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"Where is my niece?" Iroh asks Zuko as he enters his study. He nods slightly at the attendants who bow in greeting. "There’s a new tea shop that opened in the city and I was hoping she'd accompany me."
"She may be feeding the turtle ducks," Zuko replies, reading through some documents. "And she won't be able to go with you today, she promised her afternoon and evening to me."
Iroh raises a brow, noting how Zuko's voice turned slightly childish. It reminds him of back when Zuko was young and a little possessive over the turtle ducks. He'd not allow anyone else near them, only his mother and very rarely, himself.
It's funny to see it now on an adult Zuko, who's a little—very—possessive over his wife and her time.
Iroh contemplates teasing his nephew about it.
"Oh?" He says. "But it'll only be for an hour or so and I know she's been excited to visit this place."
Zuko huffs. "I know. She's been talking about it since you told her." He sighs, lowering the paper in his hands so he can give his uncle his full attention. "You know I love that you and her are close. But let's be realistic, uncle. Your outings last longer than an hour and I probably won't see her until it's time for bed."
"I wouldn't keep her out that long."
Zuko stares at him.
"I promise!" Iroh laughs, amused by his nephew's disgruntled expression. "And you know there's a solution for this."
"And what's that?" Zuko asks, eyeing him warily.
"You can come with us."
"You know I can't," Zuko says, gesturing to all the work before him. "I have a meeting in the early afternoon followed by my counsel and—"
The doors to his study open, revealing a smiling you. Iroh smiles back, casting a glance at Zuko who immediately melts at the sight of you. Oh, he remembers what that was like—being that deeply in love.
"Hey," you greet happily, moving towards Iroh first who accepts the hug you give him. Then you're onto Zuko who stands and reaches for you, his arms locking around your waist as you lean into him, pressing a soft kiss against his scar. "How are my two favourite people doing?"
"Well," Zuko starts. "We were just—"
"—about to head out to the new tea shop that just opened," Iroh interrupts smoothly, ignoring the bewildered look on his nephew's face. "We were coming to look for you right now, actually."
"Oh really?" You ask, brightening up beautifully and turning your sunshine smile to Zuko. "You're coming with us? That's so exciting! We can spend the afternoon together."
"I—" Zuko looks towards Iroh, helpless, as his uncle grins. "I...yes, I'm coming with you."
"Wonderful!" You kiss his scar again and Zuko's melting again. "Let me just go and freshen up a little then we can go."
"We'll be here," Iroh replies, waving as you practically skip out of the room. Then he turns to Zuko. "Well, that was easy, wasn't it?"
"You've got to stop doing that," Zuko bemoans but there's an obvious upward curve to his lips.
I would talk abt how blk women (esp the older ones) are sometimes the biggest contributors to homophobia, transphobia + misogyny in the community without realizing we’re the biggest targets for it bc they have an unhealthy allegiance to a group of men who wouldn’t give a fuck abt them even if it was just us left on this planet. But then I’d just be considered a self hating bully that’s punching down.
Izen is horny and wakes you up for some slow, sensual sex. He takes the lead, his voice guiding you through the heat of the moment as he talks you through every unhurried touch.
°▪︎~1,328 words, extra scene from "Jupiter Love", smut/explicit sexual content(18+), condomless sex (wrap it), dirty talk, praise, doggy, sleepy sex, name-calling/pet names (e.g., ma/mama, baby), sweet stuff, etc▪︎°
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The room is pitch black, the only light coming from the thin sliver of the moon cutting through the blinds, painting a silver stripe across the rumpled sheets. You were dead to the world, buried deep in a dreamless sleep, until you felt the heavy, unmistakable weight of him shifting behind you.
Izen doesn't wake you up with a whisper or a gentle touch. He wakes you up by dragging his large, calloused hand over your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls your back flush against his chest. You moan, a low, groggy sound of protest, but it dies in your throat when you feel him—rock hard and scorching hot—pressing against the cleft of your ass.
“Wake up,” he rasps, his voice even deeper and more gravelly from sleep. His breath is hot against the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “I been layin' here watchin' you sleep for twenty minutes. Thinkin' 'bout how much I want to be inside you. I can’t take it no more.”
You try to turn, to blink the sleep from your eyes, but he doesn't let you. He flips you onto your stomach with a sudden, effortless strength that leaves your head spinning. Before you can even process the cool air hitting your skin, he’s grabbing your waist and hauling you back onto your knees. The movement is slow, heavy. He isn't in a rush; he wants to savor the way your body yields to him in this half-awake state.
“Izen... it’s so late,” you whisper, but you’re already arching your back, your body recognizing his touch before your mind can catch up. Your elbows are propped up on the pillows, your head hanging low as the sleep-heavy fog in your brain turns into a thick, pulsing heat between your thighs.
He stays behind you for a moment, just watching. He loves the way your skin looks in the moonlight, the way your ass is hiked up, waiting for him. He reaches down, his fingers finding your entrance and finding it already beginning to weep. He huffs a dark, satisfied laugh, his thumb circling your opening, smearing the slickness.
“You leakin' through, mama,” he murmurs, his brown eyes tracking the way his fingers get coated in your shine. “What were you dreamin' about? Was it me? You been waitin' for me even while you were out.”
He doesn't plunge in yet. He takes his thick length and drags it slowly up and down your pussy, painting himself with your mess. He watches the way your hole twitches and pouts, trying to swallow the head of him. Finally, he grips your hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples of your lower back, and slides in.
The entry is slow—excruciatingly so. He wants to feel every ripple of your walls as they stretch to accommodate his girth. You let out a long, broken moan into the pillow, your fingers bunching the fabric as he fills you to the absolute limit. He’s deeper like this, hitting that sensitive, bruised spot in your gut with a dull, heavy thud.
“Yeah, take it all,” he pants, his voice thick with a sleepy, horny grit.
He begins to move, a slow, rhythmic grind that makes the bed frame creak in the quiet room. He isn't hammering you yet; he’s just using you, enjoying the wet, squelching friction of his dick sliding in and out of your flushed, cream-coated folds. He leans forward, his chest pressing against your back, his locs falling over your shoulders like a heavy curtain. The gold charms catch the silver light as they brush against your skin.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, his lips grazing your ear. “So soft. So wet for me. Look at how you takin' it. Just a sleepy little thing, letting me do whatever I want.”
He reaches one hand around to trace the line of your throat, his thumb rubbing the side of your face as he watches the way your ass ripples and flexes with every slow, deep thrust. He loves the way your skin warms under his touch, the way you’re just a puddle of moans and broken gasps beneath him.
“Izen—umghn—please,” you whine, your head tossing from side to side. The slow pace is making the tension coil tighter and tighter in your belly. One of your hands moves to your heat, fingers find your clit and begin to trace heavy, rhythmic circles. You want him to break you, to pick up the speed and ruin you, but he remains cruelly consistent, forcing you to savor every spark of the slow burn.
“Shhh,” he hushes, his hand leaving your face to give your ass a wide-palmed slap. The sound is loud and sharp, the sting blooming across your skin. “Let me take my time... I want to feel every bit of you. I want to feel you cum before I even start to finish.”
He begins to pick up the pace, his hips snapping forward with a bit more urgency, but he stays deep. The sounds are filthy—the steady, wet thwack of his thighs against you, the sound of your shared wetness dripping onto the sheets. He watches the way his dick disappears into you and reappears glistening, dark and heavy.
"Fuuuck... look at you. You clenchin' so tight on me, ma. So damn perfect,” he groans, his voice a low-tide rasp that vibrates against your ear. You feel his breath, hot and smelling of the night, as he bottoms out against your g-spot. “I could stay buried in this pretty pussy all night and n-never get tired of it. You just want to be filled, don't you? Just want your man to stay right here.”
He drives his hips forward, a slow, heavy thrust that pins you to the mattress. “In your sleep, when you open your eyes in the mornin’... every minute in between. You mine. You hear me? This right here? It's all for me."
You’re shaking now, your legs beginning to give way as the stimulation reaches a breaking point. The friction is white-hot, a stinging, beautiful agony. You can feel your orgasm building—a tidal wave of pressure that’s about to shatter you.
“Izen, I’m—I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” he commands, his voice near-unhinged. He doubles down, his thrusts turning shallower and faster, a relentless, punishing vibration. “Cum on my dick, baby. Let me feel it. Suck me dry.”
You moan, a long, wrecked sound that’s muffled by the pillows. Your pussy clenches down on him with a crushing, rhythmic strength, your internal walls pulsing in violent spasms that milk him. You’re twitching, your head buried in the linens as the pleasure turns into a paralyzing, shuddering stasis.
A heartbeat later, Izen lets out a low, guttural moan. He thrusts one last time, buried to the hilt, his whole body tensing as his muscles turn to corded steel. He locks his hips against you and erupts. You feel the heat—thick, pulsing ropes of his release flooding you, a searing warmth that leaks out to coat your inner thighs.
He collapses on top of you, his heavy, panting body pinning you into the mattress. He stays there for a long time, his forehead resting against the back of your head, his heart still hammering a frantic rhythm against your shoulder blades. The room is silent again, save for the sound of your shared, ragged breathing.
When he finally pulls out, the sound is wet and heavy. He rolls you over, pulling your shaking, spent body into his large, tattooed arms and tucking your head under his chin. The smell of him—his skin, eucalyptus soap, the faint hint of the shared blunt, and the musk of sex—is the most comforting thing in the world.
“Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, his voice thick with exhaustion and a rough, possessive affection. He kisses the top of your head, his hand resting heavy and warm on your hip. “You did so good, ma. Thank you.”
dick lovesss backshots, literally just bc he's got a mirror in front of his bed like a whore and he likes to look at you and him while he's fucking u. plus, its easy for him to push ur head into his pillows or pull you up to kiss you.
wally likes when u ride him. he likes being able to stare at you and mouth at your tits and have your hands on him. plus its always nice when you get too tired and he gets to hold your hips and do all the work for u.
roy also likes backshots. solely because he can stare at your ass while he fucks you, he also pulls you up to his chest but its only when he wants to spit in your mouth. def trying to warm you up to the idea of anal tbh.
jason likes missonary. he likes watching you cum and he's the type to cup your jaw while he's fucking you. def holds your ankles and pushes your legs back, doesnt even try to keep you quiet.
Trust fund baby eren who is EXTREMELY fiscally irresponsible when it comes to you
He watches you like a hawk every time you go shopping together. Even if you so much as spare something a second glance he’s over your shoulder like, “Do you like that? Do you want me to buy it for you? Take a picture just in case it comes in more colors online.”
And speaking of online shopping he’ll just randomly log into the apps you shop on and empty your carts for you. He won’t say anything either and just lets you be surprised when there’s ten packages at your door that you didn’t order yourself.
Throws you the nastiest look ever if you pull out your wallet around him. Like why would he let you pay for your own iced latte he doesn’t care if there was a student discount and you just got paid and wanted to treat yourself. That’s his responsibility to treat you wtf
It does backfire on him sometimes tho. He can’t let you pay for anything yourself and that goes for things that don’t even involve him. He finds out you and your friends are planning a spring break trip and he’s so whiny and pissy about not being invited and having to be away from you for a week but still coughs up the $700 for your plane ticket. And you tell him he literally doesn’t have to and that you’ve saved up and can pay for it yourself but it’s like his body is working against him and he’s reaching for his wallet as if he physically can’t help himself (he can’t.)
📝: black fem, plus sized!reader, teacher!rengoku, librarian!reader, ofc it’s a modern au, lots of smut in this; reader is supposed to be a nympho, slight ooc, they’re both some freaked out individuals so lots of dirty talk, oral sex, voyeurism, rough sex mentions, squirting, breath play, choking, spit play, fingering, sex toy use, anal + soooo many other themes. This is pretty damn unhinged so yall are gonna have to walk w me for a second lmao.
wc: 2.4K
🎙️: just a lil excerpt/preview from the rengoku fic I am working on currently bc I’m scatterbrained + can’t stay focused to get it finished. It may be a little chaotically formatted and not my best but I hope y’all like it. I’m so damn rusty but I don’t wanna keep leaving yall hanging.
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fwb!rengoku was your standard, typical, friendly neighbor ... .always greeting others with a smile and pleasantries….a cup of coffee in hand before darting off to begin his somewhat mundane yet fulfilling day.
fwb!rengoku had lived in the area where both he and (y/n) (l/n) resided for a little over two years now. Located only a few houses down from your own. After he’d decided to take a teaching job at the local high school as a math instructor; moonlighting as a personal trainer alongside his best friend, Uzui in his spare time.
although fwb!rengoku stood out amongst people; due in part to his fiery eyed expressions, stocky build, curly blonde locks adorn with crimson colored tips and an unforgettable boisterous laugh, he’d never intentionally attract attention to himself.
the two of you had only engaged in casual conversations prior to it all beginning; speaking about work and daily life. As you were employed as a librarian for the city branch. Only being able to catch each other a few times out of the week. Rather innocuous professions for people who were headed towards what would become an extremely sultry affair.
fwb!rengoku wasn’t even sure how it all happened but suddenly those wholesome interactions became the catalyst for a myriad of insane thoughts that would begin plaguing his mind on a daily basis ... .finding himself constructing scenarios in which you two would be together, even when you weren’t around. Hearing that sweet voice and adorable giggle on repetition in his head throughout the day. As if you wouldn’t leave his mind.
those doe brown eyes, plush, dimpled cheeks and curvaceous little figure were all fwb!rengoku could think about sometimes. You were beautiful beyond words and he daydreamed about you more than he should have. Naturally, he’d planned to keep these sentiments to himself; as to not push you away or creep you out.
that was until one day……when fwb!rengoku came over to return a piece of mail that had been accidentally placed in his box. It was a late Saturday evening so you’d likely not been down at the library but perhaps running errands or out with friends so there wasn’t too much of a fuss when you didn’t answer the door immediately…..that was until he heard the loud groaning!
having feared you’d fallen or been hurt in some way, fwb!rengoku began to frantically knock and call out your name, hoping you’d respond. Scouring the exterior parameters of the house for a window that was not shielded by curtains, in hopes of laying eyes on you. However, things were not as they seemed…..
because when fwb!rengoku managed to locate you via the bedroom window from your fenced in backyard, he was met with a rather interesting sight…..
there you were….not injured or in pain at all. But yet, completely nude with the exception of thigh high socks and engaging in some very lewd acts! Bouncing up and down on a silicone torso….hands planted to the fake chest, ass poking out as it swallowed up the erect, plastic cock.
fwb!rengoku glared in pure awe as that tight cunt gripped the base of that toy and took every inch to the hilt…..close enough to see just how big of a mess you’d made of it and immediately confirming preconceived notions about what you’d feel like.
the truth was, fwb!rengoku had long since began having sexual fantasies about you in the privacy of his own home…often thinking about this exact scene with you on top of him; strong hands around your waist as he plunged you up and down on his thick member. However, he’d be shocked to learn that you shared similar feelings….
“Yes! Give it to me….give me this big dick, Kyo…make me fucking take it!” The words ringing out so loud and clear that fwb!rengoku knew he couldn’t mistake the fact that this whole exchange was inspired by him.
in that moment, unbridled lust filled fwb!rengoku’s body and he couldn’t take it! Finding himself not only cupping the newly formed erect in his sweats but reaching inside to stroke it; pleasuring himself to the sound of you moaning his name. Having to shuffle over just a few inches to avoid being spotted.
fwb!rengoku found himself jerking his cock to the sight of you doing tricks on that toy and stuffing yourself full as you pretended it was him. Damn near losing it and blowing his load when you switched to a mechanical dildo and those plump asscheeks spread open to reveal a butt plug stuffed inside of it.
fwb!rengoku found himself moaning and grunting (y/n)’s name instead through a cupped hand and closed eyes. Fortunately for him, the sky began to fall cast with a bit of darkness so he’d likely not be spotted ... .or so he’d hoped!
“Yeah…take it, baby…nice and slow. Take my fucking dick.” “That’s it, use that pretty pussy to squeeze me…” unaware he’d soon be repeating those same words to you in person!….
Suddenly, the moaning from inside would cease and instead, be replaced by the thuds of footsteps. However, he was too swaddled in sexual bliss to notice…until his name began to be spoken on loop; only growing louder.
“Yeah, that’s it. Moan for me, beautiful….beg for me to keep fucking you…” “Kyo, sweetie…..open your eyes..”
greeted by a smiling face and sweet little giggles that soon erupted into full blown laughter.
“Enjoy the show?”
Utterly embarrassed and ashamed couldn’t even describe fwb!rengoku at that moment. Despite him being the very obvious muse for your little escapade, he had no right to be gawking in your window like some depraved pervert! Quickly scrambling to straighten himself and explain the saturation…but you weren’t interested in any of that! Instead…
“Miss (y/n), I am so sorry! I swear I wasn’t trying to spy on you. I just—-“ “awww, you’re blushing. Poor baby….why don’t you…come inside and finish telling me?” Signaling over the sliding glass doors that led to your bedroom.
fwb!rengoku was taken aback when you wasted no time trying to ravage him ... .tugging at his shirt, pawing at his sweats to rip them off and disrobe him. Damn near long his breath when you sank to your knees and began tousling with his thick cock.
“I can’t believe we’re really doing this—oh my God, and now you’re sucking my dick. This cannot be happening..” in utter disbelief at how salacious his sweet little neighbor was!
but fwb!rengoku certainly didn’t pull away or even try to stop you. Instead, once you found your stride…his hand fell atop your head and would slowly guide you along. Watching in amazement as you took so many inches at once. Letting that tongue curl around his shaft, tip and even lick his balls.
fwb!rengoku nearly lost his mind when you took him to the hilt, with your forehead pressing to his abs…releasing a breathy groan to accompany the sounds of your gagging.
“Jesus! Fuck— I gotta have you…right now.” Nearly losing his balance as he reluctantly withdrew from your throat; bringing a trail of frothy saliva along with it.
fwb!rengoku hoisted you from the floor, into his arms before tossing you onto the bed. Displaying a side of him you’d never seen before. But you supposed the same could be said for yourself…
fwb!rengoku couldn’t wait another second to be one with you but before doing so, he’d have a taste of that delicious nectar, seeping from your cunt. Splashes of squirt emitted with each prod into your hole and staining the sheets in the process. Lapping at that protruding clit; sensitive with every touch, lick and slurp. Along with those plump lips meeting the ones on his face..
“Oh shit! Kyo—“ (y/n) rolling your head back upon your shoulders and your eyes following suit.. “..sorry for the mess, beautiful. You just taste so damn good..”
fwb!rengoku indulged until he’d had his fill and you were soaking up his chin. Immediately after, leaning up to pin your legs behind your head…but not without your explicit consent. To which he’d not only receive but it came along with a strict demand as well.
“(Y/N), please tell me you want to go through with this. I’d never want to force you into anything just because of the heat of the moment..” “Force me? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting you to fuck you? Just promise me you won’t take it easy…I love when a man can handle me.” Declaring as your tongue wagged around and those eyes narrowed.
fwb!rengoku made haste in getting you into position, barely even brushing that slit with his glistening cock head before stuffing it inside of you. The initial meeting of your privates nearly sending you both into shock…it’d been ages since Kyo had felt any sort of pleasure and your toys alone were no longer satisfying you.
“You’re so fucking tight…I don’t know how long I’m gonna last but I promise I’ll give you all of me, miss (y/n)!” Grunting as he’d begin his onslaught of well paced thrusts; grasping the headboard for extra leverage as his hips bucked forward…
“..gonna…make you..feel so fucking good, I promise.” Being all but forced to twist his head to tune side to avoid direct eye contact when that cream began to coat his shaft. One look into your beautiful gaze and he’d fold. But instead, you’d grasp his cheeks and make certain he couldn’t focus on anything except you.
“No, look at me…want you to see how good you’re making me feel. How wet you get this pussy, baby.” “You have no idea what you’re doing to me…gonna make me fill you up if you’re not careful, gorgeous.” “Then I guess I need to be a little more reckless..”
Causing the both of you to break into a fit of laughter, making this rushed moment all the more intimate. Immediately, the two of you would find yourselves engaging in a fit of sloppy, deep, messy kisses; breaths shaky and whimpering each other's names with each stroke. That’s when his hands would gently slip around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly just to gauge your reaction…he had to be certain that you could actually handle what you’d begged for.
“…harder…” “..yeah? Like this?” “Yes! Just like that, baby.” fwb!rengoku applying more pressure as he deepened and quickened his pace, hoping to see you really explode. Realizing that your body responded to those degenerate behaviors or as if you two had done this before. Once he saw that you were comfortable, he’d shove a finger or two in your mouth, giving you light taps to the side of the face and eventually…lobbing spit in between those jaws. Everything had become so intense, the bed had begun to rattle against the wall and the room had filled with the sounds of your cries.
“Your moans are so pretty, my love….let me hear more of them!”
In that moment, fwb!rengoku, did something that took both you and himself by surprise; simultaneously reaching for the plug buried between your asscheeks and a nearby vibrator. Suddenly, you’d find yourself stimulated twice over; the whirring of the toy pressed to your engorged clit and his cock nestled four inches deep in your asshole at the same time. Pumping in and out with deep,
fwb!rengoku would revel in the fact that he’d garnered such a reaction from you and knew it was something he’d never be able to live without from this point forward. Full and well aware of the beasts you’d unlocked within one another.
“Oh my fucking God, yes! Right there, Kyo!” “Right where, my love? Tell me….tell me which one of these pretty holes I’m fucking you good in..” “Fu—fucking me so deep in my ass, baby. Please don’t stop..” whining out as you made a poor attempt at clawing for his chest but to no avail. All you could do was flail about and tremble uncontrollably…
fwb!rengoku would keep going, rewarding you with the occasional lob of spit until he felt your peak nearing, along with his own.
“I’m about to come, Kyo! Please…”
“Do it…let go right now!”
fwb!rengoku would hold that vibrator in place, bringing his own movements to a halt in order to watch that explosive puddle of squirt spill out everywhere and empty his own load into your aching body. Taking the utmost pride in your reaction of yelling out curse words and thanking him in the process.
fwb!rengoku found himself damn near addicted to you after that night, not being able to get you out of his mind….or his bed! Finding every excuse for the two of you to engage in salacious activities. Becoming one another’s cure for bad days at work and long nights alone…calling on the other wherever either of you saw fit.
From picking you up after work had ended for you both and driving to a discreet area some miles away to mess around….legs spread wide in his passenger seat as his fingers curled up and nestled deep inside of you as he suckled your nipples. Sending each other videos masturbating to thoughts of your escapades…to sneaking away from events with friends so you could ride him senselessly, his head tossed back on the couch whilst some random movie played in the background.
“..missed you so much…missed this big dick…”
“I could’ve sworn I was eating your pussy this morning, my love…but yeah—I missed you too..”
you didn’t know what kind of future you and fwb!rengoku had in store…but it was clear that you weren’t going to be leaving each alone for a very long time!
It really is a shame I have to get on here and say this but the bullshit I was seeing with the black! reader tag is pissing me off, and I can't get it out of my mind.
Let me start here and remind people what creative art or the arts are, creative art is quite literally when a human uses creativity for many things, cultural significance, storytelling, or just their imagination/creative thoughts. Now that we have that locked in, let's put the imbecile card down and realize a few things.
I want to start on hypersexuality specifically of black women. When I saw people complaining about this, I thought, “We need to open up the schools.” I don't know how you overgrown idiots don't know this but the media has hypersexualized black women to the point that a black woman can't express her sexuality. Think about Megan Thee Stallion, she was shot by a dumb grown-ass man and dehumanized by the media. Why? Because she was a black woman who expressed her sexuality and they didn't like it so she was dehumanized and overmasculinized. This is a pattern we see all the time, there is no safe space for a black woman to express her sexuality and desires.
So when black women come on this platform to write about their desires, they use writing as their creative outlet. They should be able to do this without getting shamed. But still, I come on here and see other sisters telling sisters how and what to write(open up the black girl code handbook cause some of y'all missed it.) As if black authors do not already have to deal with the low-key racist whites on this platform, why in the flying fuck do we have to deal with our own people complaining too? Black women have sexual desires and fantasies just like white girls and shouldn't be shamed for it.
Next lets talk about a few of the stereotypes/things y'all always complain about.
Baby momma culture: 1. A lot of us are ‘baby mommas’, (which is a negative term), and/or grew up with ‘baby mommas’. 2. It's okay for a black woman to write this especially if they've been through it, creative arts is an outlet!! Remember that!
Black women being curvy: 1. Genetically we are more curvy, most of us are. Especially when we hit that ‘grown woman’ phase. 2. Stop fucking complaining about this when there are so many black authors who don't do much physical description. Go do some easy research and support your sisters instead of complaining.
Ghetto black women: 1. Y'all get ghetto mixed up with a woman having a backbone, standing up for themselves, not taking bullshit. Which is mostly what I see from black authors. 2. Stop complaining about ‘ghetto’ readers when you blow that shit up. Talking about some breaking stereotypes but blowing it up, the fuck?
Last but not least, the “there's no fluff,” talk.: 1. There most definitely is, let me give you a tutorial: pick up your phone, open it, go to Tumblr, go to the search, use your two thumbs, and fucking type what you want to see. Good enough for you? 2. You don't see much fluff because y'all only blow up the smut and the fluff/angst never gets any attention from y'all.
Moral of the motherfucking story dumbasses, authors have free will. Black female authors have free will also, we can write what we want. That can be stereotypes or whimsical, smut or fluff, bimbo! reader or nerd! reader. Stop pissing me off, we do not! And I MEAN DO FUCKING NOT, have to write to your liking. If you don't like it, block and move on, instead of hating on other sisters and treating them like shit.
This part. It's crazy how people expect Black creators to carry the weight of representing the entire race every time we open a Doc or post. Expecting every Black reader fic to be a sanitized, perfect Barbie is just another way of stifling our humanity.
Like you said, if people spent half as much time reblogging the fluff and awkward fics as they do complaining about the smut, the tags would look exactly how they want. Stop policing Black womens creative outlets and start using the block button. We aren’t here to write to your respectability standards. I'm sitting over here wondering what their mothers, grandmothers, or ancestors/kin would think if they saw them using their energy to tear down other Black women like this. They fought for us to have autonomy and a voice, yet here they are using theirs to play respectability police.
It’s actually scary because some of these people low-key sound worse than the very people who hate us. When you’re using the same talking points as a white supremacist to shame a sister for her body or her desires, you’ve lost the plot.
mini horoscope for taurus, virgo + capricorn (sun, moon, rising) 🌈 🖤
chaos. wow. you are in the midst of total upheaval. you are shedding new skin and the people around you admire how you're getting rid of things that no longer fit. this is an intense period right now. this isn't truly a loss. this is for you to broadcast just how resilient you are
repeat this:
'i release what no longer serves me to make space for new growth.'
oh, and there's a new lover on their way...within 8 months, you will meet them 💖
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since I know for a fact survival theft will be going up this month, do not steal from Target, they have some of if not The highest end security measures in place, even if they don't call you out on your first theft, they know you did it, and they're waiting until you've stolen enough to get the law involved.
I am dead serious. Do not fucking steal from Target, you Will be caught.
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