#black coded characters

[tiazvni]

immature | suguru geto

words : 1k

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, mating press, dumbification, car sex, belly bulge, slight college!au, exboyfriend!geto, possessive!geto, toxic!geto

“who is he?”

you choke as your ex-boyfriend, suguru geto, acknowledged you for the first time since your breakup last year. he looked so frustrated - eyes dark and muscles tense as he caged you into a secluded corner, his body practically shielding you from the blaring music and dancing crowd of the surrounding frat party so that you could focus solely on him.

“s-suguru,” you sputter, trying your best to ignore your racing heartbeat. “the hell are you talking about?”

“don’t play dumb.” his eyes narrowed as he looked down at you from the bridge of his nose. that stare, the way he towered over you - it brought back some feelings that were all too familiar. “the guy you came here with, who is he?”

it took a second for you to process his words. you realize he’s talking about travis, a guy from your sociology class who had offered to be your date to the party tonight. he had left to grab you both drinks shortly after you arrived, providing suguru an opportunity to make a move the instant he began his search for alcohol.

you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, emphasizing your cleavage beneath your baby blue crop top. you were primed to tell him how desperate he looked right now, but fuck, suguru was standing so close. your senses were overloaded by his scent - eucalyptus with a hint of whiskey reserve, a cologne you bought for him on his last birthday.

and a stark reminder of why you really wish you hadn’t come to this party in the first place.

“um, that’s none of your business,” you match his gaze, priding yourself over your cool, level tone, “so get out of my face, please and thank you.”

suguru raised a sharp brow. “i see you still have that nasty attitude.”

“and what about it?”

he shrugs, the ends of his lips curling in a devilish smirk. “nothing. it just tells me you haven’t been getting fucked properly. what, having trouble finding someone who can handle you?”

you bit the inside of your cheek. travis was the first guy you’ve allowed yourself to go out with since your breakup. he was kind, considerate, and sensitive. a stark contrast from suguru. and having only been on one other date with him, sex was still too early an activity for your…acquaintanceship, if you will.

you try not to squirm where you stood, the beginnings of desire fluttering in your pussy the longer you were under your ex’s scrutiny. “again, that’s none of your business, suguru.”

“why, worried i’ll scare him away?” he chuckles. “‘cause i will.”

you scoff, changing the subject. “i’m not worried, i’m impressed you’re acting this jealous over someone you’re not fucking anymore.”

“i may not be fucking you, but whether you like it or not, you’re still mine,” suguru drawls as he leans closer to you, licking his lips in warning, “and i’m sure your pussy knows it. so you might want to fix that mouth of yours, sweetness.”

you rolled your eyes at his nickname for you, masking the intense wave of arousal flooding your panties under the guise of annoyance, preferring to not give your ex the satisfaction of seeing how much his presence still affected you. no matter how well your pussy responded to his words - traitor.

“god, suguru, you’re so immature! we’re not together anymore, so chill with that possessive shit and leave me alone!”

you move past him, ignoring the electricity pulsing in your fingertips as you pushed against his sturdy bicep, and went to maneuver your way through the frat party in search for your date. but like you were connected by a tether, suguru tugged you back to him, his large hand splayed against the small of your back as he pressed you against his chest.

you gasped, suddenly feeling every rigid muscle hidden behind the fabric of his shirt, and the prominent bulge growing beneath his belt. the thickness of it served as a reminder of all the times suguru had you drooling, incoherent, and twitching from overstimulation.

…why did you break up again?

“last chance, sweetness,” suguru’s hand moves to palm your ass through your jeans, his grip as vicious as his tone, “fix that attitude.”

what happened next was involuntary - like your pussy overrode your brain, spurred on by a mixture of danger and excitement, and chose your response with the hopes of finally being satisfied after months of neglect. your date and his drinks suddenly long forgotten.

“make me.”

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you ended up in the back of his tesla model x - folded beneath suguru as he dropped his dick deep into your guts, feeding your pussy consistent, heavy strokes while you clawed at his abdomen like a maniac.

he ignored every single one of your cries, ripping orgasm after orgasm from you with his sight hyper-focused on the creamy ring frothing at the base of his dick as he repeatedly buried himself to the hilt.

“absolutely pathetic,” he hissed as you convulsed around him, your body succumbing to yet another orgasm - this one more violent than the last - which he continued to fuck you through, despite your desperate screams for reprieve.

“s-suguru, please! m’sorry!”

it’s been so long since you felt like this. since he fucked you like this. you were on the verge of a euphoric death, the only thing keeping you tethered to this earthly plane being his hold on you - but even then you were hanging by a thread.

“you’re sorry, hm?” suguru licked his lips as he gripped the back of your knees, spreading your legs wider. “what’re you sorry for, sweetness? for testing me? leaving me?”

you were babbling, your mind far too strung to even formulate a proper response. the best you could do was a mixture of please and sorry amidst your hiccuping sobs. suguru leaned forward, slowing his pace to lick away your tears and plant ginger kisses in their wake. an act so sudden, so gentle for someone who just spent the last hour rearranging your insides.

“it’s okay, baby, i forgive you,” he coos, “y’know why?”

he doesn’t wait for your response. instead, he takes one of your shaky hands and moves it between you, positioning your palm over your navel, where the bulge from his dick was the most prominent.

“‘cause nobody can do this but me.”

[blackcharacterpolls]

Black Character Poll Time!: Best Black Coded Characters?

Who's The Best?

Max Goof And Goofy Goof

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo)

Voting ended onMay 11

For this poll we have Max And Goofy from A Goofy Movie (1995) vs The TMNT from the franchise of the same name (1984)

Both groups of characters and their respective franchises have been accepted as heavily black coded by black community. I used to the rise turtles but this can count for almost any version of them! If you'd like to submit a character(s) please check out my page rules! (Just a note! These polls are intended for you to give your personal choice\favorite, none of them are intending to indicate one character is inherently better or worse than the other!)

[strwbnnie]

Part 2 of the Tokyo Rev. Occupation Series!

tw: mentions weight/body type, insecurity/self-consciousness, slight age gap—I imagined the reader in her early 20’s & Taiju is 7 years older, gym owner!taiju, personal trainer x client, riding. mdni

૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა Personal Trainer!Taiju ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

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Personal Trainer!Taiju’s whole personality is being strong lmao, it’s only right he spends his days making others who are willing strong too. Nearing thirty and he still has the body of a god and his confidence is through the roof, a powerhouse of a man, he is. Whether he’s training someone or working on his own physique, he’s in the gym Monday through Saturday. Sunday’s are for church of course, and that’s his day to unwind.

He remembers the first time you showed up at his gym, excited and eager but still too timid. You looked so cute with your pink gym bag and matching gallon water jug. A shy, chubby little thing who knew not a damn thing about fitness, but you finally decided to get on your zoom. Your words, not his. You weren’t looking for much more than someone who could get you ready for a ‘hot girl summer.’ Again, your words, not his.

In all honesty, you looked just fine to him—sexy and plump with some belly for him to grab. You’d definitely look good in a string bikini. Your ass is a little square but that’s nothing heavy squatting and medius kickbacks can’t fix. All in all, you look good enough to eat in his opinion.

Even still, he agreed to help get you where you wanted to be. No fad diets, just a caloric deficit and protein prioritization. He still allowed you to eat some of your fav foods, in moderation of course, since the issue wasn’t really what you ate, it’s how you ate. Often skipping breakfast, sometimes lunch too if your shitty corporate job didn’t give you a break during your shift, relying on sweet and salty snacks from the vending machines to carry you through the day and binging a huge dinner later in the night. As much as he dislikes it, there isn’t much he can do once you step foot out of those glass doors.

As a matter of fact, another thing he dislikes, is that you lack discipline. That’s why when you’re here he never goes easy on you. You’re as lazy as you are cute—skimping on weight, skipping sets, strolling on the treadmill when he suggests a light jog…you certainly don’t act like someone who’s working towards a six month goal.

Regardless, he puts up with you. You’re a breath of fresh air in his hectic life, plus you’re easier on the eyes than the delinquents that frequent his gym. He loves how tight your gym shorts are, how they roll up when you walk. Loves staring at your ass while you do your dynamic stretches, especially loves how flustered you get when he stretches you out himself.

You’re even nice enough to stay til closing every now and then, helping the old man out. It’s the least you can do since he’s been so supportive of your fitness journey. One day, you’re just teasing, asking him if he even knows what a hot girl summer is ‘since he’s old and all’ and you certainly don’t expect his answer.

“It’s when pretty girls like you go out to be sluts. Wearin’ tiny little bikinis, shakin’ ass. Hoe’in around in Miami before you’re put up for the winter? Right?” At least that’s how he saw it.

You have a look on your face. He can’t tell if you’re amused or insulted but he doesn’t stop teasing.

“Drunk on the beach, gettin’ fucked in public bathrooms, all that good stuff. That’s what you like, Y/N? That why you wanna get in shape?” He’s still walking around placing plates and dumbbells in their respective corners. You’re helping of course, wiping benches, machines and bars with Clorox wipes before putting those back in place too.

He may have had a good 7 years on you but he kept up. Stayed hip to all the thing’s you young girls liked to do. Truth be told, the blue haired brute was ready to give you a run for your money. He honestly didn’t see the hype of ‘hot girl summer’ when he could slut you out all year round.

He wasn’t necessarily wrong. Girls like you often got overlooked, and although that didn’t stop much, you still found yourself craving the attention that smaller girls got.

“Is that bad?”

He’s almost taken aback. Of course he was just joking, but there was something about the tone of your voice, it was so…hopeful?

“Of course not. Nothing wrong with havin’ fun y/n. I told ya’ I’d get you ready and I meant it.”

***

And mean it, he did.

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle this.” He says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, that evil smirk plastered on his face, brows furrowed. “This ain’t no place for the weak, Y/N.”

“I’m not weak, you’re just s-so big!” You pout, and goddamit it’s cute, but he sees none of that. He has no sympathy, since you asked for this the minute you stepped into his gym and opened your pretty little mouth.

“You feel it here and here, right?” He runs his large hands up your hammies, then over your quads, fingertips ghosting over your belly cus’ he knows you feel it there too. Yes, your moans and mewls tell him just that, sounds he’d probably never get the luxury of indulging in had he simply stuck to tasking you with lugging around dumbbells.

Your calves and ankles are quite literally on fire as well and you’re feeling it in every single muscle in your legs, but you keep bouncing. Bottom lip sandwiched between your teeth and your pupils have made a home in the back of your skull as his cock mushes against your cervix with every slam of your hips. You look so pretty and fucked out, tits spilling out of your sports bra with every move you make. It hurts but it’s exhilarating, the stimulation makes you want to melt into a puddle of goo. He has to say he’s impressed, it’s not an ideal exercise but you’re pushing through it. Inhaling through your nose, exhaling through your mouth like he taught ya, taking every inch of him like it’s all you know how to do. Just like he knew you would. That’s why you’re his favorite client after all, he knew you’d never disappoint him.

[thecatinthelibrary]

Johnny Cade's description in The Outsiders

Okay so I read the outsiders for the first time a couple months ago (My class studied the Holocaust in middle school when everyone else read it now I'm catching up) and now I'm rereading it and annotating it and mayyybe drafting some fanfics (oh heads up my account is about to go through a bit of a rebrand and my name might even change but I'm not sure. Just wanted to give my mutuals the heads up).

Anyway, the more I've gotten into the fandom, the more I've seen people say Johnny is black (at least when we're talking solely about the book). And as a black reader who's delighted when white fans can pick up on race coding for non-white characters...I don't think Johnny's black.

At least I don't think he's monoracial, and I definitely don't think Johnny knows he's black.

The simple fact is, if Johnny had been black, he wouldn't have made it out of that lot alive. It was the 60s. If a bunch of middle-class white boys thought a black guy was hitting on their woman and then found him in a parking lot late at night?? Oh, Bob be damned, they would've gotten what they felt was justified revenge. And if you think the newspaper in the 1960s would've called a black boy a hero after he killed a white boy, even if he did save a bunch of kids? Oh, absolutely not.

However, they might've acknowledged a kid who's visibly mixed but maybe not visibly black.

Also, Johnny's a greaser, and there's a good 3 pages talking about him and Pony cutting their hair and washing the grease out.

For my non-black friends, anyone with hair type that is 4a and above would not be able to slick their hair back with grease and have it stay down without it being permed or hot combed. And back then, you had to know someone who would perm your hair for you because the chemicals were 10x stronger than they are now. Hot combing is also something you had to buy a hotcomb for and do at least every week or two. A hotcomb back then would be around the same cost of buying a hairdryer, which was a luxury.

Johnny's parents are too negligent for that.

Now the rest is just me theorizing and doesn't really have anything from the book to back it up.

I think it would make sense if Johnny's Dad was black and he and Johnny's mom either couldn't stay together(since Loving v Virginia wasn't passed until 1967) or they just broke up, and she pulled a Sandy and ran off before telling him she was pregnant. It would also mean the man Johnny thinks is his Dad isn't, and it would explain some of the abuse and also his mother's resentment. (That's not a justification btw, biological parents or no, they're both pieces of shit.).

Now I know not all mixed people have loose hair and lighter skin, and yes, monoracial black people can be light-skinned (I'm one of them) and have looser curl patterns. But to me, his being mixed makes it more plausible that Johnny is darker than everyone else while not actively experiencing any racism.

I could also toy with the idea that his Dad is his biological Dad, and one of his parents just has black ancestry somewhere.

Obviously, I'm not going to complain if people keep drawing/writing Johnny as a black boy. I just wanted to give my thoughts on the situation as a black reader (I'm struggling to find other ones lol).

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Mass Effect Characters that I think are black coded or poc coded since this game has like 3 black characters in the entire series but one dies, one is meh and the other is the worst fucking character in the series who’s every negative black stereotype in the book

Jaal Ama Darav- Fucking obvious. Tbh most Anagara are black. Maybe all of them. Yeah all of them.

Almost all Asari. Like I can’t even choose one because every one I meet gives me black woman vibes, even Liara, especially with how they’re sexualized constantly . I think all Asari are black women ot just women of color (shut the fuck up don’t say ‘they’re blue of course they’re woman of color’ I will eat your soul) but I’m claiming Liara, Matriarch Benezia, PeeBee, Samara, Morinth and Aria mostly

Most if not all Krogan but I’m claiming Wrex, Drack, Eve, Kesh and Grunt as black. The others can be whatever

Vetra, Syd and Kandros are my only black turians

If I’m claiming Salarians I’m only claiming Kirrahe and Kallo because Kallo reminds me of my nerdy ass brother

All prothean’s are black because they remind me of the angara

Thane is black and since he’s like the only Drell I know besides his son he’s the only one I claim as black plus his son. Maybe that one drell Liara likes or whatever but I don’t remember his name and I don’t care to google it

As for the other races like the Volus, Batarians, Vorcha and Hanar they can be whatever. I feel like Quarians or some sort of European coded but then you have Reegar who sounds like fucking soldier from TF2 so idk I’m not touching it

Also don’t come for me with “Oh why are you headcanoning most of the krogan as black they’re aggressive that’s stereotyping” which like in the game all krogans are stereotyped as aggressive but you have those who aren’t like Kesh but she’s treated as such by Tann and others just because she’s Krogan even though she’s a scientist who wants to use her brains, Eve who’s physically restrained even when she’s the one in danger all because of the stereotype of all Krogan being violent when she prefers to use her brains and even criticizes other Krogan for their old archaic ways of thinking with violence, like they’re treated how black women are treated all day every day 24/7 365. I’ll headcanon them as black if I want to.

If you want to know why I claim most of these characters as black feel free to ask but so far this is my list. Also I might do a thing where I draw a human design for the characters I think are black.

And if you disagree with these let me know why. Even though I most likely won’t read it because nine times out of ten when someone objects to a non human character being head cannoned as black it’s for racist reasons so I genuinely don’t really care if you disagree

[iplayghoul]

hot tub sex wit ony ? drabble ?? oneshot ?? this longer than i thought it wld be i just cant stop talkin... its 11 am bruh

its soooo obvious that im more into a soft sex kinda vibe, always or rough sex written in the most gentle and soft way possible 🙈

so i cant help but constantly imagine hot tub sex wit ony. in my head at the start of the relationship he constantly gravitates towards our apartment. in his mind he felt it was safer for his partners always, not wanting you to feel yk at danger in a man's house despite how safe he made you feel BUT ofc you have a jacuzzi.

in this universe, like in my head, i imagine both ony and reader have jobs in the medical feild likkee maybe ony is a surgeon and reader is a private psychiatrist who sometimes picks up shifts at the hospital onyankopon works at ???

ANYWHO becuzz of this they sometimes work hard ass shifts, whether theyre long or short, its hard as fuckk and they come home tired. ony gets home first, maybe an hour earlier and he has a key card to your apartment so he can let himself in, feeds your pets and relaxes on the couch, thinking of if he should make you two dinner or order sumn.

then he thinks of the jacuzzi, a nice relaxing hot soak after a hard shift is all he needs so he stops petting your cat or roughhousing with the dog and orders sushi, grabbing a drink of his choice whether it be wine, a light alcohol or sum shit for yall to sip when the sushi comes.

i think you get home not long after the sushi is delivered. maybe 10 minutes later and its still fresh and warm OUU shit i need sum sushi rn 😭 and ony fine ass is in some black swim shorts with the sushi all out on a platter wit the sauces on it, and hes got his feet in the water while he jus sits on the side of the jacuzzi and calls out to let yk where he is

you take a quick rinse off before donning a bikini, a black one to match his b4 putting up your braids and joining him on the edge wit a kiss. i like to think ony loooves kissing. he loves stimulatin his mouth n his lips. its a long, soft kiss and u cant help but lean into each other its like ugghh at last i can relax and let my gaurd down and just be vulnerable after being in this big position at work yk? 🤭

so you share several long kissing before both getting waist deep into the hot tub, letting the bubbling heated fun engulf you both as you down pieces of sushi, feeding each other while staying connected at the hip. i think he cant help but put his hands on u, always letting it rest on ur hip. sometimes i tink he jus likes to be touching you at all times its like a safety thing, sometimes jus resting his hand on your shoulder, ankle, tummy, dont matterrr he wants to kno ur there.

its only a matter of time before talking about each others day becomes nothing more than a whisper of a conversation. and ur eyes cant leave each others lips... necks, chests... and then ur kissin again :) hehee and kissin all over each other so tenderly and meek.

just then hes slipping his hands under ur peachy squishy ass n lifting u to the edge of the tub, kickin ur feet in the air and he sees ur toes are done. pretty pink polish with a baby pink french tip, and baby pink flower designs dancing across a few toes ... hes not one to have a raging foot fetish but it entices him,,, sooo he puts ur toes in his mouth and it tickles a bit ! but feeling his hot tongue caress ur little toes carelessly makes u feel all warm, especially ur cheeks.

eeeeek and then he jus cant help but continue to lick , suck n kiss all about your ankle, i imagine ur gold/silver lil anklet has his name awn it cuz he doesnt want u to tattoo his name :<< , but his lips smooth there way up to your inner thighs and hes pullin ur panties to the side so his thick lips can sink into ur thick lips as he slowly jus... makes out wit ur cunt idk if i can even call it 'eating out' anymore, hes in luv with ur pussy. obsessed wit the way u smell down there actually. fuck a roses and flowers smell bitch he is stealin yo panties after a LONG day at work tf 😭 he jus like me fr ok ok.

i jus luv a soft sex moment, his tongue mixes wit u sooo well and ur whines are of no use to him cuz he's havin fun and everythings jus so... slow and relaxed. ur grindin up into his face slow too cuz what else can u do but relax and just let your man do his thing. hes laying his upper body into you, drinkin ur squirt when u cum and mushin his face all in ur cream when u do orgasm, its long and drawn out and so. good.

then he pulls u back in the water wit him, slippin his dick in u fluidly, connecting u both and honestly yall sit there for a good minute. just basking in each others immaculate warmth. the fuck is dragging , sloww and aching but neither of u care to move faster. ur holdin the edge of the tub and hes holdin ur legs up to your shoulders , usin each other as leverage to fuck into the other slow and deep. low moans r harmonizing wit each other and its just... perfect :(

all thruought the fuck n i cannawwt stress this enuf he is kissin on u , he cant help it. he revels in kissin all over ur face and lips even if ur too far gone to kiss him back , kissin on ur neck and ur tits that are all squished together cuz of the position annnnd kissin on ur thighs and ur legss as theyre so far up he can reach em wit his mouth. he presses kisses on ur head too . u deserve it :(( ohh u deserve it so bad and its moments like these that i luv always.

even when u guys cum , ur lips are locked and ur swallowing each others moans, and breathin hot in each others mouths when ur done.

why is this so long notice how i cant shut tf up ab soft sex ???? bye yall !

[bigbadbuzzard]

Fat black-coded animal women are awesome!

Especially Big Bertha from Fritz the Cat. Not only is she a hottie, but I love her sassy personality!

But since I'm Asexual, I would NOT want to have sex with her. I'm not THAT desperate.

[rjalker]

I don't know why it took reading King Kong for it to click when I've read all the public domain Tarzan books so far, but yeah, the Hork-Bajir using drums, specifically, to communicate is another way they're Black-coded.