how do you think butch!kara and reader would handle karas superhuman stamina in bed? would it be too much for reader or would it be a fun challenge for her to try and last longer? š
!!!: porn no plot, overstimulation, dom top!kara, sub bottom! reader, use of strap, brat tamming if you squint, kara still thinks the strap is her real dick, nothing is more sexy than consent
omg i think at first kara would respect that she's too much for you to handle. she'd be ok with only having 1-2 orgasms, 3 if you're feeling really bold. she's afraid of doing too much and affecting your new relationship in some way.
but as the times passes, of course she gets more intenseā¦ š
ākaraā¦ you said only one moreā¦ā you cry against the pillow, soaked with your fresh tears. āreally? i don't recall saying that.ā kara mumbles against your ear, placing a soft kiss on your back as the rhythm of her thrusts gets faster and rougher.
ājust come one more time for me baby, then i'll stop.ā that's what she said to you three orgasms ago. maybe four. you actually don't know.
your back hurts, your poor cunt is so sensitive even the wind against it could make you squirm. you could try to drag yourself away from kara, but she can easily just hold you still and slam her strap inside you again. a sob escapes your mouth, the way her tip was hitting you so deep was almost too much to handle. almost.
āoh my god kara, you're such a bitch, i-ā your complaints are quickly interrupted by a hand grabbing your hair by your scalp and pulling it, almost making you scream from overstimulation. āif you want me to stop just say the safeword baby.ā she mumbles against the shell of your ear, planting a soft kiss there. she completely pulled her dick out of you, rubbing the tip against your folds and sensitive clit. āif you say it i'll stop right now.ā
she waits for your response. you know that if you really said it she'd stop, she'd hold you and kiss your face until you fall asleep in her warm embrace. but you choose to stay silent, a whimper coming out your lips as you bury your face on the pillows again. a chuckle comes out kara's lips, letting go of your hair. āyea, that's what i thought.ā you didn't want her to stop at all.
she pushed her whole dick inside you again, making you bite the pillow to not let an primal scream out and bother your neighbors. she grabbed your hips and kept slamming it against hers, letting her own sounds bless your ears.
uncontrollable sobs escape from your mouth, and the orgasm that hit you was inevitable. you didn't even have strength to grab the sheets anymore, becoming completely limp on the bed, brain feeling like mush.
kara lets out a shaky breath, pulling her strap out and crawling to get closer to you. she gently turns you around, and the exhausted expression on your face made her heart thump inside her chest.
she caresses your face, covering your cheeks and nose with little kisses while you were still trying to catch your breath. āyou're so good to me.ā she grabs your shaky hand and kisses your palm, not taking her eyes off you. āi love you.ā you close your eyes, barely feeling anything down your waist. āyea no shit.ā you reply.
she laughs at your face, and you don't know if it makes you want to kiss her or push her off the bed.
āsince i'm a great girlfriend, this was the last one.ā she tells you, and, for a moment, the feeling of relief washes over your chest. ājust need to clean you up.ā
and when you realize what she just said and snap your eyes open, kara is already between your legs and giving your pussy a torturous lick. āgotta get my dessert, right?ā
this is actually really short and i wrote it at 1am so it sucks.... my bad ššš
Summary: Diana gets a little too curious one late night and ends up on a weird website
Word Count: 7.4k
Warnings: SMUT!!!, porn with plot, fluff, angst if you squint, fem!reader, marijuana usage by reader, online strangers to irl lovers, voyuerism, mutual masturbation, lesbian love and sex, reader is a pillow princess, Diana is a stone top, fingering, THE STRAP, faux!p in v, aftercare because ITS IMPORTANT AFTER ANY KIND OF SEX, and I think thatās it!
A/N: the worms in my head were telling me to write this so I had to please the worms also this is very self indulgent and I think you can tell I listen to poetry when I write also yes I know Dianaās identity as Wonder Woman is public but realistically I donāt think everyone knows her outside of being Wonder Woman
Diana swore it started off as pure curiosity. She swore it did. She was always curious about human culture and how it differed from the Amazonian culture on Themyscira. This intrigued however. It all started with an ad on a website. A website that certainly wasnāt safe but how would she have known that? She was simply just browsing around wanting to familiarize herself with the online human world.
An ad with bright colors that read: Watch our darling sweet girls have some fun!
Innocent enough it seemed with a picture of a woman on the side winking. There couldāve been a multitude of reasons why she could be winking. No nefarious intentions were clear to her it was just an ad in her head.
Diana did want to learn more about how human women had fun. She wanted to know and blend in. Maybe sheād find it all enjoyable.
Upon clicking on the ad she quickly realized how less than innocent it was. She might not be entirely familiar with the human world but that didnāt mean she was naive. She wasnāt naive to what she was seeing, she grew up on an island full of women. Multiple women in countless boxes on the screen pleasuring themselves. Some of it extreme with machines and some with big monstrous phallic looking object inserted inside themselves. It was all overwhelming from what Diana could see. It was these girls pleasuring themselves to the extreme. She scrolled down wanting to see if this was all it was cause if it was. It was the most confusing thing about human women. It was a little overwhelming she had to admit.
Thatās when she landed on the bottom of the page. Then she saw a small streamer at the bottom. Hardly any viewers barely above twenty. Seemed everyone liked the extreme on this sight. However this was anything but. The thumbnail of it was just a beautiful woman in a thin looking nightgown with a cheetah print. The camera was positioned in a way where you could see the lips down to the knees. Legs spread with a toy inside anyone could control. Also seeming to be playing a game.
Out of sheer curiosity she tried to click to enter the stream. Though it asked if she had an account or if she wanted to create one. She decided to create one, no harm in it. This was all for the sake of ridding herself of the questions in her head.
She entered her birthday which she changed the year to her human age. She entered her email and created a password. Now she was staring at the prompt on the screen asking her to create a username. She didnāt want anyone else to know she was looking at this even if she was curious.
In the end she chose her alias KnightEternal seemed to be ambiguous enough. Only certain people would know what that meant. Besides if anyone recognized theyād have to admit they were on this site too.
Finally she had an account, annoyingly enough she had to scroll back down and find the camgirl she was so interested in for how unique their stream looked. Entering the chat room she saw you.
What else could she say other than you were beautiful. You were delectable even. You were precious.
Just laying there playing what seemed to be a farming game. Little whimpers coming out of you anytime someone seemed to pay in tokens for them to pleasure you. You seemed to be having fun. Thatās what set you a part from all the world extremities on the website. You actually looked like you were having fun while being pleasured.
You seemed comfortable as well playing on your bed laying back on your pillows. Best way to describe your bed was possibly the word pink and in the best way like early 2000s trashy. Granted she couldnāt see much the sole focus was you and your absolutely perfect pussy in her opinion. It was glistening and a little puffy. Diana swore she mightāve fallen in love with just her first look at you. Your smile sent her showing your top teeth she saw that they had little gems. She saw stars and a heart maybe even like a snowflake. Your teeth were beautifully decorated.
You seemed to have your own little community within the chat room. One that you were comfortable with.
sku1lface: Bug have you tried Little Nightmares Three yet?
Your mouth seemed to drop in shock. āWait it came out already?ā Just as Diana thought your voice was as sweet as honey. Sweeter than any fruit from any tree. You also seemed to go by the alias Bug. āI completely forgot!ā You exclaimed as you paused your farming game. You grabbed your phone as well as a joint neatly rolled in pink rolling paper. It had already been lit but just barely. Almost like you had only just tried its potency. āNngh fuckā¦adding it to my wishlist now to buy it my next che-oh my god that feels good.ā You tried to finish your sentence but seemed that a user named pnkstrz tipped you in tokens to control the toy between your legs.
pnkstrz: Iām glad it feels good bug
div1ne: you know when she has the joint sheās about to be completely sensitive
GuacNRoll: ready to smoke with you Bug
bunnisin: pretty girl couldnāt even finish her sentence
zmbiegrl: I just got it and I cannot wait to play it!
angelsaintt: horny horror day soon?
Diana was intrigued by the system the website had. Youād purchase a certain amount of tokens to take control over that toy inside of you. Diana took note of the diverse audience you had but they were all ultimately here for one reason. To make you feel good. She wanted to make you feel good too. She felt like it was her duty to having to create an account to even be able to watch you. She wanted to do anything for you.
You resumed your little farming game after taking a hit of your joint before putting it down in your ashtray. āAs I was saying next check Iāll definitely get it and weāll do horny horror day soon.ā You told your audience with a grin showing off your tooth gems. It was one of the many ways you loved expressing yourself. You were more unique than other creators on the site who had their own little studio for their streams. Meanwhile you were a indie streamer who just remained on your bed playing games or touching yourself for your audience. Itās what you liked to do and if it helped pay the bills you were set.
You had different goals set up depending on how many tokens one was willing to give. The highest goal was twenty tokens for you to end the game and just touch yourself for the stream. Itās only happened a few times mainly your audience was happy to see you squirm in your bed. Plus you were playing Stardew Valley and wanted to improve your farm to the max. It sort of helped that it wasnāt often anyone gifted that many tokens.
A familiar sound came from your laptop where you were streaming yourself from was heard. Before you felt a good vibration pattern coming from your toy. This was actually perfect rhythm. Your walls clench around the toy and you just feel the increase of slick in between your thighs. āOhā¦oh my god.ā You whimpered closing your legs and squirming more than usual. Your lips parted panting heavily and letting out little whimpers. Once it ended you took a second to recover from that. You looked at your stream seeing who gifted you tokens for that blessing of a vibration. āKnightEternal youāre new to the stream first of all hello and welcome and that was the best pattern I have ever felt.ā You giggled spreading your legs again to give the audience what they want. āThank you for that.ā
KnightEternal: Youāre welcome darling, it was money well spent on you.
Seeing that made you smile more. Clearly someone had manners which was always nice to see and well appreciated. It was their first time here as well and the fact they spent money on you so easily it made your heart swell. Another person to add to your small community. Youād cherish them well.
To say Diana was now addicted that was an understatement. Thatās how it all began. She started to become a regular and your top fan on your streams. She started working her schedule around your streaming schedule which was easy to learn. You had your schedule posted on your page on the site. Diana had watched all your old streams and easily her hand would find its way down between her thighs. She got off on watching your pleasure and that smile. Your damned smile was just enough for her to even touch herself to you. She even bought toys and some things you had on a wishlist. It brought her immense joy to see you smile and open the gifts right up. Anything to see you smile with those little gems on your teeth.
Now she was watching your stream again, late at night. Just another night dedicated to you after a long day. Her fingers already teasing her clit seeing you. You were playing a horror game one she didnāt necessarily remember the name of but you were having fun. She knew you were a big fan of horror. She had bought you the mask of the fictional serial killer Ghostface. In which you dedicated a stream to that mask along with a black piece of lingerie. It was the only time you showed yourself full body with the mask. She wished she could see the rest of your face. She could imagine how darling it could be. She wanted to look you in the eyes while you were underneath her.
She was hopelessly devoted to you.
āI swear I say this every time guys but I hate being chased so much in horror games so this is about to get real unsexy really fast.ā You warned everyone in your chat room with a small laugh. A little nervous but overall it was a good laugh.
KnightEternal: I would protect you from such horrors if I could.
You seemed to brighten more seeing your knight in shining armor type in chat. They truly were because if you had anyone in the chat room be disrespectful theyād defend you. You came to expect KnightEternal to be here every chance they got. Which seemed to be all the time actually now that you thought about it but it was sweet nonetheless. Always charming and always had manners. Always thanking you at the end of your streams for yet another wonderful night.
āYouāre so sweet KnightEternal if I had you to protect me I think my life would be complete.ā You grinned showing off a new set of tooth gems that KnightEternal actually tipped enough for you to get a new set. This set would be minimal compared to the last one but no matter. On you she swore they sparkled more. It looked like you had a butterfly on your two front teeth meanwhile your other teeth decorated with regular circular gems and two hearts.
KnightEternal: Allow me to be your knight in your kingdom.
āWell I shall assign you as my royal knight then.ā You replied with a smile before yelping at being chased. The panic set in and you had sat up more your lips out of frame now. It was just your tits on full display now. At least the cleavage was being shown to your audience. āFuck fuck fuck!ā You panicked as your character ran down a hallway and ducked into an empty classroom. You put your hand on your chest pausing your game taking a second to control your breathing. āOh my god that whole chase scene just reminded me I wonāt be able to stream tomorrow night loves, Iām gonna be working a double and I will be too exhausted to stream.ā You explained to your audience with a pout. Itās not that you minded but you just knew youād be too exhausted to keep up with the chat room. Besides the extra money would be nice. Maybe sheād be able to splurge a little bit next check. You were thinking of taking a break from flower and getting some gummies instead. Itād be a little less of a hassle anyways. Especially with cleaning up after your streams.
GuacNRoll: itās okay more money for the herbs
zmbiegrl: youāll be missed Bug but we understand
pnkstrz: there goes my Saturday night plans
pnkstrz: make sure to take care of yourself first
Your community ever so understanding which you were forever grateful for them. Then you heard the familiar sound from your laptop. Looking down at it your eyes widened seeing KnightEternal tipped the twenty tokens to end the game and touch yourself for your audience.
KnightEternal: Would love for you to relax before such a long day tomorrow.
You swore your heart fluttered when you read what KnightEternal wrote. Always the biggest sweetheart. You couldnāt disappoint them now. Especially when theyāve spent so much money on you which you always thanked them for. Always sending them private videos or pictures never showing your face always your lips.
āKnightEternal thatās so generous of you, thank you so much. Is there anything special youād like me to do? Any toys you wanna see?ā You asked wanting to please them as much as you wanted to please yourself. You shut off the game in the meantime and the stream now showed you on full screen. Something that was rare but adored whenever you did.
KnightEternal: Anything that makes you feel good sweet angel. This is all about you.
Diana wanted you to touch yourself however you wanted. You were so precious and she wanted to know what exactly made you feel good. Just like how she was feeling. Her fingers were circling around her clit lying back on her bed. Her laptop on the side watching you intently. āMy sweet little doveā¦ā She breathed her slick coating her fingers wishing it was yours. She wanted to know what heaven tasted like. She just knew itād taste like you.
You stared at the message your heart fluttered again. The sweetness of that message. You could always count on KnightEternal to be so sweet. Always so attentive it almost made you feel like their girlfriend. āWell I donāt do it often on here, no one really requests it. But I like to hump my pillow most of the time even off stream.ā You brought up shyly hoping thatās what they wanted to see. Your cheeks becoming a little flushed and they felt a little heated. Most of the time the requests were penetrative, whether itād be your fingers or a dildo or some other toy. But what made you feel the most pleasurable was humping a pillow. It was your preference when touching yourself. It was less messy than fingering yourself or rubbing your clit.
KnightEternal: If thatās the most pleasurable to you, my sweet dove. Who am I to deny?
Itās like they knew what to say to you. They knew how to make your heart skip a beat with only their words. The butterflies started fluttering around in your stomach. It also turned you on that they wanted to see you get off and itād get them off. That was the hottest thing anyone could say to you. Maybe you liked KnightEternal more than you thought.
Though you knew better you separated your online life from your personal life.
You couldnāt get too attached, who knows one day maybe theyād grow tired of you. Shaking that thought out of your head grabbing your pillow. Right now was the time to be entertaining your audience not pitying yourself. That was for non-streaming nights.
You changed your positions and changed the angle of your laptop. You tried your best to show yourself with your face out of frame. It was hard to read the chat that way but luckily you had your phone to look at the chat room while you positioned yourself and the camera. You placed the pillow between your thighs already rubbing against your damp panties. You made sure to look at your laptop to look at yourself to make sure you felt good about how you looked on camera.
You started slow with rolling your hips on the pillow. āAhā¦ā You gasped like youād missed the feeling of something so simple. The simple art of humping your pillow. You rocked your hips against your pillow your clothed clit being rubbed against the pillow. Your hands grip the pillow tightly as you continue to rub your cunt against the pillow.
Diana sat back rubbing her own clit. Her fingers circling around her clit as she watched you grind against the pillow. She wished it was her thigh. The absolute craving she had for you and to grab your hips to move your hips against her thigh. She wanted you to make a wet spot on her thigh. She absolutely wanted to devour you until her name was the only thing you could remember. āMy sweet angel.ā She breathed watching you lost yourself. She saw the need in your hips like it was beckoning her to answer. Her fingers soon slipped inside of her. This just wasnāt enough she needed you and needed to make you feel good. She could hear your sweet little whimpers and moans wishing you were moaning her name. You were everything holy in her eyes.
āOh my god!ā You squeaked as you rocked your hips harder. You couldnāt help it. Your lips parted as your hips eagerly kept moving chasing that high. You glance at your chat room knowing theyād be praising you but thereās only one person you wanted to hear praise from.
KnightEternal: Go on sweet girl cum, feel good. You look so pretty every time you cum.
That was all you needed to read from them before you bucked your hips. Picking up the pace to chase your orgasm. They might have more of an effect on you than you initially thought. You flipped your head back to get some of your hair off your face. āIām gonnaā¦fuck Iām gonnaā¦ā You whimpered hunching forward and putting your weight down onto the pillow. Your hips kept going eagerly for that sensation that was building up in your abdomen to wash all over you.
KnightEternal: Little dove go on cum.
Next thing you knew you gasped feeling your wetness coat the pillow too. Even through your panties. You whimpered as she slowed the roll of your hips chasing that last bit of your orgasm. Letting out a small breath you looked back at your chat room. Praising you for doing a good job.
KnightEternal: You did so amazing darling, go on get some water and relax before you end tonight.
āWill do.ā You breathlessly giggled as you slipped off the pillow. Seeing that little wet spot you left you picked it up and showed it to the camera. Just a little tease and a little reward for them. Even though it was a reward to see you cum like that. You laughed before tossing it towards your hamper. Youād wash it later along with the lacy panties you were wearing. āSorry my loves one second I have to get some water.ā You told your audience with a smile toddling off to refill your big jug of water.
Diana watched the screen cleaning up her fingers from her own slick. She wished she had you to clean them up. She knew she could treat you so well. She wanted to pamper you and treasure you like some precious little thing she found.
āAlright my loves, I actually have to end stream because I didnāt realize how late it was. I will see you the night after tomorrow bye.ā You ended your stream shortly after you came back into view. You had given them a nice look at your cleavage as you ended stream. You smiled thinking back at the one person who always made the streams worth it. You wondered who KnightEternal was behind the screen. They didnāt give much away but were always so sweet and charitable.
In a tiny little cafe on the corner Diana walked in. It was a cafe she always passed by never thinking twice. However today was different. Something was beckoning her here. Besides why shouldnāt she give it a try? She wanted to try all the delicacies that humans could offer.
Upon walking in she realized it had a lot of pink tones. The menu was even pink with white letters. It was also cozy the music playing was almost comforting. Mostly women in here doing their own thing on their laptops or studying. Overall a nice ambience especially with the clientele it felt familiar in a way.
āNo I havenāt seen that movie yet itās going in my list though.ā A familiar voice pulled Diana out of her thoughts. She turned her head towards the hand off counter. She saw you and everything else seemed to disappear around you. Your smile, those tooth gems, the nails, and your hair no doubt it was you. Her sweet little angel laughing with a customer and chatting with them. You looked radiant in that pink apron. Stunning actually you almost took Dianeās breath away. āBlessing from Aphrodite.ā She whispered staring at you, you mustāve been a gift sent by the goddess of love.
āYou take care now alright?ā You laughed tapping the counter turning away from the customer. You went back to cleaning up the espresso bar.
Diana walked up to the counter where another employee stood with a smile. āHey, what can I get for you?ā He asked with a smile ready to tap her order in on the screen. Diana opened her mouth but her eyes landed on you again and you had walked up to stand next to your coworker. You had come up to see what she was ordering so you could start making it. āI would suggest the Wonder Woman special, it comes with an iced chocolate latte with strawberry foam on top with pomegranate syrup as well.ā Andy stated glancing back at you with a smile before looking back at Diana. āThis one actually came up with it.ā Andy chuckled pointing back at you, you just rolled your eyes. You just happened to know what flavors went well together, like lavender and lemon. āDonāt listen to him, he tries to embarrass me every chance he gets.ā You laughed patting Andyās back as you went back to wiping down counters. The sparkle of your tooth gems caught Dianaās eyes.
She snapped out of the trance you had her in and looked at Andy. āIāll take the Wonder Woman latte with that Beef Wagyu croissant.ā Diana informed the young man who nodded typing down the order. Upon hearing the order you immediately began making Dianaās drink with practiced swiftness. You looked so beautiful being so concentrated on making her drink. She could only imagine how youād look making her cup of coffee in the morning. If thatās how you looked when you concentrate she wanted to keep you busy even with a simple puzzle. āWeāll have that right out for you, is there a name or like a nickname youād like to put?ā Andy asked looking back up at Diana. This could be the opportunity to make you know it was her. To let you know that she was your knight. She was your knight ready to come home to her queen. āYou can put it under Knight Eternal.ā Diana gave the alias that made you stop.
Hearing the alias made you freeze, causing you to almost drop the drink. Your eyes widened and you looked over at the woman at the register. There was absolutely no way that the person you thought about on a daily basis was here. How could she know? You purposely took down pictures of yourself whenever you streamed. Which was only a few with your family but still. Stripped anything identifying about you to not encounter any possible stalkers. You even had a VPN and your tech savvy friend made sure you couldnāt be tracked. Hell even if you did show your face you wore a mask. The pace of your heart started to pick up as you snapped out of it returning to making her drink. You didnāt want to confront her but you felt you had to. You didnāt want a stalker situation that was scary but youād handle this. You got this, you were a big girl.
Diana noted the effect hearing her username had on you. To see you freeze then go back to finishing her drink. It worried her that she unintentionally hurt you. She would never want to cause any harm to you. You were precious in her eyes.
You set the drink and the croissant down on the handoff counter. āKnight Eternal.ā You called out the name seeing the woman walk over and stood there in front of the counter. You stared up at her, a little nervous. You had never confronted anyone about them knowing about your side gig. Your tech savvy friend only knew because you needed help. That was the extent of people who you knew in real life knew about your side gig. You glanced at Andy making sure he was busy or even with you on the floor. He was far enough checking the pastries being made. Looking back at the woman you noticed the look in her eyes. It wasnāt malicious, they were soft and kind. āYou know meā¦you know aboutā¦ā You eluded to your online persona. She nodded with a soft smile that paired well those gentle eyes of hers. āHow?ā You asked finding a little more confidence. You had to know you wanted to know if your safety was compromised. āYour beautiful little gems.ā She answered gesturing to her own teeth to give you a hint. Touching your fingers to your lips realizing that your tooth gems gave you away. In a sense it was relieving to hear that your safety wasnāt compromised. It was just your unique sense of beauty that gave you away.
āTrust me when I say it was a surprise to see you instead of on my laptop and now I know what heaven looks like.ā Diana confessed seeing the warmth return to your cheeks was a sight. Especially in person it was a privilege she was graced with and it was a delight. You really were beautiful. āIām Diana Prince, I must say itās an honor and a pleasure to meet you.ā Diana introduced herself wanting to hear her actual name come from your lips. āDianaā¦ā You echoed finally being able to put a face and real name to your KnightEternal that you knew. It made so much sense now that you knew your knight was a woman. It was also hotter. āWell my name isnāt Bug.ā You giggled as you pointed to your name tag. She repeated your name like it was something holy she was blessed with. Like it was something sacred she must keep safe and she will. āItās really delightful to meet you too and to know youāre not like a stalker or anything.ā You joked a little nervous to say the word stalker. You wanted to gauge her reaction to such a word. āOf course not my sweet angel, I would never want to bring you ill will or cause harm to you.ā Diana reassured you, hearing her call you her sweet angel in person. It was possibly one of the sweetest things youāve ever heard come from her. It was also pretty hot you wouldnāt deny that. Youād always been more into women anyways.
āLike I told our friends, I am gonna be pulling a double today butā¦I wouldnāt be opposed to spending some special time with you.ā You mentioned as you twirled your finger on the counter. Dianaās sweet smile turned into a smirk. She knew to read in between the lines. āI will take care of you and cherish you the way you deserve.ā Diana promised giving you a wink which just made your face heat up again. You never got flustered like this but with her, she knew she could make you bashful. It was like a reward for all those little times she spent money on you that you completely deserved.
Thatās how you ended up back at your apartment with Diana at the end of your shift. As soon as you let her into your apartment her lips were on yours. Like she was completely starving for you. You returned the kiss with a little quirk of a smile. Her hands on your hips pulling you closer while you closed the front door with your foot. Why bother to lock it when you had a beautiful strong woman in your home? Diana pulled away resting her forehead against yours. āForgive me my darling I simply got too excited.ā Diana apologized even though the look on her face said completely different. She wasnāt sorry but she didnāt want to rush you. She wanted to take her time with you and maybe show you she was the best lover you could have. After all she grew on an island of only women.
āItās okay Iām excited too.ā You admitted with a breathy little laugh. You grab her hands and take her to your bedroom. Sheād only seen a portion of it. Now seeing it she couldnāt help but find you more adorable. You toddled off to your closet pulling out your box of toys. Your collection that had grown a lot since you started streaming. Diana stepped closer to you putting a hand on the small of your back. Her eyes looking over every toy. There was really only one she was interested in. She picked up the dildo with an attached harness to it. Sheād never seen you use it but you had a tip tier for it.
Next thing you knew Diana was on top of you on your bed. Her lips on yours again while her hands were on your hips. Your hands cradling her face while she made out with you. The kisses slowly grew heated her hands beginning to roam underneath your shirt. Every brush of her fingers against your skin felt like electricity, it felt like you were coming alive. She was touching you like you were a holy relic that needed to be handled with care.
Her hands began to move upwards grabbing at your breasts in her strong hands beginning to fondle them. A little noise came from you, a noise of pleasure and maybe a little surprise. You had been so invested in this make out session you almost forgot why you invited her here in the first place. Pulling away from the kiss but remaining close enough to allow her lips to brush against yours. āIām sorry little one, I donāt know if I can allow myself to hold back anymore.ā She whispered against your lips. āPlease.ā You whispered wanting to feel her lips on yours again. Hearing your plea her lips were on yours again, a little rougher but nothing painful.
One of her hands that was underneath your shirt began to move down. Leaving a shivering touch as her finger trailed down finding the button of your jeans. Her hand slipped past the hem and inside, her fingers found your clothed cunt. It was already wet like youād been eager for this and she knows you were. The way you arched into her and gave into her touch, she took that as permission. Her fingers began to rub around your clothed clit in circular motions. Her lips slowly trailed down from your lips, to your jaw, and then finally to your neck. āDianaā¦ā You breathed her name as you gripped her shirt near her shoulders. You could feel your body start to heat up at Dianaās fingers teasing your pussy. It was aching but you knew Diana would please you, she always had on your streams. It was time for her to prove herself to you.
She was sucking your neck wanting to mark and claim you as hers. Sheād make you hers, you were her queen. She wanted those who watched your streams to know who you belonged to. You would belong to Diana of Themyscira and she would belong to you. Her fingers stopped the circular motions around your clit before she began to rub up and down. Your panties becoming more wet because of your growing arousal. Hearing her name come from her lips being the only one uttered right now, it was definitely a blessing.
Her fingers slipped your panties to the side. Coating her fingers in your slick as she began to rub your aching cunt. āOh my dove, youāre dripping for me.ā Diana cooed lifting her head as she did so you tugged off your jeans. You wanted to show yourself off to her. Diana helped you with her free hand and seeing your dripping cunt while her fingers continued to please you. āMmm Diana.ā You whined feeling her fingers slip inside past your wet folds. Her thumb circling around your clit. If this is what heaven felt like because you were in pure delight. Your hands gripping her shoulders not to stop her but to find some grounding. āYouāre so beautiful, I bet my pretty girl feels so good.ā Diana praised as she heard your little whimpers while her fingers slipped in and out of you. āI do.ā You nodded your head biting your lip.
Diana started to kiss you again before trailing her kisses downwards. From your lips to your cheek then to your jaw down to your neck. Her kisses went lower than that from your clothed chest to your covered stomach and now she was low enough to see her fingers moving in and out of you. You never thought youād ever be fingered so good. It was like she knew your body inside and out. Her eyes went back to your face. āMay I have a taste?ā She asked her eyes full of eagerness to please you and taste you. She slipped her fingers out of you then put her fingers in her mouth. She got a taste of you and she definitely was going to be addicted to you. āYes.ā You responded matching her eagerness. She immediately began to tug off your panties and the rest of your jeans. She tossed them somewhere in your room, itād be cleaned up later.
She changed her position and grabbed your legs putting them over her shoulders while she laid down on her stomach. You had a big bed and thankfully Diana didnāt need to get into a weird position. Her hands gripped your thighs then she completely buried her face into your cunt. It caused a whine to come from you as you felt her tongue. Your back arched the bed slightly. Her tongue went flat and began to lap at your aroused pussy. āDianaā¦ā You moaned as you gripped the sheets underneath you. It was like she was making out with your pussy. Her tongue licking up all of your arousal. Her hands were gently wrapped around your thighs. āThatās so good.ā You moaned as you tugged at your shirt before realizing you wanted it off. It was a little hard to focus on doing so because Dianaās tongue slipped into you shortly after and that was pure ecstasy.
Diana absolutely loved to the taste of you. Like you were the divine nectar from a tree she was meant to drink. She didnāt even notice you slip off your shirt and your bra. Her eyes were closed enjoying every little sound that came out of you. Enjoying the shiver of your body and now with your fingers in her hair. Softly tugging at her curls and your head tilted back. āJust like that.ā You whimpered your thighs squeezing around her head just a little bit before her hands spread them a little further. Her tongue continuing to fuck you and you never imagined how good itād feel.
Diana couldnāt simply get enough of you, you donāt recall how many times youāve cum on her tongue. Your wetness was dripping off her chin by now. She didnāt care if anything to was an honor to make you feel this good. She kept telling herself she was preparing you for the strap on. Though hearing your babbling instead of coherent words made her believe she should fuck you soon. Your brain had definitely stopped working by theā¦fifth orgasm? You couldnāt remember.
āJust one more for me okay sweet girl just one more and Iāll give you a lovely reward.ā Diana mumbled against your cunt that was extremely sensitive. Even her breath that brushed against it made you twitch. āMhmm.ā Was all you could muster or even think of uttering. Your vocabulary was nonexistent thanks to Dianaās tongue. She was skilled with it. She removed her hand from your thigh suddenly missing her warmth there. You whined at that making her chuckle then she used her thumb to rub your clit and her tongue went back inside of you. You swore you were seeing stars once her thumb rubbed circles around your clit and Diana tongue fucking you. She wanted you to cum so she could finally claim you and claim that sweet cunt if she hadnāt already. She definitely had claimed it for herself and you didnāt want to let her go. Feeling that familiar heat building up in your abdomen made you squirm which you had done previous times. It was a signal that you were getting close which was easy with how sensitive you were. āFuck!ā You squeaked feeling a warm feel of ecstasy come over you as you came all over Dianaās tongue again. Lifting her head from your sensitive cunt she stared at you with hunger in her eyes. Seeing you so sensitive clutching at anything you could to come down from your orgasm. You were still her beautiful princess and she was completely head over heels.
She reached over to where sheād left the strap earlier. She began to buckle it on giving you a chance to come back down to earth as she did so. āStill with me my precious dove?ā Diana asked softly glancing at you. āMhm.ā You nodded putting a hand on your head breathing heavily. You were trying to calm yourself down but the ache and need to feel Dianaās tongue on your cunt again was growing. You were definitely addicted to her.
Diana didnāt use lube or her spit to coat the dildo. She used her hand to wipe her chin that was coated with your arousal and rubbed it on the dildo. You were sure that was the hottest thing you had ever seen. She hovered over you slotting her body in between your legs. āIām gonna start slow okay my darling?ā Diana informed you which you nodded already wanting to feel her inside of you. She lined her hips with yours slowly but surely you felt the dildo start to slip inside of you. Where her tongue had once been. You threw your head back immediately grabbing onto Dianaās shoulders. Digging your nails deep into your skin. āHoly fā¦Diana.ā You whimpered feeling her slip inside every inch of it. It felt like it would go on forever until you felt Dianaās skin against yours. Every inch of the strap was now inside of her. Diana made sure you got used to this length before she moved her hips. She placed a hand on your cheek. āJust say when my angel.ā She cooed looking at your face. Her eyes full of adoration and love also with lust but you were ultimate priority right now. You nodded though wanting her to move. āYou can move.ā You mumbled gripping her shoulders tightly. She kissed your forehead before her hips started to move slowly. The little noises you made because of it was so addictive. Her hips kept rocking into you at a slow speed.
Thatās how it was for a while and it felt good but you wanted Diana to go a little faster. She seemed to sense that which caused her position to shift. She was on her knees now more so tucked beneath you. Her hands moved to the sides of your head as she lowered herself. Tucking her head into her shoulder like a switch in her head she began to piston her hips inside of you. You swore you saw heaven you thought you did earlier but you swore you saw god. āAh!ā You exclaimed as you wrapped her arms around Dianaās shoulders. Burying your face in her neck. You could hear how wet you were. The sounds of sex filling the room and the sounds of skin slapping. Your moans as well filled the room as it usually did. āThatās a good girl, my good girl.ā Diana cooed hearing your sweet moans like a symphony in her ears. Her legs immediately wrapped around her waist not wanting her to pull out. You wanted to be the first to be impregnated by the strap and you knew Diana would do anything to make it happen. āFeel sāgood.ā You moaned your words already merging together. Your brain becoming mush again while the dildo pumped inside of you.
Hearing the wetness forming on the dildo. Diana looked down seeing you were creaming around the faux cock inside of you. It was such a beautiful sight and she went back to burying her head in your neck. Her thrusts then turned animalistic wanting to hear those squeals and your whining. āYou can take it canāt you my little angel?ā Diana asked with a smirk hearing your whine in response. She knew youād stop her if you werenāt feeling good. Instead you clung to her and held onto her for dear life moaning her name. Her name being the only thing you could remember and you werenāt complaining.
Diana didnāt go past three orgasms with you and the strap. She knew you could handle more but she didnāt want to do too much. Allowing you one last orgasm you were breathing heavily and mumbling. You were definitely brain dead from good sex. You wanted her and needed her. Diana slipped the faux cock out of you. āYou did amazing my angel.ā Diana praised pressing little kisses all over your face. You smiled feeling her kisses all over your face. You felt like you did good despite not doing much. However it was enough for Diana. Diana picked you up being extremely careful. She took you to the bathroom sitting you down on the toilet. She began to draw you a bath. You watched how loving she could be and how attentive she was in giving you the best aftercare youāve ever experienced. Once she was satisfied with the water level she picked you up and put you in. āJust lay there angel enjoy the water soothing your beautiful limbs.ā Diana cooed as she began to wash your body. She was so gentle and caring. You were falling and falling hard.
She kissed your head before she began to wash your hair. āThat wouldāve been a good stream.ā You commented making Diana laugh and nod as she scrubbed your scalp. āIt definitely wouldāve been hours and hours of content for our friends.ā Diana added making you smile. You would love to show how good Diana fucks you to your audience but you wanted to keep her for yourself. She was going to be yours. āLet me get you some nourishment my dove.ā Diana informed you after she rinsed your hair. She stood up and you noted she still that the strap buckled on. That made you giggle that she was walking around your apartment like that. Diana came back with a small serving of tater tots she quickly heated up in your air fryer and a bottle of water. āYouāre my girlfriend now.ā You declared before biting the tater tot she was offering you. Dianaās eyebrows raised and her eyes slightly widened. She didnāt think she made love to you that good. āIf thatās what you wish my sweet dove, who am I to deny you?ā Diana replied with a sweet smile.
A/N: hey little lambs Merry Chrysler this is your gift from your fav lesbian to you! I hope you guys enjoy it I hope I did good! Iām not the best writer but I tried! Anyways love you all and see you all in my videos or the next fic I write! Byeeeee!
primal play in the woods with bella cullen who has an obvious advantage and could tackle you down to the ground without moving a finger but doesn't because she gets off on hearing the desperate thumping of your heart inside your ribcage, the sound of your giggles through the pants as you try to run and hide from her, pumped full of adrenaline, not knowing she's always lurking and a few meters ahead of you.
Weāve got enough struggle fics, can we produce love please?
hai, you definitely donāt know me, but this is my secondary account. On my primary account, Iāve been partaking in a social experiment where I over exaggerate the stereotypes Iāve seen in all of the black!reader fics. It has been very interesting to see people get mad when I always sort of debrief at the bottom of my page and always say something sarcastic like āthis is EXACTLY what black reader wantsā¦ā I would love to see the anger they give me and my friend who also partakes in this experiment reciprocated on the post that glorify the stereotypes, but everyone seems to go silent until itās blatantly obvious itās not right.
For example, a lot of the posts I do involve making black!reader a baby momma BECAUSE it seems like every black!reader fic Iāve seen (and itās not even limited to fiction, in real life too) black women are always painted as some sort of baby momma who is ghetto. Thereās almost always never any black!reader whoās awkward coded like myself in real life, no black!reader whoās maybe a queer black man, no black!reader who has the same regular interests as any other normal y/n character because itās always about breeding and leaving. I also notice how in the smut (or pornography), itās always about beating the pussy up. Itās SO rare to find a tender smut fic or a tender xxx because the ones that are tender have some sort of bogus caption that makes it ungoonable such as captions like ādaddy had to take care of his babyās psyā āshe wanted this big black cockā āI had to breed her real quickā itās bullshit and itās so disgusting!
I canāt tell if the writer is white or not because most fics, black!reader is limited to having box braids, silk presses, or buss down wigs. Thatās great if that represents you, but I fail to see fics that glorify the crown that is your Afroā¦or to just be neutral and say ānatural hairā. Again, Iām definitely not bashing the use of describing black!reader to have braids because I lovee getting braids, but Iām saying weāve got to extend beyond that stereotype. While on the topic of stereotypes, I also over exaggerate black!reader being thick in my fics because again, thatās the stereotype I always see. The fics always describe our butts as āvoluptuousā our thighs as āhugeā or our tummies as āsquishyā. Why canāt we just be excellent? Also, not all black!readers..are THICK! I myself am not thickā¦I have a NORMAL size ass and a skinty bod. But thatās almost never represented.
Black reader deserves the same hobbies that regular, white y/n has. āY/N is the real Barbieā but whereās the black Barbieās that actually do something other than clubbing, partying, drinking, smoking, etc. If you do these things, perfectā¦youāve got your representation. But whereās the black!readers who play instruments, sing, draw, dance, work out, do SOMETHING than just being sedentary to become some Asian manās baby mother.
You know, I actually just wish black!reader wouldnāt be so stereotypical. I wish black!reader would A. Correctly use AAVE just so we can have THAT as something relatable B. The words to describe her wouldnāt be leaning towards one stereotype thatās been passed down generations after generations C. RECEIVE TENDER LOVE AND NOT JUST ROUGH SEX and oh my gosh how can I forget D. Having an Asian man call her ma. Where did this come from? Why is an Asian man calling me ma/mama just because Iām black? Why canāt I be called baby, darling, sweetheart, literally all the other things that yt readers are called. It just seems like weāre limited to ma which also ties into the neeeddddd for more tender love. So, nonetheless I will still be continuing my social experiment. My friend and I have recently had threats to ban us from the platform because of the over exaggeration we doā¦and donāt get me wrong, we tend to go pretty extreme. but through this, we hope to make everyone more aware of the bullshit so we can look out for other fics that are just so fucking stereotypical and through our fics, yes, I definitely agree you should see the bullshit, get angry, and start to curate more loving fics. Some may not agree with this method, but honestly we just do it to make each other giggle with our stupidity.
Point me to the GOOD black!reader blogs and Iāll love you forever.
The fact that they were able to do this and no one bat an eye ot anything shows that this is normalized in the black fanfic community š not to mention the amount of Fairfax I've seen where none poc characters are using the n word is crazy to me like why is Eren from attack on Titan calling reader "Ma" and saying the N word it's like a fetish
have we seen any black writers do this?? genuinely asking bc 99.99999% of the time w post like these they like to claim itās black writers doing this foolishness
I feel like I have for example a few months ago I saw this fanfic about yk soft black reader but later in the story she let the dude (which I'm pretty sure is a real person it was like this white boy were dreads I guess he's in a band or whatever) turn her into a weed smoker and became like a dug seller and at the end reader said some dumb stuff like soft life is it for me that's the stuff I'm talking about specifically when I reblog stuff like this and it's really no hate to the writers who write like this it's just it seems very micro aggressive
i understand yāalls frustration, but i think itās very important we call out these ppl specifically bc it gives black writers a bad rep bc and puts us all in a box we donāt belong in. when i mentioned a repetitive post i was talking about OP mostly bc there are absolutely fics on here where reader is black and she is a cherished, loved, soft spoken girlie who gets made love to, doesnāt smoke, AND her curls do get mentioned!! ive seen someone already gave them some recommendations so i do hope they find what they were looking for
I definitely agree with you most of the time I just block those types of fanfic or just ignore them I don't really be calling them specifically but I will definitely start doing it because it really does give black riders a bad rep
thank you my honey for taking the time to understand!! i do hope you never see those offensive fics again, and iām sorry you had to see one in the first placeāhappy reading!!
Weāve got enough struggle fics, can we produce love please?
hai, you definitely donāt know me, but this is my secondary account. On my primary account, Iāve been partaking in a social experiment where I over exaggerate the stereotypes Iāve seen in all of the black!reader fics. It has been very interesting to see people get mad when I always sort of debrief at the bottom of my page and always say something sarcastic like āthis is EXACTLY what black reader wantsā¦ā I would love to see the anger they give me and my friend who also partakes in this experiment reciprocated on the post that glorify the stereotypes, but everyone seems to go silent until itās blatantly obvious itās not right.
For example, a lot of the posts I do involve making black!reader a baby momma BECAUSE it seems like every black!reader fic Iāve seen (and itās not even limited to fiction, in real life too) black women are always painted as some sort of baby momma who is ghetto. Thereās almost always never any black!reader whoās awkward coded like myself in real life, no black!reader whoās maybe a queer black man, no black!reader who has the same regular interests as any other normal y/n character because itās always about breeding and leaving. I also notice how in the smut (or pornography), itās always about beating the pussy up. Itās SO rare to find a tender smut fic or a tender xxx because the ones that are tender have some sort of bogus caption that makes it ungoonable such as captions like ādaddy had to take care of his babyās psyā āshe wanted this big black cockā āI had to breed her real quickā itās bullshit and itās so disgusting!
I canāt tell if the writer is white or not because most fics, black!reader is limited to having box braids, silk presses, or buss down wigs. Thatās great if that represents you, but I fail to see fics that glorify the crown that is your Afroā¦or to just be neutral and say ānatural hairā. Again, Iām definitely not bashing the use of describing black!reader to have braids because I lovee getting braids, but Iām saying weāve got to extend beyond that stereotype. While on the topic of stereotypes, I also over exaggerate black!reader being thick in my fics because again, thatās the stereotype I always see. The fics always describe our butts as āvoluptuousā our thighs as āhugeā or our tummies as āsquishyā. Why canāt we just be excellent? Also, not all black!readers..are THICK! I myself am not thickā¦I have a NORMAL size ass and a skinty bod. But thatās almost never represented.
Black reader deserves the same hobbies that regular, white y/n has. āY/N is the real Barbieā but whereās the black Barbieās that actually do something other than clubbing, partying, drinking, smoking, etc. If you do these things, perfectā¦youāve got your representation. But whereās the black!readers who play instruments, sing, draw, dance, work out, do SOMETHING than just being sedentary to become some Asian manās baby mother.
You know, I actually just wish black!reader wouldnāt be so stereotypical. I wish black!reader would A. Correctly use AAVE just so we can have THAT as something relatable B. The words to describe her wouldnāt be leaning towards one stereotype thatās been passed down generations after generations C. RECEIVE TENDER LOVE AND NOT JUST ROUGH SEX and oh my gosh how can I forget D. Having an Asian man call her ma. Where did this come from? Why is an Asian man calling me ma/mama just because Iām black? Why canāt I be called baby, darling, sweetheart, literally all the other things that yt readers are called. It just seems like weāre limited to ma which also ties into the neeeddddd for more tender love. So, nonetheless I will still be continuing my social experiment. My friend and I have recently had threats to ban us from the platform because of the over exaggeration we doā¦and donāt get me wrong, we tend to go pretty extreme. but through this, we hope to make everyone more aware of the bullshit so we can look out for other fics that are just so fucking stereotypical and through our fics, yes, I definitely agree you should see the bullshit, get angry, and start to curate more loving fics. Some may not agree with this method, but honestly we just do it to make each other giggle with our stupidity.
Point me to the GOOD black!reader blogs and Iāll love you forever.
The fact that they were able to do this and no one bat an eye ot anything shows that this is normalized in the black fanfic community š not to mention the amount of Fairfax I've seen where none poc characters are using the n word is crazy to me like why is Eren from attack on Titan calling reader "Ma" and saying the N word it's like a fetish
have we seen any black writers do this?? genuinely asking bc 99.99999% of the time w post like these they like to claim itās black writers doing this foolishness
I feel like I have for example a few months ago I saw this fanfic about yk soft black reader but later in the story she let the dude (which I'm pretty sure is a real person it was like this white boy were dreads I guess he's in a band or whatever) turn her into a weed smoker and became like a dug seller and at the end reader said some dumb stuff like soft life is it for me that's the stuff I'm talking about specifically when I reblog stuff like this and it's really no hate to the writers who write like this it's just it seems very micro aggressive
i understand yāalls frustration, but i think itās very important we call out these ppl specifically bc it gives black writers a bad rep bc and puts us all in a box we donāt belong in. when i mentioned a repetitive post i was talking about OP mostly bc there are absolutely fics on here where reader is black and she is a cherished, loved, soft spoken girlie who gets made love to, doesnāt smoke, AND her curls do get mentioned!! ive seen someone already gave them some recommendations so i do hope they find what they were looking for
I definitely agree with you most of the time I just block those types of fanfic or just ignore them I don't really be calling them specifically but I will definitely start doing it because it really does give black riders a bad rep
Weāve got enough struggle fics, can we produce love please?
hai, you definitely donāt know me, but this is my secondary account. On my primary account, Iāve been partaking in a social experiment where I over exaggerate the stereotypes Iāve seen in all of the black!reader fics. It has been very interesting to see people get mad when I always sort of debrief at the bottom of my page and always say something sarcastic like āthis is EXACTLY what black reader wantsā¦ā I would love to see the anger they give me and my friend who also partakes in this experiment reciprocated on the post that glorify the stereotypes, but everyone seems to go silent until itās blatantly obvious itās not right.
For example, a lot of the posts I do involve making black!reader a baby momma BECAUSE it seems like every black!reader fic Iāve seen (and itās not even limited to fiction, in real life too) black women are always painted as some sort of baby momma who is ghetto. Thereās almost always never any black!reader whoās awkward coded like myself in real life, no black!reader whoās maybe a queer black man, no black!reader who has the same regular interests as any other normal y/n character because itās always about breeding and leaving. I also notice how in the smut (or pornography), itās always about beating the pussy up. Itās SO rare to find a tender smut fic or a tender xxx because the ones that are tender have some sort of bogus caption that makes it ungoonable such as captions like ādaddy had to take care of his babyās psyā āshe wanted this big black cockā āI had to breed her real quickā itās bullshit and itās so disgusting!
I canāt tell if the writer is white or not because most fics, black!reader is limited to having box braids, silk presses, or buss down wigs. Thatās great if that represents you, but I fail to see fics that glorify the crown that is your Afroā¦or to just be neutral and say ānatural hairā. Again, Iām definitely not bashing the use of describing black!reader to have braids because I lovee getting braids, but Iām saying weāve got to extend beyond that stereotype. While on the topic of stereotypes, I also over exaggerate black!reader being thick in my fics because again, thatās the stereotype I always see. The fics always describe our butts as āvoluptuousā our thighs as āhugeā or our tummies as āsquishyā. Why canāt we just be excellent? Also, not all black!readers..are THICK! I myself am not thickā¦I have a NORMAL size ass and a skinty bod. But thatās almost never represented.
Black reader deserves the same hobbies that regular, white y/n has. āY/N is the real Barbieā but whereās the black Barbieās that actually do something other than clubbing, partying, drinking, smoking, etc. If you do these things, perfectā¦youāve got your representation. But whereās the black!readers who play instruments, sing, draw, dance, work out, do SOMETHING than just being sedentary to become some Asian manās baby mother.
You know, I actually just wish black!reader wouldnāt be so stereotypical. I wish black!reader would A. Correctly use AAVE just so we can have THAT as something relatable B. The words to describe her wouldnāt be leaning towards one stereotype thatās been passed down generations after generations C. RECEIVE TENDER LOVE AND NOT JUST ROUGH SEX and oh my gosh how can I forget D. Having an Asian man call her ma. Where did this come from? Why is an Asian man calling me ma/mama just because Iām black? Why canāt I be called baby, darling, sweetheart, literally all the other things that yt readers are called. It just seems like weāre limited to ma which also ties into the neeeddddd for more tender love. So, nonetheless I will still be continuing my social experiment. My friend and I have recently had threats to ban us from the platform because of the over exaggeration we doā¦and donāt get me wrong, we tend to go pretty extreme. but through this, we hope to make everyone more aware of the bullshit so we can look out for other fics that are just so fucking stereotypical and through our fics, yes, I definitely agree you should see the bullshit, get angry, and start to curate more loving fics. Some may not agree with this method, but honestly we just do it to make each other giggle with our stupidity.
Point me to the GOOD black!reader blogs and Iāll love you forever.
The fact that they were able to do this and no one bat an eye ot anything shows that this is normalized in the black fanfic community š not to mention the amount of Fairfax I've seen where none poc characters are using the n word is crazy to me like why is Eren from attack on Titan calling reader "Ma" and saying the N word it's like a fetish
have we seen any black writers do this?? genuinely asking bc 99.99999% of the time w post like these they like to claim itās black writers doing this foolishness
Then like even when black riders do do stuff like this and makes the whole fic based off black people stereotypical to me it's just weird because it's like a fetish why is the Asian dude calling his black girlfriend a nigga that's not normal especially when the character is know for being sweet
Weāve got enough struggle fics, can we produce love please?
hai, you definitely donāt know me, but this is my secondary account. On my primary account, Iāve been partaking in a social experiment where I over exaggerate the stereotypes Iāve seen in all of the black!reader fics. It has been very interesting to see people get mad when I always sort of debrief at the bottom of my page and always say something sarcastic like āthis is EXACTLY what black reader wantsā¦ā I would love to see the anger they give me and my friend who also partakes in this experiment reciprocated on the post that glorify the stereotypes, but everyone seems to go silent until itās blatantly obvious itās not right.
For example, a lot of the posts I do involve making black!reader a baby momma BECAUSE it seems like every black!reader fic Iāve seen (and itās not even limited to fiction, in real life too) black women are always painted as some sort of baby momma who is ghetto. Thereās almost always never any black!reader whoās awkward coded like myself in real life, no black!reader whoās maybe a queer black man, no black!reader who has the same regular interests as any other normal y/n character because itās always about breeding and leaving. I also notice how in the smut (or pornography), itās always about beating the pussy up. Itās SO rare to find a tender smut fic or a tender xxx because the ones that are tender have some sort of bogus caption that makes it ungoonable such as captions like ādaddy had to take care of his babyās psyā āshe wanted this big black cockā āI had to breed her real quickā itās bullshit and itās so disgusting!
I canāt tell if the writer is white or not because most fics, black!reader is limited to having box braids, silk presses, or buss down wigs. Thatās great if that represents you, but I fail to see fics that glorify the crown that is your Afroā¦or to just be neutral and say ānatural hairā. Again, Iām definitely not bashing the use of describing black!reader to have braids because I lovee getting braids, but Iām saying weāve got to extend beyond that stereotype. While on the topic of stereotypes, I also over exaggerate black!reader being thick in my fics because again, thatās the stereotype I always see. The fics always describe our butts as āvoluptuousā our thighs as āhugeā or our tummies as āsquishyā. Why canāt we just be excellent? Also, not all black!readers..are THICK! I myself am not thickā¦I have a NORMAL size ass and a skinty bod. But thatās almost never represented.
Black reader deserves the same hobbies that regular, white y/n has. āY/N is the real Barbieā but whereās the black Barbieās that actually do something other than clubbing, partying, drinking, smoking, etc. If you do these things, perfectā¦youāve got your representation. But whereās the black!readers who play instruments, sing, draw, dance, work out, do SOMETHING than just being sedentary to become some Asian manās baby mother.
You know, I actually just wish black!reader wouldnāt be so stereotypical. I wish black!reader would A. Correctly use AAVE just so we can have THAT as something relatable B. The words to describe her wouldnāt be leaning towards one stereotype thatās been passed down generations after generations C. RECEIVE TENDER LOVE AND NOT JUST ROUGH SEX and oh my gosh how can I forget D. Having an Asian man call her ma. Where did this come from? Why is an Asian man calling me ma/mama just because Iām black? Why canāt I be called baby, darling, sweetheart, literally all the other things that yt readers are called. It just seems like weāre limited to ma which also ties into the neeeddddd for more tender love. So, nonetheless I will still be continuing my social experiment. My friend and I have recently had threats to ban us from the platform because of the over exaggeration we doā¦and donāt get me wrong, we tend to go pretty extreme. but through this, we hope to make everyone more aware of the bullshit so we can look out for other fics that are just so fucking stereotypical and through our fics, yes, I definitely agree you should see the bullshit, get angry, and start to curate more loving fics. Some may not agree with this method, but honestly we just do it to make each other giggle with our stupidity.
Point me to the GOOD black!reader blogs and Iāll love you forever.
The fact that they were able to do this and no one bat an eye ot anything shows that this is normalized in the black fanfic community š not to mention the amount of Fairfax I've seen where none poc characters are using the n word is crazy to me like why is Eren from attack on Titan calling reader "Ma" and saying the N word it's like a fetish
have we seen any black writers do this?? genuinely asking bc 99.99999% of the time w post like these they like to claim itās black writers doing this foolishness
I feel like I have for example a few months ago I saw this fanfic about yk soft black reader but later in the story she let the dude (which I'm pretty sure is a real person it was like this white boy were dreads I guess he's in a band or whatever) turn her into a weed smoker and became like a dug seller and at the end reader said some dumb stuff like soft life is it for me that's the stuff I'm talking about specifically when I reblog stuff like this and it's really no hate to the writers who write like this it's just it seems very micro aggressive
Weāve got enough struggle fics, can we produce love please?
hai, you definitely donāt know me, but this is my secondary account. On my primary account, Iāve been partaking in a social experiment where I over exaggerate the stereotypes Iāve seen in all of the black!reader fics. It has been very interesting to see people get mad when I always sort of debrief at the bottom of my page and always say something sarcastic like āthis is EXACTLY what black reader wantsā¦ā I would love to see the anger they give me and my friend who also partakes in this experiment reciprocated on the post that glorify the stereotypes, but everyone seems to go silent until itās blatantly obvious itās not right.
For example, a lot of the posts I do involve making black!reader a baby momma BECAUSE it seems like every black!reader fic Iāve seen (and itās not even limited to fiction, in real life too) black women are always painted as some sort of baby momma who is ghetto. Thereās almost always never any black!reader whoās awkward coded like myself in real life, no black!reader whoās maybe a queer black man, no black!reader who has the same regular interests as any other normal y/n character because itās always about breeding and leaving. I also notice how in the smut (or pornography), itās always about beating the pussy up. Itās SO rare to find a tender smut fic or a tender xxx because the ones that are tender have some sort of bogus caption that makes it ungoonable such as captions like ādaddy had to take care of his babyās psyā āshe wanted this big black cockā āI had to breed her real quickā itās bullshit and itās so disgusting!
I canāt tell if the writer is white or not because most fics, black!reader is limited to having box braids, silk presses, or buss down wigs. Thatās great if that represents you, but I fail to see fics that glorify the crown that is your Afroā¦or to just be neutral and say ānatural hairā. Again, Iām definitely not bashing the use of describing black!reader to have braids because I lovee getting braids, but Iām saying weāve got to extend beyond that stereotype. While on the topic of stereotypes, I also over exaggerate black!reader being thick in my fics because again, thatās the stereotype I always see. The fics always describe our butts as āvoluptuousā our thighs as āhugeā or our tummies as āsquishyā. Why canāt we just be excellent? Also, not all black!readers..are THICK! I myself am not thickā¦I have a NORMAL size ass and a skinty bod. But thatās almost never represented.
Black reader deserves the same hobbies that regular, white y/n has. āY/N is the real Barbieā but whereās the black Barbieās that actually do something other than clubbing, partying, drinking, smoking, etc. If you do these things, perfectā¦youāve got your representation. But whereās the black!readers who play instruments, sing, draw, dance, work out, do SOMETHING than just being sedentary to become some Asian manās baby mother.
You know, I actually just wish black!reader wouldnāt be so stereotypical. I wish black!reader would A. Correctly use AAVE just so we can have THAT as something relatable B. The words to describe her wouldnāt be leaning towards one stereotype thatās been passed down generations after generations C. RECEIVE TENDER LOVE AND NOT JUST ROUGH SEX and oh my gosh how can I forget D. Having an Asian man call her ma. Where did this come from? Why is an Asian man calling me ma/mama just because Iām black? Why canāt I be called baby, darling, sweetheart, literally all the other things that yt readers are called. It just seems like weāre limited to ma which also ties into the neeeddddd for more tender love. So, nonetheless I will still be continuing my social experiment. My friend and I have recently had threats to ban us from the platform because of the over exaggeration we doā¦and donāt get me wrong, we tend to go pretty extreme. but through this, we hope to make everyone more aware of the bullshit so we can look out for other fics that are just so fucking stereotypical and through our fics, yes, I definitely agree you should see the bullshit, get angry, and start to curate more loving fics. Some may not agree with this method, but honestly we just do it to make each other giggle with our stupidity.
Point me to the GOOD black!reader blogs and Iāll love you forever.
The fact that they were able to do this and no one bat an eye ot anything shows that this is normalized in the black fanfic community š not to mention the amount of Fairfax I've seen where none poc characters are using the n word is crazy to me like why is Eren from attack on Titan calling reader "Ma" and saying the N word it's like a fetish
Weāve got enough struggle fics, can we produce love please?
hai, you definitely donāt know me, but this is my secondary account. On my primary account, Iāve been partaking in a social experiment where I over exaggerate the stereotypes Iāve seen in all of the black!reader fics. It has been very interesting to see people get mad when I always sort of debrief at the bottom of my page and always say something sarcastic like āthis is EXACTLY what black reader wantsā¦ā I would love to see the anger they give me and my friend who also partakes in this experiment reciprocated on the post that glorify the stereotypes, but everyone seems to go silent until itās blatantly obvious itās not right.
For example, a lot of the posts I do involve making black!reader a baby momma BECAUSE it seems like every black!reader fic Iāve seen (and itās not even limited to fiction, in real life too) black women are always painted as some sort of baby momma who is ghetto. Thereās almost always never any black!reader whoās awkward coded like myself in real life, no black!reader whoās maybe a queer black man, no black!reader who has the same regular interests as any other normal y/n character because itās always about breeding and leaving. I also notice how in the smut (or pornography), itās always about beating the pussy up. Itās SO rare to find a tender smut fic or a tender xxx because the ones that are tender have some sort of bogus caption that makes it ungoonable such as captions like ādaddy had to take care of his babyās psyā āshe wanted this big black cockā āI had to breed her real quickā itās bullshit and itās so disgusting!
I canāt tell if the writer is white or not because most fics, black!reader is limited to having box braids, silk presses, or buss down wigs. Thatās great if that represents you, but I fail to see fics that glorify the crown that is your Afroā¦or to just be neutral and say ānatural hairā. Again, Iām definitely not bashing the use of describing black!reader to have braids because I lovee getting braids, but Iām saying weāve got to extend beyond that stereotype. While on the topic of stereotypes, I also over exaggerate black!reader being thick in my fics because again, thatās the stereotype I always see. The fics always describe our butts as āvoluptuousā our thighs as āhugeā or our tummies as āsquishyā. Why canāt we just be excellent? Also, not all black!readers..are THICK! I myself am not thickā¦I have a NORMAL size ass and a skinty bod. But thatās almost never represented.
Black reader deserves the same hobbies that regular, white y/n has. āY/N is the real Barbieā but whereās the black Barbieās that actually do something other than clubbing, partying, drinking, smoking, etc. If you do these things, perfectā¦youāve got your representation. But whereās the black!readers who play instruments, sing, draw, dance, work out, do SOMETHING than just being sedentary to become some Asian manās baby mother.
You know, I actually just wish black!reader wouldnāt be so stereotypical. I wish black!reader would A. Correctly use AAVE just so we can have THAT as something relatable B. The words to describe her wouldnāt be leaning towards one stereotype thatās been passed down generations after generations C. RECEIVE TENDER LOVE AND NOT JUST ROUGH SEX and oh my gosh how can I forget D. Having an Asian man call her ma. Where did this come from? Why is an Asian man calling me ma/mama just because Iām black? Why canāt I be called baby, darling, sweetheart, literally all the other things that yt readers are called. It just seems like weāre limited to ma which also ties into the neeeddddd for more tender love. So, nonetheless I will still be continuing my social experiment. My friend and I have recently had threats to ban us from the platform because of the over exaggeration we doā¦and donāt get me wrong, we tend to go pretty extreme. but through this, we hope to make everyone more aware of the bullshit so we can look out for other fics that are just so fucking stereotypical and through our fics, yes, I definitely agree you should see the bullshit, get angry, and start to curate more loving fics. Some may not agree with this method, but honestly we just do it to make each other giggle with our stupidity.
Point me to the GOOD black!reader blogs and Iāll love you forever.
The fact that they were able to do this and no one bat an eye ot anything shows that this is normalized in the black fanfic community š not to mention the amount of Fairfax I've seen where none poc characters are using the n word is crazy to me like why is Eren from attack on Titan calling reader "Ma" and saying the N word it's like a fetish
Hi can you do a Sevika x reader where the reader is Sevikaās girlfriend, a really pretty bartender who take care of her appearance, works at the Last Drop but is kind of naive so she doesnāt notice when she gets hits on pleaseee
It was coming to the end of your shift, you could feel it in your body. You'd begun to get tired, sore from walking back and forth and standing behind the bar the entire day. It was dark out, your favorite time of night actually. But not when you had to walk home alone.
That's exactly why Sevika now sat at the end of the bar, her usual seat when she wasn't playing poker. She'd sit there, watching you work or talking to someone she knew. Sometimes you when you'd get a moment during the slow hours.
Now Sevika sat silently, a cigarette in her fingers while staring at some papers on the bar. Papers she'd write on every few minutes, scribbling some notes or important things down onto it.
You wondered how she focused sometimes, when it was so loud, music bumping and drunk men screaming at each other. Laughing over who could chug the most without throwing up. Or getting kicked out.
Now it was quiet, getting later the drunks had left or quieted down. You were grateful as it had begun to get on your nerves, though usually it didn't. But tonight, you just wanted to go home, and cuddle your girlfriend.
And by cuddle you mean lay on her while she grumbles and puts a hand around your waist. It was a dream, unlike your current state.
You stared down at the margarita you were making, your hair falling around your face as you had it in a pretty hairstyle today. One that took you a bit longer then others but you adored how it looked. Promising yourself you'd do it more often.
"Hey, can I get a beer?" Someone asked, looking up from the now finished drink it was a man. Leaning far against the bar, so far he could've been breathing on you if you were just a little more to the left.
"Yeah, one moment please." You smiled, your lip gloss complimenting your smile as you walked the margarita down to an older woman a few stools down. "Alright." He muttered, sitting down at the counter.
He was clean cut, something usually didn't see in this part of the Undercity. Or at all in the Undercity, if you were honest. He was young, maybe a year or two older than you, but young. He grinned when he saw you looking at him.
"So, how's your night going?" He asked, watching as you turned around to grab the beer from the fridge in which they were kept. "Slow." You laughed slightly, grabbing the bottle opener. "And yours?" You asked, cracking open the beer and sliding it to him.
"Better, now." His grin was set, even when he took a drink of the beer. "Why is that?" You asked, innocent to the question as you grabbed a glass setting it on the counter. "I mean, I have a beer. And I'm talking to a pretty girl." You smiled. "Thank you." You smiled, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from behind you.
"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing working in a place like this?" You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders as you poured the whiskey into the glass. "I have to work somewhere. Besides, my girlfriend hangs out here a lot. So technically, I work here mostly because of her. She's also the one that got me the job." His grin seemed to falter for a moment, but your smile never faded.
"One moment." You took the whiskey glass and walked to the very end of the bar. Standing Infront Sevika who barely glanced up at you. "How's it going?" You asked, sliding her the whiskey glass, which she took it almost immediately, taking a drink. "Good. Is it time?" She finally dragged her eyes from the paper and looked up at you as you shook your head.
"About another half hour. I can't wait to go home." You leaned against the bar, setting your head on your hand. Her eyes showed clear signs of exhaustion, as did yours. Though, she wouldn't go home even if you put a gun to her head. She'd stay there and wait to walk you home. And if you brought it up, she'd kill you, not literally of course.
"I was talking to this nice guy though. So I guess that's good." You huffed, your finger moving to tap her metal hand with your nail. "What guy?" You didn't really notice how grumbly her voice had gotten. As that was something you were used to.
"The guy a few stools down. He looks so neat, it's weird." You muttered, watching her metal fingers move under your touch, as if she could feel it. Sevika turned her head, looking down at the guy who was staring at you, not noticing her eyes. "I've gotta get back." You suddenly interrupted, standing up straight again.
"Do you need or want anything else?" You asked softly, looking at her with oblivious eyes. "No, thank you though." "You're welcome Vika." You walked away, hand running along the bar to check on the woman at the other end. "Hey, can I get another beer?" You stopped suddenly and looked at the man nodding.
"Yeah, no problem." "So... how long have you been working here?" "Um... a few months." You took the beer from the fridge and opened it just as you did before. "Mm, do you like it?" You were taken back by the question, furrowing your eyebrows catching the attention of the woman a few stools down.
"I mean yeah. Why are you asking me that?" "Well, I mean, I have a good job. I could take care of a girl like you." He sounded so smug, a grin on his face. "No thank you, I have a job here everything's fine." You laughed it off, going to walk away again when he began talking again.
"Well c'mon, when do you get off?" "I-" "Y/n." Sevika's voice came from down the bar. Her eyes darkened from before. Her eyebrows had dropped, her body now straightened in her seat. "I have to-" "Hey, c'mon, we were having a good conversation." He grabbed your hand to get you to stay. "We've been flirting all night, now your gonna leave?"
You stared at him with shocked eyes, pulling your hand away from his. "I said I had a-" A hand then slammed onto the bar beside him, making you jump. "I want a whiskey." Sevika stared dead at you, standing uncomfortably close to the man to the point where he had to shift away. But she only moved closer, standing tall.
"Okay.." You grabbed the empty glass from the counter and then the whiskey bottle pouring it into the cup. "How much longer?" "Excuse me, we were having a conversation." The man smiled up at Sevika but she didn't even glance at him. Watching you put the whiskey back and slide the glass towards her "Not long."
"How long?" She asked, downing the whiskey. "Like a few minutes." "Excuse me-" Sevika finally looked down at him, glaring at him from her tall stature. "I'd shut your trap if I were you." You bashfully looked at the ground, grabbing the grab before wiping down the counter. "Excuse you?" "Yeah, excuse me." She leaned down closer to him.
"Let's go." You then finally spoke, putting the rag away. There wasn't much cleaning to be done, you'd been cleaning throughout the many quiet hours of the night. "I'm done here." You smiled at your coworker as they walked in, nodding to them in order to signal you were leaving.
As you gathered your things, Sevika continued to glare at him. Both of you making your way to the front doors.
"I didn't realize how creepy he was." She looked down at you as you grabbed her arm, holding it, mostly because she didn't really like holding hands. "Mm, you don't realize a lot of things." "What's that supposed to mean?" She watched your eyebrows furrow with thought, your eyes then trailing up to hers.
"It means you can't be alone." "That's not fair." "It's when you don't realize what's flirting." "How am I supposed to know what's flirting? You just winked at me a lot and then made me sit with you while playing and we made out." She smirked, then hummed.
"You know I'm right." "Mm." Sevika hummed again, looking down at you. But you were too busy looking ahead, then at the buildings around you. "I liked him at first. I thought he was nice." "You have a habit of believing everyone is nice." You giggled, standing up straight and shrugging. "I think you're nice. And I was right."
She didn't respond, but there was a ghost of a smile on her lips.
A/n: I have homework and it makes me wanna JFKALjfksdjfkl;a
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