I Rlly Wish Ppl Would Stop Engaging In Eastern Media With A Western Mindset. Have U Considered That Honor,

i rlly wish ppl would stop engaging in eastern media with a western mindset. have u considered that honor, admiration, and respect are massive factors in most relationships and that such relationships operate with a different nuance? have u considered that closeness =/= romance? someone having a high level of admiration for someone =/= wanting to bone? or that misogyny ( and other bigotries ) manifests in very different, subtle ways than how the west depicts it?

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ VANITAS.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀you don’t have to be gentle. i won’t break.⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@qismet .

she hated how he could read her, from the lilts in her words when she told a lie to the slight trembles of her body as she remained adamant in her stubborn decision to refrain from him, and yet — her tongue was dancing along the line of his pulse, pointed canines grazing over and she could practically taste the sweet indulgence. his touch burned the surface of her skin, fingertips pressing into soft flesh, skillful muscles guiding the dance of her hips, flushed against him. “ don't say that — ” words, barely strung together, muffled and fused between coaxed - out hums as he moved against her in tandem, as he threatened to unravel her to the marrow. she meant to say more, remind him of the promise he'd made to her : kill her should she no longer find herself capable of maintaining her control, but instead she sunk her teeth into him, warm crimson instantly spilling into her mouth. slender digits curled, buried in tufts as she pulled him closer. it was overwhelming, the way he tasted, the taunting roll of his ministrations within, the blood rushing in her ears to the beat of a drum.

unfortunate sunday !

yosano is dominant - leaning <3 very rarely submissive and whenever she does take on that role, it's with the understanding that she's still the one in control. it's like carrying a double - edged blade trying not to get cut knowing that you're at her mercy. she's also very into taking risks, not particularly with an audience but with the risk of there being one.

❙⠀ ⠀ 𝒊.⠀ GETŌ, SUGURU.⠀⠀⠀.𖥔 ݁ ˖⠀⠀“⠀⠀are you wearing my shirt ?⠀⠀” ⠀⠀[⠀. . .⠀]⠀⠀@gokunoban .

the room had grown smaller, the air thickening into the depths of the night. she'd hoped he would pretend not to notice, but it was foolish thinking with the way the material swallowed her figure, draped over slanted shoulders and just barely reaching her knees. “ noooo ... ? ” she trailed off, hardly even trying to utter something convincing in tone, getō only asked questions he already knew the answer to, and utahime could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, skin warm to the touch. ivories gnawed over plush petals, lashes flickering as optics spotted the way his fingertips danced over the surface of her exposed thigh, featherlight and yet enough to send her mind into overdrive. “ my clothes were still in the dryer and ... i forgot to bring my overnight bag. ” a brief pause, head tilting to the side the slightest as she met his gaze, manicured brow arching with intrigue. “ if you'd rather i not wear it, you can simply remove it. i'm fine either way. ”