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hentyehottie · 4 months

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‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him.

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading.

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did.

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display.

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit.

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t?

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute.

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels.

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project.

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then.

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend.

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.”

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all.

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you.

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose.

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout.

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!?

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister.

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head.

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad?

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you.

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute.

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly.

“I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops.

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention?

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space.

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs.

Greedy bitch.

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.”

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine.

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing.

“Why?”

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why.

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?”

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took.

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt.

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy.

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open.

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day.

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs.

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly.

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined.

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that.

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy.

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.”

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way.

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time.

Your question falls on deaf ears.

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself.

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you.

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless.

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-”

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck.

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill.

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to.

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.”

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver.

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.”

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown?

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute.

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.”

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch.

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs.

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out.

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit.

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick.

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?”

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad.

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass.

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..”

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya.

“I-I did. How did you know?”

“I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.”

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mochacafee · 5 months

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Nanami on his honeymoon with his wife🙏🏾

I got youuuuuuu

You thought the sex you were going to have with Nanami was going to be in missionary and sweet and slow. Nanami stated that he wanted to wait till marriage to have sex with you. No, he wasn't a virgin, but he wanted his first time with you to be special. You weren't a virgin either, but you agreed to wait till marriage as well. The farthest ya'll have gone was dry humping and making out. Even in those lewd actions he was always sweet and slow, never rushing you are going to rough. but the way this nigga fucked you like there was no tomorrow was driving you insane. at first it was slow and sweet how you had expected him to be, but once he got his cock in you it was wraps. You didn't use a safe word, but you used colors.

Green = keep going

Yellow = slow down

Red = stop

"K-kento wait, you're too big!" you cry out.

"I'm not gonna fuck stop until you give me a color baby." he says while rutting into you.

"Go on pretty, give me a color." he coos.

"Green". you state.

"Good girl." He says

Nanami continues his brutal assault in your pussy. Pounding into you relentlessly.

"I'm gonna get you fucking pregnant. You gonna look so pretty full of my kids n ur tits swollen with- fuck milk."

"Kenot please, I'm gonna cummmmmm fuckkkkk."

"Go ahead pretty, let it out for me." he groans out.

"I'm cumming fuck fuck fuck fuckkk." he says as he finishes.

He finishes inside of you and stays inside of you. He lies down and stays inside of you.

"I love you so fucking much." he states.

"I love you to Nanami."

He moves your hand down you where the two of you meet and he slowly pulls out of your gummy walls that had him sucked in. He told you to but your fingers in place so that way his cum would stay inside of you. He goes over to the bathroom to grab a rag and begins to wipe you down. considering you were too tired to get up and take a bath. Her gets another rag to wipe himself down then grabs one of his t-shirts for you and slides over your worn-out body. he climbs into the bed right next you and wraps his arms around your waist. He leaves soft kisses on your neck until he realizes that you have fallen asleep. Your peaceful breaths then lull him to sleep.

#nanami smut #Nanami smut #Nanami #nanami #nanami x black reader #black coded #x black reader #Nanami Kento #nanami kento

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tiazvni · 1 year

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unholy | jean kirstein

words : 361

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, riding, slight sub!jean, exhibitionism, sex in a church <3

jean cursed through clenched teeth as you bounced on his dick, the feel of your pussy swallowing him whole making his eyes cross.

“cum for me, jeanie,” you whine softly in his ear, your nails dragging over his scalp. “i wan’ it, baby, please.”

you shifted in his lap, planting your feet on both sides of his thighs for leverage, and smirked as he writhed beneath you. his fucked out expression was so adorable, and you craved more of it as you angled yourself deeper.

jean couldn’t contain his groans. the low rumble of his voice echoing over empty pues, mixing with your sweet sighs and the constant slap of your skin against his, filling the small church like a symphony of ecstasy.

with your pretty sunday dress bunched up at your waist and cute panties pulled to the side, his hands gripped your ass for dear life, mindlessly helping you maintain rhythm.

he couldn’t take it. when you convinced him to come to your father’s church, he had no idea that it would include being fucked to the brink of insanity by you - his innocent, god-fearing girlfriend - mere moments before your father’s sermon.

“holy fuck,” jean gasped, struggling to keep his eyes from rolling to the back of his skull, “s-slow down, baby.”

you ignored him, his moans spurring you to bounce harder. it was his fault you were like this. having lost your virginity to him barely a month ago, you were addicted to the way he filled you, wanting nothing more than to keep him buried in your pussy until neither of you could move or think.

“but jeanie, you feel so good,” you lick the shell of his ear, delighting in the whine that crawls from his throat.

you were a demon, he thought - an unholy entity that had somehow possessed his perfect sweetheart overnight. that was the only logical explanation he could come up with before he stiffened, mouth opening on a soundless scream as his orgasm suddenly peaked, surprising both of you as warm cum spurt deep in your cunt.

jean had never been a believer, but you sure as hell made him see god.

#literally wrote this during class #smut #aot #aot smut #jean kirstein #jean x reader #jean kirstein smut #black coded #jean x black reader #black reader #attack on titan #anime smut

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kali-is-by-the-lake · 2 months

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Ngl to y’all 2012 raph could definitely beat his brothers In 1v1 basketball

He’s banking them 3’s sure he can’t dunk but he will turn into Steph curry one he gets to the 3 pointer line

Leo got hops he’s dunking every Chance he gets. Mikey he guards people to well locking people down. Donnie he’s a combo guard.

It’s reversed for rottmnt

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 3 months

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it's me or garnet in steven universe is black coded

I consider pretty much any character Black coded who is voiced by a Black person, unless the character is simply specifically something else and specifically not Black.

For instance, people come up to me sometimes and say, "This character isn't Black. She's Hispanic." Or "Indigenous" or "Something else" and I will be like, "Those things aren't mutually exclusive."

Black people exist just about everywhere. And when somebody says, "This is a space alien" or "This is anthromorphic candy."

We everywhere. If a Black woman in the booth, I'ma claim the character. Especially considering how many characters they expect us to accept white voices coming out of.

So. My reply is that Garnet is not Black coded. She is Black to me. 😁

#Garnet #Steven Universe #Black Femme Character with Black Voice Actor #Estelle #alien character #cartoons #black coded #Nesha Chats

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cherryasagiri · 5 months

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Case 4

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There is nothing you would rather do than to continue to sleep soundly in the expensive plush mattress you bought not too long ago. It was a big purchase you saved up most of the funds from your second job to relish in and most of the time, you don’t get to with your grueling and demanding schedule. You fought yourself to sleep for a few more minutes, but your blaring alarm had other ideas. You turned your phone over to silence the noise, looking at the time to see if it was worth getting up right now. It was four a.m. and you knew that if you didn’t get your tired ass out of that bed, then your husband would let himself go hungry.

With a tired groan, you trudge out of your bed while rubbing the sleep out of your eyes while you start on your long day. First, you head to take a morning shower since you failed to take one last night while letting sleep take over your senses. After dressing in your scrubs, you put on some light makeup to hide the bags under your eyes, then tie a ribbon you received from a patient's daughter around your faux locs to give yourself a high ponytail. After preparing for the day, you sat on your couch and looked at the time to see that only an hour had passed. You thought about taking a small nap before getting ready to make a small breakfast and lunch for your husband, but you decided not to and just pushed yourself off the comfortable couch and prepared the food. After some time, you packed both of your breakfasts and lunches in four separate containers and placed them in a second bag before gathering your keys, work bag, and other loose items for work and heading out the front door.

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You stood in front of your husband’s front door, checking your watch to see that you had about an hour before you had to be the work which was enough time to eat breakfast with your beloved and take a short nap before you had to head out. You didn’t bother with knocking on the door, seeing as you already had a key to the apartment, and opened it lightly. You didn't know if Ron was still sleeping, so you decided to head inside as silently as you could. You dropped your work bag next to the entrance, taking out the food in the process while removing your shoes and slipping on your personalized baby blue slides with your married name engraved on them. As you were doing so, you couldn't help but reminisce over the time you had put in the order for the couple slippers you had gotten made for your second anniversary. You looked over to the side to see if Ron’s were sitting there like before but were disheartened to see that they were missing. You were going to ask him about that later on. You take a second to be mesmerized again by the shoes you made. You had to remind yourself that they were also a special gift to yourself when you got hired at the hospital you’re currently working at. Ron made sure even in his depression to congratulate you and shower you with the love you’ve been missing since his accident. You stare at the flowers that don every surface of the slide with love seeing how beautifully delicate each petal is. Just like your husband, his perfect birth month flower for a perfect man. You wouldn’t want anything less.

You snap yourself out of your trance before you get too deep and enter the apartment fully. Ron was nowhere in sight, but you heard the low droplets of water from the distance and concluded that he was in the shower. You took that time to heat both of your breakfasts while also placing his lunch in the fridge. Once the food was perfectly warmed throughout and some sweet coffee was made, your husband decided to finally make his appearance. You looked up at him to see him physically flinch at the sight of you. You hope that he didn’t notice the hurt in your eyes as you realize that in the five years, you’ve been coming around every morning and “surprising him” when he’s not around, he has never greeted you the way he did. This was a first, which you then made sure to store in the back of your mind. “Oh, I forgot to tell you that you didn’t need to come over this morning. I’m waiting for Toto to bring me a new case and we were going to get something to eat.” Ron dryly told you. He was actively drying his hair while looking at the food you made this morning. He already figured since you brought him breakfast, that his lunch was already stored away so he figured if he put the food away for now, he could save it for dinner tonight. While he was going through his thoughts, he failed to notice the slight whimper in your voice as you replied, “Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t know,” you trailed off, losing your appetite in the same breath. You put away the food you were going to eat, placed it back in the bag you brought with you, and settled down on his mattress floor.

You watched as he haphazardly put his food in the fridge before flopping on the floor in front of you. By this time, he had already finished drying his hair off. Ron just stared up at the ceiling, and not once had he looked over at you since his initial surprise. The clear avoidance is itching at your already aching heart. You wanted to talk to him, hear his voice more as just speaking with your husband is the only thing that you can count on to bring solace to your already stagnant marriage and he can't even do that for you. What could you speak about? He does nothing all day but stays cooped up in his apartment when he’s not out solving murders with Toto. He doesn’t like to hear about what's going on at your job because all he thinks you do is look at vaginas all day and doesn't want to hear about any of that. Even though he knows that is not the only thing you do, you don't challenge him on that. Does he even want to talk to you? Do you bore him? Why does he keep you at such a distance? These were questions that plagued your mind but refused to speak up. Just like everything else that troubles you in your marriage, you place it in the back of your mind hoping to bring it up when he starts to open up more.

You were mulling over whether or not you should be the first to speak up when the blaring of your alarm was going off on your smartwatch indicating that it was time to get to work before you were late. You turned off the incessant noise and let out a short sigh. So much for that nap and quality married time, you thought to yourself before lazily picking yourself off the mattress and making your way out of the apartment. Even then, Ron didn’t even budge to see you off or say anything. Even after you wished him well and expressed how much you loved him. Once you were out the door and into your car, you let the booming sob you were holding in escape your lips. The tears were bulging out of your eyes even though you were trying to hold them back and not mess up your makeup but it was to no avail; you'll just tell them that you didnt get enough sleep and redo it in the bathroom before starting your shift. After a few minutes of crying your soul out, you started the car and headed to work.

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After working a grueling double at the hospital, you were determined to just go straight home and refuse to give Ron any more of your time. You were thinking it over all day that your husband doesn't deserve you right now if he wasn't going to appreciate all the work you have done in the past five years. You didn’t even want a thank you, just something simple like a hug or a kiss. Hell, even just an “I love you” once in a while but you get nothing, and that hurts the most. This is something that has been on your mind for a long time and you thought that Toto being the light in his life would change the way he treated you but it only has gotten worse. You say that all in your head, but your body does the complete opposite and drives straight to his apartment. Once you had realized what you were doing, you were already parked in front of the complex. An irritated groan leaves your lips as you purposefully hit your head on the steering wheel trying to convince yourself to just drive off, but the yearning in your heart is telling you that you want to see your husband. As always, that side wins over you as you start to leave your car and head up to his door.

Once inside you can hear the faint sounds of his voice as well as another, much softer voice coming from the depths of the apartment. You were concerned about who would be here at this time of night that isn’t Toto. Did he make a new friend and didn’t tell me? You quietly took your shoes off and noticed that your slippers were gone. Confused, you just put on Ron’s much bigger plain slippers he insisted on using instead of the ones you bought for him and entered the room. There you see Ron sitting on a fold-up chair facing the other person while a smaller figure is sitting on the single sofa chair with its back facing you so you couldn't see them. Ron had noticed you enter his home, head peaking up slightly to look at you for only a few seconds. He locked eyes with you and tore them away. It felt like if he were to look at you any longer than he did, he would look at you with disgust. Maybe you were overthinking it but that is what your throbbing heart wanted to let you know and as always, you despise the feeling. Ron broke your thoughts with his low voice, making you look at the male in front of you quizzically. “Um, what was that again? I’m sorry it was a long shift,” you apologized, kicking yourself at the same time. Why am I even apologizing? Ron just gazed at you indifferently before clearing his throat and repeating himself. Ouch, another thing to add to the ever-growing list. “I said, this is Dr. Mofu, she’s going to help me and Toto find a cure,” he said as the woman mentioned stood up and frantically bowed to you while tripping on her own feet. You just looked down as Ron helped her and only could process one thing that was going on.

She was wearing your slippers.

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mydeardoxy · 3 months

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Black/Racial Coding Doesn't Equal Racial Stereotypes

I can not believe we live in a society that genuinely believes racial coding = 'stereotypes but woke'...

Y'all, racial stereotypes are overexaggerated and meant to generalize a group as a whole....

Yes, racial stereotypes are technically coding, but that doesn't mean racial coding itself is based on stereotypes. [Think square = rectangle but rectangle =/= square.]

If it was all the same, you can not create any characters with a race because anything can be a stereotype by their POV.

Gave your white oc straight hair? "Racist. Not all white people have straight hair."

Gave your black oc dark skin? "Racist. Not all black people have darker skin."

Your character comes from a place with a language other than English, and they dare speak in that language? "Racist. Not every person knows their home language."

All of these rebuttals in isolation are correct, but context is extremely important. Yes, if someone claims an entire group of people have to look like XYZ to be a certain race, that's stereotyping. Making characters who happen to have very common traits among certain races, specifically the one they're meant to represent, is not.

You can literally spin anything into being racist if you view characters with this amount of malicious intent.

Getting so butthurt over someone simply calling a character X-coded (especially when it's confirmed and extremely obvious) is so incredibly dumb.

Getting mad at people critical of an X-coded character because there's no traits for people to actually connect the dots (without reading an outside source) is also extremely dumb.

TLDR: Racial coding is simply giving characters traits to represent a certain race. Racial stereotypes are still coding, but that doesn't mean racial coding itself is inherently stereotypical. Otherwise, every depiction of race is a stereotype and/or racist.

#doxy's yap sess #yapping #twitter is a hellsite #twitter is the worst #i hate everything #non art related #racial coding #black coded #character coding #discussing racism #discussion #twitter discourse

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black-emo-nymph · 1 year

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Trailer

OUT OF THE WOODS

Part of the series

Folklore

demi-nymph reader x oc

Hi I might make this a series of stories base on Pinterest mythical creatures I find, it's called folklore cuase that's what I listen to while writing this, also this character is black coded but anyone can read sence they have an inhumane skin tone

⚠WARNINGS⚠: gore, violence, graphic descriptions, obsessive behavior, kidnapping, yandere themes

You woke to a pain hitting your your arm. You open your eyes to the bright morning sun /it didn't hurt your eyes, luckily/ you looked around your surroundings, you were near a lake, the peaceful sound of the mini water fall tempted you to go back to sleep /but you didn't/ you felt another sharp pain. Looking down to inspect it there was a deep cut in your arm. Cuase you to panic you run towards the mother tree of your home, seeing your father on the way

-I was on my way to get you the humans are trying to cut down ma

You don't respond and keep running to the biggest tree in your forest. There were men the dress in village rags.

-hey! What fuck do you think your doing

You use the trees branches to smack them away, making them hit their back on another tree /her names gin/ cuase her to frown, you send her a sorry look

- how are you humans so dumb and insensitive! This tree is-

You were cut off by a man smacking you, gin the tree instantly smacks him back knocking him to the floor again. You weren't that mad earlier, often humans wonder into your forest and try to pick flowers and cut down trees, obviously, these humans weren't not Misunderstood or nice.

-GET OUT

You voice shock everything with in miles and held bits of the half goddess you were, that man, in his disgusting rag decided speak.

-I am the prince! You lowly creatures may not! Touch or order me around!

-your the prince but you don't know there's a law to leave theses woods

You were sick of talking, so you had a tree, Verick, one of the tallest, throw them out, sence he was a prince someone would come and save him, plus he'd learn his lesson

-stay Out of the Woods

#Spotify #nymphology #black coded #black reader #Blackreader #black y/n #monster reader #monstereader #fairy #fairyreader #nymphreader #mythology #xreader #readerxoc #reader x oc

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baitustudios · 4 months

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kon.

inspired by my bestie @NegativeSymptom on twt!!

(the brainrot is cooking he's coming soon)

#self insert #self ship #oc #yumeship #yumejoshi #black coded #sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #sonic fandom #artists on tumblr #baitustudiosart

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supahstarrr · 2 years

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okay so i was just watching an episode of tawog and had a thought. considering that penny's canon human design is black-coded (95% most likely black though!) and thought about that "The Shell" episode.

now, my memories of that episode - and the show in general - are a little blurry since i haven't watched a full episode of tawog since fucking forever. though i somewhat remember "The Shell" - even as someone that was young, i appreciated the episode. it was kinda deep to me - nothing that serious, but serious enough to appreciate this episode existing. and i just couldn't help but to look up the episode (on the wiki, though) again.

but i just can't get enough of how that episode hits differently, when knowing Penny's human version is black. the existence of her shell could easily connect to the way some black people force themselves to hide - they try to stay away from being seen as "the other black ppl" to just live normally, they may not embrace their culture (and/or facial traits associated with their race) in general from internalized racism. they repress their emotions, especially negative ones, to not be reduced into something hollow.

when her shell cracks, her insecurities slip in - she thinks that gumball's thinking that she's ugly. and the fact that her father gets on her ass about her being a "monster"? she's been conditioned to adapt into a society that won't accept her if she embrace her culture - a society that will see you as nothing more but an entertainer, aggressor or terrible being. a society who rewards you if you look or act similar to the default. her father has conditioned her this way so she couldn't get hurt - he's afraid of the risks that she'll get for not adapting into a certain look or attitude... he associate his true culture with the bad and wild representation of that culture.

// note: the fact that she's transforms into random ass creatures while expressing her emotions??? this is something i looked a little "too" deep into i admit, but the fact that her transforming into a creature could represent the way people reduce black people into a single trait when they express their emotions (especially negative ones), while in the process - those same people view less of black people as well, people?? this note just ties into the rest of my post.

andddd that's fucking it. i appreciated its existence back then and still fucking do. such a memorable episode honestly. i somewhat related to this back then, but now this episode just gave me a slice of literal relatability. mainly about her repressing her emotions

#black experience #penny fitzgerald #analysis #tawog #tw racism #the amazing world of gumball #tawog penny #black coded #allegory #i'm genuinely surprised and a little sad and disappointed that no one has said about the episode being seen as an allegory to black folks #and their experience #i see it mainly for the trans experience and i get it #but i feel like its also important to consider the episode connecting to the black experience?? esp considering her canon human design #even with or without her canon human design- this connection is important.#i am aware this experience is NOT just the but im connecting this more-so to the black experiences bc well u know #i'd love to see more fans connect stories or arcs in fiction to poc experience... like come on y'all just hear the poc ppl out pls #seeing things from the lgbtq+ lenses is important but seeing things from the poc lenses should be treated important too #sunny's thoughts

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lavenderlovefluff · 10 months

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Art Fight Attack for @/peachypegasus

#anthro #furry #pastel #giraffe #black coded #art fight #art fight 2023 #fairy kei #pastel aesthetic

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hentyehottie · 9 months

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Oh nothing, just thinkin about a cute, chubby little babe whose new fav hobby is baking. Do you like sweets? Sure, but that’s not why you started.

No, it was the look on your husband’s face whenever you’d go to the bakery to pick up fresh bread. He’d stare at the dessert case like a kid in a candy store, begging you to let him get one as if he wasn’t a grown man making his own salary and now he makes that same face whenever you offer him first pick of your own delicious, freshly baked pastries.

This time is no different, you hear the click of the front door shutting, he’s walking into your quaint little kitchen with a news paper tucked in his axillary and his briefcase in hand. He’s dropping his case near the threshold and tossing the paper onto the table, footing over to you and placing an earnest kiss on your lips before flipping on the sink’s faucet to wash his hands.

Your husband is old fashioned, no social life and not many hobbies due to his demanding work schedule. He says you’re too pretty to work a job so he works six days a week, every single week, in order to give you your soft life.

You carry not a worry in the world except whether or not you may have over starched his jeans or added too much salt in your latest confection. Of course these little desserts and things don’t equate to all that he does but it’s literally the least you can do to thank him. He swears he doesn’t deserve it, coming home to your love and a hot meal everyday is more than enough but you tell him otherwise every single time.

“Made ya somethin.”

He’s drying his hands with a dish towel, turning around to see what delectable treat you’ve gone out of your way to make for him today.

Bright eyes lighting up as you present him with a display tray of heart shaped puff pastries, lightly dusted with powdered sugar, split down the middle and filled with a tall dollop of a blush-pink colored cream. He’s pulling the chair out, pulling up the legs of his trousers and plopping down in the seat, his legs spread wide. Today was long, or at least it felt long, but even a second away from you is just too damn long. But, it’s over and now he gets to indulge in a sweet treat and hopefully his sweet wife later on.

He goes to grab one and his pinky finger catches some of the cream from another, those big hands of his are never really ideal when it comes to grabbing such delicate, tiny things. He admired your creation, from the flaky layers of the puff pastry to the little specks of red littered throughout the cream.

“Strawberry cream?”

“Mhm.”

He’s so attentive, it melts your lil heart. “But they’re not in season.”

“I got the freeze dried ones from the store and a tiny bit of strawberry flavoring. Tastes just as good, I promise.” It tastes the same to you, but who knows if it’d taste good to him, his favorite fruit is strawberries after all.

He goes in for his first bite and he’s not surprised when a tiny little bit of the cream oozes out and plops onto his white collared shirt—some of your pastries do tend to get messy sometimes, his face and his laundry have come to find out.

But it’s no big deal, he just swipes it up with that same pinky & sucks it off like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

He let’s out the sweetest groan—one that has his cute little wife squeezing her thighs together, trying to keep your cool as you wait for him to finish.

“Damn that’s tasty.”

“Yeah?” You gush, the way he closes his eyes and tosses his head back has you damn near squealing.

“Mhm, but everything you make is delicious.”

Gosh, when he gives you that dazzling smile you almost melt. You rarely ever heard your husband swear, at least not outside of the bedroom, and you have to admit it’s so damn sexy.

“Reallyyyy?” You drag.

“Yeahhhh.” He mocks your tone, free hand gently grasping your jaw to pull you in for another quick kiss.

Two bites. Two bites is all it takes for him to finish the dainty little pastry before he’s reaching for another.

He looks at you like you’ve grown another head when you pop his hand and push the tray away.

“You’ll ruin your dinner.”

He’s not sure what you’re cooking, maybe a roast or stew and it smells hearty and delicious. He’s sure one more little cream puff won’t ruin his appetite.

“Babyyy.” Here he goes with the damned whining. “Just one more.”

He pulls you closer by the hem of your pretty pink gingham lace trimmed apron, the scraping of the chair’s legs against the wooden flooring harsh and loud as he pushes back to give you some room. A pat of his thigh has you raising your leg, throwing it over both of his and straddling his lap.

“I just wanted you to try one! You can have more for dessert after dinner.”

“I tried it and I liked it. I want another.”

It’s a little while before you feel it—him moving his hips back and forth, grinding the hard bulge in his slacks against your panty-covered cunt. He thinks he’s sooo slick, giving you those eyes, that look—you know the one.

“Please baby, you don’t mind dessert before dinner when it’s you I’m eating, let’s keep things fair, my love.”

Your mouth goes ajar for a quick second, opening and closing in speechlessness before a heavy gasp escapes. You don’t have a comeback and your adorable little pout is no match for his fiery gaze and quick tongue, determined to get his second treat. You’re folding almost immediately, sighing as you reach back to grab another cream puff.

“Okay, but only one more.”

This is soooo Rengoku coded but you can insert any of your favs really 😁

*this wasn’t even supposed to be this long 😭

#black reader #black fem reader #anime x black!reader #black!reader #black coded reader #black!y/n #demon slayer x black reader #kny x black reader #mha x black reader #black coded #black!fem!reader #aot x black reader #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x black reader #kyojuro x black reader #HentyeHottie🌸

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