#don’t fetishize me white boy

[melancholymetropolis]

Exchange pt. III

plot: In which Gojo and Y/N wake up together and have morning sex

pairings: Clan Leader!Gojo Saturo x Lawyer!Reader

genre(s): Porn with Feelings

warnings: unedited (mostly). PORN PORN PORN!!!!!!!!!! (This is kinda stand-alone piece) safe sex. oral sex (f receiving). light choking. multiple positions. fingering. squirting. PIV SEX. pet names (sweetheart, sweetness, darling, etc.) multiple orgasms. LAUGHING DURING SEX. lowkey rom com vibes. play wrestling.

song association: Fetish by Selena Gomez

a/n: don't fight me! I come with smut (3k words worth)

w.c: 4.6k

part(s): Part I Part II

A head of unruly, white hair rested comfortably on my chest. Gentle breaths eased out of the owner's nostrils as he slept peacefully. Parted, pink lips were left slightly ajar and pushed out a deep breath every so often. A pool of drool fell from the mouth as well. It created a medium size spot on my tee shirt. His strong arms were wrapped around my midsection and one of his legs was resting between mine. Saturo held onto me like I was his lifeline. The very oxygen gracing his lungs. Even in his sleep, the man couldn't fake his affection for me. 

My hand found his hair moments later. My fingertips caressed the thick, full locks tenderly. He was truly something of a fairy tale. His face was almost angelic in the low light. It kissed his pale skin like a lover and embraced him with a fondness I knew all too well. Wispy, white lashes graced his drowsy eyes. My hand lowered from his hair and to his cheek. My fingers brushed against the smooth, clear skin of the area. 

“Keep touching me like that,” Saturo grunted, nuzzling my chest. “And I'll get the wrong idea.”

A soft smile fell onto my lips. “And what idea is that?”

“That you're falling in love with me.” Amusement dripped from his voice like a faucet.

I playfully swatted the top of his head. “Oh shut up!”

He lifted his head from my chest in one swift motion. His blue eyes sparkled in the low light and that sleepy smile stabbed me in the heart. 

Holy fuck is he gorgeous, I found myself thinking.

“Admit it, sweetheart,” he teased. “You’re falling in love with me. I mean why else would you invite me to your bed.” 

“Maybe because it was 3 AM when we finished eating?” I suggested, a smile falling to my lips. “And you shouldn’t be driving while exhausted?”

He paused, pretended to think for a minute, before shooting me the cockiest fucking look I had ever seen in my life. “It could be that,” he started. “Or, you were just so worried about your husband’s well being that you wanted him to sleep safely in your arms for the night.”

“Boy, bye!” I chuckled, pushing against his shoulders. “Now you’re dragging it.”

Saturo lifts his body from mine and I instantly felt a cooling sensation dance between the space. 

“Come on, wifey,” he grinned. “You don’t have to hide feelings from your husband.”

I shoved at his shoulders again. “Keep talking like that and I’m gonna kick you off the bed.”

“Oh, I’d like to see you try,” he provoked.

A knowing smirk fell on my lips. “Challenge accepted.”

Before Saturo could throw a snide comment my way, both of my legs hooked around his waist. At the same time, my arms latched underneath his pits. I swung our bodies to the left, effectively switching our positions.  I straddled his waist, allowing my lower half to pin his legs to the bed. I placed both hands on his T-shirt covered chest and pinned his upper half down as well. His blue eyes widened with utter astonishment, fear and a little something else I couldn’t exactly catch. 

“Fuck, you’re stronger than I thought,” he gasped, eyes trailing over my body. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. “I was not expecting that. Like at all…. Shit. I think you took my breath away. Literally.”

Laughter erupted from my chest and poured from my lips. “Well, there's a first time for everything.”

His hands rested on my thighs, a look of amazement still on his face. “Seriously, sweetheart, is there something you're not telling me.”

“Like what?” I giggled. 

“I don't know. . . Like maybe you have a secret second life that requires you to be as strong a fucking body builder.”

“Seriously, ‘Toru, you're being ridiculous.”

“I'm not being— wait. What did you just say?”

I raised an eyebrow. “That you're being ridiculous?”

“Before that,” a smile slowly formed on his face.

“Seriously?”

“After that.”

“I didn't say anything—”

“Don't deny it, sweetness,” the smile was so wide that it practically covered half of his face. “You called me by my first name.”

“I did no such thing!” I crossed my arms over my chest and playfully avoided his gaze.

“Not only that,” he replied, lifting his back from the bed. “You gave me a nickname.”

“No I did not—ah!”

Saturo flipped our bodies back to their original position, with him on top. His massive hand took hold of both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. His knees rested on either side of my thighs, caging my body underneath his. Saturo used his other hand to cradle my face and direct my gaze directly into his eyes. They were electric blue, once again. They shined brightly before me in a way I had only seen twice before. Once at the wedding and the other last night in the restaurant. They searched my face for something I couldn't necessarily pick up. Some truth hidden beneath the surface that I was too scared to reveal. The longer he stared, the deeper the ringing in my ear sounded. 

“Say it again,” his voice dropped to a whisper. 

“Say what?” I smirked, pulling at my wrists. 

“Playing coy is gonna get you in trouble, sweetheart,” he replied, returning my smirk. “I'd watch it if I were you.”

“And what exactly are you gonna do, Ole husband of mine?” I replied, a lustful glint in my eye. “Spank me?”

His jaw clenched and the grip on my wrists tightened. “Please don't threaten me with a good time, sweetness.” He shivered, visibly. “I'll have you on my lap before that cute little nickname leaves your lips a second time.”

“Is that a promise?” I said, allowing my eyes to drop half lidded. 

Saturo sucked in a breath and he clenched his jaw. “I am trying my best to behave. To be the gentleman you deserve. But all I can think about is burying myself in that sweet pussy and fucking you until the next sun rise. So, please, darling, don't tease me. My meager heart cannot take it.”

The desire burned in his eyes like sunshine through a magnifying glass. Point it at just the right angle and the object underneath would catch fire. The object or, more specifically, the person underneath said magnifying glass happened to be me. His gaze was beginning to set my body ablaze. Flashes of our last entanglement flickered through my mind like an old film. The heaviness of his body against mine as he pumped into me like a piston. The feeling of his tongue on my skin and how he groaned my name. I remember the way my nails scraped against the wooden headboard behind us. Remembering the rhythmic banging had sent me shivers down my spine. The look on his face made my womanhood tingle. He was remembering that night too. The evening my shins shook violently on his shoulders and he came so hard his entire body convulsed. 

It was also the last night we spent together before the wedding.

The same night I left him.

A subtle pain started to throb in my chest from the memory. The guilt slowly threatened to consume me. I  reassured myself that I knew better, currently. I knew that the white haired above me was more than just a vacation fling. More than just a cheap thrill to distract me from the tipsy bride-to-be and the plastered bridesmaids. He was a good guy, underneath that silly demeanor. He was thorough. Saturo weighed every option presented to him before coming to a conclusion. He was consistent. When he finally chose said option, he would try his hardest to see it through. He was passionate. There wasn’t a challenge he couldn’t overcome. A person he couldn’t charm. Myself included. 

“Left nightstand,” I found myself saying, a subtle smile on my lips. “Top drawer.”

“What’s in there?” A confused look colored his face.

“Condoms.”

The confused look morphed into three different expressions as the realization of what I said hit him. The first being shock. His eyebrows rose and his grip on my wrists loosened. The words rising over in his brain several more times before it morphed into a look of adoration. Saturo’s eyes eased halfway closed and a small smile formed on his lips. His shoulders relaxed and the grip he had on my wrists was forgotten. A gentle hand cupped my cheek before the final expression took over his face: unadulterated joy. He leaned his body down and pressed his forehead to mine. I could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest. Singing a song I was quickly learning the lyrics to. His hot breath fanned my face and his eyes looked deeply into mine; as if he could see my soul. See how it was opening up for him and how it searched for him after all this time. 

“Can I kiss you?” The question was breathless on his lips. Almost like the moment we were having wasn’t real. Almost as if I weren’t real. 

“Please.”

The softness of his lips melted the ice covering my defenses. My arms wrapped around his neck and I started to pull Saturo closer. The weight of his body broke down the walls I eradicated to keep him out of my heart. His touch pulled away the feelings of confusion and uncertainty. He moaned against my lips; his arms so tightly around my body I could barely breathe. I could barely form a thought, other than the one that we seemed to share. 

I want you.

When the need of oxygen became prevalent for the both of us, I pulled away. My eyes were blurry with lust and I could hear myself panting like horny teenager after such an embrace. Saturo’s hot mouth continued to lay kisses along my neck and shoulder. His hips dropped from the levitating position and situated themselves between my open legs. Saturo arched his back, almost like a feline, and started to grind his pelvic area against mine. The clothes and blanket between us did nothing to hide the intensity of his erection. The teasing thrusts of his hips were sending shivers down my spine, the anticipation of what was to come driving me up the wall. 

A warm hand wiggled between our two bodies and slid underneath my shirt. The wide palm pressed against the soft tissue of my left breasts before giving it a squeeze. At the same time, the bastard ran a hot tongue against the side of my neck. I moaned as a result. His fingers found the nipple instantly. Saturo ruled the bud between his fingers, while leaving little nips at my shoulder. 

“Care to help me out, sweetness?” He asked softly.

His voice was deep with sleep, but had been coated with lust. 

Saturo’s half opened blue eyes looked down at me as if I were hiding something.

The ghost of a smile on his perfect pink lips had me melting in the middle.

“Yes. . . ?” Was all I could mutter after staring at him for a noticeable amount of time.

“Take your shirt off for me, baby,” he replied, the humorous look on his face growing into a full-blown grin.

As I lifted the shirt over my head, a thought appeared in my mind. Saturo was not the kind of person to pressure me into doing things I didn't want to do. Sure, in the beginning, he was a little shit about hanging out and getting to know me— though he never forced me to do it. Nor did he guilt trip into going out with him. Saturo gave me an option. He made it known that it was always my choice to have whatever relationship I wanted with him. 

My hands gripped the bottom of the T-shirt and pulled the garment from my body. The cool air in the bedroom caused me to shiver slightly. The man above me froze the moment he caught sight of my bare breasts. His eyes rolled over them like water on a leaf as his tongue ran against his bottom lip. Saturo brought his face to my chest while panting. His mouth was already ready ajar while he gripped the first mound and brought the dark brown bud to his lips. We both moaned at the action. His eyes fluttered closed as he suckled the needy nipple. After a few moments, he released it with a pop and started to swirl his tongue against it. I squirmed beneath him. I wanted nothing more.

His warm hand slid down my bare belly as he switched to the other nipple. The slender fingers shimmied under the waistband and found my sticky womanhood. Two digits ran along my slit before dipping into the folds and circling my bud. A pleasurable sigh left my body from the sensation. My hips rolled against his hand. The friction was utterly delicious on the neglected area. I felt my body vibrate beneath his; the desire to be consumed by him becoming too great to ignore. 

A little while later, Saturo lifted his head from my breast and started to kiss down my navel. His eyes flickering up to meet mine every so often. I nervously nipped my bottom lip as I watched his face grow closer to my cunt. His hands pulled at the legs of the sleep shorts; I raised my hips to assist in the action. The cool air on my warm cunt made me shiver. An unholy groan left Saturo’s lips as his eyes stared at the curly mound.

“No panties, huh?” His eyes snapping back to mine.

“I hardly ever sleep with them on,” I admitted with a shrug.

“Noted,” he said with a smirk.  

Saturo, then, spread my legs nice and wide to get a better view. I saw his breath hitch at the sight. His thumb ran against the slick slit and I moaned from the feather-like strokes. He pushed my hips apart further and brought my body closer to the edge of the bed. With knees planted on the floor and both hands planted on the backs of my thighs, Saturo dove right in.

Long, slow licks graced my neglected folds and I shuddered beneath him. The tip of his plush tongue ran from my drenched center to the throbbing pearl. He circled said pearl with agonizingly slow movements that made me squirm. 

“Stop teasing,” I purred, gently combing through his messy hair. “I thought you wanted to bury yourself in my sweet pussy, or whatever you said earlier.”

A low chuckle rumbled through him and Sauro’s eyes caught mine. “Aren’t we impatient, sweetness?” He nipped at the side of my thigh, earning a smile from me. 

“Well, it has been a while since you performed your husbandly duties. . .” I trailed off with a knowing smile.

“Oh?” Saturo raised an eyebrow. “So I am your husband now?”

“I mean, you could go back to being my cheap whore,” I teased, propping myself up on my elbows. “I’ll give you a few bills before I send you away.”

“I knew you did that shit on purpose!” Saturo barked with laughter.

“It wasn’t my intention, but I am not denying the allegation.”

Saturo swatted my leg playfully before throwing me a stern look. “Just for that, I should leave you like this. Hot and bothered.”

“You could,” I nodded. “But, you won’t.”

Saturo narrowed his eyes. “. . . I won’t.”

“Good boy.”

His mouth was on my heat once more, sucking the throbbing pearl into his scorching mouth. The teasing was over and the real game began. As Saturo sucked, the tip of his tongue brushed against the underside of my clit every so often. I squirmed beneath him as the pleasure rose in my belly. He must’ve remembered our last time together. The way I creamed all over his face when did that exact movement with his tongue on my womanhood. A flash of something familiar crossed his eyes and watched an arm wrap around my right thigh, as two fingers brushed my entrance. As if to ask for permission. 

“If you add those digits, darling, I’m gonna make a mess of that pretty face.” I sighed, attempting to sound unenthusiastic about the action. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”

The taller gentleman groaned against my cunt, but never removed his mouth from it. He pushed both fingers into my awaiting hole and I sucked in a breath. The digits curled in my sex and found the familiar spongy center at the roof of it. My thighs shook in his arms. Saturo massaged the area with a firm hand. He kneaded my g-spot into submission and I felt body start to vibrate underneath him. 

“Oooh. . .” I cooed, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Just like that. . . Don’t stop. . .”

Saturo groaned again, his eyes half-closed as he looked up at me.

He was truly enjoying himself, more than he assumed possible.

His desire, like mine, tainted the air with its sweet music. I could hear them clearly, despite the amulet hanging from my neck. The energy he oozed was far more powerful than anything I had previously encountered. It bellowed out to me in such a way that it was hard to ignore it. The ringing in my ear was subtle, almost like a whisper from a lover. A warm pool in my stomach started to grow. One by one, my limbs grew unfeeling. I could feel absolutely nothing by Saturo’s mouth on my pussy. My eyes started to roll back as my back arched from the bed. My nails dug into the bed sheets as my mouth hung open. The climax was deep and guttural. It pulled a sound from my being that I did not recognize. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until the pressure in my chest grew too great. I had to force a giant wave of cool air to flood my lungs as I cried out Saturo’s name. I felt my legs shake against his face, as he continued to suck my clit. 

“Too much!” I gasped, nudging his head away from my sensitive womanhood. “Stop! Please. . .”

Saturo removed his lips from the aching bud and pressed wet kisses on my soft stomach. He crawled up my body and took me in his arms. He held me tightly as the aftershocks of the orgasm started to wear off. With my back pressed against his chest, I felt myself relax almost instantly. His presence was certain as the sunrise and it warmed me immensely. We laid in silence for several moments, but it wasn’t awkward. It was peaceful. I could’ve stayed like that forever.

The taller gentleman pulled away for a breath moment. Moments later, I heard the familiar slide of the nightstand’s drawer open. Followed by that was a gentle crinkle of plastic and then a soft hiss fell from his lips. Saturo’s arms were around me before my body grew cold. He pressed hot kisses on my naked shoulder, before pressing his hard length on my bare ass.

“Are you still up for this, sweetness?” 

“Yes,” I replied, breathless.

The throbbing member sank into my center from behind and I swore I saw stars. His strong arm hooked across my middle to steady himself. His hips rolled against my plush rear and soft moans spilled from his lips afterward. The weight of his body on mine and the feeling of his breath against my ear was indescribable. The thoughts spinning in mind were in one category: adoration. Maybe it was the dopamine and adrenaline creating a toxic cocktail on my emotions, but all I could think about was my future with Saturo. The way our mornings could be just like this one. Filled with sensual love-making and intimacy that made my head spin. The way he cradled by body as he thrusted into me was exhilarating. He held me like I was going to disappear at any moment. 

After a short while, he hiked my left leg into the arm and hooked his arm around my thigh. Saturo tilted his hips backward and started to thrust into me a little bit harder. My shoulders fell into the crook of his arm as my  back pressed against the soft mattress. His cock moved deeper into my cunt and pressed a pleasure point I had forgotten I had. My eyes rolled back and the air in my throat grew thick. My nails dug into his forearms as I felt my toes curl.

“There it is,” Saturo snickered. “That’s the face I am looking for.”

“ ‘Turo. . .” I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder. 

He shuddered from the sound of the nickname and moved his hips faster against my ass. 

My eyes rolled back as I felt the pressure in my belly grow once more. My nerves were buzzing and started to feel my body begin to heat all over. The sensations coursing through me were simply incredible and I didn’t want them to end. I never wanted to be separated from the feeling Saturo, my husband, was giving me. 

Gradually, the thought of being married to him did not repulse me. It ignited a sort of excitement within me that I kept hidden from the public eye. To have such a biblically beautiful man on one’s as we simply lived life would greatly boost anyone’s ego. For that same man to be downright obsessed with everything about me was something entirely different. The passion he had for me was simply extraordinary. The sweet words that fell from his lips as he fucked me tenderly had made my heart sing. The heat from his body and the power that surrounded him was simply ethereal. All reasonable doubt slipped from my mind the longer the thrusted into me. All I could think about was Gojo Saturo and coming home to his girthy cock every night.

One by one, I felt my limbs go numb and my body stiffen. Keep, harsh breaths poured from my lips as my eyes squeezed shut. The feeling of his cock slipping against my walls had broken through the numbness. I could feel said walls begin to contract, squeezing his member tightly as I climaxed. A gush of cool air filled my lungs as my body melted into his. 

“Don’t stop!” I screamed, gripping his arm tightly. “Please don’t stop. . . oh God. . .”

The second wave of the orgasm made my entire body shake against his. My hips bucked against his thick member and my thigh shook in grasp. The older gentleman tried everything to keep the slippery limb from his grasp, but to no avail. 

Frustrated, Saturo rolled my stomach and wrapped a hand across my chest. He pressed his entire body against my back, before putting a hand on my throat. Upon pressing his hips against my ass, I realized that his cock was even deeper than it was before. Saturo started to rock his hips against my soft ass and I had never felt something so marvelous in my entire life. The pressure in which he used to fuck me was unholy. The head of his brilliant cock was hitting a pleasure point so deep in my pussy that I was sure that the other lover knew it existed. The weight of his body pushed my pelvis nearly flat against the mattress and added pressure to my stomach. Just between my thighs I felt something rather fluffy nestled right against my apex. The cushioned item slid against my throbbing clit with each thrust and I felt my entire body shiver.

I had no idea when Saturo shoved a pillow between my thighs, but I knew the move was far from a mistake.

“You are so… fucking… perfect,” He stammered, pounding into slick pussy like his life depended on it. “The best. . . person. . . for me.”

Saturo’s grip on the bedsheets tightened and I felt his hips begin to twitch against mine.

He was getting close.

“Tell me,” I said, breathless. “Tell me that you're mine.”

Soft curses fell from his lips as the fingers on my neck tightened. Jagged breaths fell from his lips as his hips moved faster against my lower half. The heaviness of the member pushed against the roof of cunt. Added with the weight of his body against mine meant that Saturo was annihilating two of my pleasure points at once. The addition of the pillow meant that he was three. I couldn’t even feel the last orgasm building as I felt with the prior two. The lovely man was simply taking me onto an ongoing wave of pleasure, equipped with peaks and valleys. 

The grinding of his body against mine was mind-numbing. I could feel little dribbles of drool spill from the side of my mouth as he fucked me. Incoherent words spilled from my lips like a drunk prayer, along with a few slurred sprinkles of his name. I never wanted that moment to end, I never wanted him to stop pounding me into the mattress as the late morning sun illuminated our sweat soaked bodies. I wanted the moment to last forever. I wanted to stay with him forever; for in that moment he was truly mine. 

My friend.

My lover. 

My. . . husband.

The orgasm poured over me like a soothing wave. It was just as deep as the other two, but didn’t have such violent muscle tension. My eyes squeezed shut as I rode on the high. It made my entire body warm and my heart tingle. It made me thankful for the impulsive decision to invite him into my apartment and into my bed. I almost scolded myself for not doing it sooner. The heavy member still pressed against the inflated, spongy area in my cunt. Every thrust had sent electricity throughout my body. The little control that Saturo was holding onto slipped through his fingers. The power behind his thrusts grew elevated and resulted in him practically dropping his cock in my awaiting hole. The movement further stimulated my sensitive clit, since his heaviness caused my womanhood to have even more contact with the pillow. My pearl ground against the plush surface hard as Saturo fucked me deeper than before. 

“I’m gonna cum again!” I screamed, pulling at the sheets. “I’m gonna cum again!”

“That’s it, baby,” Saturo grunted. “Scream for your husband.”

His fingers pressed deeper into the sides of my neck as my eyes rolled back for the millionth time. The word ‘yes’ spilled from my lips as if it were the only word in the dictionary. I could feel my legs shake violently beneath him and my mouth open wider than it ever had. A warm pool of liquid started to spill from my sticky cunt shortly after, resulting in a small puddle forming between my thighs. The scream that left my throat was so intense that it was silent. I could feel the massive man above me begin to shudder uncontrollably as his heavy member twitched within my snatch. His body fell onto mine in a sweaty heap and Saturo took a moment to catch his breath.

His hand slipped from my throat and he laced the digits with my shaky one. He pressed soft kisses onto my shoulders as I caught my breath. 

“I am yours,” he replied, finally acknowledging my request. The one I nearly forgot. “As you are mine. Forever”.

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a/n: before you come for me (pun intended), just know that the next installment may not be the happiest.

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[koiiiiijiii]

i accidentally posted this without any text, that’s why im reuploading it, like this, sorry!!

so, sure bby!! will try to figure out something for them

also i think this part ideally fits with latest chapters, bc it was mostly about sabbath!! and wb fandom is finally knowns Joker real name Hajun…so cute!!

you know what else is cute? my bday today😤😤

☾ all characters aged up ☾

*ੈ✩‧₊ sabbath & monster crew nasty/perverted habits pt.2🍐 🐇🧴

COQUETTE!Joker/Hajun

hardly sure that joker shyly would ask you to wear some bows and lace, he definitely have thing for coquette, fight me. seeing you under him, wearing cute skirt, or pink top with open neck and collarbone with lace collar, mix it and add some snow white leg warmers? don’t even think about opportunity to walk next morning.

JERK OFF!Hyeok

mentioned in my really first headcanons that hyeok is pervert who jerk off on random girls who he saw on street, if he found them hot, like bitch do this by memory (he is too lazy to search some porn to turn himself on) so he have good imagination. when he saw you in league of street, wearing your sport uniform he was so grateful that he didn’t participate in competitions that day, his pants felt too tight suddenly.

EXHIBITIONIST!Wooin

wooin is up to everything. like everything. but his dirty secret? to fuck you when someone watches, like a boy/girl from your uni who had a crush on you. maybe share you with someone too (someone white or red haired preferably)

KNISMOLAGNIA!Monster/Deokbong

he can’t control himself when your touch is even a little bit feels like a tickle. it may seem strange, but he is very sensitive in certain places, for example in his back, and when you haven't dated yet, but were just friends, it was so hard for him to restrain himself when you hugged him and stroked his back... poor boy was immediately turned on.

FOOT FETISH!Gyuchan

do i even need to explain? gyuchan fascinated by your legs and foot, bonus points if you doing sport connected to extra load to legs, so firstly he would use massage for your legs as an excuse to touch it and feel. secondly you found yourself mostly in positions in sex where your legs are close to his face, like for example they laying on his shoulders and he stroking and kissing your ankles. when you had a talk he admitted that he had a foot fetish and honestly he was so ready for some jokes about foot fetishists.

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[essentiallyleaf]

day 13. blindfold kink. with. irene.

446 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, blindfold kink(/fetish/is this even a thing?), sex toys(?), ass play (reader receiving), you are basically just the guy from the peek-a-boo mv, but in a fantasy setting, horror undertones, happy (or, spoopy?) friday the 13th, tags are hard.

notes.

just winging it at this point. improvisedly, leaf.

The last thing you see, before she positions herself behind the wooden chair you’re sitting on and tied to and removes her red top to knot it around your head as a blindfold, are Irene’s swamp green witch eyes. Green like the rage she has stored up for the people who banished her, or maybe green like the hope that tonight will be the start of a new life for her, and only because of you.

“There is one last ingredient that I need to gather from you, boy, and then my brew will be complete.” Not many ingredients she would need to strip you naked to get, you figure. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You shiver as you feel a razor’s blade slide down your cheekbone to your jaw, then as her sharp canines repeatedly bite around the side of your waist, and again as her warm, grease-covered digits wrap around your already erect length, all the sensations accentuated by your lack of vision.

“Not so fast, boy. We’ll need the purest specimen of your seed. And to get that,” you hear sounds of metallic objects dropping onto the thick walnut table, “we’ll follow a special procedure”

The witch opens your legs wider and drags your butt closer to the edge of the chair, then you feel a cold, wet sphere press against your puckered hole. You groan in pain, but no sound leaves your throat.

“Sorry, boy, I’d love to hear everything you want to say later, but right now, I just need my sample. So be nice and quick, and give me what I ask for”

You can only try your best to endure the pain in silence, as the orb is forced (your vision is impaired, so it doesn’t require a lot of focus for you to visualize it) deeper and deeper in your hole, seemingly not needing to be pushed by her fingers. When it reaches your prostate, you feel a surge of electricity propagate through your body. As the sphere starts massaging all around your sensitive spot, Irene’s hand envelops your erection once again, and with a couple swipes of her long, soft, oily digits along your shaft, you give her what she’s looking for. Buckets on buckets of white nectar are squeezed out of you only to be collected in a long, thin glass jar as you scream in silence from the still ongoing stimulation on your p-spot.

“Perfect, boy, now bear with me as I make the brew complete and initiate the ritual. You don’t mind attending to it from there, right? Worry not, for I’ll be back soon; so many more nights of ceremonies are awaiting us”

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footnotes.

i might be going insane. slowly, leaf.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #girl group smut #idol smut #female idol smut #idol x reader #idol x male reader #red velvet #irene #bae joohyun #red velvet smut #irene smut #bae joohyun smut #red velvet irene smut #red velvet bae joohyun smut

[liyazaki]

I’ve gotten some asks about sharing my cats- you don’t have to ask a cat lady to spill the (toe)beans twice (I’ll see myself out).

I give you el gato #1, my eldest: Aaron Purr (the white kitten doing yoga).

I fostered kittens before rona & Aaron was an intentional foster fail from the Hamilkitties litter.

he’s had a toe fetish since birth, for both his own toes & unfortunately everyone else’s (see video exhibit #2) & is the living, breathing embodiment of a himbo: big of heart, dumb of ass.

I’m pretty sure he was a golden retriever in a previous life. he’s the only cat I’ve ever met that actually likes belly rubs & he used to play fetch before he contracted pure lazy disease.

he has giant, goofy eyes & my friends have actually memed the pics below (help yourself & please tag me if you use them- it would make my week).

art by my hella talented sister

he’s also obsessed with me: the boy will see me leave the apartment, then go sit outside my office & cry & cry & cry, hoping I’ll magically materialize. if he can’t be glued to my side at all times, everyone’s gonna hear about it (literally).

when I’m GIFFing or gaming in said office & I haven’t paid attention to him in sooooo long (i.e. 5 minutes), he’ll stretch himself up & oh-so-gently pat my face with his paw- also while crying. have I mentioned the whole “loves to cry” thing yet?

cries in loaf 🍞

Aaron also has allergies & let me tell you: hearing heavy breathing only to look up & see this face staring back with maximum creep intensity is, uh- it’s something.

Alexa, play Every Breath You Take by The Police

he has zero shame, few brain cells & I adore him.

#i’ll post about ms. mochi soon (aaron’s other top obsession) #cats #my cats #kittens #toe beans #aaron purr #mor rambles #mor answers

[kateysummers99]

Do you think the WWBM Interacial movement has now got to a critical point where momentum has starting to challenge even the majority of White Women now as far as there choices for relationship ? May we as White Males even lose this group of females to African Men more then we keep ourselves ?

The short answer is definitely yes.

Because of my own personal experiences and also just looking at major social trends, it's pretty obvious that IR relationships (in general, but specifically white girls and black guys) are much more common now than they were 10, 30, and 30 years ago. 

I think there are lots of reasons for this and I’m obviously not an expert (I work in finance, not cultural psychology), but lets just look at the obvious trends:

Girls today are more empowered in general, and especially regarding sexuality and romance. I mention this a lot on this blog, there are less things hold girls back than there used to be. Movies and TV and culture in general are so much more accepting that people can love who they want to love, and that applies especially to society being more accepting of girls expressing their sexuality. I grew up in a time when dating black guys was an obvious but implied no-no, and it's just not the same today. (Note this is NOT true everywhere. Sadly there are racists and homophobes still, but they will probably be holdouts until they die.)

Black men are idolized for their physicality and masculinity by society more and more every day. Sports, music, advertising media, movies, social media and TV shows - you name it, black guys are constantly the icon of masculinity, status and power. This is really true for their masculinity, where we regularly fetishize the sexual prowess of black men in every day culture with phrases like “once you go black you never go back.” 

Porn is free and everywhere. Also something that wasn’t the case when I was growing up, but now you just pick up any cell phone and in a few seconds be privately and anonymously staring at an amazing black man and his huge black cock (or whatever your fantasy is).

Also in the last few years, social justice and institutional racism has become a hot topic, I think a lot of women recognize that the same old white male patriarchy that has been suppressing women since the beginning of time has also been responsible for suppressing Black people. This puts white women and black men on the same side on a pretty deep level, where they see each other in the same existential struggle for happiness against the common enemy that is old white guys.

Another interesting thing that I've read reports about is more and more young white guys who are essentially "staying single" forever, sometimes due to porn addiction. They make a sexual connection with porn that is easy and judgment free, which is the opposite of the real-world dating situation where they deal with complex social dynamics and competition (including trying to compete against more masculine black men who are constantly in movies and music).

So if that's a growing tend... then young women find themselves more free in choosing partners, society idolizing black guys, exposed to IR sex and porn, and more culturally aligned with black guys… and young white guys basically removing themselves from the dating pool.

As for me personally, I have always thought think black guy / white girl couples are the most beautiful -- there's a special passion and primal attraction that goes deep down that you just don't see with other couples.

So yes, I think black guy and white girl couples are definitely more and more popular. I don’t think we’ll ever get to a point where all white men are unwanted forever (sorry white boys who message me, desperate to live in such a world), but I do think increasingly empowered girls and wider acceptance of female sexuality will naturally trend to more black guys and white girls together - which is all beautiful to me :)

#interracial couples #interracial love #ask me anything #ask me questions #social justice

[abyssal-debonair]

You’re a grown man with the trauma of a little girl. ... I don’t mean that trans men cannot speak about the misogyny they experienced; it’s just now, most people will look at me and not see the layers of patriarchal violence I experienced. The song “Sweet Cis Teen” asks: Am I a boy or am I just my trauma? But all of my experiences did not magically disappear the moment(s) I realized I am a man, nor were they left behind. It was traumatic being a Chinese woman. I was spat at, harassed, fetishized, assaulted, told that my worth depended on others, my experience and abilities invalidated. My bodymind holds these memories and shapes itself with them, and I do not want to trivialize these memories because they continue to inform who I am and my politics.

this entire essay is worth a read, but the quotations I pulled out are the ones that strike me deeply, being the most relatable to my own FtM experience.

#I am Black not Chinese #however I don't want to overlook the differing racialized experiences that affect the author and different transgender people #queer #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie #ftm #transmasc #trans man #people of color #poc #tpoc #qpoc

[chrollohearttags]

one conversation in particular that annoys me is when black women try to have an honest discussion about how they felt undesired, unprotected, and mistreated by the men of our own race and it’s followed by: “y’all need to just go outside. Black men like black women still.” which is funny because I can promise you my (and every other black girl’s) very first experience with colorism and self hating men was not with some random nigga on Twitter or a boy on TikTok bashing us for views.

it was in my fourth grade class when my only other black classmate was mixed and his white mom told him girls like me weren’t cute. That I was too ‘black’ and ‘nappy headed’ despite her husband being my same shade.

it was in my middle school years when the same three boys tormented me constantly, from making fun of the skin tags on my face to my skin tone (even though one was darker than me) even sitting behind me and calling me ugly every chance they got while uplifting lighter skin and non-blk girls. Running to tap on my shoulder to yell ‘he likes you’ only to run away laughing as some sort of insult.

it was in my sophomore year and I moved to a predominantly yt high school, where the handful of blk boys didn’t even look in my direction and when they did, it was only to help get the attention of my nb friends. Or when a guy tried to attack me and my whole group of friends one more and I was the only one not protected because I was ‘strong enough to fight for myself.’ While they jumped to the aid of the white girls. and when the non-blk boys paid me attention, it was only to fetishize or tell me how I was ‘pretty for a black girl’ and that they’d ‘date me if their parents would approve but knew they wouldn’t.’

it was even older men would hit on me and when I’d turn them down, I’d be told I should be ‘lucky somebody likes my black ass.’

I had to learn from a very young age that this world does not view nor respect us and I didn’t do so from behind a screen. We’re just in an age where we have a platform to collectively voice our opinions and share our experiences in hopes to not only help others but heal and speak about it. So rather than gaslighting and trying to quiet us under the premise that we’re ‘too sensitive’ or ‘chronically online’ try this nice little thing call shutting the fuck up and listening to us. It’s a lot of guys I went to school with who are or have already become fathers and they’re gonna have black children (mixed race or not). Raising sons to think that type of treatment of girls is okay and a daughter who’s going to go through that thinking it’s just a part of growing up. We don’t talk about these things because we want half-assed sorry apologies or to even bash black men. We do it because we want the cycle to stop because no little black girl should feel less than her worth, especially at the hands of the ones who should be looking out for us.

#cherry chats 🍒 #just a lil thought #sorry to start my Sunday off with a rant but hey #tw vent #colorism #black girl blogger #this has been on my mind for a few days #Twitter would get so offended by this so I’ll post here with the girlies

[buckswornsocks001]

To fix your foot fetish, Dr. Matt is prescribing you today’s dosage.

Lie in the ground and open your mouth, ready to be a good boy for me and take the medicine.

Lol, don’t worry, drooling is a common side effect of this drug, together with horniness and a constant boner, good fag!

#dirty socks #used socks #smelly socks #buckswornsocks #sweaty feet #sweaty socks #dirty socks for sale #used socks for sale #alpha male socks #male socks

[jounosnumberoneslut]

You are mine, only mine, understood?

Jouno Saigiku; Tecchou Suehiro NSFW

Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!

Pairings... Jouno Saigiku x fem!reader, Tecchou Suehiro x fem!reader

Contains... a very dirty birthday gift, smut!, masturbation, riding, teasing, dirty talk, dom!Jouno

AFAB reader

Today is your birthday. You were at home, reading your favourite book on the couch in your living room, while eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s arrivel.

You live with Jouno two years ago, he work as a Hunting Dog. When they didn’t have to work outside of the HQ just had loose meetings with his coworkers, he sometimes brought you to their office. So you know them well, and Jouno knows, who would be your boyfriend if you didn’t choose him.

You put your book down when he came, went over to him, hugged him and gave a small kiss onto his lips. Jouno smiled into your kiss and stepped aside, then you saw he didn’t alone. There was Tecchou smiled with a bigger white box in his hands. You let them inside, carried the box from Tecchou, placed it on the dining table and greeted him a quick hug. You taken out one of the chairs, sat down and urged them to join you.

- How was your day boys? How did you invited Tecchou, babe? We don’t throw a large party. – you said while they took sit.

- He had nothing to do for the afternoon and wanted to wish you happy birthday. And eat from the cake what we bought to you. – your boyfriend said, placed three plates and forks in front of you, then began slicing the strawberry milk cream cake.

- Today Teruko freaked out to Tachihara, who let free a criminal at Fukuchi’s command. – Tecchou said and tasted the piece of cake what Jouno gave him – Mmm, do you have ketchup or –

- No! – you broke him off – So he wasn’t a criminal. – you eated your own piece.

- Nope. He was innocent. Just SoMeOne from us – the brown haired man looked scornfully to Jouno who sat next to him – accidentally arrested him, thought he was guilty.

Jouno eated his own slice, leaned back in his chair and smiled.

- Did you finish my darlings? I want to give my present to my love. – he asked. You both nod to him, didn’t have any idea what’s in his mind. – Then stand up please, both of you and come with me.

You two followed him in your bedroom, Jouno taken a seat in the armchair what was looking straight at the bed.

This armchair originally place was in the living room, until you didn’t know each others sexually fetishes well. Its his favourite place to sit, like a king, watching you sucking his dick or riding on it. Sometimes he commands you to play yourself while he sits there with his erecting cock, forcing you weep for his touch.

You uncomfortable stood in the front of him, Jouno simply gave you a sly smile and said.

- Tecchou, kiss Y/n. – you both completely shocked by this command.

- Are you crazy Jouno? He is your girl, I won’t touch her. – Jouno's smile more widened.

- Ohh, you will. Then you will have sex in the front of me, – he stood up from the armchair and unbottoned his shirt. His pale skin glowed as the dark red uniform contrasted on him. – but I’ve got a clause. You must describe what you do with the other. It’s like listening to an audio-narrative porn starring by you. Happy birthday my love, you can fuck with Tecchou, I know you glared him not once, I can sense you are already wet. And Tecchou, don’t be shy, I know you fantasied about Y/n.

You both reddened severely, you looked into Tecchous chestnut eyes and stepped closer to him. Jouno is your only one love, but he didn’t lie. You wanted to experience him to yourself, he has different body type and temperament than your boyfriend, it blows your imaginations.

- My values are being overruled by this. I won’t-

- Tecchou. I swear...just do it. My pants are getting tighter.

Tecchou caressed your cheek, closed his eyes and kissed you passionately. He played with your lips, then traced their outline with the tip of his tongue. Jouno loved to listen the slippery sound of your mouths, he took off his pants and boxer than sat back. From the corner of your eyes observed him, his hard and long dick, until you tasted Tecchou’s tongue in your mouth. You closed your eyes again, played with his dark brown hair. You swirled your tongue around his, felt a fruity little moan into your mouth. He separated from your slidy lips with a smacking sound. Jouno stroked his own cock and asked with a cocky smile on his face.

- How was it? – he asked curiously and tilted his head back.

- Your girlfriends has very soft lips and playful tongue...

- Tecchou is so discreet and sweet...

Both of you blushed as you talk about each other.

- Take off your clothes and go to bed. – Jouno commanded.

You became more impatient, could practically feel him between your legs, as you began unbotton his shirt and take off his pants. You saw the outline of his erection, under his boxer and wet spot of his precum. When you saw it that, he was ashamed, suddenly brushed his lips to yours and carefully pushed you in the bed. You enjoyed this game more and more.

- I took off Tecchou’s clothes, he is wearing only his dark grey boxer. – you gently ran your hand over his lenght, he hissed up on your touch – he is so hard.

- I’m hearing how it’s throbbing, make him feel good princess. But oral not allowed to either of you. Tecchou, first stretch her out a little, otherwise she will cry like a child. – Jouno suggested.

- But first I wanna see her naked.

Tecchou slowly took off all your clothes. He explored your full body with his eyes and with those delicate hands. Massaged your tender breasts, he gazed how your nipples lashed into hardeness under his touch. Slowly reached down to your pussy, he is already drunk of you, wanted to taste it but he can’t. Tecchou used his big fingers, pushed in two at once. You quietly moaned as you felt him inside of you.

- Your girlfriend is so beautiful Jouno. I envy you to have her. – he still stretched you while slowly pulled down his boxer, you finally saw his veined dick, it’s thicker than your boyfriend’s. – I wanna say thank you, the both of you, and wish you happy birthday Y/n.

He finished his sentence, dragged across the tip of his cock on your entrance, gently pushed in his full lenght, you felt his pelvis on your clit, as he lied on you. You moaned his name into his mouth as you kissed again, carefully scratched his muscular back. He moved slowly, you felt his hair tickling your cheek and neck in every thrust.

- She is so wet, so good for me. I won’t last long. It’s been a long time since I was with woman. – you grabbed his ass, your hands been itching to feel it for a very long time – hahh!

- Switch position. Let my princess ride on you. You will love it Tecchou san.

Jouno ordered. You looked at him, he rubbed his cock gently, his eyes are closed as always, his cheeks are red, and his hair stucked to his sweaty forehead. You watched how his muscles moved on his arm and his torso as he breathed. You quickly came back to reality when Tecchou uplifted you and lied down, put both of his hands behind his head. He helped you to get above him, you placed his cock to your needy cunt and he watched how it dissapeared in your body. You supported yourself with both of your hands on his abs and his muscular chest as you slowly circled your hips on him.

- You are so sexy, muscular man Tecchou, did you know? – you can’not handle your words, the man surprised under you.

You moved faster, slammed your ass down to him, your bouncing breasts are the most beautiful things what he ever saw. Jouno stood up and walked toward to you, stilled masturbating. You slowed down and became afraid maybe you said too much. Both of you catched your breathes, watched him coming closer.

- Keep going princess. I’m hearing Tecchou’s cock twitches inside you, make him cum.

You continued ride on his hard cock, moaned louder his name, Tecchou gasped under you. He grasped your thights, his eyes rolled back

- Y/n, I’m cumming! – he exploded.

You cummed at the same time with him, yoe leaned closer to his face, gave him a passionately kiss, played with his tasty tongue, your gummy walls throbbed around his cock, felt his cum fill you. And you felt something else. Jouno cummed over to your back, quiet moans left his mouth. You surprised on him, but loved his dirty present.

- Can I take a shower? – Tecchou asked.

You got off of him, your legs trembled because of the climax. Jouno nodded and showed him the bathroom. While the Tecchou showered, your boyfriend came back, sat down to the bed next to you with a towel and cleaned your back.

- I love you... – you leaned into his bare chest and murmured quietly.

- I know that well, my love.

You heard the water flow stopped, Jouno put on a robe and looked after Tecchou. You heard them talk, then the clothed Tecchou stood at the bedroom’s door, looked at your naked body one last time, and said goodbye. Jouno showed him out and went back to you threw the robe on the ground, you saw his cock hardened again, bobbing up against his V line.

- Lie on your stomach and lift up your pretty butt for me.

You swallowed hard and did what he said. Jouno kneeled behind you and pushed himself deeply in you, moved insanly fast. You screamed so loud like never before, you were sure Tecchou could hear you if he still near to the apartment. Jouno lied to your back, didn’t slow.

- Disgusting whore, your skin is sticky.

- Ahh – you gasped for air between every thrust – it... it’s – tried to answer.

- I know... shut up... – he put his two fingers in your mouth to make you silence. – I’ll make sure you won’t yearn for him ever again.

You felt his slamming thrusts of his climax and his warm cum leaking out from your wet folds. You shuddered uncontrollably when he bit your ear from behind.

- You are mine, only mine, understood? – he kissed your red cheeks – Happy birthday princess.

masterlist

#anime #bsd #bungou stray dogs #manga #bungo stray dogs #jouno saigiku #jouno #jouno bsd #jouno x reader #jouno x y/n #tecchou suehiro #tecchou bsd #tecchou #tecchou x reader #tetchou x reader #tecchou x y/n #bsd x reader

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

I’m not sure if you’re in the ATLA fandom but l*ve square feels a lot like kat*ang where people can easily criticize female main but don’t you dare not ship canon or criticize our boy!

Childish boy that can do no wrong/ is perfect that needs come before duty or the wants of his partner x woman of color that’s kind and strong which are her best or worst traits depending on when you ask and who must end up with male lead because he earned it

................................................

*SIGH*

Anon...Sit down for a moment.

I am not sure if you read my about me or not but I should I mention I ship Kataang and my blog is a pro Aang blog!

I was going to write up a big response but I think I should keep this relatively short and sweet.

But to start off...How is Lukanette like Zvtara?! Like how?!

Zvtara was more popular than the canon ships before and after Avatar's run. And while Lukanette was popular for a time, it was by no means more popular than that one ship that shall not be named! If anything Zvtara is just as popular as the LS and Zvtara fanfics are similar to Adrien and Marinette's fucked up """"love story"""". I remember reading ZK fanfics where everyone and I mean everyone pushes Zuko and Katara together, Toph, Iroh, they are all reduced to mouthpieces for the Zvtara fanbase. Kind of similar to the creepy ass Adrie//nette cult in the show. I literally found a fanfic where Iroh and Kanna try to get Zuko and Katara together by shoving them in a freezer together, which reminds me a hell of a lot like M*raculous.

And I am not sure why you Z/tara shippers are once again playing victim. Yes, there are Kataang shippers who arrogantly flaunt their canon but I also seen Z/tara shippers who think me and my peers are delusional for not seeing the """"romantic chemistry"""" between Zuko and Katara. I have seen Z/tara shippers act all smug and think they have better reading comprehension than people who ship canon. Not to mention the ZK shippers who think anyone who doesn't like Z/tara hates woman and all Kataang shippers are white men while all PoC are uncomfortable with the idea of Kataang.

And honestly the people who think everyone who hates Z/tara hates women can seriously fuck off! Shipping isn't activism! Some of you really need to get off the computer and touch some grass! And stop talking for all PoC as well! I am PoC! And the way a lot of Zvtara fanfictions fetishize Katara and make her Zuko's exotic girlfriend makes me uncomfortable. Not to mention the ZK shippers who think Aang would force Katara to let go of her culture (Legend of Korra and the comics proved this wrong) while Zvtara fanfics involve Katara completely letting go of the water tribe to become the perfect fire lady.

Not to mention, my friends and I were bullied by Zvtara shippers! I was bullied by a ZK shipper in her 40's who acts all smug and thought she had moral superiority and had better reading comprehension because she ships ZK. She just complains about cartoons all day.......Yeah! Complaining about cartoons all day is what ZK shippers do I guess.

And I am not sure why you Aang antis and ZK deepthroaters go on and on until kingdom come that Aang never faces consequences. He felt guilty for burning Katara, for kissing her at the wrong time, for Katara putting herself in the line of danger during the desert episode. Aang saved Kyoshi Island when it was attacked by the fire nation, and he felt guilty and saved Katara and Sokka after hiding a letter from their father from them.

Unlike Adrien whom the creators literally said does no wrong or doesn't need to apologize for anything. Chat Noir ate up kissing Ladybug in Oblivio...Aang felt guilty for kissing Katara in Ember Island Players and didn't bother her about it again.

And Aang takes his role as Avatar seriously! Even if it was all so scary and sometimes he wished wasn't a 12-year-old boy with the weight of the world on his shoulders...Which is human. The ML bible confirmed AdriChat doesn't give a crap about being a hero he's just in it for the freedom!

And again...Not sure why you guys think ZK is like Lukanette...Is every non-canon ship "Just like Zoootara ZOMG!" now?!

I mean...Luka and Marinette actually liked each other. Zuko and Katara never showed romantic interest in each other. (But I guess that is a hard pill for you people to swallow) And "Katara falling in love with Aang is unrealistic because i would've chosen Zuko!" isn't a valid argument! And yet ya'll claim Zvtara isn't a self insert ship.

Honestly I have seen more similarities between Lukanette and Kataang. Both are best friends to lovers that are brushed off as "just bros!" People dismiss both shippers by the mere virtue that the other choice is "more attractive". I have heard people said that the two year age gap between Marinette and Luka is creepy...Similar to Kataang.

And honestly the fact you people have been watching Avatar the Last Airbender with your eyes closed thinking Aang never faces the consequences or apologizes reminds me of that old drama of how people honestly felt Marinette never apologized and got off scott free with everything!

And Luka and Aang are two sweet boys who get way too much unwarranted hate!

And don't you dare compare Kataang to the LS! Similar to how not all non-canon ships are like Zvtara (Because I hate to break it to you people...But Zvtara wasn't robbed of anything! There are plenty of non-canon ships done far worse than Zvtara!) Not all canon ships are like the LS!

Kataang had gradual development and Aang and Katara were best friends! They were each other's ride or die! They had so much development that I am surprised you people are shocked that Aang and Katara ended up endgame.

Adrien and Marinette didn't have the same development that Aang and Katara did! Don't even compare Kataang to the loathe square around me!

But hey, if you can't see how awesome Aang is and how beautiful and nuanced Kataang is...Sucks for you I guess.

I think I am done now...Sorry if I wasn't here to validate your overhyped erotic wattpad fantasy ship but......I am not a Zvtara apologist blog and you messed with the wrong person.

Edit: I forgot to note!

One of the biggest fandom woes I dealt with in both fandoms is

ZK shippers being like "Katara never liked Aang!!!"

and LS shippers being like "Marinette never loved Luka!!!"

And I am like "Guys I am tired!"

But hey...Lukanette is toooootally not like KaTaang amirite???

I mean you guys only think Lukanette and Zvtara are similar because they are both non-canon right? Even if Lukanette was canon briefly. As short lived as it was...

#antizutara #anti love square #love square salt #ml salt #adrien salt #chat noir salt #pro aang #pro kataang #lukanette #pro lukamari #kataang defense squad #anti adrienette

[tf-boi]

Thredr

“What the hell happened to me!” A pair of white socks suddenly said.

“Uwaahh! Y-you woke up. . .” A young boy, approximately 20 years old with black hair and brown eyes, and a thin body, said. He was sporting a blue soccer uniform but with bare feet, he had fallen to the floor as he was shocked that his socks woke up. “You were supposed to be asleep. . .”

“What did you do Alex??” The socks said again. Although we say “said” its more so the voice was in Alex’s head. 

“Sorry Anthony. . .I couldn’t help it.” Alex said picking up Anthony.

“Explain. . .” 

“Well . . .” Alex thought the best way to explain how he turned his best friend of the same age into a pair of socks. “Guess I’ll just be blunt! I have been in love with your feet since we met! And I always wanted to wear your socks! So I turned you into a pair of your used socks so that I could wear you to today’s game!”

“. . . .” Anthony was stunned “HOW. . .?”

Alex pulled out his smartphone and showed him the app “Its called Thredr (pronounced “threader”), its where people who have clothes transformation fetishes meet and you know . . .become eachother’s clothes. . .”

“But I don’t HAVE that app. . .” Anthony said annoyed.

“Well. . .you were tired from your late night shift and so I just used your hand to unlock your phone. . . “

“That has GOT to be illegal. . . .”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it in and I read that I could just make you unconscious while I did it, so I was gonna do my thing and turn you back right after without you noticing. But I guess I pressed the wrong button and you woke up! I swear it was only gonna be once!”

“And you fused me with my socks?!” 

“Well. . .actually while you were showering, I scanned a pair of your socks so I just morphed your body to resemble that pair all the way down to the grime. . .”

“You are seriously messed up. . . Turn me back NOW!” Anthony said annoyed

“I can’t. . . the minimum transformation time is 8 hours otherwise your molecules will be messed up.” 

“So I’m stuck like this for the day. . .” 

“Yeah well. . .you can let me. . .” Alex said, pointing at his raised foot.

“No. Absolutely not!” Anthony protested.

“Pleeeease just this once!!! I’ll buy you food for the rest of the year and I’ll even use the app to wipe your memories after!” Alex begged.

“. . .fuck man. . .fine. . .” Anthony said defeated, the boy couldn’t resist free food being a starving college student, let alone for a whole year.

“Yes!” Alex said picking up Anthony and putting him on his feet.

“Unnnff a little more gentle please!” Anthony said, he just felt Alex’s feet enter him. His right sock body felt like Alex put his entire foot into Anthony’s mouth, while on the left it felt like a foot just went up his ass. “This feels. . . kinda good. . .” Anthony thought “But man his feet stink! Shower better man! And yet. . .it smells divi- no stop it Anthony you can’t be into this!”

Alex walked down the stairs to the doorway, each step was like Anthony having the best body massage of his life.  Alex then stared at his shoes, then to Anthony’s running shoes.

“You wouldn’t mind. . .?” Alex smirked.

“Go ahead. . .” Anthony said shyly 

Alex picked up Anthony’s shoes and slid them on.

“Uggh. . .is this how I smell??” Anthony said, his scent penetrating his mind “God I hope he doesn’t take me off. . .” Anthony let the thought slip.

Alex got to the field and swapped into his cleats. Before doing so, he stuffed his feet (with Anthony still on) into a pair of blue soccer knee high socks.

“Alex smells. . .so good!” Anthony thought, his mind succumbing to his role as a sock.

Alex ran in the field, jumping, skipping dodging players, kicking the ball.

“Ohhh ohhh yes daddy!” Anthony thought as he felt his body being used in the game.

Another player accidentally stepped on Alex’s foot, Anthony feeling the pressure “Ohhh yes!” he shouted. 

Alex continued the game pretending to not hear Anthony’s burst of joy “Hmm hmm glad he’s enjoying himself.” Alex giggled as he scores the winning goal.

“Good job team!” the coach said in the locker room. “Now hit the showers!” He said exiting the room.

The captain, a tall more muscular body, came up to Alex and held him up. “And heres to our MVP!” the captain cheered as everyone joined him “Now for his reward!” 

The entire teams takes off their socks as Alex strips down naked and lays on the ground, he is then showered with all their used socks as they go to the shower.

“What the?” Anthony questioned 

“Oh. . .” Alex said with a sock ontop of his mouth “They all know about my thing for used socks. . .so whenever we win this is my reward!”

“And. . .they’re okay with it??” Anthony said puzzled.

“Yeah well, I’m sure they were weirded out at first but to be fair, most of them are here on a soccer scholarship and want to be recruited. Most of the time I just support them and make them look good in front of recruiters so this is a small price for them~ I even get to pick a pair and take home with me for keeps!”

“Ohh. . .say. . .can I pick which one this time, you know, since I’m doing this favor for you. Its not like I like this by the way!” Anthony said pouting.

“Haha, sure, take your pick!”

“I don’t know who it was, but that blonde looked like he had cute feet!” Anthony said, with a bit of excitement in his voice.

“Oh Tyler? You have a good eye. . .should be this pair!” He said picking up a black pair of Nike socks.

“Can. . .you wear them on the way home!” 

“Sure!” Alex said putting on Tyler’s socks over Anthony.

“This is heaven. .  .” Anthony said “I mean GROSS!”

Alex giggled and bent down to Anthony “By the way, I saw the Thredr app on Tyler’s phone so maybe I can arrange something for the three of us~”

“Fuck off!” Anthony said, if he weren’t in his sock form you could see him blushing.

After the shower everyone said their goodbyes.

“See you later Tyler!” Alex said cheerfully “Your socks are pretty comfy!”

“B-bye Alex!” Tyler said, trying to hide his erection. 

As Alex and Anthony walk back to their dorm room Alex looks at time on his phone 

“Hmm. . .just enough time maybe. . .”

Alex enters his and Anthony’s now empty dorm room. Making his way to Anthony’s bed, removing Tyler’s socks.

“Well almost time!” Alex said

“Finally!” Anthony groaned. 

“But. . .before that can I do one more thing. . .” Alex said blushing

“What. . .?” Anthony questioned.

“Wow he actually blushes. . .” Anthony thought.

“Can I use you as a . . .meat sock?” Alex said shyly

“Uhhh. . .” Anthony said

“Nevermind I know its weird-” Alex said flustered.

“Yeah sure.” Anthony interrupted.

“Wait really?” Alex said surprised.

“Just make it quick. . .”

Alex’s heart raced as he removed his left sock from his sweaty smelly foot.

He then wrapped it around his erect penis and began to masterbait with it.

“Ohhh you feel so good Anthony!” Alex moaned.

“Uhhff unghhh” Anthony moaned, his mind going blank as he fully immersed himself into being Alex’s meat sock for the night!

Alex stroked his cock faster and harder inside Anthony’s sock body, Anthony feeling like his brains are getting fucked out as he feels what used to be his ass getting beaten by Alex’s long shaft.

Alex then took off his other sock and began smelling it.

The pair moan as they are locked into each other's bodies.

As Alex sniffed Anthony’s body he didn’t notice himself sucking on Anthony licking all the flavors he had accumulated throughout the day. 

“Faster faster!” Anthony said, as Alex turned up his speed.

He paused for a moment to grab Tyler’s sock and wrapped it around Anthony’s body.

“Yes…YES!” Anthony screamed. If he still had a body he would have came by now but he could only hold in his lust for both Alex and Tyler.

“C-crap!” Alex muttered “I’m cumming!” He said as pumps of his semen fills every thread of Anthony’s body only leaking a bit onto Tyler’s sock.

“Oh yes. . .yes. . .fuck yeah. . .” As Anthony gasped for air.

The pair lay in a puddle of Alex’s sweat and juices. 

Alex weakly reaches for his phone “Guess I gotta turn you back. . .”

“Hold up!” Anthony interrupted. “I don’t have class or work tomorrow. . .so. . .” He said with a bit of embarrassment in his voice.

“Hehe. . .I get you! One more day then!” Alex said victorious that he converted his friend.

“But!” Anthony said with a demanding voice “I have multiple double shifts the day after tomorrow so prepare yourself!”

“Oooh” Alex said curiously.

**** A few days later****

“Where do you keep the condoms?” A young man, with a huge cock clearly erect going commando in a pair of basketball shorts asked Anthony, who was now in his human form, a slightly shorter boy than Alex, with brown hair and hazel eyes. 

“This way. . .” He said gesturing the customer to follow. “God, I want him to raw dog me in the restroom. . .” Anthony thought “Thredr did go off when he walked by so maybe the boys will have some company. . . or I can call off early and have him take us home. . .” He thought, leading the man into the restroom passed the shelf of condoms.

Each step he takes is pure bliss for Alex, who has been transformed into Anthony’s grey Adidas.

“Wow. . .this is how the other side feels!” Alex whispered “I hope he cums on me later! How you doing Ty-ty?”

Tyler, who has been turned into a pair of black Adidas tube socks, moans lightly to himself “Never better Alex. . .never better. . .”

#sock transformation #sock tf #shoe tf #Clothing Transformation #clothes transformation #clothes tf

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

hey i noticed an anon mentioned submitting a lot of arcana characters and i wanted to pop in to say that that game is a racist, fetishizing mess. not only do they have a brown character who is kept literally in chains and is a vessel for one of the writers’ thinly veiled bucky barnes slavery kink, one of the bad endings features their fantasy-jewish-coded character turning into a literal bird, not to mention his numerous bird motifs.

between asra, nadia, and julian, asra and nadia are clearly more sexualized throughout the course of the game, even when fans have asked them to tone it down and stop fetishizing their “exotic” brown characters.

the fandom is and has been historically overwhelmingly hostile to fans/people of color who try to mention these problems. fans of color trying to dissuade people from writing nadia as a step on me dommy mommy queen have been shut down by elle trying to spin it into a “women can be dommes too!” issue, when the problem is that nobody would be treating nadia like this if she was white. asra gets his paid scenes hijacked by the white LI and then is painted as the toxic one in his and julian’s relationship (of which is only there due to elle’s mlm abuse fetishization) because god forbid their favorite white boy isn’t a perpetual victim.

outside of the game itself, dana rune has run a fanzine about an incestuous fire emblem fates ship (corrin/ryoma/xander) and further information can be found at the relations_zine handle on twitter. she may have scrubbed her name from it but it’s clearly her art style lmfao, and iirc she’s still in the followers/following list on that account. elle has a long history of fetishizing mlm abuse/slavery/“yaoi” on their tumblr that they’ve since deleted, but like. i googled “elle thalassiq fetishizing mlm” and immediately found posts with thorough screenshots so it existed lmfao. and even if it didn’t, it’s very evident with how they treat asra/julian/muriel.

this is heated and not thorough, but i’d like to end this by saying that this is coming from a former fan who eventually had to leave the game and fandom altogether because of the compounded issues that were never addressed, brushed under the rug, or actively encouraged time and time again. do not play the arcana. there are better games out there. and the last i was in it, the fandom was a toxic cesspool that would attack anyone, especially fans of color, who ever voiced a dissenting opinion about anything in the game. i hold my queer media to better standards and you should too. this game does not treat dark, heavy topics with respect, it treats them as fetish fodder.

Okay, I figured something like this would hit this blog eventually. The point of this blog is not for me take a stance and say what media is good and what media is bad. I am not brushing off your concerns - that’s a whole lot of awful information, and from me posting your ask, people can make their own choice about wether they want to engage with the game or the fandom. But I am just one person, and I don’t know anything about 90% of the media that is submitted here. If I excluded every piece of media that someone said was below a standard, I wouldn’t have any media left. This blog is simply a recognition game, I’m not trying to promote these pieces of media. I’m not saying that because they have queer characters that they’re fantastic or anything like that. I’m not taking any stance on any of it, actually.

This isn’t about the quality of a media, the quality of a fandom, or the quality of the representation that a character represents. It’s just a recognition game.

I am not going to get into any of these debates myself, since I know almost nothing about most fandoms here, but if you have serious concerns with a particular media posted here, send in an ask like this detailing the problems and I will post it, so that people looking at this blog can see valid criticisms before diving into a new piece of media.

As a further note, racist and antisemetic comments or tags on any post will be blocked on sight.

I will tag all asks like this with “media critical”.

#the arcana #racism #antisemitism #homophobia #Media critical #asks #not a poll #Important update in the comments

[sweaty-confetti]

some thoughts about cultural appropriation

a few important notes before you read this: 

- here, when i say “white,” i am referring to specifically white canadian, white american, and white european, with white european being a rather loosely defined term but typically relating to britain. this is not intended to ignore the existence other white identities such as white south africans, but i am a mixed-race indian+white person who has spent most of his life in the united states and does not have enough experience or knowledge of these identities to make accurate takes about them.

- this is not me making excuses for cultural appropriation. it is a dangerous thing that waters down and erases culture, and should not be encouraged. - this is written in a gentle and hopefully palatable way to white audiences, who i encourage to read this. not every take from a poc is going to be nice-nice about these kinds of things, but this is.

i find it very interesting that when you ask white folks about why they’re so obsessed with certain aspects of culture, the palatable, easily-appropriated ones like native headdresses and whatnot, their reason usually is in the form of “mysticism” and “exoticism.” this is a problem in itself, obviously, tying into the long-standing colonial fetishization of culture, but here’s the bit i actually want to talk about:

when you ask why it’s so “exotic” to them, why it’s so obviously “different and other” at a personal level - it comes from a sense of community.

let me break this down a bit. culture and community are often used as very loose synonyms, and for pretty good reason. a culture is based around the ideas of societal norms and roles, material things, ways of thinking and whatnot - and these all come down to community.

there are certain things that are intrinsic and unique to every culture (even if they are a medley of various different cultural influences), whether they be classical carnatic music in south india, pinakbet from the ilocos region of the philippines, or the ninauh-oskitsi-pahpyaki social role/gender in the blackfoot tribe. even cultures we would consider to “appear” white have these, such as the tales of tuatha de dannan in irish mythology. but the idea of whiteness as a concept does not have these.

whiteness as a concept is a sterilized, “de-cultured” identity that attempts to assimilate most/many folks who appear “white” into a single monolith. this is obviously very damaging and dangerous to many cultures - for example, many ancient celtic traditions have been lost due to the deliberate erasure of these in order to assimilate these people into whiteness.

whiteness as an identity was founded on a basis of eurocentric values and traditions as well as either the deliberate assimilation or erasure of all other cultures and traditions - white supremacy. it still exists like that today (see groups like the KKK or proud boys).

now we know obviously that not all white folks are intentionally racist and a large portion of them genuinely don’t mean harm to poc communities…so why is cultural appropriation so rampant, even in white folks who would otherwise be decent allies to poc?

again, it’s coming down to a sense of community.

i have grown up and lived in the united states for most of my life, and as early as i can remember i have always had questions about the cultural identities of white americans. i’d look at the indian half of me and indian culture that i partook in and experienced, things i cherish such as cooking traditional South indian food, learning carnatic classical music, participating in religious ceremonies, etc. and then i’d look at the white half of me. there was no culture there i could find.

sure, i could look at typically “american” things, such as hamburgers and surfboarding and apple pie, but these fall apart very easily with minimal research. similar hamburger-looking foods appear in europe as far back as the 4th century. bodysurfing/surfboarding has existed in peru, africa and various polynesian countries for thousands of years. versions of apple pie existed in british and french cookbooks as far back as 1390 BCE with influences from the ottoman empire - and apples aren’t native to the americas.

the colonization of the americas and the subsequent reframing of canada and the states as “white” areas is due to the influence of colonization, obviously - and the genocide of millions of first nations people. this was deliberate.

but here is the interesting bit. for hundreds of years, as far back as the pilgrims, cultures that were not fully assimilated into whiteness were rejected and oppressed - even as they colonized.

take italian-americans, for instance. the late 1800s to early 1900s saw a huge influx of italian immigrants to the united states. these immigrants faced oppression in the form of religious and political discrimination (anti-catholic sentiments and anti-communist sentiments). they were often subject to horrible living conditions compared to their american white counterparts as well as violence - one of the largest lynchings in america was the mass-lynching of eleven italian immigrants in new orleans in 1891.

yet today, when we think of italian-americans, we often see them simply as “white.”

a huge amount of immigrants to the united states and canada were forced to give up their original cultures in order to assimilate into whiteness. if not, they were subject to prejudice, discrimination and overall just shitty conditions. for some groups that resembled “white americans” in appearance, such as irish folks and italian folks, this method worked eventually and they were assimilated and accepted into whiteness. for many others due to their skin color or features, such as black enslaved folks or jewish folks, even giving up their own culture still meant they were not accepted as white - they didn’t “look white.” additionally, many cultural groups resisted assimilation and rejected being seen as white.

this is somewhat why i believe so many white americans, canadians, and british participate so heavily in cultural appropriation. it comes from a sense of loneliness, of little to no original culture - and whatever is left has been bastardized and reduced to just “white,” neglecting the cultural nuance.

growing up as a brown-skinned mixed person with heavy ties to the indian side of my culture, i was subject to a fair amount of racism. i remember people asking why my hair was “oily and gross,” and then begging my mom to never put coconut oil in my hair ever again. i remember people telling me that the khichdi my mom had carefully made for my lunch “looked and smelled like fish eggs,” and then only eating bland sandwiches at school. but there is one experience i remember very clearly.

i had a white american best friend when i was very young, from kindergarten to third grade. she never judged me for my food or my clothes or my grandparents’ accent or any other part of my culture and i loved her for it. but i remember having this experience with her one day.

she’d met my grandmother who came to pick me up, donned in an elaborately-formed red sari. the next day, when i sat with her at recess, she said something like, “i liked your grandma’s dress. it was pretty.” taken aback by open appreciation of my culture, i just mumbled a pleased “oh, thanks.” but she didn’t stop there. she said, “my grandma only wears boring clothes, like sweaters and granny dresses. i wish i was indian.”

i said something like, “granny dresses can be nice. you can be white and wear cool clothes.”

“yeah, i know. but any old person can wear sweaters and dresses. they’re just…not from anywhere.”

at the time, i didn’t fully understand her desire to be connected to a specific culture, but i understood in a bit of a detached way. i was always very connected to and appreciative of my indian culture, but look to the white side and i was met with exactly that - a gaping white void. the closest answer i got was “well, your great-grandparents came from germany.” that answer dissatisfied me, although i couldn’t articulate why. now i can.

it’s something like, “but after such a long time, they’re not really german anymore.” i’d seen the absence of culture in whiteness, and how my white friends and family could name a distant time where their family belonged to another culture - but not anymore. now, they were just “white.”

whiteness as a concept strips and sanitizes culture to fit a very, very narrow version of culture - a culture defined on the surface by cheeseburgers and british accents and football and canadian politeness, but dig deeper and you find colonialism, colonization, eurocentricism, racism, and various other systems of oppression.

once again, this is not an excuse for white folks who appropriate culture nor is this me trying to reason my way into approving of it. it’s not, and i’m not. i die a little bit inside every time i see some random hippie on the internet bastardize and water down the concept of chakras. but it is a bit of an explanation, and this is why i have some degree of sympathy for white folks who culturally appropriate.

so, to all white or white-passing folks who read this and understand/relate to it: i implore you this. please, please, please, if you have the time and resources to do so, reconnect with your native culture. talk to older irish folks, or learn about traditional welsh folklore. learn german, or watch documentaries of italian culture. read stories from white-passing native folk, or talk with your black grandparents. please do not lose the culture that your ancestors had to give up in order to assimilate into whiteness. understand that whiteness is a part of you and that it impacts those around you, but if you can, please make the effort to reconnect with your culture. it does wonders for your identity and sense of self.

#emo moss talks #emo moss writes #culture #cultural appropriation #poc #whiteness #racism #xenophobia #cultural anthropology #cultural identity #cultural appreciation #lynching tw #racism tw #lynching #racial disparities #eurocentrism #colonialism #colonization #white guilt #racial violence tw #discrimination #discrimination tw #genocide #genocide tw #kkk #kkk mention

[jessaerys]

Becoming a mysterious shy shy anon to ask you, my favorite meronia analyst, how you think Mello would react to someone desperately trying to get with Near. They are so so thirsty for the little cotton ball man and they are very loud and obvious about it. How do you think Mello would handle that?

firstables i am very flattered thank you im so very glad acquiring a PhD in 2008 yaoi is yielding results. i want to be modest about it but i am objectively so correct about them so i cannot. second of all this question is so so funny to me because mello insane toxic jealousy is a running joke between me and the bestie @firebuggg who is the resident mello expert and specialist and therefore my source for all of the research here presented. so.

i think it depends on the variables: in-canon timeline wammy’s era i don’t think mello would be able to tell the difference between the usual unhinged lifelong single-white-female-1992 freudian near-obsession repression and the unhinged (etc etc) sublimated near obsession repression: hell and violence on planet earth for seemingly no reason -edition.

so probably he’d find an unrelated excuse to get into a schoolyard fistfight with whoever was possibly paying more attention to near than usual (romantic interest never proven). L understands what is happening but this is far above his fatherbrotherhero paygrade thank you very much. let us all forget about this information and continue with the labyrinthian tests of his subjects i mean protegees 

during the kira-case realistically they were far too busy with life or death stakes and i cannot truly imagine this would take any of their time, considering near very deliberately chose to repress any emotions about mello’s death. (unrealistically: same as wammy’s but this time it includes kidnapping and intimidation. if pre-explosion: cokehead era mello is like: you’re sleeping with the fishes tonight. and they do)

post-kira case (taking into account any "mello survives" approach to canon of your choosing) post-recently established relationship mello would make it his life mission to manic-pixie-dream-boy the hell out of near and take him out to many fun adventures in the city (do not fall in love with people like him he will take you to museums and parks and monuments etc etc etc etc and when he leaves you will finally understand why storms are named after people)(god he would absolutely unironically identify with that quote. but we don’t have time to unpack all of that)

god sorry this is so long already and i have so much more to say. it's readmore time

where was i. right.

--many fun adventures in the City from obscure hole in the wall museums (near is delighted by the museum of interesting things and the new york transit museum [because. trains. mello complains the whole way there but ultimately has to begrudgingly admit it’s really cool.] and tears up in the mmuseumm on cortlandt and franklin because personally i think he would deeply connect with the mundane ephemeral humanity of it. he is learning that he loves being part of the world !!!!) to shopping trips (with L's inheritance. obviosuly) to nightclubs to weird art clubs to seedy comedy bars to sex-clubs (see hotd. s1e4 pleasure house scene)

because he has a huge fetish for watching near have new experiences and being the one who is giving them to him (:

ok are you still with me i promise i am getting somewhere. ok so we have established mello is gonna drag him out, right, and so he eventually will have to experience The Unforeseen Horrors (people hitting on near because he’s cute).

it’s initially hilarious until mello realizes with dawning horror that near has no idea that he is being hit on and is therefore exhibiting the slightlest bit of human interest in the aforementioned person hitting on him and it becomes a full on gevanni situation part two. (we don’t have time to get into the Gevanni Situation)

one day someone gets lucky and hits on near with a special-interest-related pick up line so a conversation with the previous dynamic ensues. kill bill sirens going off in mello’s head. the person in question asks who mello is and near goes “oh! that’s mello” instead of saying that’s his boyfriend and well that’s because they have not at any point discussed labels and this basically, well how do i put it lightly, becomes the equivalent of accidental nuclear warfare (shaking my head so you know i don’t support toxic jealousy. unless it’s funny)

long story short mello throws a hissy fit at the MET that near finds extremely ridiculous so he goes home on his own and mello experiences all nine stages of grief and cries in the sculpture garden and then decides he is going to disappear for an entire week and That Will Teach Near!!! but with no immediately place to go he sits angrily (with his sexy toned arms crossed over his chest and his tear-glowing classically beautiful ruddy face) on a bench just beneath a large greek statue of some greek twunk sitting with crossed arms (this is what we call visual comedy) 

some nyc photographer captures this top three worst moment of his life (first two being L’s death and exploding himself but this is right up there) and posts it online as one of those “life interacts with art” semi-meaningful photographs and it quickly gets picked up by the pinterest girlies much like guy drawing on the floor and subsequently by the tumblr girlies. it is immediately disconnected from the source and gets a 100k notes. 

now mello cannot go on tumblr without being callously reminded of the one time he was wronged by near spending twenty minutes talking about the SETI institute with a witty girl (he is a queer goth 20 year old in the mid 2010s of COURSE mello has an aesthetic n-fw tumblr pre pr-n ban era. you agree)

anyway near doesn’t get either the need for labels nor the jealous outrages because that’s literally Mello. there’s one (1) spot for a mello in his heart and it is mello-shaped. this is the most romantic thing mello has heard in his life. unfortunately that same logic can be used for why near doesn't get why it's a big deal if he wanted to hook up with someone else. it's not like they could take up the mello shaped spot in his heart. it's a big deal because mello will KHS hope that helps (:

ultimately years into their relationship near will break him down when they're older because he is a little learning machine and that includes sex. he needs enrichment. but it's gonna end up being like:

near: wow it was so hot when u were dancing with that girl. can i watch u fuck her :0 ← said like they're talking about dinner because he one hundred percent has voyeur potential. (mello is whipped and helpless to his bratty wiles) 

extremely hot mysterious bisexual guy with a huge dick you just danced with: wanna get outta here. my boyfriend wants to watch us ;) 

the boyfriend in question: looks like a lab rat turned 18 year old boy (near is 22. he will get carded until he’s 30)

sorry what was the question again

#LOOK IM NOT EVEN GOING TO LOOK AT WORD COUNT. #meronia #death note #near dn #mello dn #nate river #mihael keehl #<- putting it in the tags because this might as well be an experimental-format fic #brothercrush.txt #inbox.txt