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♡ Synopsis- You’ve been watching your nerdy otaku boyfriend game for hours, so you get his attention another way !
♡ warnings- EDGING, overstimulation, stomach bulge, CREAMPIE, your otaku boyfriend, Naruto underwear, SMUT, piv. (lmk if I missed any)
♡ word count- 2.7k
♡ A/N - I really liked this fic, here’s a little something for thanksgiving, fun fact- inspired by otaku gojo.
♡ Minors do not interact ♡
You’ve been watching your nerdy otaku boyfriend game for hours.
Flipping through your vogue magazines, he’d bought for you to occupy your time with. Hearing the crunchy sound of paper flipping back and forth for a good 30 minutes now—Sitting in his spread lap. He’s playing some game called variant? Or was it called Valorant? You don't remember anymore, you’ve seen him play so many games—you don’t even know when he’s switched over to a new one.
You were bored out of your mind. Usually he’d give you as much attention as you want. Doing anything you’ve asked of him, without a second thought in his little hentai filled mind. But when he was in his gaming mode, there was no stopping him from playing until he was satisfied.
Sometimes he’d teach you how to play, not wanting you to have nothing to do—but the only game you knew how to play was roblox, it was the easiest game you could comprehend, and you didn't hurt Your long blinged out nails from pressing the keys too hard, you could go as slow as you want. you liked buying robox—robux for your little cube character to dress up, and playing the princess game royal high. You started playing the game so much—he made you an account.
You’ve been waiting for him to finish playing variant so he could set up the game for you and help you play, but he’s been too—what was the word called? occupied…. You roll your eyes at the thought.
“You suck so much ass, just log out bro”
Your boyfriend yelled into his mic, he was clicking the keyboard so hard. It made your body jump up from his arms moving so much over you. The clacking noises irritated and overwhelmed you. He was playing so rough you’d occasionally jump up on his lap.
“Baby, when’s it my turn to get on the game…..” you whined and pouted, trying to get his attention, lips glossy—jutted out. You even leaned your tits onto his desk, making them look nice and squishy. You didn’t get a response from him, not even a glance. Focused on the pixels on the lit up screen. Usually he’d be all over you—poking your tits out. He seems really distracted today, you hummed at the thought as he continued to yell obscenities into the microphone.
Suddenly an idea popped into your mind….
You knew how much he liked it when you dressed up as his little anime characters. You didn’t know what the appeal was, but it still did the job getting him easily horny and aroused. Sometimes he’d be so hard he’d spill in an instance when you’d bat your pretty lashes, and pout your lips. It always worked.
He’d bought you so many costumes to the point where some of it had to stay in his closet, usually you’d throw a fit about wearing the wigs and outfits, because of how itchy the fabric were but he’d always promised you a shopping spree after you’d dress up, along with photo shoots.
You shivered and rolled your eyes at the thought of the photo shoots. He’d have you pose for hours getting the perfect angles—his favorite poses. Just to get them done professionally, he’d be the only one laying eyes on them and hanging them up on the walls. His apartment is practically filled with merchandise of you—and his little cartoon figurines combined together.
You thought it was a waste of money and it could have been put to funding another birken bag, but hey, it was something he enjoyed doing, and you wanted your baby to be happy too.
You climbed out of his lap hoping it wouldn’t get too much of his attention, wanting to catch his eyes at the perfect timing just so you could deny him in the end…. You smiled at the thought. You were so smart for coming up with this idea. You were totally getting off at the thought of edging him.
You tiptoed over to his closet. Opening the closet door, you noticed there weren't a lot of options—most of the outfits being at your dorm. You searched through the options nevertheless hoping to find something good, although the options were limited you spotted a K-Angel outfit, it was a game you watched him play a while back and you thought the cartoon girl was pretty cute.
The outfit was something he’d recently bought as well. You pulled out the two toned wig and pastel uniform from the closest. It was perfect—your boyfriend had been such a gamer boy today, it was only right you’d be the streamer girl.
You hold the wig and outfit close into your arms as you tell your nerdy boyfriend that you're going to the bathroom, he still doesn’t seem to hear you. You roll your eyes at his behavior, sauntering down the hall to go change into the bathroom. Once you finish changing and managing to get the wig on. You change up your makeup style.
Satisfied with your looks.You walk back into his nerdy haven of a room.You notice that he’s still playing variant. You walk over normally, and plop down onto his lap
He doesn’t notice you yet, still focused on his game. Fingers are still clacking on the keyboard roughly. “hah… fucking online daters—I solo all of you, yeah?”
You began to grind against his clothed legs, trying to alleviate the wetness in your cunny—all the degrading talking he’s been doing all this time starts to get you off. He never talks like this—you thought it was sexy. He ignores the feeling of you grinding against him. He chalks it off as you getting uncomfortable in his lap and trying to adjust yourself for being there too long.
You grind a little harder, the friction of your rough grinding against his clothed leg sends electric shots to your throbbing clit through your clothed panties. “Haa… oh fuuuck—that, ahg… feels s’good~♡!” He hears your pretty high pitched moans, and finally locks eyes with you. He immediately feels himself grow underneath you.
Shit, you looked so fucking cute. You were only grinding, yet you already looked so fucked out already. Rubbing your cute round ass against him—thighs looking so huge and squishy in those thigh highs—looked like you came right out of one of his hentai mangas. He finally began to realize how much you need him—need his attention.
You never willingly got into the cosplays he wanted you to wear unless you were promised another handbag, or some crazy shopping spree at the mall. so you in that cute k-angel cosplay almost had him busting into his pants right then and there. He needed to contain himself—to feel your sweet cunt wrap around him like a snake, that was way better than cumming now.
“Fuck baby…. you feel s’good rubbing your cute ass against me.”
Players in the game heard your sweet little moans, and he swears he heard one of them congratulate him on finally being able to pull. Your boyfriends face flushes—the tips of his ears growing red, embarrassed. You stuck your tongue out. maintaining eye contact with your nerdy boyfriend, trying to seduce him—bait him into touching you.
Your pretty ass starts to dry hump against him. The chair gets squeaky, rocking with the weight of the both of you on it. He gets a full blown boner from your humping. The tent in his pants growing— Getting too tight. He leaks precum, growing a patch of wetness onto his pants. You bounce atop of him more, trying to keep the friction in your cunny going.
He tries to wrap his arms around your waist, to gain control of your speed—You weren’t having it though. Immediately slapping his arms away. “no touching or I’ll stop” you said in a bratty tone, or so he thought.
Even though he wanted nothing more than to spear you on his cock he sure as hell listens to you though, trying his best not to lift you up for a better angle and taking control of you. He didn’t want the pleasure to stop—He took what you gave him.
He whines into your shoulder, having thrown your head back to give him better access to mark up and suckle on your neck. Like a puppy being deprived of his favorite toy. “C’mon, s’not fair baby…. You know I can’t survive without slurping you up.” He frowns into you, hips grinding up into you to meet your clumsy, sloppy, thrusts into your clothed cunt.
“You should've… agh~ paid more—attention to…hahh~ to me !” You say hazed and dazed out. Having felt yourself getting too close to the edge you had enough of the grinding. You decided to pull his grey sweat pants down, his underwear coming down along with his pants. Your otaku boyfriend immediately feels the fresh air hitting his aching cock the minute it’s freed from his naruto patterned underwear. You cringe for a second, but continue nevertheless.
You wrap your pink long nails along his cock, adjusting yourself so you are directly above it. You pull your silky pink panties to the side—rubbing him back and forth against your silky slit, making your slick gather along his veiny cock. You felt so good rubbing against his him.
“ahh—shit…. Baby, j’st wanna… Ngh~ put it… into your sweet—sweet, cunny….. already~♡!”
He could’ve sworn that he was already inside of your succulent cunt. But he felt you continue to slide back and forth against him—slick making obscene noises. You felt his meaty cock almost enter into your hole and you swear you let out the loudest mewl.
You could feel the vibrations going through your clit. You finally decided to sheath his cock inside of you. You hear your baby whimper loudly. His twitching hands not knowing where to go. He still wanted to follow your rule but fuck you were making it hard for him.
You glance at the bright computer screen, little characters running around. “C’mon baby don’t you wanna—ngh~…. Play the game?” You look behind your shoulder—to see sweat dripping from your baby’s face. You moved your hips a little more—teasing him. He whimpered into his arm, to keep from too much noise coming out.
You put a finger to your lips in a ‘shh’ motion. He was clearly struggling to contain his fantasies. Knowing this, You bounced a little harder against him to fully sink your glistening cunt onto his girthy cock.
He might not look like he gets bitches. But fuck, his dick was 11 inches…. !
The obscene noises made you both even hornier for each other, his cock making
fap fap fap noises into your cunny and your cunt continually squelching and squeezing against him made it feel like fucking heaven. He was so grateful he was able to get a tight cunt like yours. He never wanted to leave it !
He swears his brain turned to mush—hazy and sluggish. All he could grasp about reality was how your sweet gummy walls were squeezing his cock. It was like she had a mind of her own, joyous and happy at the feel of him inside of her, like she personally took a liking to his cock. Just sucking him in like a vacuum.
“Oh fuuuck baby—I can feel… hgn~ feel you—ahh~… inside me…..feels s’gooood~♡!” You felt like you were on cloud 9, as if it was Black Friday, hearing those sales go 80% off, your eyes were dilated—rolled back. Feeling his cock fuck into you—veiny, and girthy, bulge very noticeable in your tummy— You would’ve thought you were 3 weeks pregnant.
He moaned hard hearing your pretty voice, you were like a siren, luring him to drive deeper into your cunt with your pretty moans.
You feel him grind his hips up to fuck into you faster, you felt so fucking good, but you had to stop, the plan was to edge him till he felt like doing anything you asked and you weren’t too fucked out not to forget how he was ignoring you.
You slow down your bouncing. You knew your cunny was gonna try to hold on to him as much as she could, but you had to put yourself first….
He whimpered into your neck, hands still holding onto the desk. He was frustrated. Almost having come into your sweet cunt, like a sneeze he couldn’t get out— huffing and puffing leading up to it. He practically begged you. To let him cum
“Please mommy, can’t— I can’t…. mhm~ take it, anymore… need y’so bad ahg…need you rlly bad mommy, need you….pleasse—please—plsss~♡!” This was music to your fucking ears, he was so desperate, he even called you mommy. This was his first time calling you something like that. You flushed hard. You didn’t know your otaku boyfriend being needy and whimpering could be so fucking sexy.
“Promise— haah~ promise ….. you’ll listen— gahh~ to me~♡!” You say, although you were going slower, the feeling of him in your cunt still got you going. “Fuck baby— anything you, mhmm~ need….anything you ask for !” He promised to pay attention to you from now on. You smirk at the declaration. “Pinky promise~?” You muttered, out of breath. “P-pinky promise…” you reached back to intertwine fingers with him.
“Take control baby~!” Upon giving him the green light he didn’t let any second go to waste. He grabbed onto your hips, and rammed you onto his cock. Strands of his hair plastered to his forehead. The bounce of your tits, the jiggle in your hips—recoiling. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Fap fap fap. You can feel his hips twitching. He was fucking up into you. Hard. He was clearly Pent up. It wasn’t gonna take much for you to cum.
He thought you looked so hot in that k-angel outfit. Everything was practically still on, just with your pink silky panties twisted to the side. One of your thigh highs were Down and the other was still up, giving him a view of your jiggly thighs. The long pigtails in your hair moving and bouncing along with his thrusts p, it was sending heat to his cock.
“Ahh~ … shit baby, m’gonna—gonna cum, please cum in me—please baby, need it, need your seed…. in me mhnm~♡!!! Upon saying the magic words You swear he pounds into you faster, hips slamming and stuttering into you like a hammer. Your drool drops onto your bouncy tits. You felt so fuckimg good.
You felt his lips latch and suckle onto your neck, you were feeling so many sensations, the slam of his hips, the bounce of your tits, and his hand rubbing on your clit. Your hips stuttered as you orgasmed on his cock. You felt your cunt squelch as he continues the pace, fucking your droopy cum back into you, as he chases his own orgasm.
His cock uncontrollably twitches inside your cunt—overwhelmeimg you—making you feel good, despite cumming already.
"Y-you, feels so— i– ah—! ohh... shit, fuck… g’unna come… agh.. g’nna—fill you up~♡!” He felt his cock tighten up as he finally came into your overwhelming heat of a cunt. Of course your cunny sucked him dry in return.
You finally relax and slump against him. Feeling his sticky seed slosh around your tummy—he fucked it into you. Your tummy’s gonna be feeling full for some time. You just hope you’re able to clean all of the cum good enough—luckily you were on the pill.
His gaming chair was a sticky mess from the both of you. Your nerdy boyfriend gets a clean wet rag to clean the both of you off.
“Still up for playing roblox?” You nodded your head, still a bit hazy from your orgasm—the thought of playing around with your cube character still up for fun though.
“Fuck, I should take some photos of you—you look so fucking cute right now.” He muttered to himself. Your boyfriend reaches over to the computer monitor to set up the game. Only to realize that the server he was in before was still running.
Fuck, his mic was still on too… he’s pretty sure those degernates have already gooned to your voice.
I’ve been seeing more Black readers wanting to write x reader stories that actually center poc readers—and that’s such a good way to create representation and explore dynamics that usually get ignored. While this post can apply to everyone, I wrote it with Black women in mind. They’re constantly targeted with hate on this app, left without real representation, and often made to feel too afraid to share their work. And just to be clear—before the ignorant ones show up—yes, x reader fics are meant to avoid assuming identity and stay “inclusive.” But if that were really happening, people wouldn’t have to dig through endless stories full of stuff like "you blushed bright red," "...pale skin," "he ran his fingers through your straight, silky hair," or "he was mesmerized by your blue eyes." That’s not inclusivity. This post is here to encourage and uplift writers who deserve to see themselves in the stories they love.
So here are some tips to help you get started:
➹ Starting Out
1. Pick your character/fandom first.
Who do you want the reader to interact with? Who is driving your motivation? Choosing a specific character gives you immediate direction.
2. Decide on the vibe.
Fluff, angst, romance, horror, or erotica? Knowing the tone makes it easier to start writing scenes.
3. Start small.
Instead of planning a giant fic, write a short drabble (like 300–700 words). You can always expand later!
✍️🏽 Writing POC Reader
Normalize the reader’s identity. Don’t overexplain—just weave details naturally, like references to skin tones, hair textures, cultural foods, or experiences. Avoid stereotypes. Instead of making the story about being a Black, let it be about the relationship/plot while still honoring identity (unless that's what the story is about).
Use inclusivity in description. Instead of “her cheeks flushed red,” you might say “their cheeks warmed” or describe a glow/undertone. If you do reference appearance, tie it to beauty and pride.
Tag your work properly!! If you do reference specific hair textures (like coils) or distinct skin tones, just make sure to tag it or mention it in the header so people looking for something else can scroll past.
Examples for Inspiration:
"At times like this, you envied bald people. Your coils were trapping the humid air against your scalp, the thick heat thriving enough to drive you crazy."
"You smoothed oil down your thighs, watching the dim bedroom light catch the way your brown skin gleamed against the sheets."
"You didn't turn around, but you could feel his gaze tracing the curve of your lips, completely mesmerized by the texure of your hair, your [blank] figure, and the deep, warm glow of your skin in the sunlight."
📚 Writing Techniques
Use second person pov (“you”). That’s the core of x reader writing.
Think like a scene director. Imagine what “you” are doing, how the character reacts, and the emotions.
To really make your scenes pop, you have to play with the actual rhythm of your sentences. The way a sentence is structured dictates the reader's mental and physical state.
Experiment with narration styles!
Play with sentence length. Use long, drawn-out sentences with sensory details when you want a scene to feel heavy, suffocating, or deeply sensual. Then, smash the reader with short, blunt sentences when the tension breaks or something terrifying happens.
Dialogue is gold. It brings out chemistry quickly, but you don’t need a constant back-and-forth to make a story good. Sometimes, the quiet standoff, the heavy silence, or a single, lingering look says more than a whole page of talking.
Show, don’t tell. Instead of writing "you were embarrassed or scared," break down the physical reaction. Write about the sharp catch of breath in your throat, the small, crooked smile you try to hide, or the way your nails dig into your palm to keep from trembling. "You dropped your gaze, but couldn’t hide the small, crooked smile that threatened to break through." Don't take this too literally—sometimes it's best to just name the feeling instead of going on and on.
☆ Tips for Staying Motivated
Write for yourself first, audience second! If you don't love the story, nobody else can do it justice.
Don’t compare your progress. Everyone starts somewhere, and your style will find its own natural rhythm over time.
Test the waters. Post short drabbles on Tumblr, AO3, or Wattpad. Seeing how people respond to small snippets can help you grow without the pressure of a massive project.
Save your inspiration. Keep screenshots, build specific music playlists to anchor the mood of a scene, or save aesthetic boards. It all helps spark ideas when you hit a wall.
Write for dead or tiny fandoms!! If the inspiration is there, DO IT! You'll usually find a small, incredibly dedicated group of readers who are starving for what you're creating.
Basic decency!
Always give people credit where it's due. Writers love knowing their work inspired someone else—it's the highest compliment you can pay. If a specific scene or dynamic sparked an idea for your own fic, drop a note to say that! And if you use someone’s artwork, graphics, or custom dividers to style your post, GIVE THEM CREDIT! Keep the community supportive and respectful.
tw for kinda debilitating language and weird questions. oc writing under cut
Aloise stifled a laugh at hearing the shout through her front door as she prepared breakfast. Stepping away from the toaster, they headed towards the door and opened it. Outside stood Seri, holding an envelope with a grin. Sure, the village was quite solitarity, but it's citizens still recieved mail every now and then. She supposed this was what was happening now, as Seri shoved the envelope at Aloise's chest.
"Tis' I, the mailman, here to give thy' their mail," They said, clearly finding amusement in Aloise's bewilderment.
"Ah. Thanks, I suppose," He responded, grabbing the envelope and turning it over in his hands, observing it. "It doesn't have an address."
"It doesn't?" As Seri leaned over to steal a glance, they confirmed it, yes, no address. "Do you….want me to give it back?"
The avian glanced up, smiling. "Nah. I'm good. Think of it like a mystery or something."
The fox giggled, tail swishing behind them, "Alrighty then. Have fun with your mystery," They teased, walking off with a wave.
Aloise laughed, waving back. They stepped further back into the house, closing the door behind them. He set the envelope down on the kitchen table, and grabbed the pieces of toast, setting them down on a plate and spread butter on them. After putting everything back, they grabbed a cup of water and filled it up. Taking everything to the table, he sat down.
A couple bites in, he turned to stare at the letter. Against all better judgement, he sighed, opening the letter carefully. Inside sat two folded papers. She took the outhermost paper, unfolding it.
Please complete both forms A and B at your earlier convenience and return to this address- [XXXXXXXX]
FORM A, PLEASE ANSWER IN COMPLETE SENTENCES WITH CORRECT GRAMMAR. THINK CAREFULLY BEFORE YOU ANSWER.
I- What is your name?
Aloise gaped, staring at the forms. Well, there was the address she wanted, he supposed. She focused, looking to read the rest of the form.
II- What is the worst experience of your life?
III- You are safe now, you have said so yourself. Why are you upset? Please answer in detail. NOTE - I couldn't save them isn't a viable answer.
IV- Do you truly know how long it has been since you felt cold blood on your palms, mending every single blossoming wound? If you truly know this, why haven't you come back. Define "home," little wing.
END OF FORM A.
He coughed, shocked by the questions. Swallowing, she set the form to the side, and picked up the next. He knew this was from EndCorp. Gods, they really just couldn't leave him alone, could they?
FORM B, PLEASE CIRCLE YOUR ANSWER. THINK CAREFULLY BEFORE YOU ANSWER.
I- What is wrong with you?
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a. I acted on impulse.
b. I hurt everyone.
c. I'm afraid.
d. I don't know.
II- Are you cursed?
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a. Yes.
b. No.
c. I'm not sure.
III- Do you regret it?
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a. Yes.
b. Why wouldn't I?
IV- Do you know it's your fault?
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a. Of course.
b. I'm not there yet.
END OF FORM B.
THANK YOU FOR COMPLETING THIS SURVEY.
….Gods. That hurt, to say the least. She set the forms to the side, stuffing them in her bag. That was for later. Going back to eating was probably for the best.
Ah, yes, the meetings. Now that Aloise was sixteen, he was now mostly required to attend them, but that was to say she didn't before. To be recognized as a village, they had to have at least something close to a mayor, to which Ennie was appointed as a few years before Aloise came. The meetings were casual, mostly just hangouts with excessive usage of expletives. Oh, and the usually non-existent required paperwork. Again, these were only so they were considered a village. Aloise sighed, leaning back in the couch. Boring.
She raised a hand to shuffle through her bag for something, anything, to do. Her hand grazed two papers, and she grabbed, lightly tugging them out. Oh. Right. The forms. She didn't necessarily want send them back, but she supposed it'd be fine to fill them out. Pulling out a pen, she laid the sheets in her lap, zoning out and filling out the things half-heartedly. It was easy, to just do that.
"-oise! ALS!" A voice knocked her out of her thoughts, and Aloise's head shot up.
Ems stood in front of her, an eyebrow raised and looking slightly concerned. "You alright? I was trying to ask ya if you wanted to join us in playing Monopoly."
Aloise blinked. "Ah. Uhm, sure, yeah, one second," He said, placing the pen back in his bag.
Ems tilted her head. "What are those papers?" She inquired, moving to pick them up. Aloise froze.
"Oh. uh, I think EndCorp sent them- I didn't plan to send them back, I was just bored, and needed something to do, and-" Aloise rambled, staring up nervously at the older woman.
"Sweetheart…." Ems said, reading the papers, her expression long fallen. "I- As your therapist and legal guardian, these are being confiscated," she said, trying to keep the tone light, lightly tapping Aloise on the head with the papers.
"Ah- I- okay then," He said, watching as Ems folded up the papers and put them in her folder.
"C'mon. Monopoly time, eh?" She asked, outstreching a hand which was taken.
This, in Aloise's opinion, was way better than any of those questions had been.
I havent posted my writing in a while so this is officially me coming back to it! This is the cover and some art for a fic i just posted that can be read below— 15k word oneshot examining Dolly and Rosie’s early relationship in the Prairie Fire au and the details of Dolly’s past. Warning for dark/adult content, pls heed the warnings in the tags on the fic itself
