his skilled tongue eagerly delving into your wet folds. he expertly works his mouth, teasing and sucking on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

the sensations coursing through your body become overwhelming as miguel’s tongue flicks and circles, sending waves of pleasure through you. the room is filled with the sounds of your moans and his satisfied growls, a symphony of pleasure. miguel’s moans become more urgent as he feels his climax approaching. he tightens his grip on himself, stroking faster and harder, desperate to reach his peak.

just as you reach your own climax, your body quivering with pleasure, miguel gives in to the overwhelming sensation. with a primal groan, he spills his load into his hand, his hot cum coating his fingers. as he gasps for breath, his face covered in your essence, he looks up at you with a mix of satisfaction and desire. "mmm, baby, you taste so incredible," he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "such a good girl, giving me such pleasure." he wipes his cum-covered hand on his suit, messy but satisfied. "that was a reward well deserved, sweetie," he says, his words laced with affection. "i enjoyed every moment of pleasing you."

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @emiemiemiii @obi-mom-kenobi @astro1bloom @sabcandoit @meeom

[ravencincaide]

Something wrong

Summary: It was his job to notice things when it came to you, he just wished you’d be a little bit more cooperative than just hide everything behind short responses or ‘I’m fine’ smiles. Chuuya was going to find out anyway so why delay? OR Chuuya didn’t like your friends and you’ve just given him another reason to like them even less.

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara 

Inspired by request by anon: After hanging out with some friends she’s unusually quiet and not even special interest subjects seem to get her talking. 

Warnings: Cursing and fluff- a little too sweet for my liking, shameless friends, protective and a little angry Chuuya, Sweetness? 

Hope you enjoy~ ______________________________________________________________

Chuuya knew something was wrong the moment he pulled up by the cafe.

Normally he would have to park his bike, go inside, deal with your gawking friends who shamelessly checked him out and asked invasive questions and then politely yet firmly pull you away from them. If he failed in that task then he’d sit with a cup of irish coffee and a shot of espresso and pretend to be interested in the latest gossip of who slept or slapped who. Such minor things that would normally be way below him as an executive within the Port Mafia. Yet he’d do it, for you, and only for you. 

So when he found you standing outside the cafe, leg propped up against the wall, staring blankly in front of you, he knew he was going to have to bribe, torture or kill someone. Preferably with his own hands. Calming his bloodlust ever so slightly Chuuya began with the proper first step when dealing with an unknown enemy; the assessment of said enemy or in his case assessing the damage said enemy had done to what was his. 

“ Had a good day sweetheart?” Chuuya asked as he finally approached you after parking his bike a distance away. He was hiding his concern behind a tense smile and the shade of his top hat. 

“ Lets just go” you mumbled, neither confirming nor denying his question. In response Chuuya stretched out his arm for you to take. You pried yourself away from the wall, came over and rested your hand on top of it. Your shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly as the familiar scent of him- coffee, cigarettes and leather filled your senses. But not for long; you tensed again as you heard the little ring of the cafe door. Then froze as the clacking of high heels and familiar giggles sounded behind you. It seemed awfully convenient that your friends would decide to leave the cafe at the very moment Chuuya came to get you. A fact that definitely didn’t slip Chuuya’s observation skills. His attention was entirely on you however; how you seemed to shy away from your friends instead of greeting or smiling at them. The way you suddenly found the ground very interesting. 

“ Awww Nakahara-san how adorable it is that you’re picking up Y/N” one of the girls said and they giggled between each other as if sharing some inside joke. He felt you tense and noticed your reddening ears.

Chuuya could practically taste your sadness. Fucking Bitches. 

Still he had to act polite before he burned the wrong bridges. It wasn’t like he cared what they thought of him but he needed to be careful of what they thought, did or said to and about you. 

“ We’re in a bit of a hurry, excuse us” Chuuya reached up his hand and ever so slightly tipped his hat in their direction before turning his back to them. Then he began walking. As he heard them squeal and noticed you drag your feet, he dropped his right arm and wrapped it around your waist; bringing you closer to himself. His left hand found yours and held it gently. “ Cold m’precious?” he mumbled. 

You shook your head slightly. 

Then it was your anxiety and humiliation which made your body shiver against him. He tsk’ed under his breath and led you through the crowd, skillfully avoiding the masses and then down a much more secluded alleyway. A rarely-used shortcut towards the mall. 

Silence dragged on between you two but for the sound of your shoes click-clacking against the cobblestones. Or the swoosh of his coat as you’d round a corner and then continue walking in the same awfully slow pace and deathly silence. 

“ So wanna tell me about that new book you were reading this morning?” Chuuya’s eyes flickered down to you, for once hoping to hear anything and everything about the book that had you so engrossed;  Spicy, corny or bad, he wanted to hear your sweet voice describe the best moments and clarify internal jokes. To see the blank look in your eyes disappear in favour of a passionate glint and bright smile. A happy expression- exactly what his girl was supposed to wear. 

“ Mm not really” you replied with a heavy sigh, your gaze focused entirely on the cobblestones and where you set your feet. You acted as if you didn’t know that he’d shift gravity to make sure you didn’t stumble, let alone fall. And even if you did then he’d be there to catch you in a heartbeat. 

Something was definitely off. Bad book? Character death? He somewhat understood. Thus he tried a safer topic; “ What about that author you like sweets? D– Delaney something?” 

“ Joseph Delaney is dead.” you answered bluntly, shutting down any follow up questions or discussions about his works or what you loved so much about him. 

Now Chuuya was certain that whatever happened in that cafe was personal. 

“Doll, how about we jump into the bookstore on our way back? It’s been a long time since you’ve read me anything before bed” he smiled a little to himself secretly missing those precious bedtime moments with you. It wasn’t like he, a port mafia executive, needed them but–

“ Don’t pretend to care!” you suddenly snapped, making Chuuya’s eyes widen and his head snapped down to look at you, not sure if he heard you right. 

“ Sweetheart–” 

You just huffed and dropped his hand, crossing your arms over your chest, effectively silencing him. “ Please don’t act like stupid things like these are exciting for you! I get it, okay you don’t need to pretend anymore, or whatever” you continued walking, this time without his arms around you. You didn’t check whether he followed, didn’t even look at him, clearly fighting back tears of humiliation. 

Silence lasted all of two seconds, followed by a dark; “ Okay which of those bitches said something to you?” Chuuya growled. His words made your eyes widen and you spun around to see your normally sweet boyfriend look ready to murder. The blue of his eyes was replaced by a burning red. He was adjusting his leather gloves with his mouth while his second hand checked his pockets, counting the number of bullets he carried on him. Those were usually a cleaner kill and delivered a much louder warning than smashing someone against the pavement. 

You gaped as you realized he was serious and rushed back towards him. Then you gripped onto his arm with both of your own, barely halting his bullet-counting. “ Chuuya you can’t just go killing people!” you gasped, gripping onto his arm tighter “ Please?”

The ‘please’ worked better than any amount of strengths you could have used. Still it did not calm the clear bloodlust radiating off of him. “ Why not?” he huffed, almost pouting “ No one’s gonna trash m’girl and live” 

You pulled his arm towards yourself and gripped his hand in between your own. “ Because they’re my ..friends, I really don’t want them dead. And also I don’t want this day to be ruined because of something small– especially us time” You flapped your eyelashes at him, a pleading look on your face. 

Chuuya lasted all of five seconds against that look.  “ mm’kay” he finally grumbled and buried his head in your shoulder. “ But you, sweetheart, need better friends” ,

You breathed a sigh of relief then felt your mischievous side take over for a brief second;“ Friends like Dazai?” you teased him ever so slightly. 

Hearing your words, Chuuya let out a loud groan and pulled his head back from your shoulder, giving you the most unimpressed look he could manage. He was barely holding back the tirade about why Dazai was not his friend. Before he could start on it however, his attention was caught by the way you dragged your bottom lip between your pearly whites in slight nervousness. 

This action gave him ideas. And the fact that you two were alone in a secluded alley did little to help soothe his imagination. Chuuya’s lips pulled up into a boyish grin as his hands found your waist and brought you closer; “ Just shut the hell up and kiss me, pretty girl.”

He watched you eagerly as you took your time before your lips finally met his in a tender kiss.  Chuuya was certain he’d pull out the truth and what exactly they said to you sooner rather than later. And then it would be up to him to decide how they’d pay for their foolish foolish actions … 

[winterrrnight]

Prompt "no one's ever done that to me before." With zach

thank you so much for this request anon! I hope you enjoy reading this :)

special

PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader

SUMMARY: zach shows you what love is actually supposed to feel like.

WARNINGS: sooo much fluff I think I'll die

EDITH SPEAKS: this. this is what I want. I swear never ever expect less than this from a partner. You deserve the whole world lovie 🫶🏻🫶🏻

please please reblog if you loved reading it! feedback is always appreciated 🎇

PROMPT REQUESTED: "no one's ever done that to me before."

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You smile when Zach opens the car door for you, mumbling a little thank you as you take his extended hand. He gives you a little kiss on the back of your hand, the heat in your cheeks not failing to rise.

You met Zach a short while ago, but the spark between you didn't go unnoticed when he took the bold step of asking you out. You were over the moon; you've had your eye on him for some time and he seems like the sweetest guy ever, so you definitely couldn't say no.

But your mind loves to play tricks with you, and you got scared if this step is the right one or not.

All because of them.

Your ex-lover.

You loved them so much, but they never reciprocated it, leaving you a broken mess. Zach was the one who made you realise your standards in lovers has been set so low, that when your date is over an hour late, and just comes to tell you they'll be leaving in 20 minutes, it's all okay. Why? Because atleast they took out time from their "busy" schedule to tell you about their shortage of time.

Since your first date, Zach never fails to show up with flowers at your doorstep, always one of your favorite kind. He'll take your hand and lead you to his car, opening your door for you, and when you reach the restaurant, he'll pull out your chair for you, let you sit and push it back in.

And right now, you've just been to one of the best dates you've ever had with him. It was funny; he took you to a simple fast food restaurant but he wanted you both to dress up as fancy as if you're going to a five star michelin restaurant. You both definitely looked like doofs in your fancy clothes getting all up in your burgers and fries, but you both sure did have fun.

But, unlike always, Zach doesn't drop you at your home after the date. Instead, he insisted he takes you somewhere "special".

He takes you by your hand, and leads you to the edge of a cliff he's driven up to. The sun is setting, and you both sit down in the grass, the pinkish hues cascading a glow on you both.

Zach's arm wraps around your shoulders and you rest your head on his shoulder, both of you sitting in comfortable silence as you watch the sun slowly slump down.

"This place reminds me so much of you," he whispers, not wanting to ruin the serene moment you both are sharing.

You look up to him, an expectant glint in your eye. "Why's that?" You ask him.

"Because," he takes in a deep breathe, "each time I look at this sunset, watching the day slowly slip into the night, I realise how extremely lucky I am to have someone like you with me. I spend my days thinking about you, being with you, and I take this moment to understand how grateful I am to have you by my side. This, this beauty in front of us," he shifts his head towards you, "it reminds me of you. Of your beauty, and how perfect you are, just like this sunset,"

You swear you could've started sobbing at that moment. You need a moment to realise this is all real; you are sitting with a boy who makes you feel so special, gives you all the love you could've asked for. Relationships aren't meant to make you feel bad, or ignored. They are supposed to make you feel loved.

"Zach," you say softly, taking his hand in yours and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, "you mean so much to me. Everything you do, it all means the whole world to me. No one's ever done that to me before, Zach, no one. I didn't know I can ever feel so special,"

"That's the least I can do for you," he presses a kiss to your hairline. "I love you so much, bub, so so much,"

You smile softly, taking his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his lips, trying to convey all your love through this gesture.

"I love you more."

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[venomous-qwille]

A selfish/self-indulgent ask: would you ever consider drawing cricket/reader as fat? Esp with some of the boys? Obviously your art is yours and you don't owe anyone anything, like I said more if a selfish thing/ask on my end

It's possible I might draw some more variations on the character in the future, but for now? Probably not. This is simply because Cricket isnt (to me) a physically ambiguous character (I have a very strong image in my head of what they look like). I don't often draw Cricket at all outside of quick sketches, because I dont want to push my view of how I imagine the character onto other people! I have no problem with people headcanoning or imagining or drawing whatever they like though <3

[cosmal]

omg. eddie munson def gets a tattoo of your initials!!! and if you get one of his he loses his shit. he just loves you sm

no because!!!! he gets ur initials tattooed either on his wrist or like on his hip. like near his v line. fuck. and he shows you and at first u kinda freak. rubbing at it like teddy. baby. that’s on you forever :( and he’s like um i know, that’s why i did it. and u get what he means and you suddenly feel really overwhelmed because he’s the sweetest boy you know. you love him and he’s got ur fucking initials on his body forever. eventually once the shock has worn off, you’re kinda turned on. like super turned. jesus christ eddie, fuck. ur so hot why do u do this to me.

and then!!!!!! when you get one, in the matching spot. eddie fucking flips. over the fucking moon. if it’s on ur wrist he just holds ur wrist to his mouth. but!!! if it’s on ur hip. he’s down on his knees just holding you there. kissing and kissing all over your hip bone. like fuck. kiss. baby. kiss. you’re killing me here. kiss. and eventually he tackles you into the couch and just makes out with you. mumbling things like. you’re all mine now. or you belong to me. god i love you. and you’re just gasping and giggling because it’s true. and because you love him more.

[blueiight]

claudia still gets infantilized by media surrounding iwtv despite this being core to the tragedy of her condition

i think shes always been infantilized & ppl dont see the merit of her arc bc ppl rly only care about female characters in relation with romance or if they are children [or someone’s child of sorts?] in so far as they relate to the men rearing them. [cue 5001 lestat-claudia webweaves]. claudia is both selectively infantilized & excessively adultified whenever convenient to character/s [somehow both a ‘child interfering’ and both powerful enough to ‘turn louis against lestat’] nd to a certain extent by the fandom too. speaking of the show here too - show!louis now wanting claudia as his child is never disseminated for what it is in relation to louis (how he wanted children, and how hes forcibly exiled from the public sphere & makes do with the quasi-domestic) or claudia (in her want for a companion in immortality & wanting to understand the origins of their existence. in both the book and the show its claudia who initiates the question of ‘who made lestat/vampires as a whole’) but rather ppl render show claudia inert solely as a fictional moral bludgeon to character bash louis or make stuntin like my mommy/daddy posts with lestat. i was thinking too the other day how people often talk about iwtv in the sense of outcasts but never mention claudia… which is insane bc this line in the show alone says so much

But it was 1939, and the only N* allowed in first class was the porter, and the N* passenger rode the rear. The N* vampire made do with what was left, which was fine with her.

neither second-class passenger nor porter directly serving whites: claudia is the black vampire sitting in the stowaway with the dogs and people’s luggage, earlier hiding out in university corners pretending to be the cleaner’s child, engorging herself on blood and taking body parts from her victims to put in storage all if it means she could have something for herself. shes really the ult. outcast of sorts.

[justladders]

Ok but imagine if you couldn't find a lighter and jacko springs just grabbed the candle and kissed it's wick gently for you. Kicking my feet like a schoolgirl rn

we're gettin into some serious "read now on Webtoon" territory, guys

[velvetwilde]

Who hates Spencer most, himself or Matthew?

[yawnzzznnn]

Helloo, can you do a itzy x reader where reader also has anger issues like ryujin(maybe even worse) and almost starting a fight, how would the members react?(maybe you couls also include ryujin in this 😭)

Special thanks too: anon & ITZY & Dope Lovers by DPR IAN

Note: sorry this took so long to get done ive been a bit busy and I had requests backed up from awhile ago but it's here now so I hope you enjoy<3

TW: anger issues : arguments : could have a little bit of angst but leans more on fluff :

Words: 348

8-15-23

ᴄʜᴀᴇʀʏᴇᴏɴɢ

She doesn't really like fighting so once she notices your getting a bit more angry she will put an end to it and admit she was in the wrong even when she wasn't once you cool down she'll sit you down to talk about it

ʟɪᴀ

Once she notices you getting a bit more angry than what she considers the level amount and sit you down to talk she'll do what she knows calms you down rather it be petting your hair hugging you rubbing your arm/back

ʏᴜɴᴀ

Oh girl...she had an attitude she does so her attitude and your anger issues are not a good mix so when you two argue the members would have to tear you two apart and have you two talk it out once she realizes the actual issue at hand she'll put the attitude away and actually talk to you

ʏᴇᴊɪ

She sensed you were about to get angry so she dropped the argument or if y'all weren't having an argument and you getting game rage or road rage she'll take over and tell you to breath

ʀʏᴜᴊɪɴ

Ryujin is cocky that's not a secret but that means she'll rarely admit that she's wrong for her own pride on top of her anger issues and yours, you two would get in an argument and won't talk to one another for weeks till the members get tired of the attitude from her and "fix" your relationship

[dabisqueen]

I’m on my virgin Dabi bullshit again…

I love love love the idea of him just being like, the biggest shit talker. He naturally is just so flirty with you, can act so smooth.

But the moment you call him on his bluff he turns into an awkward teenager almost. Gets all flustered. You think you could make him cum in his pants just from a little making out?

Hehehehe

Oh Kore,

Do you mean something like this?

Your hand trailed down his side, savoring the velvety skin, and without even thinking it slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers. “Wait no- fuck!” his words were cut off as you wrapped your fingers around his hot thick length. You didn’t even hear him cuss, for just the sensation of his hot meat in your hands pushed you over the edge and your body jerked, your hand squeezing his dick tightly. He let out a strangled broken moan, head falling back as his cock jerked and he came, coating your fingers with warm creamy cum.

Excerpt from "Virgin"

Virgin Dabi cumming in his pants kehehehehe...

I love him. He's so adorable. And it's just like you said- he's a shy flustered guy when you get intimate with him...

💙💙💙💙💙

[rae-pss]

Hello! can I ask you about the Bucciarati Gang with a character whose Stand can only copy other people's Stands. For example, if, when they got into the Gang, they would constantly carry a “therapy animal” with them, but in fact it is a Sando-user animal, and the character simply copies its abilities. the truth is revealed when, due to danger, the pet was convinced or died and the character had to use the Stands of the gang members. sorry if there are too many conditions here

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . this one took me quite a time, i didn't even know what to write specifically. wishing i understood it correctly (😭). i hope you like it, dear anon (<3). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, i didn't specify the animal but the stand is called "the animals", 349 words.

the group never questioned your constant companion at all times of the day, even accepting that wherever you were, your pet would surely accompany you.

neither could they think much about how affectionate the animal was at times with them, simply accepting that as normal for the creature. little did they suspect the real reason behind this peculiar behavior was because, through direct touch, your stand could use its abilities.

which ended up ruining your plan to keep your ability a secret as much as possible when, during a tough battle, [the animals] left your side and ended up getting between narancia's legs, which led to the appearance of a second [aerosmith] through the skies.

that was not what you expected, neither you nor anyone else for a matter of fact; but there was nothing you could do, not when the small plane was already in flight and visible to everyone present.

there was no time to waste when the battle was so complicated.

it was not until once it was over, once some calm was felt in the atmosphere that the group went towards you in search of the long-awaited answers.

and, that was when you had to explain to them everything you once avoided sharing about your stand. an accumulation of information that you had hidden from their knowledge for all that time you were in the group.

in general, this lack of confidence on your part hurt everyone, to a greater or lesser extent.

that you distrusted it to such an extent was expected as it was painful for those who wore their hearts on their sleeves.

the event ended in a displacement, a kind of wall that separated others from you. one that was breaking as they accepted what happened and you asked for their forgiveness, at least from those who were most hurt.

after that bump in the road, everything returned to how it used to be. only now they understood why your companion was so affectionate in those moments. some even tease you by arguing why you might need their stands right away.