people who support it and actually like being fetishized over definitely need help.
i think porn / social media beauty standards plays a big part when it comes to race fetishization. if you think about it, where else do people get these weird ass names, like, snowbunny, blacked, bleached, baddie, etc. from?
the races i mostly see it happened to are asian people, black people, white people, and hispanic people.
i’m not saying that they’re the only ones being fetishized, i’m saying that they’re the races that i commonly see being drooled over by people with porn filled brains 😒 .
i feel like most people with a race fetish, only seem to get with men / women that fit into a stereotype.
take hispanic women for example. people stereotype them to be “toxic” and call every man they see “papí”.
it’s genuinely fucking weird how people only get with somebody based on their ethnicity / race. like, how hard is it to be with someone out of genuine love?
A Late Night In Indulgence (Vander X Chubby Reader)
Disclaimer: This is my first time writing smut or anything on here in general so it might not be good. I hope it’s to your liking. It’s not explicitly said, but the reader is chubby. Also, As the beginning of this says, There is smut. PinV, oral (fem receive)
Word Count: 1.3 K
You and Vander were married and it was a pretty healthy marriage at that. You both had met when your friend, Felicia, had brought you with her to the bar. There you felt this connection with Vander. You both went out and front here it was history. It was filled with love, care, passion, intimacy and basically everything that goes into a marriage like yours. It had been challenging with the intimacy ever since you both had taken in the kids. There was always a problem that came with it.
Powder being a little too clingy on some nights and wanting to come to bed with you and Vander, worrying about the other kids walking in on you both in the middle of it, and the sheer volume that you both produced when sharing a night of passion. You both didn’t mind the lack of intimacy, but it would’ve been nice. Now, That the kids had moved out and you and Vander had the home to yourself, you could finally do it with no interruptions. Now, Here you both are at the bar going down memory lane. Reminiscing about the first time you had met, raising the kids, running the bar together, etc.
That was when you both got to the topic of those…frisky nights. The way you both sounded, the way he felt inside you, the way you felt around…The conversation became a bit heated. You both waited until closing time. “Now that we have some time alone I was thinking that maybe you and I could maybe go out and…” You trailed, but Vander knew exactly what you were referring to. He chuckled. “I think that would be a great idea, love~” Vander said in that low, husky voice that always filled your stomach with butterflies.
You took his hand and went upstairs to your shared bedroom. You found yourself on his lap as Vander gently pressed his lips against yours. You kissed back as your hands came up to cup his face. You subconsciously move your hips against his, eliciting a low groan from Vander. You felt something begin to press against your thigh and looked down to see the tent that was forming in his pants. You reached down and undid his pants.
Vander watched your movement with half lidded eyes. He reached under you and hiked up the skirt of your dress before slipping it over your head, leaving you clad in only your bra and panties. His hands roamed your sides, occasionally squeezing. He hooked his fingers under your panties and pulled them down. He saw your wet folds glistening in the dim light that the moon provided to the room. He unhooked your bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing your soft peaks.
He gently took one in his mouth, suckling gently. You let out a soft moan as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He let go with a soft pop sound. He scooted back and laid down on his back. He gestured for you to come closer. You crawled towards him on the bed. “Sit on my face, love.” You were caught off guard and hesitant. You weren’t the same woman that he had met all those years ago. You did put on a few pounds, but Vander didn’t care. He still saw you as the most beautiful woman in the world.
“What’s that look for?” He asked. “I don’t know, love…I’m not the same woman…” You said. He placed a hand on your thigh and rubbed little circles on them. “What makes you think I loved you any less?” He said. You melted at his words. With a little reassurance, He managed to convince you. You hovered a little before his arms came around your thighs and gently pulled you down to his awaiting tongue. He lapped at the sweet nectar of your core, drawing out little moans and whines from you.
His tongue moved precisely, running it through every fold, feeling every bump and ridge as if he was trying to commit it to memory. He gently nipped at your clit, causing you to yelp in surprise. It stung, but it also felt pleasureful. His tongue lapped at the sensitive nub as he inserted two of fingers in your core. It felt overstimulating for you, but you didn’t want him to stop. He was focused on things and that was getting you to finish on his face.
You reached down and tugged at his hair. This caused him to groan. His fingers moved faster, hitting your g-spot as his tongue swirled around your clit. It all hit you at once as you finally let go and came on his face. He lapped up your juices as you came down from your high. He sat up and laid you down. He removed his shirt before pulling down his pants and boxers. Vander was a big man and it was obvious he was big in the right places.
The tip of his length dripped with pre cum. You swallowed as you looked at it. It was throbbing and seeking shelter within your velvet walls. He got between your legs and rubbed the bulbous head of his cock against your slit. You let out a moan as you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t tease me, Vander…Just put it in.” You said, your voice laced with desperation. Without another thought, He slowly pushed in. He groaned as he felt your tight walls clenching around him. “Still as tight as our wedding night~” He whispered in your ear.
Once he bottomed out within you, he paused for a moment, letting you feel every inch of him. You could feel the heat of his body, adding more intimacy to the moment. Then, he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, each stroke deliberate, drawing out the pleasure with aching precision. His hands roamed over your skin, fingertips tracing the curves of your body as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, whispering your name like a prayer.
His fingers traced every curve, every dip, every contour of your body as if he was trying to memorize them. This was a moment that was well needed between the both of you. Once he saw that you were having pleasure, he began to move his hips harder and faster. He pulled back a bit, almost pulling out, before slamming back into you, earning a gasp of pleasure. He swallowed the little sounds you made with a kiss as your bodies entangled with each other. The heat between you intensified, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body as he held you closer, completely lost in the moment.
His eyes held that same look at you on your wedding night. The same look he had when you walked down the aisle. The same look he had when he saw you for the first time. His eyes were filled with love and admiration as he watched your face contort with pleasure. His fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him with half lidded eyes. You felt yourself approaching your climax. Vander could feel your walls clenching around him. He moved his hips as fast as he could.
The bed creaked with the combined weight and the rapid movement. His hands moved to your hips. His breath came out in ragged pants as he drove deeper, his grip tightening as he guided your movements, desperate to push you both over the edge together. He rubbed your clit and before you knew it, a wave of pleasure came over the both of you. He pulled out and went out of the room for a little bit.
He returned with a glass of water and some rag. He gently cleaned you up and had you drink the water. The tenderness in his touch spoke volumes, a silent promise that even after all these years, his love and devotion remained unwavering. He tucked you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, just as he had countless times before. In that moment, you knew that no matter how much time passed, you would always belong to each other.
A Late Night In Indulgence (Vander X Chubby Reader)
Disclaimer: This is my first time writing smut or anything on here in general so it might not be good. I hope it’s to your liking. It’s not explicitly said, but the reader is chubby. Also, As the beginning of this says, There is smut. PinV, oral (fem receive)
Word Count: 1.3 K
You and Vander were married and it was a pretty healthy marriage at that. You both had met when your friend, Felicia, had brought you with her to the bar. There you felt this connection with Vander. You both went out and front here it was history. It was filled with love, care, passion, intimacy and basically everything that goes into a marriage like yours. It had been challenging with the intimacy ever since you both had taken in the kids. There was always a problem that came with it.
Powder being a little too clingy on some nights and wanting to come to bed with you and Vander, worrying about the other kids walking in on you both in the middle of it, and the sheer volume that you both produced when sharing a night of passion. You both didn’t mind the lack of intimacy, but it would’ve been nice. Now, That the kids had moved out and you and Vander had the home to yourself, you could finally do it with no interruptions. Now, Here you both are at the bar going down memory lane. Reminiscing about the first time you had met, raising the kids, running the bar together, etc.
That was when you both got to the topic of those…frisky nights. The way you both sounded, the way he felt inside you, the way you felt around…The conversation became a bit heated. You both waited until closing time. “Now that we have some time alone I was thinking that maybe you and I could maybe go out and…” You trailed, but Vander knew exactly what you were referring to. He chuckled. “I think that would be a great idea, love~” Vander said in that low, husky voice that always filled your stomach with butterflies.
You took his hand and went upstairs to your shared bedroom. You found yourself on his lap as Vander gently pressed his lips against yours. You kissed back as your hands came up to cup his face. You subconsciously move your hips against his, eliciting a low groan from Vander. You felt something begin to press against your thigh and looked down to see the tent that was forming in his pants. You reached down and undid his pants.
Vander watched your movement with half lidded eyes. He reached under you and hiked up the skirt of your dress before slipping it over your head, leaving you clad in only your bra and panties. His hands roamed your sides, occasionally squeezing. He hooked his fingers under your panties and pulled them down. He saw your wet folds glistening in the dim light that the moon provided to the room. He unhooked your bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing your soft peaks.
He gently took one in his mouth, suckling gently. You let out a soft moan as you tangled your fingers in his hair. He let go with a soft pop sound. He scooted back and laid down on his back. He gestured for you to come closer. You crawled towards him on the bed. “Sit on my face, love.” You were caught off guard and hesitant. You weren’t the same woman that he had met all those years ago. You did put on a few pounds, but Vander didn’t care. He still saw you as the most beautiful woman in the world.
“What’s that look for?” He asked. “I don’t know, love…I’m not the same woman…” You said. He placed a hand on your thigh and rubbed little circles on them. “What makes you think I loved you any less?” He said. You melted at his words. With a little reassurance, He managed to convince you. You hovered a little before his arms came around your thighs and gently pulled you down to his awaiting tongue. He lapped at the sweet nectar of your core, drawing out little moans and whines from you.
His tongue moved precisely, running it through every fold, feeling every bump and ridge as if he was trying to commit it to memory. He gently nipped at your clit, causing you to yelp in surprise. It stung, but it also felt pleasureful. His tongue lapped at the sensitive nub as he inserted two of fingers in your core. It felt overstimulating for you, but you didn’t want him to stop. He was focused on things and that was getting you to finish on his face.
You reached down and tugged at his hair. This caused him to groan. His fingers moved faster, hitting your g-spot as his tongue swirled around your clit. It all hit you at once as you finally let go and came on his face. He lapped up your juices as you came down from your high. He sat up and laid you down. He removed his shirt before pulling down his pants and boxers. Vander was a big man and it was obvious he was big in the right places.
The tip of his length dripped with pre cum. You swallowed as you looked at it. It was throbbing and seeking shelter within your velvet walls. He got between your legs and rubbed the bulbous head of his cock against your slit. You let out a moan as you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t tease me, Vander…Just put it in.” You said, your voice laced with desperation. Without another thought, He slowly pushed in. He groaned as he felt your tight walls clenching around him. “Still as tight as our wedding night~” He whispered in your ear.
Once he bottomed out within you, he paused for a moment, letting you feel every inch of him. You could feel the heat of his body, adding more intimacy to the moment. Then, he began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, each stroke deliberate, drawing out the pleasure with aching precision. His hands roamed over your skin, fingertips tracing the curves of your body as he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, whispering your name like a prayer.
His fingers traced every curve, every dip, every contour of your body as if he was trying to memorize them. This was a moment that was well needed between the both of you. Once he saw that you were having pleasure, he began to move his hips harder and faster. He pulled back a bit, almost pulling out, before slamming back into you, earning a gasp of pleasure. He swallowed the little sounds you made with a kiss as your bodies entangled with each other. The heat between you intensified, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body as he held you closer, completely lost in the moment.
His eyes held that same look at you on your wedding night. The same look he had when you walked down the aisle. The same look he had when he saw you for the first time. His eyes were filled with love and admiration as he watched your face contort with pleasure. His fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You looked up at him with half lidded eyes. You felt yourself approaching your climax. Vander could feel your walls clenching around him. He moved his hips as fast as he could.
The bed creaked with the combined weight and the rapid movement. His hands moved to your hips. His breath came out in ragged pants as he drove deeper, his grip tightening as he guided your movements, desperate to push you both over the edge together. He rubbed your clit and before you knew it, a wave of pleasure came over the both of you. He pulled out and went out of the room for a little bit.
He returned with a glass of water and some rag. He gently cleaned you up and had you drink the water. The tenderness in his touch spoke volumes, a silent promise that even after all these years, his love and devotion remained unwavering. He tucked you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, just as he had countless times before. In that moment, you knew that no matter how much time passed, you would always belong to each other.
Me reading old ATSV / ITSV fanfics and watching the edits I saved in my camera roll of my hot wookie poos, knowing that i wont get any new ones until the next movie comes out 💔
pairing: pervert!gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon x dumb!fem!reader
summary: the infamous gym trainer in your city has set his eyes on you!
warning: masturbation, suggestive, dark 18+
a/n: enjoy this as fiction, please. this is not meant to portray the actor in any bad light. it's pure fiction. leave if it makes you uncomfortable. this is the edit that inspired me btw<3
gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon whose pants felt a bit too tight as soon his eyes landed on you. pink bow prettily tied on your pretty head, matching with the pink sports bra that clung to your chest for the life of it.
gym!trainer Wi Ha-Joon who immediately drops the weights he was lifting, his legs taking him to you. he knew he had to get his hands on you before someone else did, or maybe you were already someone else's? fuck it. he'll take his chances.
"do you need help?" his voice ever so gentlemanly. no one would even imagine how he wanted to push you against the wall and smash his lips with yours, his hands roaming around your body like a hungry beast, oh how he would grind—
"oh yes, please!" you said with that innocent smile. oh how he wanted you to scream his name while he abused your hole
you laid on the weight bench, nervously looking up at the metal bar. you needed to get it done, yes but that doesn't mean you can't be scared. it must be fate that the trainer came to your rescue, almost like an angel.
Ha-Joon smiled, his hands on the rod ready to lift it up if you mess up. the first one was okay, your arms straining, lifting it up. Ha-Joon helped a bit in lifting it up.
like a pervert, he quite enjoyed seeing you strain under the weight. he did not even tried to hide the fact that he was shamelessly staring at you, his eyes hungry.
but you paid no mind, of course. to you, the man was simply a gentleman helping you out. after you were done, Ha-Joon would workout around the same equipments beside you, smiling every now and then and on his toes to help you out.
he would ask for your name before you left, his mind creating images of you under him, begging for him to stop but he of course, won't. later that day, Ha-Joon would make several mistakes. call your name to his clients, dropping barbels mindlessly. what could you say? his mind was filled with you and only you.
one day when you let him take a swig from your bottle, he decided it was a sign from you. from then on, his touches would linger more than appropriate, his hands travelling to places, its all innocently of course.
when you hugged him thanking him for always looking out for you in this unknown environment, it was so hard for him to even breath. however, he was not willing to let the opportunity slide though.
his hands would roam around your back as he diverted your mind with his sweet words and sweet smile. he could only hope then that you won't be able to feel his hard on pressing against you, but if you did, even better.
as soon as you left, he would rush to the gym shower, stroking his cock with the same hand that had been on your skin, your name falling from his lips almost like a spell.
and finally, when one day you came to the gym, not with your usual gym outfit, and your eyes red and lips puffy from crying, he was feeling a bit too happy than he should have. finally, your asshole of a boyfriend had cheated on you. how lovely.
Summary: Did you pass the speed limit? No. Did Jun-ho pull you over anyways to steal a few moments (and kisses) with you? Yes.
Content: fluff, shared kisses, a girl flirting with him but Jun-ho being very loyal, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!
Word count: ~ 1.1k
The air was cool that afternoon, sunlight glinting off the windshields of passing cars. Traffic duty wasn’t exactly glamorous, but it was steady, and after everything Jun-ho had endured chasing shadows and secrets, it wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the transfer. It gave him time to breathe. To be with you.
A motorcycle driving into sight caught his eyes, bringing him out of his thoughts. A man carrying a girl on the back, helmet-less.
Jun-ho approached the two as the motorcycle came to a stop, his partner—a younger, less experienced officer trailed after him.
“You’re not wearing a helmet. Your license, please.” he took out a small tablet as the man cursed, eyes full of impatience and annoyance.
“Isn’t this entrapment? Hiding to catch people is shady. You want to squeeze money out of broke citizens?” the man scoffed.
“Your license, please.” Jun-ho ignored him and extended a hand out, waiting.
The man handed over his license begrudgingly as the girl sitting behind him on the motorcycle hopped down, giving the man a reassuring pat as if saying, “I’ve got this,” before coming closer to Jun-ho.
“Look, can’t you just let us go? I’m wearing one.” she gestured to her own helmet, giving it a steady pat.
“No, ma’am.”
The girl frowned, but took a second look at him and her eyes sparkled, peering at him. “Hey, you’re really handsome!” her voice tuned into a higher pitch at her excitement, as if she found some treasure.
“I could charge you with obstruction.” Jun-ho said dryly, checking the information on the small tablet in his hand.
“You’re a tough cookie,” the girl smiled wider, taking out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, striking different poses as Jun-ho tried to avoid the camera, his head ducked low as he scanned over the information shown on the tablet. The man on the motorcycle narrowed his eyes at the sight.
As the ticket printed out from a machine strapped to Jun-ho’s vest, the girl patted his shoulder. “Come on, get in here!” she leaned closer, but he stepped away to maintain a good distance, before walking over to the man.
Jun-ho handed the ticket to the guy. “The fine for not wearing a helmet is 20,000 won. Pay it on time.”
The man snatched the ticket away as the girl continued fawning.
“What’s your number? Are you single?” she squealed.
Jun-ho blinked, momentarily taken aback, before he smirked softly and raised his hand, the band on his finger glinting in the sunlight. “Happily married,” he said simply, his voice warm.
The girl’s excitement evaporated, replaced by a pout. “Seriously? Who’s the lucky woman?”
Jun-ho didn’t answer, instead he walked back to the squad car.
The man drove off on his motorcycle, a bitterness clinging onto him. The girl was startled and chased after the guy, shouting and exclaiming and throwing her helmet at him but missing while trying to catch up, her loud curses disappearing into the distance along with the motorcycle.
Jun-ho watched the scene unfold with an amused smile, shaking his head before getting back into the squad car. His rookie partner shot him a bewildered look. “Does that happen to you a lot?”
“More than you’d think. Just ignore them,” Jun-ho replied, settling back into his seat, looking down at the band on his ring finger as his eyes softened, already missing you.
They were driving back toward their usual patrol route when Jun-ho caught sight of a familiar car in the distance. It was yours, the unmistakable silhouette of the vehicle and the way it handled the road bringing an instant smile to his face.
“Pulling over for a second,” he told his rookie partner.
“What? Why?”
Without explanation, Jun-ho sped up slightly, falling into step behind your car before flicking on the lights. You weren’t speeding—you rarely did—but you pulled your car to the side of the road obediently anyway, your indicator blinking calmly, putting the car in park.
Jun-ho stepped out of the patrol car, smoothing his uniform. His partner stayed inside, fiddling with the radio.
He walked up to your window, tapping lightly on the glass, then gestured for you to roll it down. When you turned to look at him, he saw the way your eyes flickered in recognition and affectionate annoyance. He could already feel his heart melting.
You raised an eyebrow, playing along as you pressed the button and lowered the window.
“Officer,” you said, your voice laced with playful suspicion. “What’s the problem?”
Jun-ho leaned against the frame, speaking in a serious way, though the corners of his mouth twitched. “License and registration, please.”
You scoffed. “I wasn’t speeding. You know I wasn’t speeding.”
“You were driving suspiciously… within the speed limit,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Very suspicious.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Am I really getting a ticket for obeying the law?”
“Yes,” he said, dipping his head closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “But you can pay in kisses.”
Before you could respond, he leaned in through the open window, his lips brushing yours in a tender, stolen kiss. It was soft, warm, and lingering—the kind of kiss that reminded you just how much he adored you. When he pulled back, he waited for just a moment before stealing another kiss. And then another.
“Jun-ho,” you mumbled, your voice half-scolding but mostly filled with affection.
“One more,” he murmured, his hand resting lightly on the edge of the window.
You gave in, letting him kiss you again.
“That’ll cover it,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement as he pulled back, his eyes lingering on yours.
Just as he straightened, the passenger door of the squad car opened, and his rookie partner stepped out, looking thoroughly confused. “Uh… everything okay?”
Jun-ho let out a sigh, his expression shifting back to something more professional, though you could still see the softness in his eyes when he glanced at you. “Everything’s fine,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute, go wait in the car.”
The officer hesitated but nodded, retreating back to the patrol car, leaving the two of you alone again.
“Guess that’s my cue,” Jun-ho said, his voice softening as he looked at you.
You smiled warmly. “I’ll see you at home.”
“I’ll be there,” he promised. “Sharp.”
With one last lingering look, Jun-ho stepped back, letting you drive off. He stood there for a moment, watching your car disappear down the road, his heart full.
As he returned to the squad car, his rookie partner gave him a questioning look, but Jun-ho didn’t offer an explanation. Some things were just for him to cherish.
