#woc reader insert

[hazzelle-kento]

Sunday fluff 🌳

[etherialblackrose]

TÌprrte' (pleasure)

Navi Dictionary:

Tìyawn - Love

Ma - my

tsamsiyu- warrior

Warnings: vaginal, overstimulation, crying, voyeurism 

 All characters depicted in this fic at 18+ minors dni

There’s something addicting about fucking in a place that you probably shouldn’t be….right? Maybe it’s the thrill of almost getting caught or could it be the idea of your partner being so horny that they have to take you right there? Maybe, but your favorite part was how pussy drunk your boyfriend got. 

Currently, Lo’ak was trying his hardest not to be loud as he fucked you against the walls of a cove you two had found while exploring. There was honestly no need for him to do this seeing as that the little cove you two found was fairly deep into the cave systems that high camp resided in and besides, it was dinner time so there was little chance you two would get caught. 

You loved seeing him like this. Him struggling to keep his whimpering, moans, and groans quiet as he felt your pussy flutter around his cock. The feeling of his cock dragging against your velvety walls was enough to drive him crazy. With each thrust you could feel his cock twitching, signaling that he was near his release, but you weren’t letting him off that easily. “....Tiyawn.…” He bites back a moan. “ I think I’m going to cum soon” His grip on your ass tightened and his thrusting became sloppy as he neared his second release of the night.  

  “C’mon Lo I know you can keep going a little longer for me…..can’t you?“ You moaned in his ear as you moved to wrap your arms around his neck, your legs tightening around his waist, urging him deeper inside you. You grinned as he whimpered and moved to bury his face against your neck. 

 Just as your head falls back onto the wall of the cave, you hear footsteps and Lo’ak’s pace falters. “(Y/n)? Lo’ak?” Neteyam’s voice called out. Lo’ak’s thrusts faltered and his head shot up, worry in his eyes. 

As Neteyam began rapidly approaching, you and Lo’ak panicked slightly. Your relationship was a closely guarded secret that nobody knew. You two had been sneaking around for months now and the thought of getting caught by his older brother of all people had Lo’ak panicked. 

  Thinking quickly you dislodge yourself from Lo’ak and push him into an alcove covered by glowing vines. Lo’ak looks like he’s about to speak but you quickly silence him by putting a finger to your mouth as you tilt your head towards the entrance of the cove.  Neteyams footsteps get louder, signaling his approach. 

 You quickly hop into the water just as Neteyam walks in. As he walks in he catches a glimpse of your bare back turned to him and he quickly covers his eyes and turns away from you.

“Oh great Mother I am so sorry, I just heard your voice and didn’t think you’d be taking a bath.” His embarrassment is evident in his voice as you listen to him speak.

“It’s fine I just came here to relax, did you need me for something?” You were trying to get him out of the cove as fast as you could because your high was wearing off. 

 “Have you seen my brother? Spider’s been looking for him.” 

 “Nope, last I saw he was at dinner. Maybe he’s just out in the forest?” 

 “Maybe, anyways I’m going to get out here, I’m sorry again.” With those final words you watch he walks back towards the cave entrance and wait until you can no longer hear his footsteps before sighing in relief. 

 Lo’ak emerges from his hiding place, still hard, and makes his way over to where you are in the pool. “Guess we gotta make this quick.” You say as he slips into the water behind you. He hums in response as he gently pulls you against him. You can feel his still-hard cock pushing into your lower back, further stoking the fire that was building inside you. As you bask in the feeling of his body against yours, you can feel his fingers trailing from your waist and brushing against your clit. You jump against his touch, your clit still sensitive from earlier, and let out a breathy moan.

 “Mmm,” Your breath picks up as he picks up the pace, alternating between rubbing and pinching your sensitive bud. His fingers soon find themselves inside you, immediately finding your sweet spot and begin abusing it while his other hand moves to massage your tit. “L-Lo’ak I need you again.” As soon as the words leave your mouth he’s picking you up and laying you gently on the ground at the edge of the pool. Your eyes meet his for just a moment before his thick cock slides past your lips and back into the warm embrace of your pussy. 

  You both let out a moan as he bottomed out inside you, the deliciously painful stretch of his cock causing you to arch your back away from the ground. He began rutting into you deeper now and was using both the leverage he had with you against the ground and his grip on your ass, to readjust himself so that he could find that one spot inside of you that he knew would have you seeing stars. 

  He could tell by the way one of your hands left his back in favor of covering your mouth to stifle the moan that you were letting out. The fat head of his cock started abusing that spot over and over again. Lo’ak’s name spilled from your lips like a prayer as though he was a god and he was yours, at least for the night. He was sure you were going to cum soon when he felt the gummy walls of your pussy squeeze his cock tighter than they were before.

  When you came, you came hard. And you were sure that Lo’ak was going over the edge soon. So instead of basking in the afterglow of your orgasm you instead took to cooing in your boyfriend's ear. 

  “You’re so pretty like this Lo. You look like you’re about to cry just from fucking me. You want to cum so badly don’t you?”He could barely speak and looked like he was on the edge of tears as he nodded his head. 

  “Then cum for me.” That was all the permission he needed before his speed picked up and he rutted inside of you before his thrusts got sloppy and his hips stalled. Lo’ak bit down onto your neck as he came inside you. Thick white ropes of cum painted your insides and your toes began to curl as he fucked you both through your third combined orgasm of the nightand At this point, he was actually teary and started whimpering even more as he kept pumping his cum into you. 

  You could only smile and run your fingers through his hair as his whimpers died down and he finished cumming inside you. After he was done he gently pulled out of you and hugged you close to himself as he shyly buried his head in your neck again. 

“Fuck mama that was the biggest one yet-” He says as he sits up on his elbows above you. “-think you’re good to walk back or do you want me to carry you?” You giggle and put your hand on the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. 

  Pulling away you speak. “I should be fine ma tsamsiyu, maybe I can actually take a bath now” He chuckles and helps you stand before pulling you into another kiss. “As long as I get to join you tiyawn” 

  “Always” You say as you give him one last kiss before pulling away and wading further into the water. “Otherwise who’s going to wash my back?” With a smirk Lo’ak follows you deeper into the water, maybe there’s time for a round four?

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Unbeknown to you and Lo’ak, somebody had been watching you two, and that somebody was Netyam. Cock in hand he had been watching and listening as his brother fucked into you. He felt so dirty like this, watching his little brother fuck a girl he liked but couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He had only wanted to turn back and ask if you wanted him to wait on you when he heard your moans. He watched for a while before he felt his cock straining against his loincloth. Neteyam palmed himself for a bit before pulling his loincloth off and using his hand to pleasure himself. 

  He wished he was Lo’ak as he watched his brother plowing into you. Oh he had dreamed of fucking that tight little pussy you had every night, wanting to hear you scream and moan his name as he fucked into you, but for right now this had to do.  As your moans picked up, so did the pace of his hand and soon enough he was painting the wall next to him. He gave himself a few more pumps as he came down from his orgasm. After he fully came down, he spared a glance back at the two of you before making his way back to highcamp, plan in mind for the next time he gets you alone. 

Eta: Please check out this post!

Taglist: @neteyamsyawntu @xylianasblog hope ya'll enjoy ;)

[angeldoll2000]

A Woman Like You

Tommy Shelby x WOC!Reader

Word Count: +1,215

Warning(s): Angst, Sexist remarks, Societal pressure, Sterotypes.

Author's note(s): I've recently been using writing as a form of therapy. This goes to all the ladies that can relate.

You've fallen head over heels for Tommy Shelby, but now you're questioning if his intentions were sincere or not.

GIF by nofckingfighting

You made the mistake of falling in love. You should've seen the signs sooner. You started working at the Garrison as a bar maid with Grace, eventually moving up to being their sole entertainment. You were an exotic bird who had caught to wandering eyes of drunken Englishmen. Some folks would say you had these men in a trance, with your rare features and seductive mannerisms. Some even say you're a witch. But there was only one person who saw you for you. Tommy Shelby.

It was refreshing, being seen as a soft, delicate thing. His demeanor would shift when talking to you. He's much kinder to you that with any of his men. That was until another, prettier face had caught his eye. You of all people knew the truth: Tommy Shelby would never love you. Instead he'd fallen for your coworker Grace. She's everything you weren't. That may have been the reason why. Of course, you should've seen the signs. How he'd look at her with such tenderness.

Eventually his entire personality completely changed with you. Perhaps they were his true colors. After her death, things went south. Tommy returned to you, but only for physical intimacy. He was rough, unapologetic, and at time, downright cruel. He hadn't spoke to you like a lady, with basic respect. It almost hurt knowing men will never speak to you with kind remarks. As soon as you found a better option, you let him know right away. When you close the pub for the last time, Tommy was there. It was strange, having an Englishman waste his previous time on foreign blood.

You turn around to find Tommy sitting on a barstool, not paying him mind. Then something strange happened. He isn't usually this tender, not even in private. So why on earth was he telling you to stay? After every humiliating thing he'd put you through. How Tommy would shimmy you off his arm in front of his business associates. It only got worse when he'd flirt with women right in front of you, then ask for a fuck because it was convenient. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, maybe even the hormones that made you tear up with anger. But for some reason, you wanted to let him know he hurt you, "Enough, Tom, you need to stop doing this,"

He tilts his head up, genuinely surprised that you'd spoken up. His eyelids are hooded, "If you've got something to say..." he lights up a cigarette, "...say it now," how predictable. Tommy's cruelty had no limits. You were tired of being his little plaything, "I deserve better than this, better than you," letting him know how you truly felt, "You're fucking selfish, you know that?" tears already streaming down both cheeks, "You could've told me you were seeing other women, Tom," your vision blurs. Tommy objected, "You knew who I was when you met me--"

"Yeah, yeah I thought I did, until you decided to to make an acceptation with that blonde whore!" you knew what it would take to get his blood boiling. You wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt you, "I've wasted most of my life waiting for you to love me back, I wasted my good years on a man who wouldn't care if I bled out on the floor!" voice now shaking. You were filled with regret, pain, and anger.

He doesn't even know what the weight of his words did to you, "I know how you English men see women like us, we're always sexually desired but never loved, enough for a good fuck but not enough to make a wife," a chuckle escapes your tips at the thought of it. How could he marry someone like you? His name and status that he's worked so hard for would be tainted. Because who could ever love a woman like you? He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "You were entertainment, to bring customers in," someone pretty enough to keep company around.

"Everything, Tom, everything I've been doing, the act, because I am not allowed the luxury of being seen as innocent," after pouring your heart out, he still hadn't believed you, "Don't act like you haven't been seeing other men," he scoffs. You started to laugh at that remark. Had he really been that clueless? Tears stream down both cheeks. You wipe at them, smearing your mascara, "Now that's incredible," a deep grunt is trapped in the back of your throat, "You really think I'm a whore, don't you?" in an almost hushed tone, "Tommy, you were my first and only, do you really not believe me?" nothing felt worse than being betrayed by the one you trust the most, "All I ever wanted was for you to love me," since the beginning you were there. Even when he was mourning Grace you were there to keep him comfort. How foolish of you.

"Now you never told me--"

"I know who you pretend I am, who you want me to be," you roll your eyes, sniffling for a moment, "I'm not like you Tom, I can't pass, I can't change the color of my skin or features-- I will never be the white woman you've always wanted me to be, the kind of woman you'd keep on your arm without feeling embarrassed, why can't you just accept that?" a faint pause, "You told me...you told me she wasn't your type," barely a whisper, "Was everything a lie?" when he doesn't say anything, it was the only answer you needed. At that moment you snapped, "Please! Look at me!" you smack his arm, "Tommy!" when he does you're given only a cold stare.

Of course, it was never going to be someone like you. There are tears brimming your eyes again. It hurts, knowing that you will always be second best. Always an option but never the first, "At first I was confused, your infatuation with Grace didn't make sense, and now I see that it never mattered who she was," your breath hitches for a moment, "You were always going to choose someone like her..." now rambling about the obvious, "Prettier, blonder...whiter," you taunt.

Each word felt like venom on your tongue. You should've been used to the poison by now, "You don't know how long it took for me to trust a man again, after the pain I've been through--women like me, Tom, we don't have pretty blue eyes that get us what we want, not without a price," that remark made your skin crawl, "Always the seductress, never seen as pure," a dark chuckle erupts, taking up all sound from the bar. Tommy only stares back at you, with that same cold expression. You lean against the counter, looking down at the wood before returning to glance at him, "Did you ever love me?"

If there's one thing about Tommy, is that he would never lie to you, "No," a short, simple answer. You give him a soft, faint smile. Saddened by the loss but also relieved that you were free at last, "Thank you," with that you left, never returning to the Garrison again.

[dianawinchester03]

Dean Winchester if he had a Desi girlfriend;

Dean: Hey sweetheart, I’m craving some curry. How bout you make some of that flat bread and potato?

Y/N:

Dean:

Y/N: Dean, ALOO PARATHA IS NOT CURRY!

this one is for my fellow desi dean girls out there <3

pop into my ask box right here with some suggestions and i will tweak it into an incorrect quote ;)

[lady-phasma]

Clarification: inclusive!reader for physical description could be used alongside female, male, or gender neutral reader tags.

Please comment or reblog if you have a suggestion for an alternative or question about the use of this tag.

Thank you so much to @underthelavendersky for the suggestion!

[collectingimagines]

I’ve been reading fanfics for over 14 years, and it’s actually really sad that you all refuse to write for Black OCs. Even when given shows where you could easily write in Black!reader/OC y’all will jump through hoops to make them white. And this can also go for other marginalized groups. Like I’m not even angry anymore, just sad and annoyed.

[babbiweeb]

woman of color with a man of flame-kyojuro rengoku (headcanon)

“have the pride of a brown girl and know that you’ll figure out your own beauty in time”-tamara taylor

(anime in gif:unknown)

tw:n/a

initial tags:kyojuro rengoku, female reader, woman of color, headcanon(s), demon slayer:kimetsu no yaiba

genre:comfort & fluff, romance

headcanon theme:i am woman-emmy meli

authors note:when it comes to the color of my own skin, i have always found it to be challenged. to never be enough, but being oh so desperate to be accepted. i know i am not alone with my own turmoil–yet, despite all the nights i found myself comparing my own treasure to others, i could never imagine myself without melanin. our natural beauty is what lures people close. our glow is what makes us so undeniably tempting. the green eyes of envy that pry at our beauty, that still judge us, will be a constant reminder of how powerful melanin truly is. hold your head up high, you set the example for many that adore our color. 

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The first moment of bliss was when your eyes met-

-When his eyes met yours for the very first time, His fiery gaze couldn't help but trail your skin. He has never once seen anyone of such beauty. It almost became an addiction to simply look–he had no other word that came to mind as he slowly felt a shift within. 

-In secret, he compared you to a “radiant summer day”. The appearance of your skin under the warm sun had melted him. He never felt so sure about anything in his life. It’s as if the sun revolved around you–only you. 

-You reflected gracefully as each beam of sun absorbed into your skin. He is confident in his thoughts–you are the topic of every conversation. 

-Eventually, the courage had overflowed and soon became almost unbearable. He needed to tell you, to shout from the rooftops. You were a goddess in his eyes. One that the gods above had hand picked for him. A woman of divine honey to always remain by the side of flame.

-Kyojuro found your presence to always be welcoming, could it be that a part of you felt what he felt too? Nevertheless, his confession was fueled by the idea of domestic bliss. 

-Kyojuro often pictured the two of you in every season. In the winter, he would cuddle you close–offer you the same warmth you give him every time you bless his eyes with your presence. Warm tea and honey as you both watch the snowflakes fall. The subtle redness from the cold, slowly fading into flushed crimson, as your supple cheeks blush–oh how this would melt away his worries. 

-Whispers of love had finally found its way home. Your heart had accepted him with tender care. The promise of everlasting love within your grasp, with the intent of never letting go. 

-You are his. His very own goddess. 

“You are more than beautiful. You are exquisite.”

The seemingly never ending sting of insecurity-

-Kyojuro understood that the current era of civilization had regarded those of color to be less than favored. The point made clear was that fair skin became the standard for success. In turn, Kyojuro fought to aid in your moments of exhaustion. 

-He was always there. Even by letter, kasugai crow delivered messages of reassuring adoration from the man of flame. No matter how busy, Kyojuro always makes time for you. 

“You shine brighter than gold, and are worth much more than what the green eyed beasts have.”-He says.

“The universe took such tender, loving care to make you. Never forget that.”

“Sometimes I look up to the sky and wonder…does the sun ever envy your glow?”

-His words flow like poetry, filling the air as they reach your ears. Your head is now stained with such delectable praise that drips from his lips like honey. 

-The distinct contrast of complexion had only ever been a topic of conversation, one time. Not that Kyojuro never wanted to hear your worries, this was just simply not a worry of his to begin with. He never once looked at you differently, even amongst the sea of ivory. You were like molten amber. A woman hot to the touch as your confidence grew–oh how Kyojuro cherished the moments of the self-love you gave up to yourself. 

-Kyojuro lived to worship you. 

The love shown in many ways-

-The infatuation grew with each passing day, as his heart yearned for every bit of your soul. His lips did more than whisper sweet gestures–oh he took every moment to show you.

-The warmth of his arms is forever engraved into memory as the passion lingers, covering every inch of your body with pure loyalty. His hands traced your delicate color in adoration. Arms, legs, stomach–every part of you forever marked with his essence. 

-Your face, however, was his treasure. 

-Kyojuro plants gentle kisses in order. Forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and finally–lips. With each passing breath, his soft voice reminds you of your divinity.

“You are not less than. You are simply bold. The world isn't ready for what you have in store–”-He whispers.

-Kyojuro knows that your fire is utterly magnificent. You envelop those in your wake with smoldering embers as your free mind sets the hearts ablaze.

“My sunflower.”

“You are the light of my life. My desire is to always have you by my side.”

-Kyojuro, while not fashionable himself, tried to purchase garments that compliment your complexion. No matter how mute or bright the color–you wore every piece of traditional wear he brought you. The love you two share knows no bounds. You cherished every little thing he did for you. He proved his love to you in many ways. As his mind, body, and soul all belonged to you. 

-Yellow, however, is his absolute favorite color to see you in. There was something about seeing such a lovely color on skin that resembled the Earth. Our beautiful, nurturing planet all embodied into one.

“You are one closest to nature. You are home.”

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authors end note::hi hi! i had a small fit of insecurity not too long ago, and i felt the small urge to write kyo for us women of color! sometimes it’s hard to remember just how beautiful we are! that’s why our comfort characters are here to bring us such peace! kyo is 100% pinoy. idc. it’s canon. i hope you kyo stans enjoyed this short read! as this is color coded for us women of color, i did still want to keep it relatively friendly for all my readers to enjoy thoroughly! however, my message still stays the same–our skin, our melanin, is what makes us so incredibly powerful. alrighty! talk soon okay?

word count:1131

many thank! -babbi₊˚⊹♡

-09/06/23

[blushstories]

fyi woc readers i have ur back in my fics i try soo hard to be accurate in not writing any physical determining things in my fics

[fineanddandy]

“You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,”

this smut was so fuckin hot...could hear everything in Angel's voice smh lol but the story had me laughing girl this was cute and hot af. such a fun read

“Get Your Act Together”

Part of the “Say What Now?” Song Series

Characters: Angel Reyes x Black!Reader.

Summary: A reader who’s petty and needs to teach jealous and possessive Angel a lesson.

Warnings: Strong language, sexual content, suggestive themes, possessive behavior, and jealousy.

Word Count: 2,900+

AN: This one is for my lovelies @darqchilddaydreamz and @ravennaortiz! Be sure to give my babies a shout-out for encouraging me to finish this one. They gave me the push I needed to do so. I hope all my loves enjoy this one. Yes, I’m aware, the dress is different in the storyboard, but it still gives what needs to be given. Okay!

Inspired By💖:

People closest to you, whether friends or family, always expressed that they envied your level of pettiness. It was as if you were the queen of petty. Your best friend often compared your skills to a lioness hunting its prey. If someone pissed you off purposefully, you weren’t always quick to act. It was much better when you waited, letting that person feel they had gotten away with something. Once you noticed it had slipped their mind, that they were comfortable. That would be when you took the time to get revenge. Pettiest bitch alive.

Your current mood and setting could be used as an amazing example. There you were sitting at the kitchen island. Eyes focused on the portable LED makeup mirror propped on the counter. One hand held your eyelid as the other drew a precise wing. Music flowed throughout the house and you rocked your hips while sitting on the bar stool. Your hair had been curled and pinned. You wanted the curls to set in before taking them down. You were fresh out of the shower, almost fully dressed, and smelled divine. To avoid any makeup spills, you had slipped into your silk robe.

The song had switched just as you put the finishing touches on your look. The track that started was perfect for how you were feeling. It was fitting for the little plan you had set in motion. Revenge was for sure sweet. “Beating Down Yo Block” by Monaleo flooded the house. Sliding out of your robe, you started letting your curls loose. Walking over to your heels, you slid them on as the song’s beat sunk into your veins.

Using your fingers to comb through the fresh curls, you started rapping your favorite part. “Bitch I’m fine! Slim waist, pretty face, he know I’m a dime.” Still combing through the curls you dipped to the ground, dress riding up a bit as you did a little twerk. The sound of bikes approached your driveway and you smiled to yourself. Damn, I have perfect timing. 

Giving a classy little twerk in the living room mirror, you continued to rap the lyrics, “Ain’t no pressure ‘bout no ninja, tell his ass to fall in line.” The front door opened and your alarm was disabled. You heard him call out to you. You stayed silent, a devilish smirk played upon your lips. Angel walked into the living room. Your eyes met in the mirror as you said the next line in the song. This time, your ‘Megan knees’ were in full effect. “Cause for this next line you gotta look me in my eyes. If you think I’ma sweat you, you out your mothafuckin’ mind.”

Angel was too mesmerized by your ass in the little black dress you had on. He had picked up on the subliminal message of the lyrics but was more interested in your attire. His eyes scanned over you, as his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. He could feel himself hardening. That was until he remembered you two weren’t alone. He growled seeing Coco to his left and Ez to his right. Both men were ogling you. Ezekiel’s reaction was more shocked. Coco’s grin was a mile long as he sat there eating every bit of the image up.

Angel being jealous and possessive, barked at you, “Stop throwing ass in front of company. Pull that short-ass dress down. Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that anyway?”

“First off I was here, by myself, getting ready, and enjoying my company. I can twerk as much as I want in my damn house. You barged your tall lanky ass into my shit. Stop talking to me crazy, Angel. To answer your question. I’m going out with my girls.”

“Our shit.”

“Sleeping here almost every night doesn't mean a thing to me. You still have your place and my last name hasn’t changed.

“If you wear that short-ass dress, we’re going with you. Your ass is damn near out.”

“Stop being dramatic. No, it isn’t! I do not need a babysitter, Angel. If you can do you, I can do me, right?”

Angel understood what it was all about now.

“Why do you have to be so petty? How does that much evil fit in such a short body?”

Your shoulders shrugged, as your hips swayed to the mirror to touch up your lip combo. Angel walked up behind you pulling you into his chest. His lips ghosted your bare shoulder, giving it a playful bite, and his hips thrust against you.

“Stay here with me, mi dulce. I want to get you out of this dress.”

You felt him press into you and fought back a whimper. You refused to allow Angel to have his way. You pushed off of him. 

“I’m going out tonight in this dress, end of conversation. On second thought, I take that back. Let’s have a chat about dresses. Mine is an issue, but it wasn’t a problem last weekend,” you purred.

“Last weekend? What are you talking about?”

Yeah, playing dumb is not going to slide this time, jackass.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Angel.”

Your obtuse boyfriend looked to Coco and Ez for help. Both men threw their hands up, wanting no part of the conversation.

“Here let me jog your memory. Remember when I walked into the party at the clubhouse last weekend? When you hadn’t noticed, because you were too busy entertaining that fucking hang around. The one who conveniently dropped her phone and bent over to pick it up. Had all three of you dumbasses staring at her bare ass. I couldn’t give one iota of a fuck about your boys staring, but you? Yeah, that’s a problem. You want to be possessive? I’ll do the same. You want to stare at other bitches? Let’s see how you feel about other men eyeing me, Papa. My dress isn’t nearly as short as the one that thirsty hoe had on. I’ve told you one too many times not to play with me. Now I’ma show you better than I could ever tell you, baby.”

Angel tried to save face in front of his friends. He mumbled, “Nobody worried about shit. Go out, it won’t affect me as much as you think, Mami.” 

Your eyes locked in with both EZ and Coco. You all smirked, communicating without even saying a word. He wanted to be cute in front of his little friends? 

I can be funny too, and have them help a sista out. 

Your heels clicked over to Angel. Sliding your hands on his chest, you looked up at him with fluttering lashes. Face painted with an innocent expression, you stood on your tiptoes to steal a quick kiss. He smiled down at you thinking he had won. You leaned in and teased him.

“Ass fat. Kitty fat. I got all these men wishing they could have that. Baby, just admit that you love it here,” you smirked trying to get a rise out of him.

Angel kissed his teeth and was about to say something sarcastic, but Ez cut him off, “God, I did not need to know that,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sorry, bro but he needs to be reminded of what he’s got at home,” she teased the flustered Mayan.

Kissing his teeth Angel retorted, “You the one acting up. Better chill out before I give you some act right.”

“I mean come on ‘mano, that ass is fat. You better appreciate that fine-ass woman,” Coco challenged.

Angel looked at him as if he had lost his mind. It took everything in Ezekiel to keep from laughing.

Still staring at Coco like a madman he replied, “Bitch, do you want me to shoot you? Stop looking at my girl’s ass!”

Ezekiel wanted in with busting his brother's balls. Like a typical annoying baby brother, he joined in on the fun, “Sister or not. We’re not real blood, so I’ve gotta agree with Coco, brother-.”

“Don’t finish that fucking statement, Ezekiel,” Angel warned.

Ez and Coco exchanged a knowing glance before the words tumbled out of his mouth.

“What? It’s the truth! That’s a nice ass, with a nice set of ti-.”

In a split second Angel was lunging at Ezekiel. With your help, Coco managed to break up the scuffle among the brothers.

“Jesus, bro. Learn how to handle a joke!”

“Fuck both of y’all,” Angel pouted, no longer enjoying being the brunt of the joke.

“No disrespect. My bad, it is fat though,” he chuckled along with Ezekiel.

“Bunch of bitches,” Angel groaned.

Feeling you had tortured him enough for the evening, you walked over to him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey, look at me,” you cooed, gripping his chin softly. 

“Baby, you know they’re joking. If anybody tried me like that, I’d curse them out. Relax, you know you give them shit about their significant others as well. Luckily you have sense enough not to try that shit in front of me, because I’d kick you in the balls,” she smiled innocently. Now calm down and give me kisses, papa.”

His arms wrapped around your waist as he lifted you off the ground. Three pecks and a hungry kiss later, EZ and Coco stood there rolling their eyes.

“All this lovey-dovey shit is making my stomach turn. Cut it out,” Coco grumbled.

“One more, mama. Make it real good so Coco can lose his dinner.”

He leaned in to capture your lips. It was slow and dirty. All teeth and tongue. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand trailed down your back. Stopping at your backside, he grabbed a handful. His left hand lifted from your waist as he flipped his brothers off.

“Now how can you get mad, when you know for a fact that it's fat? Look at how you just gripped the shit out of it. You got any sisters or cousins packing something that serious? Hook us up,” Coco begged.

It was your turn to flick them off. Pulling away from the kiss, you bounced over to your brothers. Raising on tiptoes you slapped them both in the back of the head.

“That’s for staring at my ass!”

Another smack.

“That’s for conveniently forgetting you both have old ladies. Whom I adore. I’m snitching on you bitches. Do I have any sisters or cousins? Get out my face with that mess, joke or not, I’ll beat your ass. Angel’s all the heathen my family can tolerate,” you joked.

Angel sat back with his arms crossed admiring you. Feeling his stare, your eyes connected as you bit your lip.

Both men sandwiched you in between giving you bear hugs. Ezekiel kissed your temple before pulling back.

“Lo siento, hermanita.”

“Yeah, querida. We didn’t mean any harm. It’s just Angel makes it so easy to fuck with him.”

Angel raised both middle fingers to his brothers. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly. With a tug of his shirt, he understood your signal to lower himself to your height. You pecked his lips several times. He stood there smiling like a love-struck idiot as you wiped your gloss from his lips.

With a pat on his chest, you made a beeline to your handbag. You made sure you had your keys and cell phone. With confirmation, you turned in the direction of the three men.

“Alright baby, I’m heading over to besties. I’m leaving my car at hers, and she’s driving us to the bar.”

Angel cut you off, growling your full name. “I’m serious, querida. If you’re wearing that we’re coming too.”

The two of you stared each other down. You refused to give in to his demands. With a shrug of the shoulders, you responded, “Then I guess y’all hittin’ the bar tonight.” The keys in your hand were tossed across the living room as Angel caught them. He looked at you, head tilted to the side.

“Oh, you thought I was changing? No, baby boy. I hope you three didn’t have any plans.”

To the three men’s absolute horror, not only did they have you to watch over. EZ and CoCo were pissed to learn that the besties you were hitting the town with were their old ladies. They too, had on dresses that left little to the imagination.

When you went for revenge, it was always the most pettiest, delicious thing ever. The Mayan men spent the next two hours threatening anybody who so much as looked in your direction. They sat at the bar mugging, while you and the girls danced the night away.

Later that night after everyone had returned to their homes, Angel sat in the recliner. His eyes collided with yours as you swept into the living room fresh out of the shower. He looked pissed as you giggled, standing between his legs.

“What did we learn today,” you asked in your best kindergarten-teacher voice.

“What the fuck are you on about, querida?”

You leaned forward running your hands up his arms. You crawled into his lap, smiling mischievously. Your arms linked behind his neck as you rocked a bit. Inwardly you did a little victory dance as you heard him groan.

Your face stopped inches away from his. The two of you were close enough that your breath fanned one another. “Don’t play dumb. What did you learn, Daddy?”

“That you’re a petty ass woman.”

“Boy, stop! You already knew that.” Your hips circled on his lap. Angel's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he groaned, “Fuck.”

“Answer me, Daddy,” you cooed, rocking your hips back and forth over his hardening erection. “I’ll even help you out. Repeat after me.”

“I learned,” you started, pressing against him harder. You halted your movement, waiting for him to repeat it.

Angel kissed his teeth, “You gonna take this away,” he started, palming your covered mound. Your breath hitched, as you fought for control. Unable to say anything, your head nodded.

“Fuck it,” he mumbled, “I fucking learned,” he growled.

“Not to pay thot-ass, hang-around-ass hoes any mind.”

“I’m not saying that shit, Mami.”

“Ignacio,” you growled back, “Just say the shit so we can fuck already.”

“Fine! I’ll ignore every thot ass hoe who steps foot in the clubhouse. Does that work for your pretty ass,” he asked, giving your left cheek a light smack.

“I mean, I guess.”

Angel cocked his head back, “You guess? Mi dulce, you know I don’t want that girl. She was being thirsty. That’s what they do.”

“Yeah, right.”

“You look at women’s asses all the time. Why is it cool when you’re all like, ‘Babe, look at her ass! Sis, packing a wagon,” he mocked.

“That’s different. You gotta have permission, love.”

“You know you’re crazy as fuck. Right?”

“Yep! Enough of this. Do you want to make it up to me? Take me upstairs, put me on my back, and eat me until I can’t see straight.”

With an evil smirk, Angel had you in the bedroom, on your back instantly. The head he’d given caused your vision to blur. Without any time to come down, Angel flipped you onto your knees. He buried himself deep, pulling at your curls. Angel bent you into the perfect arch. He was in no mood to be nice. Flashes of you in that dress being ogled ran through his head. He pinned you to the mattress as his hips snapped against you. The both of you, shouting every time his tip tapped that spot.

He used both hands to smack against your supple flesh. Angel's fingers dug into your hips as he gave you one punishing stroke after another. His long digits made their way back into your mane. He tugged on it pulling you up and against his chest.

“You weren’t mad. Right, mi dulce? You just wanted to get me all worked up, yeah,” he rasped sexily. His hips circled, pushing deeper, “You ain’t gotta pick fights to get slutted out, Mami,” he groaned. His free hand crept down your belly. It slipped down, down, down until it reached your bundle of nerves. 

Angel pulled out slowly until it was just the tip. His lips trailed kisses over the shell of your ear, leaving a playful nibble on the lobe.

“That’s it—ain’t it, Mami? You were in the mood to be my little slut, hm?”

Angel didn’t bother waiting for a reply. His hips surged forward, slamming his length to the hilt. The moment his tip tapped against those delicate nerves, he pinched your clit. He chuckled at the piercing scream you released. Your body trembled as his fingers circled the sensitive bud. The circles stopped once you came back down. Angel laughed again as your body went limp. He held you up, brushing hair out of your face, his kisses dusting your forehead.

“You’re alright, mi dulce. You did so good for me, mami.”

Your eyes blinked as you smiled lazily. Drunk off good sex, you slurred, “Thank you, baby,” head leaning back against his chest.

Angel's voice rasped, “Oh you think we're done? Mm-mm, mi vida. We’re just getting started. You whined feeling him pulse inside you. “Don’t whine now. Worked up was what you wanted. Now you gon’ take it. Be a good girl for me and get daddy off, yeah?” Angel's voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, and then you’re going to clean up your mess. Put that pretty mouth to use.”

Angel’s words must have replenished your energy. Your lip tucked between your teeth, as your channel spasmed around him.

“Seems like you're ready for it after all,” he replied, giving you light strokes.

Being petty came with the loveliest of benefits. Here’s to hoping this man fucks up again.

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[spikedfearn]

Plenty of people consider your dubcon fics to be over the line. There's freedom of expression with fiction or there isn't.

You're right about one thing—freedom of expression applies to everyone. But there’s a world of difference between exploring dark, consensual kinks in fiction (like dubcon, with tags, warnings, and boundaries clearly established) and inserting racist narratives into media where Black stories are centered and sacred.

One is about power fantasy. The other is about power structure. If you can’t see the difference between kinky fic and racial harm, that’s not a conversation I can have for you.

People are free to write what they want. And I'm free to agree with someone when they speak up and say something feels violently out of pocket.

Not to mention making OC's/reader inserts of plantation owner's daughter's and KKK member's daughter's is completely excluding black readers/woc from being able to engage with the fic because you are inherently white coding your character! Creating a racist OC/white coding a reader insert in a film with a predominantly black cast that centers around colonialism and the predation of black culture no less. C'mon now use your brain and don't be so fucking dense.

[zepskies]

How do you think a romance between soldier boy and a woc would pan out?

Hey there! By "WOC" I'm thinking you mean "woman of color?"

Fun fact: I actually imagine most of my reader insert characters as women of color, since I'm a woman of color myself. 💁🏽‍♀️

I love this question, but I think the nitty gritty specifics would depend on her race/ethnicity. A “person of color” incorporates a broad swath of races and cultures, so it’s hard to generalize while being accurate and authentic to a POC’s experience. For example, I could write a headcanon fic like:

Headcanon: A romance between Soldier Boy (Ben) and a Hispanic/Latina woman of color would include...

Because that^ is my frame of reference, being that I'm Cuban, Puerto Rican, and Dominican. 🇨🇺🇵🇷🇩🇴 (Hence the Midnight Espresso-verse. And speaking of, Happy Hispanic Heritage Month!)

**Even “Hispanic/Latina” is generalizing, because there are many Hispanic/Latino ethnicities with unique aspects to their cultures that can make them very different from one another other, even if you keep the setting as America/New York within The Boys.

In general though, here are my thoughts:

Headcanon: Soldier Boy (Ben) romancing a woman of color:

She could be a good foil for him, not just helping him adapt to modern society, but broadening his horizons to her culture and her world, especially if she's a normal person (non-supe).

She would most certainly challenge him. If she's black or Latina, for example, I couldn't see either one putting up with Ben's misogynist bullshit. She doesn't have the time or the patience, no matter how damn attractive or charming he is.

If he's tenacious enough to pursue her (likely seeing her as a "challenge"), she would help open his eyes to what "a real man" actually is -- reliable, responsible, and a good man.

(Not just that BDE. 🙄)

She could help him see past his white privilege. Especially by showing him her culture, and how she navigates the world is much different to how he navigates the world, not just as a famous superhero, but as a white man who's gotten to be where he is because his daddy came from old money.

If she cooks (or if her mother, aunt, grandmother cooks, as in many black, Hispanic/Latino, Italian, Asian families), she could open up his horizons that way too with different kinds of cuisines that he probably hasn't encountered before. 👏🏽

This would also appeal to that more traditional aspect he'd probably enjoy, of having a woman cook for him lol. Though she would remind him that having someone cook for him is a privilege and a kindness and a way to show someone you love them, not a right that should be expected.

She could also help him see how food and family is pretty entwined in a lot of cultures for ethnic/racial minorities. It could give him a new outlook on what "family" actually means.

Gah! Now you're making me want to write an actual Soldier Boy story with a woman of color. 💕

(Disclaimer though: I'm very careful of not writing for voices that aren't "mine" when it comes to race/ethnicity/cultural minorities, unless I know enough about it through either personal experience or research.)

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[princessmisery666]

Love it 😍 so sweet yet so perfectly Crowley too 💜

My King

Word Count: 652

Prompt: Was that a proposal?

Pairing: Crowley x POC!Reader

Requested by @whatthefrickcrowley

Bathed in sunlight and wrapped in cotton.

Slowly your mind relinquished the darkness of slumber and your eyelids slid upwards. Spines of novels stacked haphazardly on your nightstand. Bay window gazing out to a city already buzzing with life.

Your hand splayed across the space before you; fingers curling into fabric and leg coming up to stretch.

Alone in bed.

Rolling into the pillow next to yours, you inhaled deeply, catching the wispy scent of smoke and spicy cinnamon.

“Looking for someone?” His voice, gravely and teasing.

Keep reading

[dianawinchester03]

Dean Winchester if he had a Desi girlfriend p2;

Dean: So he - *points to Arjun Rampal* killed her - *points to Deepika Padukone* then that one *points to Shah Rukh Khan* died for her. Then he came back and avenged her? *points to the tv screen that’s playing Om Shanti Om while devouring pizza*

Y/N: Yup, it’s a typical Winchester Tuesday😁

Dean:

another one cuz who doesn’t loveeee om shanti om? i personally am not big on bollywood films BUT i will watch om shanti om anyday😩🫶

feel free to leave suggestions! hope you liked this <3

[lady-phasma]

Need some help: What is the (or your) optimal way to find x reader fics that have zero description of the reader beyond afab/amab?

The tag gn reader is the optimal one for when even that much isn't described. But what falls between the too-often-assumed-white reader and poc!reader as far as tags are concerned? The generic "x reader" is a format tag imo, not a "generic reader."

nondescript!reader or generic!reader seem very uninviting and I wouldn't want to use those.

Does anyone have any they use to tag or search with? Does one need to be invented?

I would love to have a tag that truly means "this reader is not described as white to the exclusion of others" in the way that gn!reader signifies "this reader is not described as one gender to the exclusion of others."

[stargirlfics]

The Pitt Fanfic Masterlist

MUST BE 18+ TO READ - titles marked with a * include smut

all are written as black/woc reader inserts but anyone is welcome and encouraged to read!

touchstarved | m. robinavitch *

He’s a man with a purpose when he gets his hands on you

COMING SOON

blend and merge till we’re same - j. abbot x surgical tech!reader

untitled - samira mohan x jack abbot

needs - m. robinavitch x reader

untitled - dr. heather collins x dr. robby

[artemiseamoon]

🤎 Melanin May 🤎

Status: Complete

As I warm back up to writing, after an unplanned break, I’m doing this little drabble challenge. Hopefully I’ll be inspired to revisit wips soonish. I do not write reader inserts, minus rare exceptions, like this. I am not taking requests.

ALL my f! Readers in this challenge are intended to be over 30 and woc (Black, Caribbean, Bipoc, Poc etc). And all the Moodboards will have representation for us brown gals. Anyone can read, and read the RCs as OCs if they like.

Challenge includes the specific readers mentioned above and Ocs. Again, I am not taking requests.

Fandoms: multi

Read on A03 📚

Prompts from this list

Moodboards

Day 1: Strawberries | Tumblr teaser (Max Phillips)

Day 2: Adventure | Tumblr teaser (Marcus Pike)

Day 3: Golden hour | Tumblr teaser (Benny Miller)

Day 4: Lake house | Tumblr teaser (Will Miller)

Day 5: Picnic | Tumblr teaser (Nico)

Day 6: Mayflower | Tumblr teaser (Ezra)*

Day 7: Nostalgia | Tumblr teaser (Poe Dameron)

Day 8: Homecoming | Tumblr teaser (Mando)

Day 9: Juice Box | Tumblr teaser (Frankie)

Day 10. Farmer’s Market | Tumblr teaser (Javi G)

Day 11: Morning light | Tumblr teaser (Will Miller)

Day 12. Birdsong | Tumblr teaser (Steven Grant)

Day 13: Drive-in theater | Tumblr teaser (Santi, Benny)

Day 14: Island | Tumblr teaser (Lucien Flores)

Day 14: Photographs | Tumblr teaser (Marcus Moreno)

Day 15: Riptide | Tumblr Preview (Billy)

Days 16 - 19: Multi prompts | Tumblr teaser (TF multi)

Days 20-22: Multi prompts | Tumblr teaser (Ezra)

Days 23-25: Multi prompts | Tumblr teaser (Rick Flag, TF)

Day 26: Milkshake | Tumblr teaser (Max P) (masterpost)

Day 27: Orchid | Tumblr teaser (Tf, Yovanna)

Day 28. Field | Tumblr teaser (Willian Tell, omc +)

Day 29. Petrichor | Tumblr teaser (Poe Dameron)

Day 30. Sketching | Tumblr teaser (Oberyn, Ellaria)

Day 31. Memory Lane | Tumblr teaser (TF multi)

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💫💫💫 No promises, but if this goes over into June, I would use these prompts: June prompts

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