#x reader community

[jenny-ate-ink]

I feel like the context behind reading and writing x reader fics has gotten lost.

The first rule of x reader fics for readers is this:

The writer does not know you.

The first rule of x reader fics for writers is this:

You do not know the reader.

When writing a good x reader fic, the goal isn't to insert the reader into the story, but rather, to give the readers an insert they want to project onto instead.

And inversely, the appeal of a good x reader fic is not to imagine yourself, exactly as you are, in the story, but to rather imagine yourself as someone else. Imagine yourself with a new personality, new history, new strengths and weaknesses, likes and dislikes, even different morals, but the same, or even just a similar, appearance for easier immersion. Like a video game, you can customize the appearance of the insert all you want, but the dialog and cutscenes are already all planned out and made.

X reader fics are fundamentally escapism. Any reader with a lick of sense knows that the writer does not know them and that they don't need the author to know them. X reader fics are a vessel to imagine yourself as someone else in a different world, living a different life, being a different person, and interacting with characters in that world (and I specify interacting because not all x reader fics are romantic. Yes, I won't deny most of them are, but platonic x reader fics where you imagine yourself as a friend or family instead of a lover also exist).

Sometimes, the reader will want to imagine themselves as a badass hero, other times a villain, or a deranged serial killer, a healer, a normie surround by fantastical people/creatures, etcetera, etcetera. X reader fics allow people to imagine themselves in all these different roles, as all these different characters.

If you're reading a x reader fic and are constantly thinking "I wouldn't do this" or "I wouldn't say this" you have forgotten the first rule of x reader fics. The author does not know you. When reading a x reader fic, the question you should be asking yourself is, "Is it fun to imagine myself doing/saying this?" If yes, then great! You found a x reader fic you like! If no, then it's not the x reader fic for you, hit that back button and keep scrolling.

If the only thing you ever feel when reading x reader fics is annoyance and frustration that character!you isn't saying and doing things real you would say and do, then the x reader genre probably isn't your thing, and that's fine. X reader fics are often an acquired taste. Not everyone is going to like the genre, but that is to be expected with any kind of genre.

And if you, a writer, are constantly stressing about trying to make the insert super relatable and normal and basic and representative of the widest audience possible, and trying to insert the readers themselves directly into the fic, you have forgotten the first rule of x reader fics. You do not know the reader. Again, any reader with a lick of sense knows this and either doesn't care or is willing to get over it. Again, your goal isn't to insert the reader into the story but to make the reader insert interesting enough that they want to project themselves onto it regardless of how similar or different the insert is to the real them.

"But how do I make a good x reader fic then?? :("

Literally make an OC then later edit them into a reader insert. Give them a personality, history, weaknesses and strengths, and all that jazz, then just go back and remove the OC specific information like their name and descriptive details. To make the editing from an OC to a reader insert easier, just add a special mark to any OC specific info so you can easily search and replace it. Enclose names [like this] or <like this>, or add an asterisk next to things like eye color or hair color *like this* or *like this. Just use some kind of special marker basically, just make sure to just use one and be consistent with it.

I also feel like there's a rising problem with a lot of people who just straight up don't like the x reader genre as a whole in the first place reading x reader fics and getting annoyed and frustrated that the writer did not write the reader!character to match the real them because they expected to be written into the story, not to have to project onto it instead, and rather than just accept this isn't their thing and move on they go on to make fun of and shame the genre as a whole, including the people who read and write it.

And so writers then go on and try to appeal to these dislikers and misunderstanders by tossing aside the first rule and appeal of x reader fics and start self-deprecating in order to seem "self aware" of their "cringy" hobby. Genuine readers who do like and understand the genre also go on to self-deprecate to seem "self aware" of their "cringy" hobby, or even just straight up pretend they don't read and enjoy the genre too in order to not feel embarrassed and/or be shamed for liking the genre. And all of this making fun, shaming, self-deprecating and trying to cater to these dislikers and misunderstanders who are making fun of them and their genre just further results in the genre forgetting its roots and the x reader community becoming boring, mean, and generally uncomfortable.

Writers end up making wet cardboard cutouts for their reader inserts, readers become overly critical and judgmental of writers and fellow readers, and onlookers turn their nose up at all of us for it. Writers and reader may even give up their hobby of writing and/or reader x reader fics just to avoid being made fun of and/or avoid being seen as "cringy".

And the only real fix for this is to just stop caring if people think you're cringe. Do what you want while telling the dickasses trying to shame you "👍" and moving on. Cringe culture is dead and all that. Stop giving a fuck about dickasses and their dickass opinions. The x reader genre isn't everyone's thing, and that's their problem for not accepting that, not yours for just having a harmless hobby and enjoying a harmless genre of fanfiction.

You could be kicking kittens, spitting on pregnant women, or being a lame ass cyber bully who giggles to themself like a ten year old boy flicking his boogers at people when you're call out, but rather, you're writing and/or reading, engaging with a hobby and a community. Pat yourself on the back for not being a dickass. Treat yourself for not being a dickass by just having shameless, guilt-free fun.

But, to be fair, there's also the Tumblr specific problem of people not tagging their x reader fics, or making their x reader fics impossible/extremely difficult to filter, which in turn forces others who don't like or are just not interested the genre to constantly see it all the time. And this inability to filter out x readers if you're not into them breeds unfavorable attitudes if not outright hatred towards the writers, readers, and genre as a whole.

If x reader fic writers on this website just added the "#x reader" and/or "#reader insert" tag(s) to their posts alongside all the dozens of "#[insert character] x reader" and "#[insert fandom]" x reader" tags, the view of x reader fic writers, readers, and genre as a whole would likely improve into a more neutral stance amongst most people here.

Anyways, this was just me rambling my head off lol

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[t-the-ring-master]

I swear, the next time I see someone put an x reader tag on a non x reader story… imma scam their dog.

IF IT ISNT AN X READER THEN DONT TAG IT AS SUCH PLEASE 😭

(On another note. An OC reader is just an OC imo. I don’t like them, I’m sorry 😭. But I ain’t blonde and I’m dumb as heck. 😔)

[milktoast-femboy]

PSA TO X READER WRITERS...

i get it. i've written x reader stuff before. but like

can we... as a people agree to use one unified tag for it like? like 'x reader' as a general unifying tag for it all?

i don't want to see it when i'm not looking for it specifically and i seriously Can Not block every single (character) x reader tag that's out there so like

can we pretty please all do this?

[slater-selfships]

Girl no offense but 1: you’re out here looking for REAL PERSON FICTION. And going through your blog you’re unhealthily obsessed over a real person in that way. 2: you’re the fucking majority, us guys make up like less than 1% of the x reader fan base, grow the fuck up and just block the tags or something

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[pluck-heartstrings]

That ‘Oh.’ Moment in any DCAxreader fic where the robots realize they can love, and that they’re in love.

[lovermake]

SITTING ON HER LAP !

synopsis : sitting on your gf’s lap to help her mend a wound that she received from one of her late night fights, turns into some heated dry humping !

content warnings : NSFW 18+ ( viewer discretion advised ), wlw content, men do not interact, dry humping, teasing, pet names, mostly praise <3

It’s not uncommon to find yourself always stitching together Vi’s wounds, and having to help her heal any other bruises, cuts she received. You always try to remind her to be careful and not overwork yourself, but as long as you aren’t hurt or anything, she’ll keep on being reckless. Which is what you find yourself doing, early in the morning, resting in her lap and gently applying ointment to a cut.

She hisses, nails digging into your waist, until you finally close the wound with one last snitch. You plant a kiss on her lips and are ready to take off, getting ready for your own list of tasks to do, but one kiss isn’t enough for your girlfriend. It never is. She’ll kiss you again, a bit harder, where her tongue teases your bottom lip. And once you give in, the kisses are all so passionate and sloppy.

You find that your hips move on their own, gently nudging and grinding against hers, and she smirks into a kiss when she sees how desperate you have grown. You whimper into her mouth, as she pulls you closer. “A bit too early for this, huh, cupcake?”

“You started it” you argued, but she positions herself just enough, so that her thigh presses against your clit and makes you whimper. She doesn’t deny nor acknowledge your argument, but just watches you grind yourself against her pants, kissing her sloppily and moaning into her mouth as you do.

The cute thing about you is that you struggle to multitask, growing all too focused on grinding yourself against her, that you break away kisses to whimper and moan. So while your head is pulled back, it gives her perfect time gently slide a hand under your shirt, which will only make you yelp, at the feel of her cold hands.

Next thing you know your shirt will have fallen onto the ground, and she’s kissing at your breasts, to make up for the lost of kisses from your lips. Sucking at your nipples, leaving small marks on your chest. She adores every last bit of it.

She’s sucking hard at your breasts now, and you’re practically melting in her arms. Your nails running in her hair, and you feel yourself getting close. Another whimper leaves your throat and she can tell you’re almost there. She can’t help but lower her hand down to your ass and gently spank you there for encouragement.

“Oh fuck!” Are the last words to leave your lips before you find yourself squirting all over her thigh. Your head resting onto her shoulder, gasping for air.

“Seems you had fun” you hear her whisper, as she begins to rise, picking you up with her. You whisper back almost an inaudible “fuck you” and she contemplates on making a joke based off that but decides to remain quiet for once. “Let’s get you cleaned.”

[himexyandere]

I'd like to imagine a Yandere!Python Husband would keep you up all night, panting and purring about how your home is big enough to fit more than the two of you. He'll keep his thick cocks buried in both of your holes while he casually asks you how many children you'd want to have. No matter what your answer is, he'll keep fucking you and dumping his thick seed directly inside your womb. It's okay to pass out a little, he doesn't mind! Rest assured that you will be waking up to a belly full of cum and a snuggly snake curled around you in a protective manner (as if you're already pregnant and in need of protection). His dream is to knock you up with twins or triplets 💖

"You'll grant that for me, won't you, dearie~?"

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea #8:

A yandere ex is dumped by his girlfriend, (Y/n), because she caught him cheating. The yandere is quick to chase her around begging for forgiveness while she's heartbroken. He basically stalks her to the point that (Y/n) had to put restraining orders on him and change her city and number. Years later, he finds her about to marry her yandere fiancé (who is secretly MUCH more yandere than him) to whom (Y/n) gave her heart. The yandere fiancé knows about the yandere ex's existence, and constantly watches him; he mocks and rubs it in his face that (Y/n) will never be his to the point of secretly inviting him to the wedding and watching him mockingly and scornfully from the audience from the altar, after kissing his beloved.

[marttapav]

and if you leave here, you leave me broken, shattered I lie.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Fitness Trainer

A/N: I blended some french terms of endearment with English don't come for me. But is Antoine really French, or is he feigning this way to get closer to you? (Had a fem idea for this too)

Synopsis: Another day at the gym, your personalized trainer is helping you out a lot more intimately than he would with most clients.

TW: Creep gym trainer, yandere themes, mentions of future stalking/imagined groping, sensual content

And up... and down, just like that."

The squeeze on your hips kept you stable, even with your fingers shaking, mouth agape as hot breath was sucked in, and out. 

"One more, you can do one more for me."

"I can't..." you huffed, thighs quaking as the barbell on your shoulders made you ache. 

"Yes you can. C'mon sweetheart, we'll do it together."

He gripped the barbell beside where your sweating hands were, chest flush against your back as his feet entrapped the outside of your own. 

“Do it with me now,” He pulled the weight lower, forcing you to squat despite the agony in your ankles and tailbone. “Push through it, baby.”

The sweet name just slipped out, breathy against your ear as his hot exhales slowed compared to your huffs. It almost made you slip.

You could feel the muscles in your wrists shaking, vision going blurry as sweat drips into your eyes. One of his hands leaves the barbell to grip your hip, forcing you back into a standing position as your knees nearly give out. 

You rise slowly back up with the barbell in your hands, nearly groaning in pain at the strain. You finally lift your arms to your chest, finishing the rep with a strained frown as your personal trainer forces the weight off of your arms. His taller stature makes it easy to put the barbell back on the rack in front of you. 

You feel as if you could collapse, an hour and a half of intense training brought upon by your own determination leaving you exhausted and a little discouraged. You thought you could do more, push yourself harder-- but at the end of the day, the amount of reps your body would let you do, was it. You’d crack if you tried to go even further, end up tearing something or worse. 

Your trainer could tell; the way you sweat, your eyebrows furrowed as you kept that hard, strained look with each motion he made you do. 

“I hate to say it, but you’re done for today.” 

You look up at him from your place on the ground, water bottle hanging from your grip as you try to catch your breath. 

Antoine had only worked with you for a couple weeks now, what started as once a week now thrice, if you had the time after work of course. But somehow, he always enticed you to come back. 

His body, which should’ve been motivation, was more or less disheartening-- rippling muscles and bulging quads peeking beneath his tight ‘TRAINER’ black tee and athletic shorts as the perfect ensemble. 

He was so sweet, so encouraging and upsettingly positive. Always filling up your water bottle, saying how he’s always admiring the growth of muscle definition in your back, giving you light touches to show which area of your body that a machine might work out. He even offered post-exercise massages to make sure you didn’t get sore after each session, free of cost as a perk of joining the gym’s ‘premium membership’, an idea he sold you on. That, along with the complementary protein shakes made that were hi “specialty.”

You knew it was his job to hook you in, but who could say no to that sweet meathead’s face? Which is why you were here, on a late saturday afternoon, in this nearly empty gym with him that he convinced you to love. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, even if he was the one persuading you, offering to use his time off to come in and help train you.

“Feelin’ sore?” Antoine bends down next to you, offering a small towel from his pocket. The twinge of accent in his speech makes him sound funny, dry lips parted as he looks you over. “You went harder than usual today.” 

“Yeah,” You let out after a gulp of water. “Definitely gonna feel this later tonight; ha, maybe I’ll actually take you up on one of those massages.” 

You point with your water bottle, grinning tiredly as Antoine’s eyes seem to shine. He licks his lips to hide a giddy grin. 

“Of course-- definitely, I’d be more than happy to. These hands can work magic you wouldn’t believe.”

Antoine shuffles behind you, pulling at your shoulders to make you sit up straight. 

“Wha- you mean right now? I’m all, sticky.” 

“Now’s the best time, your muscles are just coming down from the effort they’ve exerted. Best to prevent any aches and pains as soon as possible rather than waiting.” 

He begins gentle rubs against the base of your neck; vast, warm fingers grace your collar with a softness you hadn’t expected. Usually when people try to massage your shoulders they’re too harsh, too grippy; but Antoine was rhythmic, pushing into your back with his palms as he made his way down to your shoulder blades. 

“But considering you’ve pushed so hard, I don’t want to see you back here for a couple of days.” Antoine insisted.

“Awe, you want me outa here that badly?” You joked, laying your head forward as Antoine’s fingers made their way to the back of your neck, running pressed thumbs down from your hairline. “I see how it is, prefer your other clients over me.” 

It felt sort of weird, having him massage you so deeply on the gym floor out in the open. But the only person here in the middle of the afternoon was an older woman, paying more attention to her cellphone on the treadmill than anything you two were doing. 

Antoine shook your shoulders. 

“Don’t say that, now!” He leaned his head over next to yours from behind, getting so close your nose almost brushed against his cheek. “It’s not funny; I hope you don’t see me that way.”

“It’s just a joke,” You titter, running your handtowel down the front of your shirt.

“I never understand your jokes.” He sighs, hands moving down to your tailbone. He lifts the bottom of your shirt sticking to your skin, digging his hands against the soft flesh. 

“Woah, hey,” You turn to look at him, but his head is down, looking at his fingers. 

“I have to get to your hips, you can’t do so many squats without release. And at the rate you were going to day… well, you see what I mean.”

The bottom of your tanktop covers his knuckles as he pulls and kneads the skin of your lower back. 

“O-okay.. I guess..” 

He’s not usually so insistent, but he seems so genuine about it-- and, he’s the trainer, shouldn’t they know best? 

He begins with little strokes to your skin, almost caressing. You grow anxious until his thumbs push deep lines into your flesh. 

“Does that feel a little better, Mon cœur? Less pain?” He asks up close, staring at your heated and perspiring cheeks. 

You’re awed by how good it actually feels, the tension melting away with each push of his knuckles into your skin, and grip of his hands around your waist as each of his thumbs digs into your sides. 

“Yeah… feels a lot better..” 

“You can rest your head on my shoulder, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.”

You do as he says, arching your back with your head against his shoulder. He had easier access into your back, working his hands up beneath your shirt to reach your mid abdomen.

The deeper Antoine kneaded, the farther he grew up your back, the more… audible, his groans became. Each dip was another breathy moan into your ear. It was fine at first, just the sounds of his work; and then, it became almost, uncomfortably sensual. 

“Just like that...” He mumbled, giving a deep hum.

With your neck so close, his nose dips against your jaw to sneak a sharp inhale of your scent. It was heightened from your hour of strenuous work, a smell he couldn’t get enough of. 

But you jumped forward before he could nuzzle as deep against you as he wished. 

“Uh! Thanks, I feel a lot better now. Really… got all the kinks out.” 

You clutch your towel, facing your trainer to prevent him from working his “magic fingers” again. 

“Of course. And that’s just a taste, a fully body massage would leave the workout you just completed to drain away, as if it was just a dream.” He wiggles his hands with a sheepish grin, one so simple and sincere your guard fell again.

Sure, guys at the gym could be creeps, but he was your trainer, eyes kind and a little foreignly clueless, who only wanted to see you thrive; he’d never try something with you, his client. 

“Yeah, maybe next time. But now, I need to shower and get this stink off of me.” You bring yourself to your feet, all wobbly and achy-galore. Even with Antoine’s work on your shoulders, you can feel your back beginning to seize up. It’s gonna be hard to bend down for a while. 

Offering a hand to Antoine still on the rubbery gym floor, he takes it with a slight ease. He doesn’t use the weight in his hand to get up, knowing he’d just drag you back down to the floor if he did. 

“Thanks again-- I mean, I know it’s your job but--” 

“Don’t thank me; it’s always a treat to have you here, my cherie. I’d train you for free, you know!” 

You laugh, flattered at the idea. If you were a bit more forward, you’d ask him for that little perk. Hey, paying for his service certainly wasn’t cheap!

Making your way to the bathroom, you thank your lucky stars the hard part’s over. Too bad you can’t look at Antoine’s pretty face anymore, though. 

Antoine on the other hand, follows your stumbling body with his eyes, watching as you disappear behind the water fountain and bathroom door. 

His eyes jut back and forth between the machines and front door for witnesses, seeing none before snatching up your forgotten towel. How’d you never notice they didn’t just give these things out? 

He’d brought the cute handkerchief from home, wanting to appear the most of a gentleman. And, in the hopes that you’d use it every and anywhere. 

Oh, he thrived off that scent, pushing the white damp cloth heavy against his nose. It smelled even more potent of you, moreso than the few inches away of sniffs he usually got. 

His tongue just barely brushed against it, writhing in ecstasy from how it still held the stickiness of your sweat. You didn’t know how intoxicating it was to him, watching each bead of sweat leave your neck, the dip of your back when he got the chance to help hold that barbell with you… it was almost maddening, how strictly he had to restrain himself from lapping at your hot skin and running his hands beneath your gymwear. 

 No, he had to save this for later. What would his manager think if he saw him acting so ferally? 

Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. Such as, taking out the bathroom trash, a simple excuse to slide his manager for the opportunity to watch you shower. 

Who knew working here would have such great advantages in getting close to you. 

[dolliepiilled]

your f/o having a crush on you but they’re the worst at hiding it .. always perking up at the mention of your name , getting you gifts and paying for your food , offering to take trips with you and do things for you , rambling on and on about you with their friends with the sweetest smile and flushed face , always stuck to your side whenever you’re around .. and somehow , it’s obvious to everyone but you ;3

[rxmye]

" 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 "

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — everything in the end comes down to you . . God why are you so fucking hot when you're in control?

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / pathetic!yandere / vibrators / ruined orgasms / begging / choking (you choke him, bro is into it) / torture / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / pet names "good boy" (awakens something within him) / desperate yandere? desperate yandere. / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: we are so back, coming back the way I started (with Yoichi)

"Fuck, please", his voice was hoarse as he begged, looking at you with those tear stained doe eyes, he let out another whine, "please, please, please", he whispered like a prayer as you turned the vibrator even lower—ruining another orgasm in it's wake.

Yoichi swore he had never felt this desperate in years, grinding into the vibrator, his hands struggled some more on the makeshift binds, his wrist already scarred with rope burn—he wouldn't complain though . . no . . why would he ever complain.

Yoichi grit his teeth, a whine leaving his throat and more tears threatening to fall, this time however it was because of frustration—he leaned his head back, his bangs shifting, covering his eyes, sweat forming on his forehead, as he let out a few heavy breathes.

A choked sob leaving his throat when you turned the vibrator back on high, broken moans leaving his hoarse throat.

Yoichi closed his eyes shut, his toes curling from the feeling, saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth as he let out a particularly loud moan—Only to be cut off with the feeling of your hand wrapping around his throat—muffled noises left his mouth, and it was honestly pathetic how fast he came, white cum spurting everywhere, it even got on your clothes.

It took a minute or two before Yoichi opened his eyes, still feeling a bit dazed. The two of your eyes locked, and he flushed with embarrassment and awareness, the events of the last half an hour catching up to him.

You looked at him, "What do you say?", you questioned, eyes narrowing into a glare—and it would be a lie to say that didn't turn him on a little bit . . at the very least.

Yoichi hesitated for a moment, before finally answering, "t-thank you"

You smiled, ruffling his hair, and Yoichi felt his blood rise to his head, "Good boy", fuck.

Yoichi's stomach dropped low, and those two words awakened something in him that he just couldn't undo.

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[kaprisvn]

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