#black coded characters

[tiazvni]

immature | suguru geto

words : 1k

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

“who is he?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“and what about it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…why did you break up again?

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

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

“make me.”

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

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

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

“s-suguru, please! m’sorry!”

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

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

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

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

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

“‘cause nobody can do this but me.”

[iplayghoul]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fanficmaniatic]

Friendly reminder that Jazz way of speaking is not “thug” or “gangster” But AAVE, an actual existing Dialect in the United States that is predominantly used in Black Communities, and if you don’t know how to use it you should not do it because it comes off as mockery.

[smucked]

THE LANDLORD ᯽ kazutora hanemiya

after your pipes burst in your apartment your landlord allows you to spend the night in his apartment.

kazutora hanemiya + black fem reader (+16), lots of hickeys and touching, fingering, f. receiving, little bit of switch kazu, slight choking, praises from kazu, riding, backshots.

after having the most stressful day you’ve had in a while you wanted to come home and take a nice bath and go to sleep. you did your normal routine when you came home: keys on the dish asked alexa to play a playlist on shuffle and slipped out your work clothes into a purple velvet robe after pulling your locs up into a pineapple style with a few locs hanging out. you then turned your shower faucet on but no water flowed out, just creaking noises and sputters. you tried again before letting out a deep sigh.

you went into your purse and pulled your phone out, unlocked it, and started searching for your landlord’s number. after ringing for a couple moments he answers. “my prettiest tenant, how may i help you?” he asks in a soothing tone, slightly easing your stress.

“the pipes aren’t working kazu, i’m fucking stressed and need to take a bath,” you answered firmly.

“okay, i’ll call maintenance to look at the pipes. do you have anyone to stay with?” he responded with slight concern.

“um-“ you were cut off.

“actually, you can just stay with me, bring whatever you need and you can stay in my room for the night.” he offered.

you paused for a little before giving a quick response. “sure.” you spoke before chewing on your bottom lip.

“ok good. i’m sure you know my room number,” he adds in a smart-ass tone.

“bye kazutora.” you ended the conversation and then hung up before he could say anything extra.

after packing your necessities in a bag you grabbed a bottle of wine and left your apartment in a robe with slides on your feet. you walked down the several flights of stairs to the ground level of the apartment complex. all the way in the back was room 101, the landlord’s apartment.

you tapped on the door with the wine bottle, making sure you didn’t hit the bottle too hard so it doesn’t break. after a couple moments of silence the door opened to kazutora, his hair tied into a messy bun with a streak of his blonde hair hanging out. his bell earring making a little jingle as his head peeked from behind the door.

“my prettiest tenant.” he smiled before letting you in his apartment.

“my landlord.” you giggled as you entered.

kazutora showed you around his apartment, just a little bigger than yours and the other tenants. during the tour, you took a good look at what he was wearing and his appearance: a black slightly baggy tee and black sweatpants with black socks. he also wore a silver necklace and a couple beaded bracelets on his left wrist.

once he was done he let you in the bathroom for your bath. while the water was running you opened the bottle and took a swig from it. while you submerged yourself in the bath you took another swig from the bottle, allowing the stress to exit your body.

after your bath, you loosely wrapped yourself with a clean towel he left for you. then you did your hygienic routine and fixed your locs in the steam-filled bathroom mirror before exiting. kazutora was sitting on the couch, the tv playing music while he was scrolling through his phone.

“you want the rest of this?” you asked a little louder than your regular tone so he would hear.

“i’m usually a smoke weed type of person, but sure i’ll go halvies with you,” he answered before sitting up on the couch and then stretching his arm out for the bottom.

you handed him the bottle and he chugged the bottle to the last drop. he wiped his mouth before looking at you with your brows furrowed at him drinking everything within seconds.

“smoke weed type of person?” you asked while you raised a brow?

“doesn’t mean i didn’t drink in a past life.” he laughed.

kazutora stared at your towel-clothed body while you looked at his lanky figure lying on the couch. you chewed on your bottom lips as your felt your body tingle at him staring at you.

“you still stressed?” he asked as he got up from the couch, walking over to you.

“not as much as before,” you answered, your head looking at the ground.

he lifted your chin up, bringing immediate eye contact between you both. his body heat radiating from him brought you closer to him. grabbing his face your lips connected with his, pressing each other as your tongues grazed each other more and more the next time they met each other.

kazutora’s hands pulled your towel down, exposing your body. you didn’t care because you took pulled his shirt from him. “i’m gonna keep this.” you giggle in between breath takes.

“put it on,” he said before putting the large tee on you, covering your body.

your hands ran over his torso, making you more aroused. his dick was visible through his sweats so you teased him outside his pants briefly. he let out breathy exhales as you kissed and sucked on his neck, leaving marks behind. he massaged your breasts while he pressed you against the wall. the song playing from the tv transitioned to come thru by drake, by then kazutora surprisingly picked you up and brought you both to the bedroom that he showed you. he laid you on his bed with velvet black sheets and curtains that smelled of his usual cologne that makes you weak every time you smelled him.

“you always fuck your tenants?” you asked in a smart tone.

“only my prettiest one,” he responded with a slight smirk.

kazutora planted kisses on your thighs leading up to your neck. kissing and sucking, also leaving marks behind before moving to your left breast. he licked, kissed, sucked, and did everything under the sun to your breasts. his right hand slid to your aching pussy, grazing over your glazed clit slowly but repeatedly. his gentleness on your sensitive clit drove you crazy. you started letting out small whimpers and gripping his sides.

“i know baby, i can be a tease right?” his soothing voice covered you like a weighted blanket.

you could reach climax just from his voice alone and after finishing that thought he plunged his middle finger in, earning a gasp from you. he pulled his finger out just as the first knuckle before sinking back in repeatedly. your gasps turned into moans making his dick twitch inside his pants, begging to be in the positions his fingers were in. he pressed his mouth in your clit, licking and gently sucking on it while his saliva drolled out mixing with your fluids then leaking in the bed.

“pl-please.” you stuttered unable to form words.

he didn’t care, he knew you were reaching your peak so he picked up the pace while rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue on your clit, sending you into euphoric shock. “shit!” you cried. you almost popped your nails off with how hard you gripped his sheets as you came on his fingers. “let everything out for me please pretty?” he asked yet cooing you for the last drop.

once you came down from your high he planted a kiss on your forehead before sitting on the bed, a triangular shape poking from his pelvis area. you smiled and giggled as you turned around and pulled his sweatpants down with his boxers. his thick and lengthy dick sprung out, twitching with pre cum oozing from his tip. you didn’t even bother and just hovered yourself over him then slowly brought yourself down, his dick entering bringing out gasps from both of you.

“please baby-“ he groaned as your walls coated his dick in your fluids.

you raised your lower body up and down repeatedly while holding your boobs with your arms. kazutora grabbed your handles, guiding you. small spaced clapping noises filled the room with heat and breathy moans. he then slowly pulls you off before laying you face first into the bed, your butt propped up with your leaking pussy exposed. while he grabbed your handles again he slowly pressed himself into you making you let out a moan.

“fuck me kazu- please,” you begged.

he planted a trail of kisses from your back while giggling before he started to pull you away and plunge himself into you again. some of your neighbors presumed a shootout was occurring while those near the apartment heard your cries and moans while kazutora praised you. “you feel so nice pretty.”, “you make me feel so good.” “look at how good you're taking me, sweetheart.”

“fuck i’m gonna cum!” you cried, feeling that euphoric feeling brew within you reaching its peak.

“all over me pretty, please baby,” he spoke taking breaths in between each word.

kazutora hooked his arm around you, pulling you to his face. he buried his face into your neck letting out moans and whimpers as his strokes got sloppy. your boobs constantly hitting each other as tears streamed out of your eyes while you reached your climax followed by kazutora moments later. his milky fluids mixed with yours filled you to the brim. after he unhooked you he pulled his coated dick out before you both fell on the bed, drained out and exhausted.

“still stressed out?” he asked while getting his breathing together turning his head to yours on the bed.

“not even an inch.”, you answered while a small smile.

@frnkology, 2022

[squiddcakes]

Happy BHM everyone, here's a spread of some of my black/black-coded characters and their silly-little hairstyles :]

[nanapeachy]

WELCOME TO MY 𖦆 ˑ ★̶̲ ﹕🦴 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 % 𓂃

SERIES, FLUFF, ANGST, AU’S & SMUT

soon updated.

JJK

Kento Nanami dad and husband headcanon

TR

coming soon

BLEACH

ichigo with a short blk gf

AOT

Eren smut drabble

MHA

coming soon

KNB

jealous aomine daiki

kagami short fluff drabble

DEMON SLAYER

coming soon

JJBA

coming soon

this will fr take long and reminder, this is for my blk folks🫶🏾

[comatosebunny09]

He should’ve known something was amiss from the mischievous cackle breaking through the steady hum of white noise on his phone.

“What are you up to, Y/N,” he sighs into the mic, the steering wheel squeaking in heavy hands while he slips under a red light.

“Nada!” Your chipper voice pervades his car, the shrillness of it causing him to cringe.

He doesn’t believe you in the slightest; you only ever giggle like that when you are up to no good. However, he never-minds it with rolled shoulders and nonchalance taking possession of his countenance. Surely, you wouldn’t try anything tonight. He grins, all toothy, excited to be picking you up for dinner. It’s the first time in what feels like ages you two have been able to hang out.

“Whatever. I’ll be there in ten.”

“See you then!” you chirp, the phone clicking soundly with your departure.

A fraction of him knows he should be concerned. But he brushes it off like the lint clinging to his shoulder, practically flooring the accelerator once the light shines a welcoming emerald.

He arrives at your tiny home in no time, whipping under your carport with the giddiness of an adolescent on his first date. There’s a skip to his step, a bouquet of scarlet roses clutched to his expansive chest. He meanders to your door, the scent of sandalwood and apple cider sinking from beyond the portal. He sharply raps on the door, a hand in his pocket, wearing a grin that could cut diamonds.

You throw the door open, smooth jazz spilling from the entryway. You stand akimbo on the threshold. There’s a smile on your red-painted lips. A twinkle in your eye, kohl smudged on your lids, and a floral scent rolling off your skin. He whistles his appreciation, examining the crimson, chiffon dress clinging to your silhouette and flaring out just shy of your knees.

“Damn, girl! You clean up good!” he whoops after picking his mouth up off the floor. Suddenly remembering that he has them, he thrusts the arrangement of flowers into your vision, smirking at the surprise melding onto your features. He leans against your doorframe in an easy slouch. Says, “For you, doll.”

Rapidly blinking and stunned, you cautiously pluck them from his hand. Mutter a “thank you, but you didn’t have to,” bringing the roses to your nose for a whiff. He whistles yet again, to which you chuckle. You waggle off his compliments, turning away with heat permeating your cheeks.

“Stop it. Let me go put these in some water. Gotta grab my coat and purse, and then I’ll be ready.”

“Take your time, baby girl.”

He observes like a wolf in wait whilst you sashay away, your dress hugging and hitching in all the right places. After a few moments skitter by, he decides he’ll join you. Lifts one of his Chelsea boots to step into your cozy abode, but he is taken aback by this invisible force slamming into his nose.

He blinks, lids wide with astonishment. Figures that is strange as hell, but he shrugs it off with hands in his pockets. He tries again to walk in, but that immovable force greets him anew.

“What the…hell?” he queries disbelievingly, feeling around your doorframe like a mime performing in the street.

He warily pokes at the barrier keeping him out, surprised to feel a force hard as stone barring his entry. He flattens his palms against it. It’s like peering into a spotless, glass window. There is nothing he can see, but he can’t, for the life of him, proceed past it.

With a weighted sigh, he drops a hand to his side, the other ruffling his slicked-back locks.

You suddenly reappear, stepping out with keys in hand, coat in your arm, unfazed by whatever barrier kept him out. You slow to a crawl after spotting his befuddled face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh…” he utters, motioning to your door as if he’s gone mad.

You pin him with a confused look of your own, brows furrowed, mouth curved down into a frown. After a little while of him gesturing wildly, realization descends onto your features. Your mouth forms a silent ‘O’, and you direct him to follow your line of sight southward. A chunky, pristine white line of powder is at the base of your doorframe.

“Sorry,” you chuckle with a cheeky grin and shrugged shoulders. “Forgot to mention the salt line.”

[hentyehottie]

Y’all kinktober is almost over and the depression is whooping my ass buttttt NOTHING is gonna stop me from finishing all this juicy smut in my drafts 🙂 even if I’m a couple days late 😭

[bellamer]

You can tell a lot about a person when they draw humanformers and all of them are drawn white, including Jazz, the most blatant black coded character, is drawn as a white man.

[jieloksworld]

animated movie/series character designers when they realize they have to make black coded non-human characters' hair actually look curly:

[sleepyfoxbooks]

Wicked

By Gregory Maguire

Hello again! This is going to cover the college years of Elphaba, her meeting Galinda and the insanity that ensures during her time at Shiz. Oh my God, this is a lot. There is so much to discuss in this part of the book. It feels like so much happens in this chapter and at the same time absolutely nothing at all. I’m trying really hard not to just summarize the whole thing so please bear with me. (I pretty much summarize the whole thing 😅)

⚠️Warning! Spoilers for the book and it’s musical counterpart! ⚠️

⚠️Content Warning! This story contains explicit language, mild violence, and racial issues! Read at your own risk!⚠️

Gillikin part 1

This chapter covers a lot of stuff in the span of 146 pages. I gonna try to skip the stuff I don’t have a whole lot to talk about. This chapter skips directly to Ms. Galinda on her way to Shiz University, which in the book is an all-girls school. On the train, she meets Dr. Dillamond, the Goat professor (love him). During this time we’ve learned The Wizard of Oz came to power via hostile takeover, and is rolling back the rights of Animals. Animals with a capital A refers to Animals with souls, and the ability to speak. Galinda is incredibly bitchy to the Doctor, strictly because he’s a Goat. Galinda is a shallow, classist, naïve girl that has no concern or care for anything outside of herself. No surprise there. She gets saddled with Elphaba as her roommate because her chaperone (named Ama Clutch) was late and couldn’t vouch for her. There is continued discussion of the rights of Animals and all. We are introduced to Boq, who is smitten with Glinda and attempts to get close to her with the aid of Elphaba (who finds the whole thing absolutely hilarious).

In comparison to the musical, Boq and Elphaba strike up this very interesting friendship. During the summer months the two build an unlikely friendship (along with a gay couple that I desperately want to see in the movie, but know I probably won’t) as they attempt to help Dr. Dillamond provide validity to his existence. Boq works in a library that is barred to Animals and women alike. Galinda goes to a summer lake house one of her friends own.

Moving on from the summer, Elphaba and Galinda are roomies again and for the start of their Sophomore year. Then, the worst, most terrible thing you could ever think of happens.

DOCTOR DILLAMOND IS MURDERED!!

I wanted to scream so bad when I read this scene. All the poor Goat wanted was rights and he was murdered! The murder is so gruesome and bloody! Like no one is gonna believe this is anything other than murder. And it gets worse! Ama Clutch saw the murder from Galinda’s and Elphaba’s room! The head mistress (Madam Morrible or Horrible Morrible which I agree with very much) had her servant do it! This bitch made Ama Clutch go insane to cover up the murder!

With their chaperone out of commission, Horrible Morrible has Elphaba’s old nanny (conveniently named Nanny) come up to Shiz to take over as chaperone to the two girls. She of course has to being Nessarose with her as she is responsible for her. The thing about Nessarose is, she doesn’t have arms. She was born without arms, and struggles with balance and in turn walking. More can probably be said about this but I’m not exactly the person for that. Nessarose is much like her father, very religious. She is also the father’s favorite, so she’s very spoiled. Which honestly breaks the middle child stereotype (yes, they also have a younger brother named Shell, but he’s not important). Nessarose is described as stunningly beautiful, with her only flaw being said lack of arms.

Without a professor for the girl’s college, they connect the boys and girls college, letting them take classes together. This is where we are introduced to Fiyero.

Now Book Fiyero and Musical Fiyero are incredibly different. For starters, book Fiyero is explicitly a POC, and it is integral to his back story. Before I say anymore, I feel I must preface this with the fact that I’m very white, so I will not analyze these parts of his character as I am not equipped to do so. I ask any POC that feel comfortable in giving their insight on the character please do so. I’m gonna go through really quick and give all the information about Fiyero that is in the book but completely written out of the musical. I also should mention at lot of this reeks of “written by a white guy in the 90’s” so please approach this with caution.

Book Fiyero:

is married at the age of seven (he does reassure us that he hasn’t done the “mariatal duties”)

is often described as Ochre-skinned

has blue diamond tattoos all over his face and body

he is the crown prince of his tribe during his entrance

his clothes are described as strange and all other characters act like they’ve never seen a POC before.

Right now, Fiyero is a little more of a background character at this moment. He comes into class late and is attacked by a pair of sentient antlers (which my favorite gay couple saves him from). A side character, yet for some reason still friend to the rest of the main characters (named Alvaric) makes blatantly racist comments about Fiyero. Elphaba comes to his defense and that’s kinda it for now.

Now this class they share is run by a professor Nikidik, and this man is a menace to society (and not in a good way). This man kidnaps an orphaned baby lion, who is too young to speak, if it can. He plans to hit this baby lion with a mallet to see if it can feel pain (like what?!). Everyone freaks out (and rightfully so), and two girl students grab the lion off the table and run out of the classroom with the baby in their arms! (The cat distribution system at work!) And this man is so confused why they’re so upset. I imagine this professor’s face to be very punch-able.

Final thoughts

I didn’t know where to put this in the overall review, but Imma tag it on at the end here. Just like in the musical I think Galinda changing her name after the death of Dr. Dillamond to be pretty shallow. I understand what the attempt was here, and it definitely comes off better here than in the musical. Glinda sees that she was a really shallow person and begins to understand the world outside of her own head and the privileges she comes from. It just feels like she flipped a switch instead of ever having any kind of character growth that the readers can see. What might’ve fixed this would be instead of Galinda spending her entire summer break with her snobbish friends, she goes back to the school early and helps Boq and Elphaba with their research. This would give Galinda the opportunity to experience more in the injustices of Animals. I can just see her asking “why can’t women go to the library? Not like I’d want to of course, but just the principle?” during one of the meet ups.

I don’t know if it’s just me but there are things about the way Elphaba is written that I read as autism-coded. I don’t know if anyone else had that reading, if you did, I would love to compare notes on the subject!

Overall this chapter really packed a punch with its content. I hope to do a full character analysis when I’m done the book. If I skipped anything you wanted me to talk about please let me know. I admit I’m rather nervous to keep reading. Coming off of Good Omens, I had really not expected a deep dystopian conversation about rights and the injustices of the systems that revoke them.

[iplayghoul]

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐫. 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

pairing:: eren yeager x fem!reader (black coded)

word count:: 2.7k

warnings:: mostly smut, sexual roleplay, pre-decided stuff, rough sex, eren has a fat dick, black coded characters, eren is ghostface, chasing, spitting, oral sex (f recieving), use of 'girl' and 'bitch', established married relationship, semi-public sex (in their home's backyard), fingerfucking, light choking, eren is sweet, i love yall.

notes:: i actually really love this😭comments and rbgs much appreciated, i love making eren nd his s/o black coded so they are.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭'? He laughs a little, "Fuck, they definitely did, oh my god," You cringe and press your hands against your face. "Shit, when'd you get yo' nails did?" His eyes widen a little in surprise, noticing three nails had already popped off and he hadn't seen this pattern yet.

You're sprinting past the bushes in your front yard, the dark sky engulfing you with only the full moon illuminating the path as the lights planted in your garden were switched off. Heavy booted footsteps clambered down behind you and with a hard swallow you forced yourself to speed up.

In only a pair of loose, soft shorts and a long t-shirt belonging to your husband on, you slapped a hand over your breasts to hold them down as you bent around the corner of your house. The rain from throughout the day made your tiled pathways slippery and your breathing, so heavy, began to sound like desperate whimpers as you grew tired.

Dashing through the backyard and around the pool, you briefly remembered the perfect place to hide. A small, gated nook hidden in the rose bushes with comfy pillows laid on the concrete floors. Your husband created the space for you, well used as a place for you to ground with nature and relax during a sunny day.

Your thighs smacked and rubbed against each other as you scurried up to the golden gate and unlatched it, slamming it a bit too hard behind you and replacing the latch. You silently wished you'd had the key for it on you, ready to lock it. Hastily scampering among the pillows, nestling yourself in the corner of the square nook and squeezing a pillow to your chest. A hand of yours slapped against your lips as you attempted to slow your breathing.

You could bite off your acrylics right this second, the tips prickling at your cheek and making noise as they rubbed together. You heard the booted steps again, one, two, one two, pressing on the tiled floors around the pool. The boots making crunching noise against the dirt you tracked on the tiles, your breath caught in your throat and you held it. Closer and closer it sounded out before a black gown ghosted past the gate.

The footsteps seemed to dissipate, and you released distressed sigh, relaxing your tensed body for just a moment. "Hmm, where's that pretty girl," The voice rumbling out deeply cutting through the silence. An owl cooed in the distance and you froze up like a block of ice just as quickly, and the air became similarly cold.

"Is my pretty girl hiding from me?" The footsteps came back slowly and you frantically grabbed pillows to brace yourself, nibbling at your fingers anxiously. The boot clad feet appeared at the gate entrance again, black gown falling down in the cool night's breeze to cover it. Slowly, you gulped, and as you looked up the body of the figure, your mouth dropped open and let out a sharp shriek into the night. His face was covered by a white mask that was twisted into a ghastly look; eye holes cut out and an elongated mouth.

With a quickness his black gloved hands rattled at the gate, and you strained your eyes to see beneath the mask, a pair of blue-green eyes filled with intensity stared at you. Taking a deep breath, you scooted up to the gate and smacked at his hands, scratching at his fingers as they tried to open the gate with force.

"No! Stop, leave me alone!" You wrangled with his arms as he overpowered you, pressing a hand near your throat and throwing you back against the pillows. In your moments of shock, you heard the gate's latch become undone; your heart pounded and you thanked every god you knew that your back was facing the tall man's direction. You were spared the suffering of seeing the threatening man come upon you while you could only be frozen to the floor in fright.

He was teasing you, heavy footsteps sauntering up behind your back and he squat down wide. You flinched as long fingers cascaded along your waist, slipping under your- your husband's shirt and caressing the pooch of your tummy. His long hands grazing against the swell of your boobs that hung naked beneath the shirt. You pressed your face into a pillow and he pulled his hands away.

"My pretty bitch won't look at me?" You could hear him biting back a cocky smile beneath the mask, "Fuckin' lea'me alone Mr. Ghostface!" your face burned and if your skin were pale, you'd be bright red. "Ah, so is that what they call me, pretty thing?" He mumbled, large hands back onto your lower back, playing with the softness of your skin idly as he spoke.

"Look at me, girl." He demanded and you closed your eyes tight, "Ah! Shit!" you yelped at the resounding smack he swatted against your ass, exposed under your night shorts. "I said look at me, honey."

Adrenaline rushed tears into the corners of your eyes, and slowly you shifted against the pillows, pulling the one covering your face down and staring him the face with a pout. Your glossed lips were halfway done now, the gloss rubbing off in your rush and your brows furrowed as you peered at him.

You didn't break eye contact either, when his hands came up to squeeze at your jaw, pressing your cheeks together to puff out your lips and make the stick out.

He lifted the mask and hood part of his outfit, not too much though, just for you to see pink plump lips and the short stubble of what could be a beard. He pressed his lips against yours, releasing the hold he had on your chin and dragging his fingers down to rest comfortably around your neck.

He gave it a testing squeeze, slipping his tongue into your mouth as you both moaned into the kiss, drawing back to hear the sound of released suction before pulling you back in for a deeper one. Your tongues molded against each other and by habit you suck intently onto his, eyes shut and melting into him.

Your hands held your body up to him, palms pressing into the pillows and his other hands pulling you closer by your waist. With another moan, he pulled back and your eyes open slightly, entranced by the string if saliva still connecting you both then glancing back up at him as he'd begun to desperately push his lips to your neck.

Then to your breasts where his impatient hands shoved up your husband's shirt, tongue spread wide and licking at the tattoos on your lower waist. He bit at the skin above your pussy, sliding down your panties and shorts together before rushing back up to your lips. You both groaned at the eager kiss, lips moving quickly but simultaneously; the patterns of your makeout already seeming practiced and memorized. The moans erotic and your kiss deep like an unholy dance.

He slipped a black glove off his right hand, pulling his lips off yours reluctantly and asserting his attention onto your cunt: sticky with need. Gently, spreading the dark lips apart to see pink, his fingers played at the entrance, staring where the slick gathered. Collecting it onto two fingers, he ran them through the folds of your pussy, ever-so-lightly and almost hesitantly pressing the wetness against your clit.

You clasped a hand over your mouth immediately, a starved, throaty moan dropped from your lips at the needed touch. He pushed your legs back, and you let your other hand grab at the back of your thigh to hold it up. You breathed hard behind your palm as his face drew nearer your cunt, mumbling, "What- watchu g'nna do t'me Mr. Ghostface?" You knew the answer, but asked anyways.

You couldn't see his eyes as he looked up at you, the heat of his breath making your cunt get drooly, "G'nna eat yo pretty pussy," He pressed a kiss to your clit and you could almost sob, "Then, m' g'nna fuck the shit out you," He gives your cunt a long lick and your eyes spring fresh tears, "N' I'm g'nna make you love every second of it. Got it?"

You only nod, and he pushes the mask further up, careful not to show you his face but you could just see the shape of his nose. It pressed against your clit as he engulfed your pussy in his mouth. Eagerly sucking and licking at your cunt like he were making out with it.

"Oh fuck! Gh- ah! Shit," the hand from your mouth now grabbing at a pillow below you hastily while the other struggled to hold up your left leg, the man between your legs used his hand to keep it elevated. His tongue flicked at your clit and he sucked the fleshy mound into his mouth like a pacifyer, letting the spit that builded in his mouth to pour all over it and your folds.

Your back arched up and your left hand, having forgotten holding your leg up, grabbed at your fat breasts and played at your nipples. The strong wet muscle of his tongue, fucking into your pussy while his fingers rubbed sopping wet circles around your clit. "Mmm, ah shit, Sir," His fingers unintentionally press hard onto your clit at the last address, and he moaned into your pussy.

Switching his attention, his lips encased your clit and two long fingers invaded the plushy, velvety walls of your cunt, well-kept nails scratching softly against it; he finds the chubby mound inside you with a quickness. Your going insane: a sharp nailed hand grabbed at your breasts with the saliva that dropped from your mouth. The mouth that was sucking and spitting and slobbering all over the three fingers of yours you'd stuffed into your attention seeking mouth, moaning like a bitch.

Your tummy starts to tense up and you feel pressure building near your clit, legs twitch and you begin to shuffle away from his lips on your cunt, large hands grabbing the fat of your legs and ass. He pulls you into his face, you see white and begin to whimper and whine, "No, no, no, no, no! Ahh, shit, shit!" He kissed your cunt deeply, "C'mon, pretty thing, cum all over m'face."

Legs stiffening up, you squirted thick ropes of cum on his face, chin and directly into his mouth as he continued to suck and lap at you. You lay back, fucked out as he licked up the mess you made.

Your eyelids hung low, but you could see him pull his mask back down over his face, long dark hair appearing over his shoulders with slight waves in them. He smacked his hands against your thighs and you remembered what he listed to you, 'Then, m' g'nna fuck the shit out you.'

Letting his smacks flop you over onto your tummy like he wanted, you perked your ass up, letting it jiggle in his face as he ran his hands over the crevices of your cellulite. Lifting your ass further up, he pressed a hand into the arch of your back and then spread your cheeks before molding your ass in his hands.

You felt him shift to stand up, eyes looking at nothing but the rose bush before you and darkness, you hear a belt and a zipper from under his outfit and shuffling; you flinch at the smack of his left hand on your left ass cheek, spreading 'em again. He shifts forward, hand on the base of his cock and rather than spitting in his hand to lubricate his dick, you feel him press the meaty muscle between your pussy.

He slides his cock up and down your cunt, letting the remnants of your orgasm coat him before he pulls away and pumps it in his hand. Your hands are crossed below you and your chin rests on them, restlessly sucking at your bottom lip. You fantasize and imagine what his cock looks like or— what it would look like although you already knew.

Its girth between your cunt felt like entirely too much. Regardless of him spreading your ass, when the base of his cock reached your pussy, the rest of his tip and shaft struggled to fit between your ass with it's size.

It wasn't too long, just about average or an inch more but it surely did seem thick. You were drawn from your thoughts when he pressed the tip against your entrance, not before he let it run circles around your clit. Instinctively, you pushed your hips back against him, yelping as you earn a slap to the ass. He was circumcised.

He pumped the tip in and out, stretching you out slowly to the point where you could easily suck in the tip; this doesn't take very long. After five times of pumping it in and out you realize what he's doing.

"Shit," you whisper, fuck it, "Eren— shit! Wait, no– Ah!" He hammers his cock into your cunt from the minute you fucked up and said his name in panic, grinning behind the mask as your pussy suckles on his cock with every stroke.

He's got a slight curve in 'em, feeling it poke and prod at your insides with every thwack of his hips against your ass. Together with it, came your ah, ah, ah's, moaning out loud and desperate to have your clit played with. You're sucking and slobbering on your fingers again and he reads your mind, his fingers quickly find your clit and relentlessly torture the nerves while his cock bullies into you.

White streaks run down his cock from your pussy, a creamy ring forms at the base of his dick and makes sticky strings when your cunt connects with it. He fondles with your clit, biting his lip behind the mask when he feels you dripping onto his fingers.

All ideas of the little cat n' mouse roleplay have gone out the window, all you can think about right now is how your husband pauses for a second, rests his heavy leg onto yours to hold you down and to gain leverage before he drills his cock back into your cunt to feel you deeper.

You only chant, "Eren, eren, eren!" and squeal into the night while he grabs your hair like it's a saddle and rides into your ass like it's nobody's business. A mouth full of pillow and some of your hair, becoming a mess beneath him.

"Oh my god," You feel your clit throb hard, "Oh my god, oh my god, 'Ren— slow down, fuuuck!" He doesn't slow down, his thrusts become erratic and you hear his low moans beneath the mask that he's now pulling off as he becomes increasingly hot and sweaty.

He leans over you and the hair that hasn't stuck to his face sticks to yours, he presses open mouthed kisses at your temple and you legs convulse. You let out a loud, broken cry, clenching on his cock as he slows and cumming hard for a second time. He groans openly into your ears, following it with a kiss while spurting his hot, white cum into your cunt.

You both remain in that position for a long minute, breathing heavily with the chirps of crickets coming from somewhere in the backyard. He pulls out slowly with a duetted hiss, softly grabbing you to lay down onto the haphazardly assorted pillows.

"Holy fuck, Eren," You look up him, he's sitting back on his heels and he's tucked his dick back into to his costume. "Yea, holy fuck," He offers a slight smile.

"You think the neighbours heard all dat',? He laughs a little, "Fuck, they definitely did, oh my god," You cringe and press your hands against your face. "Shit, when'd you get yo' nails did?" His eyes widen a little in surprise, noticing three nails had already popped off and he hadn't seen this pattern yet.

Looking down at them, you scoffed, "I got 'em done yesterday, boy. N' now they look crazy as fuck, she gon' see me twice this week. I got a story to tell her too!" You looked at him accusingly and he put his hands up in innocence.

You tug down his shirt that had rolled up around your neck and shoulders and he picked up your panties and shorts, grabbing your waist to help you up as you both made your way through the back door to freshen up; then, you'd lock up the house and go to bed.

— masterlist.

[yvettetheflyingpan]

It’s Saturday! Not Friday, but yesterday was a busy day and I only had time today to post the next five sketchbook pages on my ko-fi!

Kofi: https://ko-fi.com/flyingpan11037

This page features my designs for the Powerpuff Girls! POC coded Powerpuff Girls, with a variety of racial backgrounds for each girl! PPGs was one of my favorite shows growing up, I can’t wait to explore my designs more and draw a final illustration with them!!

[smucked]

loid likes to caress his wife’s chubby thighs while planting loving kisses on her lips and neck

[lemonebee--main]

[ninjasmudge]

a downgrade really