thinking about eren helping you out with your of/twt
when you finally want to switch up your content and abide by what your subscribers have been asking for you ask eren .
you've been making and posting a particular set of salacious videos to your twt to promote your of. you fondling your fat tits and rubbing body oil all them. circling your pretty clit while fully spread of course, in your signature purple mask, moaning sweetly to your eager audience. stuffing a variety of big monster/alien dildos inside you— sticking it to the wall for a good shot, from below, of you fucking yourself on it, quivering because its too much to take while your cum drips down onto the camera. or your favourite the dildo stuck to the floor the camera capturing your arse sinking down on a big purple cock, hearing, more salaciously— watching you take it then satisfying have it all inside your legs crossed inward at an angle for the feet fanatics while bouncing on it.
oh it was little ole eren favourite. the quiet boy in your world politics class. sombre yet more expressive with his friends. the boy always first in the lecture hall, not a teacher's pet per say but definitely intelligent. he always said hi, not always verbally. a nod was his main form of communication but he' has escalated. a squeeze on your arm as he walks down to the seats closer to the board or when your outside on campus.
now, does he know it’s you when he locks himself in his dorm room, pops in his earphones and strokes his cock to the personal video he paid for from you on of? no. so imagine when you ask him for a tiny favour. subscribers were getting restless with the cold plastic dildos and fake cum that they milk out of you.
"how about you take the real thing?" the commenter meant himself, but it really got you thinking... "the real thing"
eren — he'd look good in a mask and if not, his hair is long enough to cover his face, while he fucks you, in multiple camera angles.
you were shaking trying to get the words out. the class had just ended, the lecture hall was empty and he was looking up at you from a few rows below, patiently waiting for you. a little bit confused but kind enough to wait for you to form the words. "i can't hear you. let me-" when he walks on up to you, closer, taller, tucking away loose strands behind his ear, his tall and lean frame looming over you. "help with class? i can do that" he answers, intrigued at why you, with a higher grade than him would want his help. "no, no. not class..."
when you finally spit it all out. "just fuck you..."
"yeah i can pay you... you'll wear a mask"
"uhh no."
"im sorry for asking. i shouldn't have-"
"no, you don't have to pay me"
oh
oh
the first meet was nerve-wracking. you got ready as usual bathed, trimmed and waited for him. three light knocks. you greet him in a robe, locking the door before you both head to your bedroom. 2 cameras were set up facing the bed. one right in front and the other at the right. a 3rd camera was for eren to hold. the beds empty besides pillows, duvets and 2 masks, one black and the other purple. "please put this on" when you finally put on yours does he recognise you. "you ready?" you give him the hand-held camera.
recording...
in frame is eren legs spread in his boxers, a prominent bulge present as you crawl up stroking his dick through his boxers. he tries to keep the camera steady and his moans quiet, but a few keep spilling out. you let out small gasp when you pull down his boxers and his cock springs free. bigger than expected—he grins and moans when you stroked it against your face— certainly bigger than anything you've taken so far. that's proven when you wrap your mouth around his cock. tight fit. worse when eren reaches out grabs hold of your twists and makes his cock hit the back of your throat. when he pulls you off you take deep breaths and saliva coating his cock connecting to your mouth. he does it again and again and again.
cut-
next was eren above you holding your thick thighs together and over his shoulder as he fucked his cock between them. it was your turn to keep the camera steady and your moans quiet. watching his big cock just slide through, sliming your inner thighs with his pre-cum, dragging it back and forth. Beyond the camera, with the camera positioned squarely on his sculpted abdomen he took of the mask, ran his finger through his hair, glistening in sweat, his jaw locked and mouth agape he pushed your thighs open hastily grabbed the phone and started to slide it against your clothed cunt. pressed his cock against the white lace, moved back to poke your clit with his leaking cock, dragging it up and down and right into your slit— when he does you gasp and he just chuckles. Pulling the centre of the lace up he wraps it around his cock, now pressed directly against your core he slides up and down. teasing.
cut-
last shot was him with his mask still off his hair covering his face. you were face down ass up on the bed. he took time to wrap his hands around it shaking it a bit, watching it jiggle. he then grabs your waist and pulls you into him. you back into him, your arse seductively shaking. giving his cock a few strokes he finally pushes it in. as he bottoms out your knees shake and you start to move forward, away from him— “no. no. take it. i know you can. take. it.” he pulls you back on his cock slamming back in. he goes at it fucking the full length of his cock into you, rapidly and repeatedly. it made your eyes water and moan uncontrollably. when you knees gave out he pulled you up wrapped one arm over your chest and the other over your clit. back arched and pressed against him, you came as he continued his lustful assault on your cunt.
when he got close, when he really felt you cum and squeeze around him he bit down on your shoulder to keep his moans down. he came inside. warm, creamy and it felt incredibly good, nothing like the cold milky lube you used with the dildos. he buried himself inside you. laid you back down the bed, face down, grabbed the camera to the right, spread your legs and got the cum shot. filmed his cock sliding out and the cum running out your pretty convulsing cunt
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.
guess who graduated today!!!!!! (hint hint: it’s me)i thought it was only right to grace you guys with a dry humping drabble in celebration 🥳
1.7k words | unedited 😬
“We shouldn’t be doing this…”
His voice comes out rough, raspy. Slightly breathless from the heated make-out session the two of you had just been tangled up in moments prior. His lips are still swollen from your kisses, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.
“Please, Sen…” your own voice rises into a needy whine, hands refusing to stay still as they wander over him again—grabbing at his shirt, his arms, anything you can reach. “I need you so badly.”
He looks down at you.
You can practically see the gears turning in his head.
He looks down at you, his gaze wavering as he mentally thinks of the risks of entertaining you here and now.
“We really shouldn’t,” he sighs again, though the pink tint creeping across his ears gives him away immediately.
You don't bother arguing.
Instead, you just stare up at him through your lashes, bottom lip jutting out into a pout so shamelessly manipulative that you're almost proud of yourself. A face you knew he couldn’t deny.
“Chrome’s just downstairs,” he reminds you weakly.
“That guy could sleep through a hurricane,” you shoot back immediately. Your hands slide up his chest again as you shift closer, thighs brushing his.
“C’mon…” you whine softly, breath warm against his lips. “It’s been so long.” The words come out embarrassingly needy. You don't even care; at this point, dignity is the least of your concerns.
You need him.
Your hips rock forward before you can stop yourself, seeking friction, seeking something. Anything.
“Please.”
That seems to be his breaking point.
Senku moves back slightly, staring at you with uncertain eyes. His lips part like he's about to say something—probably another logical argument. Another reminder of why this is a bad idea.
You don't give him the chance.
Your hands come up to cup his face, fingers slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck before you pull him back toward you. The kiss is immediate. Hungry and desperate.
The second your lips meet, whatever argument he'd been trying to form dies before it can leave his mouth. His breath catches, and for the briefest moment he freezes before immediately kissing you back with equal desperation.
Your mouths move together in a way that feels almost frantic. Every soft press of his lips against yours only leaves you wanting—no—needing more. You chase him whenever he pulls away for air, and he follows when you do the same.
It's ridiculous—pathetic, honestly.
Neither of you seem capable of staying away from each other for more than a few seconds.
The room fills with the quiet sounds of it—shaky breaths, muffled sighs, the faint sound of lips meeting again and again. Your fingers tighten their grip in his hair while his hands wander restlessly over your waist, your hips, your back, never staying in one place for long.
You can feel the hesitation slowly bleeding out of him with every passing second. Feel his resolve crumbling beneath your hands.
You tilt your head and deepen the kiss, and Senku makes a sound against your lips that sends a shiver racing down your spine. It's quiet—barely audible—but it's there.
His grip tightens immediately afterward, as though he's embarrassed you heard it. As though he can somehow take it back.
You only smile against him.
The realization makes him groan softly before pulling you even closer, and victory blooms warm in your chest. Your tongue slips into his mouth, keeping him occupied exactly as intended, and the kiss turns messy after that. All-consuming. The kind that leaves your lungs burning and your thoughts thoroughly scattered.
You barely register the fact that you're moving until the backs of Senku's knees hit the cot tucked into the corner of the room.
The impact makes him stumble.
The loud sounds of your kissing fill the room, mouths wet and hungry as you continue pushing him back. His hands tighten around your waist instinctively, trying to steady himself, but you don't give him the chance to recover.
You pull back from the kiss just long enough to look him in the eyes, palms splayed across his chest.
Then you shove.
Senku drops onto the bed without much hassle.
He's panting, eyes blown wide as he watches you climb on top of him. His hands immediately come to grip your hips the second you settle your weight atop him, fingers digging into your sides.
Your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips.
Then back up again.
Your need is obvious, and the only thing stopping you from ravaging him outright is his misplaced moral high ground.
The second your lips meet his again, whatever coherent thought he'd managed to hold onto evaporates. A small whimper slips into the kiss before he can stop it, and suddenly his grip on your hips isn't there to steady you anymore—it's guiding you, pulling you closer—encouraging every drag of your body against his.
His bulge presses up against you, and the friction pulls a helpless sound from your throat. Not enough. It's nowhere near enough. Yet somehow it's already making your head spin.
The flush across his face deepens, spreading all the way to his neck. His eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back against the pillows, looking completely dazed beneath you. Barely able to form words.
You take advantage of it immediately.
Shoving your face into his neck, you lick and suck along the curve of his jaw. Your lips trail lower and lower, leaving a beautiful array of hickies in their wake.
A sign of your affection.
His breathing grows heavier with every passing second.
You roll your hips down against him again and his own immediately juts up to meet yours, stuttering beneath you. The motion lacks any real rhythm, more instinct than anything else.
It's too much and not enough all at once.
Every grind of your hips seems to make him lose a little more of whatever self-control he had left.
Which is exactly why, before things can get any further out of hand, he finally decides to take control back.
You barely have time to register the shift before you're the one staring up at him.
One second you're on top of him, rolling your hips down against him and drinking down every little whimper that escapes into your mouth. The next, you're staring up at the ceiling, the cot creaking beneath your weight as Senku settles over you.
You blink up at him, breathless.
For a moment neither of you say anything.
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he looks down at you, lips swollen, eyes dark and focused in a way that makes heat curl low in your stomach. He looks just as affected as you feel.
You licked your lips apprehensively and caught Senku’s eyes as you reached down and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts before slowly lowering them down your legs.
“Damn…” he whispered huskily.
By the time your shorts are discarded somewhere beside the bed, you're left lying there in nothing but your underwear, and Senku drinks in the sight of you unabashedly.
His eyes drag over every inch of exposed skin. For someone who'd spent the last several minutes insisting this was a bad idea, he certainly isn't looking away.
Then he's moving.
He crawls over you, knees settling between your thighs and nudging them farther apart. He drops down onto his elbows, lips meeting yours in a frenzied kiss, one which you reciprocated fully in turn, especially when he gradually began sinking his weight down upon you, his pelvis meeting yours, letting you feel his hardness through the thin fabric of your underwear.
“Mmph, Senku…!” you moan wantonly against his lips, opening your legs and wrapping them around him.
The sound seems to do something to him.
Senku lets out a groan deep into your mouth as his hips begin rocking back and forth. The friction between your bodies sends sparks of pleasure skittering through both of you, and whatever rhythm he starts with quickly falls apart. His movements become messy. Completely uncoordinated as he grinds himself against you.
The fabric separating the two of you was soaked by now, and Senku was clearly struggling to maintain control of his arousal.
You welcomed all of it.
You want him so badly you can barely think straight. Every coherent thought that enters your head immediately gets drowned out by another grind of his hips, another kiss, another groan caught between your mouths.
At this point, you couldn't care less about the repercussions.
The two of you just kept going.
Senku's pre-cum spilled from the tip, mixing with the slick you'd been producing and creating a sticky, wet mess between the two of you. Every movement only seemed to spread it further, making each grind of your bodies against one another feel even better than the last.
It felt so good, yet the greedy part of you still wanted more.
Every inch of him.
You found yourself wishing your panties would somehow be pushed aside, wishing he could finally feel you properly instead of through layers of damp fabric. The thought alone was enough to make you throb.
But alas, even you had some restraint.
So you settled for this.
The two of you kept grinding against one another, kisses growing sloppier and sloppier as the line between pleasure and desperation blurred. Every gasp was swallowed by the other's mouth. Every groan dissolved into another heated kiss.
It wasn't long before the tension finally snapped.
Your body trembled beneath him as pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and boneless against the cot. Senku wasn't far behind. A broken groan spilled from his lips as he buried his face against your neck, his hips stuttering through the last of it.
When it was over, your underwear was thoroughly drenched—evidence of both your pleasure and his.
Senku's release spilled across your stomach, warm against your skin.
A small frown immediately tugged at your lips.
Even through your ragged breathing, you managed a huff.
"Such a waste..."
Senku lifted his head just enough to look at you. For a moment, he didn't say anything.
Then he shifted back onto his knees, fingers hooking wordlessly into the waistband of your panties.
"How about you let me make it up to you?"
an: love how my first course of action once getting home was to write smut… you can take the girl out of the hyperfixation but you can’t take the hyperfixation out the girl
on another, sappier note— i’m very excited to be finished with this first chapter of my life 🥹 honestly didn’t think i’d make it this far but here we are. and you know i had to double it!!! (got my diploma AND my AAS [more specifically ASN])
writing is a big comfort of mine so i’m glad to say i dedicated a lot of my free time toward the craft. anyway i doubt yall are actually reading this but yeah!! im super hyped rn (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)
this is exhilarating, get excited!
(also may or may not be open to a face reveal 👀👀👀 if anyone cares heh…)
You and Higuruma don't have sex often, not because either of you don't want to, you both are either too busy or too tired— but when you do...
Higuruma loves to lodge his big cock in your mouth. Make you gag around him as his tip hits the back of your throat.
Higuruma prefer to take it slow at first. He loves mindnumbing intimate sex that leaves you both mindlessly fucking, in a lustful bliss fucking into each other.
Higuruma fucks for hours, overstimulating you both, to the point where you're just drooling while he lays on top of you, his eyes shut chanting "I love you" while he fucks more of his cum inside you.
Higuruma loves to fuck you so good, for so long— breed you so much, a ring of his cum forms at the rim of his cock and your pussy.
Higuruma also prefers you in a mating press, to press you down and repeatedly breed you, so he can watch all his cum slide out of you when he finally pulls out.
can i just say how ridiculous it is that black & poc readers still have to scream and shout about being represented properly in fics?? you’d think that people would get the hint by now, but no. you still have your plain old, brunette with long straight hair and pale skin. like don’t you guys think it’s getting old? it’s 2026.
WHERE IS THE TRUE INCLUSIVITY?
specifically writers who have the “x reader” inserted. i’m so sorry but your fic is NOT x reader if you have your own descriptions of the readers inserted—you’re literally creating an OC. my skin does not flush pink, no he did not run his fingers through my hair, nor did they glide through that easily. and yes, many may say “make your own fics” and i do!!!! but we should not have to fight for representation if your fic is for READERS. it’s supposed to be all readers, no? so why are you inserting certain characteristics that not everyone has? of course you don’t know what all of your readers look like, which is why you don’t add things like that in there. it’s easier for many people not to feel this struggle and to tell us to “stop being dramatic” because YOU don’t have to experience that.
it’s completely unfair to the fans that would love to see themselves represented more and can’t, because writers in 2026 have yet to realize that not everyone has pale skin, flowy hair, and a slim figure.
and make sure your comments are kind!!! “I love this so much!” and “this is amazing! I’m so excited for what happens next” are more likely to get your favorite fics updated than “when will we get the next chapter?”
I’m legit so tired of bitches complaining about black!reader. Tfym all black!reader does is party, smoke, and strip? So many fics of black!reader being a scholar, a bimbo, ex-wife, wifey, wifey to girlfriend, girlfriend to ex girlfriend, tutor, needing a tutor, a baker- i mean the list goes on AND THESE ARE ALL FICS THAT HAVE RECENTLY BEEN RELEASED! Mind you these types of fics have also been released on black!reader tumblr for YEARS! I’ve been on this account for a few years now and black!reader is never just some random ignorant, ass shaking bitch. Even when shaking ass, all of these girlies put in so much work to give her personality, a backstory, and emotions. Not only have I seen one black fic writer write a range of black!reader, I’ve seen MULTIPLE black writers on here write a range of black!reader. It’s not just a matter of you not finding the right account, it’s a matter of you just ignoring the damn fics and not looking for them. DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE FUCKING SINNERS FICS BECAUSE HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT BLACK WRITERS HAVE DONE FOR BLACK!READER WITH SMOKE AND STACK?! Yea stop playing these girlies like that aint put hella time, energy, and thought into these fucking works that they do FOR FREE! Even if they want to only write black!reader as “ghetto” and as someone who shakes ass THEY HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO DO WHAT THEY FUCK THEY WANT! If you want something different WRITE IT YOUR FUCKING SELF! Everyone does this shit for FREE and for the damn love of the game. Black women can’t even create in peace without random bitches getting on their ass? Can Black women please just be left the fuck alone ESPECIALLY by their OWN FUCKING PEOPLE?! Damn yall pmo.
To every Black fic writer out there that’s creating for us to enjoy, please continue unapologetically. Please let black!reader shake ass, get degrees, get married, have kids, get divorced. I’ve seen too many black writers leave this platform and deal with constant harassment and negativity. I love you and all of us who are enjoying yout content loves you too!
After a long gruelling day at work, he’d just lay back, his hand at your hips as you lined his cock inside you. It’d be slow at first relaxing into the pleasure. Watching you grind against his cock, maybe bounce here and there but just rock back and forth.
Still, it was too much for you wasn’t it, you’d also had a tiresome day yet wanted nothing else but to scratch the itch that’s been pestering you the entire day. H watched you with delight, sure he isn’t one to smile but you could see it in the way he looked up at you tired, yes but wanting… Your slow pace made you cum twice the first you put your all into you leaned into him arched your back pressed your tits against him and bounced on his cock. Him rubbing your back while it all happened, so tender, just letting you use him push you over the edge.
Higuruma continued to run his hand across your back as laid panting against his shoulder, drooling. The second time you had your hand anchoring you as you ground into him, head flung back just feeling his cock inside of you. Full, filled and he let you. You yelped when he moved his right hand from your hips to your clit, rubbing. He just looked up at you, the same tired yet lustful gaze till you came.
Now the third time you were really trying, you were on your feet bouncing on his cock, but your thighs gave out, they quaked, violently shaking getting you back on your knees. “Come here” and you collapsed into him. He gave you a few moments to breathe before he wrapped his arms across your back, raised his knees and ploughed into you with a fever that left you with your mouth hung open moaning.
When you came, he followed feeling hot thick ropes of cum fill you was so deliciously mind-numbing. “Are you okay baby?” “Mmhm” … “Let- let me you run you a bath” “No, just stay like this for a bit, okay?” you said as you rocked back into his cock.
collegeboy!senku who was a full time grad student and (the campus’s most popular) Ta for Dr. Xeno’s astrophysics class.
collegeboy!senku who’s popularity didn’t come from how well he was a Ta… oh no…. senku was known for being both incredibly smart and insanely attractive— a combination that’s rare to find in that stuffy ole science building.
collegeboy!senku who always had more than the normal amount of students in his office hours for “tutoring”. he never really had the heart to turn them away, anyone who’s a willing participant of science was welcome to stay— even if they were practically drooling as he re-explained his lecture during lab.
collegeboy!senku who was not interested in the multiple attempts of girls trying to profess their love. he was a busy guy with a busy life. confessions had no room when science was fastly progressing….
(however, if they were professing their desire to lend a hand on his thesis he’d answer that request in a heartbeat.)
collegeboy!senku who says he never picked favorites when it came to his students and helpers— which, was mostly true but, everyone knew he had a right hand woman who he’d be around 24/7 like clock work.
collegeboy!senku who doesn’t need to explain himself, nothing was going on between you two. you’re just in the same department as he is. why wouldn’t he come to visit on his down time, or bring you food when he thinks you’ve been in the lab too long, or even ask if you needed help with your research because he was “free” at the time?
collegeboy!senku who one day gets asked if there’s anyone on campus that’d he’d go out with. in which he humored them and responded with a simple “maybe” and nothing else.
collegeboy!senku who knew more than anyone not to give his students an inch… because he knows they’ll make a mile. every other second he’d hear a cluster of girls theorizing on who it might be.
some whispers he hears the name of one his students, no. then he’d hear maybe it could be a professor, hell no. he even heard that it could be luna from the pre med department, absolutely not.
the guesses eventually die down, not that he really cared either way.
Is it really that scandalous, that disgusting, that you simply wanted cock in your face? A lengthy girthy cock laid across your face with an erotic scent emanating from it. The ridge of a big cock pressed against your mouth, the tip tapped on your waiting tongue. You loved being on your knees, deep throating a cock. You loved gagging around Gojo’s cock. Feeling it hit the back of your throat. The weird yet delicious, almost sweet taste of his cock and pre-cum. You rubbed your clit faster watching him look down at you, his hand resting on your head guiding you, pouting his lips as you bobbed your head on his cock before biting them to muffle his moans. “Fuuuck.”
On his right Nanami was carefully stroking his cock. His mouth agape watching you utterly consume Gojo’s cock before releasing his cock with a ‘pop’ gasping for air with exhilarating grin spread across your innocent face. The lewd sight of a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting from Gojo’s tip to your tongue made him grip the base of his cock to stop him from cumming. Gojo was clearly close too, moaning audibly then gripping Nanami’s forearm before looking at him with a grin and throwing his arm over his shoulders. The men were so close their thighs were touching. Nanami felt Gojo buck his hips when you started stroking his cock and licking his cum-covered balls. Even leaning into Nanami moaning as he finally came on your tits and mouth.
Shuffling between Nanami’s legs, you rose up, still kneeling, to squeeze his cock in between your large tits delightfully decorated with cum. He rocked up and down to fuck your tits. He would not admit it, but it turned him on seeing Gojo’s cum on your tits. Gojo’s cum sliding down and making a sticky, slimy mess of his cock. When you were satisfied with how coated Nanami’s cock was you took it whole. Tasting Gojo’s cum on Nanami’s cock, you came. Your laden thighs shook and cum covered your fingers. Quivering with your head laid on his pelvis, pressed against his cock. When you came down from your high, you licked the ridges of his cock just like before, the way he likes.
Releasing his arm from Nanami’s shoulders, Gojo joined you on the carpet. He grabbed your wrist, raised it and dragged his tongue across your fingers. He split your fingers open to drink every morsel of your cum so deliciously coated on your fingers. Gojo took each finger while smirking up at Nanami. Done, he placed his hand at the back of your head.
“Yeah, slow down… he needs to savour this.” You continued to suck his cock at the leisure of Satoru Gojo. When his cock was fully lodged in your mouth, Gojo held your head in place making your gag around his cock, just the way you like it, blonde pubic hair pressed against your nose, tears brimming, and bringing Nanami to the edge of cumming “Oh, yeah… looks like he likes that.” He repeated the motion, slowing down when Nanami got close.
Both you and Gojo enjoyed seeing Nanami lustfully in peril. Watching his thighs quake and his thrusts in the air when yet another orgasm was stolen from him. Fortunately, Gojo had mercy for his fellow sorcerer, “now make him cum.”
“Make. Him. Cum.” He emphasised as he manoeuvred your head on his cock, releasing you then watching as Nanami messily squirt his cum into your mouth, onto your cheeks and some on your tits.
“Good girl, let him come in your mouth… Fuuuck…” Gojo placed his index finger under your chin and aggressively pulled you towards him. “Don’t swallow. Open your mouth.” Mouth agape, he kissed you. Lewdly exchanging Nanami’s cum in their mouths. Nanami watched the sweat drip down Gojo’s throat and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed his cum before moving down to suck your tits.
Gojo took a moment to look back up at Nanami. “We made such a mess on your tits, Kento. Come down here and help me clean your up.” And he did just that. He got on his knees, wrapped his arm along your back and began with his cum on your chubby cheeks, dragging his tongue along the side of your mouth collecting it in his before towering over you. “Open your mouth, baby.” The long string of cum slowly dripped into your mouth made his cock twitch. As soon as it did, Nanami leaned down to kiss you before moving down to your tits to lap up the cum.
He took a moment watching Gojo circle your dark nipple with his tongue while looking up at your, his fingers between your legs ploughing into you.
Nanami licked in long strokes gathering his and Gojo’s cum with his tongue to your nipple, to then swallow and suck around it. Both men stroked their cocks the entire time. You came 2 more times during the ordeal.
okay I'm sorry but like SOO like this piss me off .So much because why is every time what even a black fan picture with like black readers like oh "all we love a cock all we love a cock" ,all we want to do about FUCK. like it gets to a point when it's so annoying when you're looking up someone about your own race and all you hear all we love is sex or sexist or sexist the hell you on Black History Month like the hell not only thing we have on our minds are sexy and annoying as FUCK
When I write fics or mini-pieces like this one I don't think about every black fan in existence and how it must align with each individual black fans' sensibility. This is a snippet of a larger piece I am still working on that I'll post on ao3 but thought my writing for this smut-specific section was mildy good so let me post it here.
As a black girl myself I understand your frustration, you are looking for fluff, more fics depicting what YOU would like to see, why don't YOU write it then. I did the same, I saw the minuscule number or black writers and decided to contribute. Please don't reblog my fics to slander me and my work. It's already hard to muster up the confidence and fever to write again without people like you sending hate comments. I have 70 followers with 1 fic and 3 drabbles now posted. This fic you reblogged has less than 100 notes. Why target me or anyone else for that matter? If you don't like it SCROLL!
Black women have been sexualised, fetishised and subsequently stripped of their sexuality, having it owned by people, a system outside of ourselves. In a frankly, detrimental response people in the black community stripped it from us, beat into us not to express the natural sexuality most humans have (unless they are ace).
The anime NSFW black reader space is a place for black women to express their sexuality on their own terms. For us by us. To be represented. The fics can be sweet and gentle or grotesquely erotic.
You, say all you see in this space is that black reader like cock but have you even read the variety of works in this space. The gut wrenching angst, the adorable fluff and yes, the lewd smut. Heck if you took time to look on my ao3 or anyone else's page you'd see that. And even if its just sex, just smut, who cares. News Flash, black women are also humans that guess what, I know you're foreign to this concept, have sex, enjoy sex, read about sex, fantasise about sex, and write about it too.
What you are essentially saying is that I am depicting black women in a bad light, for enjoying sex in return you are stripping us from our sexuality.
The fic above is purely MY FANTASY in written form that I decided to share. It is not an indictment of black women as a whole. In fact if black women in real life engaged in sexual activities like this why judge, why further punish and dehumanise them by holding on to this conservative belief that black women should be sexless beings to be granted dignity and humanity.
Why do you see a black smut fic and immediately reduce it to "Just wants cock"? Also, why can't it be just that, unbridled lust? Why are black women barred from that?
I come from a 3rd world country where sex is taboo and sexual assault high. I am afraid of having sex, a natural thing that I should not be scorned for. So through this meduim I express myself sexually, safely and a lewd as I possibly want. And I post for perverted black women like me that will enjoy it.
God forbid a black woman expresses sexuality on her own terms. For her and other black women that happen to like it.
Let me speak for myself, why can't I be horny on Tumblr without being mocked and judged a whore, a stain on the 'pure image of black womanhood' during Black History Month!
other statement I wanted to apologize when I admit this comment I was truly angry because all the things I have been seeing that were with black readers or black main characters were mostly sexualized and I personally at that moment did not want all these sexual as fanfiction about people with my skin tone when I look deeper into the community I realized there were other things
I was projecting my own disappointment unto you when I mean the comment and posted it I didn't think much about how you may have felt or how the right to me felt in the momentum I was going off my emotions and
I let it guide me without thinking about how other people would feel I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart and I will try my best not to spread any negativity in this fandom all I want is good fix that will warm my heart to see black women get represented and I'm sorry that I may have a given you a bad experience in this community I haven't been in it as long or communicated as much in the community as well and I am
I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me
I understand your frustration. Truly, I was not really upset and let this go the second I hit post on my response. I just needed you to understand how what you are saying is ultimately detrimental to black women. But I'm not obtuse, I understand what you were ultimately getting at even if it was not communicated the best. You want more fics where black readers are adored without the sexual aspect. I understand that and will work towards writing that, writing fluff for black women. I started writing because there were fics that I liked but wanted a different way.
The issue was just your approach. If you commented or dmed me (I literally state in my bio that i am open to fic requests) about wanting a fluff fic. A fic where black fm is adored without sex I would have written it for you in a heartbeat because I love those types of stories too, I love to write and I know how it feels to see something and want to be represented in that.
I forgive you. I forgave you as I was writing my initial response because I took the time to understand where you were coming from, even if i didn't like the way you phrased it. I just needed to communicate to you that inhibiting black female sexuality was not it.
I hate how bot comments on ao3 are making more and more writers disable their comments and lock their works so that only people with registered accounts can access their works (because while some of these bots are from registered accounts and therefore locking your fics won’t guarantee that you will be safe from them, a lot of them are commenting as guest users so locking fics helps a little), because there are so many genuine readers who read and comment on fics without having their own registered accounts.
these bots are not only annoying and harmful (if you fell for their lies and gave them money, an access to your personal informations), they’re also keeping artists and art from genuine audiences and destroying the community artists built with their audiences.
this is a post to say fuck you every bot out there.
WITH EVERY REBLOG THIS POST GETS, A BOT WILL DIE
also here’s how to spot and deal with bot comments
Is it really that scandalous, that disgusting, that you simply wanted cock in your face? A lengthy girthy cock laid across your face with an erotic scent emanating from it. The ridge of a big cock pressed against your mouth, the tip tapped on your waiting tongue. You loved being on your knees, deep throating a cock. You loved gagging around Gojo’s cock. Feeling it hit the back of your throat. The weird yet delicious, almost sweet taste of his cock and pre-cum. You rubbed your clit faster watching him look down at you, his hand resting on your head guiding you, pouting his lips as you bobbed your head on his cock before biting them to muffle his moans. “Fuuuck.”
On his right Nanami was carefully stroking his cock. His mouth agape watching you utterly consume Gojo’s cock before releasing his cock with a ‘pop’ gasping for air with exhilarating grin spread across your innocent face. The lewd sight of a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting from Gojo’s tip to your tongue made him grip the base of his cock to stop him from cumming. Gojo was clearly close too, moaning audibly then gripping Nanami’s forearm before looking at him with a grin and throwing his arm over his shoulders. The men were so close their thighs were touching. Nanami felt Gojo buck his hips when you started stroking his cock and licking his cum-covered balls. Even leaning into Nanami moaning as he finally came on your tits and mouth.
Shuffling between Nanami’s legs, you rose up, still kneeling, to squeeze his cock in between your large tits delightfully decorated with cum. He rocked up and down to fuck your tits. He would not admit it, but it turned him on seeing Gojo’s cum on your tits. Gojo’s cum sliding down and making a sticky, slimy mess of his cock. When you were satisfied with how coated Nanami’s cock was you took it whole. Tasting Gojo’s cum on Nanami’s cock, you came. Your laden thighs shook and cum covered your fingers. Quivering with your head laid on his pelvis, pressed against his cock. When you came down from your high, you licked the ridges of his cock just like before, the way he likes.
Releasing his arm from Nanami’s shoulders, Gojo joined you on the carpet. He grabbed your wrist, raised it and dragged his tongue across your fingers. He split your fingers open to drink every morsel of your cum so deliciously coated on your fingers. Gojo took each finger while smirking up at Nanami. Done, he placed his hand at the back of your head.
“Yeah, slow down… he needs to savour this.” You continued to suck his cock at the leisure of Satoru Gojo. When his cock was fully lodged in your mouth, Gojo held your head in place making your gag around his cock, just the way you like it, blonde pubic hair pressed against your nose, tears brimming, and bringing Nanami to the edge of cumming “Oh, yeah… looks like he likes that.” He repeated the motion, slowing down when Nanami got close.
Both you and Gojo enjoyed seeing Nanami lustfully in peril. Watching his thighs quake and his thrusts in the air when yet another orgasm was stolen from him. Fortunately, Gojo had mercy for his fellow sorcerer, “now make him cum.”
“Make. Him. Cum.” He emphasised as he manoeuvred your head on his cock, releasing you then watching as Nanami messily squirt his cum into your mouth, onto your cheeks and some on your tits.
“Good girl, let him come in your mouth… Fuuuck…” Gojo placed his index finger under your chin and aggressively pulled you towards him. “Don’t swallow. Open your mouth.” Mouth agape, he kissed you. Lewdly exchanging Nanami’s cum in their mouths. Nanami watched the sweat drip down Gojo’s throat and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed his cum before moving down to suck your tits.
Gojo took a moment to look back up at Nanami. “We made such a mess on your tits, Kento. Come down here and help me clean your up.” And he did just that. He got on his knees, wrapped his arm along your back and began with his cum on your chubby cheeks, dragging his tongue along the side of your mouth collecting it in his before towering over you. “Open your mouth, baby.” The long string of cum slowly dripped into your mouth made his cock twitch. As soon as it did, Nanami leaned down to kiss you before moving down to your tits to lap up the cum.
He took a moment watching Gojo circle your dark nipple with his tongue while looking up at your, his fingers between your legs ploughing into you.
Nanami licked in long strokes gathering his and Gojo’s cum with his tongue to your nipple, to then swallow and suck around it. Both men stroked their cocks the entire time. You came 2 more times during the ordeal.
okay I'm sorry but like SOO like this piss me off .So much because why is every time what even a black fan picture with like black readers like oh "all we love a cock all we love a cock" ,all we want to do about FUCK. like it gets to a point when it's so annoying when you're looking up someone about your own race and all you hear all we love is sex or sexist or sexist the hell you on Black History Month like the hell not only thing we have on our minds are sexy and annoying as FUCK
When I write fics or mini-pieces like this one I don't think about every black fan in existence and how it must align with each individual black fans' sensibility. This is a snippet of a larger piece I am still working on that I'll post on ao3 but thought my writing for this smut-specific section was mildy good so let me post it here.
As a black girl myself I understand your frustration, you are looking for fluff, more fics depicting what YOU would like to see, why don't YOU write it then. I did the same, I saw the minuscule number or black writers and decided to contribute. Please don't reblog my fics to slander me and my work. It's already hard to muster up the confidence and fever to write again without people like you sending hate comments. I have 70 followers with 1 fic and 3 drabbles now posted. This fic you reblogged has less than 100 notes. Why target me or anyone else for that matter? If you don't like it SCROLL!
Black women have been sexualised, fetishised and subsequently stripped of their sexuality, having it owned by people, a system outside of ourselves. In a frankly, detrimental response people in the black community stripped it from us, beat into us not to express the natural sexuality most humans have (unless they are ace).
The anime NSFW black reader space is a place for black women to express their sexuality on their own terms. For us by us. To be represented. The fics can be sweet and gentle or grotesquely erotic.
You, say all you see in this space is that black reader like cock but have you even read the variety of works in this space. The gut wrenching angst, the adorable fluff and yes, the lewd smut. Heck if you took time to look on my ao3 or anyone else's page you'd see that. And even if its just sex, just smut, who cares. News Flash, black women are also humans that guess what, I know you're foreign to this concept, have sex, enjoy sex, read about sex, fantasise about sex, and write about it too.
What you are essentially saying is that I am depicting black women in a bad light, for enjoying sex in return you are stripping us from our sexuality.
The fic above is purely MY FANTASY in written form that I decided to share. It is not an indictment of black women as a whole. In fact if black women in real life engaged in sexual activities like this why judge, why further punish and dehumanise them by holding on to this conservative belief that black women should be sexless beings to be granted dignity and humanity.
Why do you see a black smut fic and immediately reduce it to "Just wants cock"? Also, why can't it be just that, unbridled lust? Why are black women barred from that?
I come from a 3rd world country where sex is taboo and sexual assault high. I am afraid of having sex, a natural thing that I should not be scorned for. So through this meduim I express myself sexually, safely and a lewd as I possibly want. And I post for perverted black women like me that will enjoy it.
God forbid a black woman expresses sexuality on her own terms. For her and other black women that happen to like it.
Let me speak for myself, why can't I be horny on Tumblr without being mocked and judged a whore, a stain on the 'pure image of black womanhood' during Black History Month!
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