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butterflikisses · 3 months

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This 👏🏾

#butterflikisses #black twitter #black men #black men matters #blackout #black positivity #black people #blackisbeautiful #black children

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thecosmicpunk · 2 months

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Righteous Torrence 'Chevy' Hill was a 35 year old Black Trans Man who was murdered in Atlanta, Georgia last week.

He was the owner of an LGBTQ salon, meant to give Black/Queer folks a safe place to just be.

He was a father, a brother, a son, a friend.

Rest In Power and Rest peacefully Chevy

His story is not getting nearly enough attention.

💙💖💙💖

#chevy hill #righteous torrence chevy hill #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtqa #queer #trans #transgender #trans man #trans men #punk #rest in power #black lives matter #black trans lives matter

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sluttyvioletx · 3 months

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Hey Mister! Are you letting me suck your 🍆 or you give me a back shot🥵🤤👉👌

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sunshinewalks · 1 month

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Black hair fierce stare, my hair speaks volumes.

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izzye-girl · 3 months

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Didnt your mom ever tell you that you cant say you dont like something until you try it? DM are open Daddy hit me up👉👌💦🍆💖

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bonebrokebuddy · 1 year

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It’s time for a, “things I sent to my twin’s inbox but she said I should post myself because I never post my own work and she’d like if I stopped spamming her inbox with ideas but I forgot about it and just kept it in my drafts notes for months and now finally I’m posting the fucking things.”

Or for short:

DP X DC PROMPT #7:

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Danny visits metropolis and people are deadset on believing that Danny is either Clark’s little brother or his nephew from Illinois… despite that Clark can literally not be related to him. Not that the people at the Daily Planet know that, but even the ones who do know are giving him a hard time.

“I’m adopted Jimmy!” Clark threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You are very aware of that.”

“But he looks just like you Clark, you even talk the same!” Jimmy peaked around the corner, catching a glimpse of Danny talking to Lois in the employees lounge.

“He has a upper midwestern accent. I’m from Kansas, Jim. Not all midwesterners know each other!”

“So?”

“Jimmy. You know damn well why we can not be related.” Clark subtly gestured to his cheap “I believe in aliens” mug. Jimmy was Clark’s best friend and most of the time he really appreciated the kid’s keen eye but Jimmy also seemed to be constantly dead-set on figuring how to give Clark a headache.

“But he looks like a mini you! Have you asked him if he has a spare spaceship lying around anywhere?” Jimmy snarked as he glanced over to Danny and Louis who were finally heading back from their break.

“Jimmy, I will put you on the moon and leave you there.”

“Alright sheesh. I get it, I’ll drop it.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc writing prompt #bones writes #clark kent #superman #jimmy olson #danny fenton #daily planet misunderstandings #a reminder that Clark Kent simultaneously has the biggest heart in the dcu but also is a snarky asshole who is able to keep up with Lois #the threat clark uses in the end is inspired by the adventures of Superman radio show #because Superman has used the threat ‘tell the truth or we go to the moon’ More Than Once In The Radio Show to intimidate villains or goons #into telling him information #but the best part is TAOS Superman would 100% follow through on that promise bc that version of clark is 110% the sass I love to see #but also that snark is literally All of his personality in the typical bad writing version of ‘blank slate character is relateable #and a self insert so young men can fit themself into the main character’s shoes’#and TAOS Superman has Zero hesitance to maim or injure a criminal no matter the crime bc he’s a very black and white thinking bitch #but I think he’s a neat specimen from the past that I’d like to put in a jar and study #bones writes in the tags #anyways if you go into the show aware that it’s a piece of it’s time (1941-50) and occasionally is Very racist. go listen to TAOS #it’s very interesting as you see the difference in media as it shifts from pre-WWII to current WWII to post-WWII #it’s very neat. just listen to it through a ‘this is not canon’ mindset (bc it’s a radio show that’s officially non-canon)#and a historical view mindset #then you’ll have a fun time listening to the old timey radio show with the occasional ‘wait What the fuck did they just say?!’ moment #to keep you on your toes

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xpancake-punkx · 11 months

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Punk is POC

Punk is Queer

Punk is Community

Punk has no room for your moldy white dreads and self entitlement

#autistic punk #stfu white men #punk #queer punk #black lives matter #real punk #no room for the white man #punk poser #white dreadlocks #fake punk #punks for autism #politically punk

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dawaapop · 5 months

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LIVE LIFE

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mrsoulstice · 3 months

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Family Matters cast

Then vs Now

#steve urkel #family matters #Carl Winslow #black family #black sitcoms #black men #black woman #90s

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miracleon63rdstreet · 1 year

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Please reblog if your blog is a safe space for black trans ppl, this includes black trans women, black trans men, black intersex ppl, black genderfluid ppl, black gender neutral ppl, and black intersectionality for all different types of black & brown ppl excluding TERFs.

#black trans women #black trans men #black intersex #melanin #black lives matter #black intersectionality #black love #black history #black lgbtq #safe space

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twdxtrevor · 7 months

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America prides itself on being "land of the free" yet if you're not a cis straight white male your targeted, My state along with almost half the states in america have made it almost impossible for not only minors to get gender affirming care but also adults.

I and everyone else should have the right to our own body, yet people who dont even know us are taking that control. But no one seems to care unless it affects them, well people need to learn. It DOES affect them, if you think they're going to stop with taking our rights your fucking delusional. They're not going to stop, they won't be satisfied till we're dead. - Trevor

#lgbtq+#lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer #lgbtqiia+#transgender #lgbt pride #lgbtq community #black lives matter #trans rights #human rights #womens rights #trans men are men #trans women are women #trans youth #trans rights are human rights

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funnyexel · 1 year

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Imagine having Makeup Sex with Bruce Wayne

You’re married, he stupidly accuses you of cheating and after much resistance, you finally give in and fuck it out…

“I won’t forgive you easily.” You say sure of your resolve, how naïve of you.

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“Its not coming off.” You whisper to him in the darkness, speaking about your bra.

“want me to rip it?” He breathes against you and you hum in compliance. The clasps a tearing to his inhumane grip, fabric ripping as well.

“here..” you mutter, “touch me here, please,” you beg him. Tears on the verge of falling from your frustration. Using his finger to lift your chin, he kisses you, his warm lips pressing against yours and increasing the ball of heat. Which blazes through your whole body, a ball of heat and want. Sneaking his hands to your hips, he helps you straddle his lap as his rough palms move over your soft and smooth thighs. The kiss was slow but your moments were hasty, needy, your hand messing up his naturally styled hair as your tongues intertwine in the most sinful dance ever. Trailing the kisses down your chin to your neck, you take a breath and bite back a moan.

“hurry up.” Your voice breaks with the demand, you wouldn’t be surprised if he clowned you the next morning for all the whimpering you’re doing. Before you give him anymore leeway to touch and tease your body more, you slide down his shorts. And he pulls your panties aside in response, ridiculing your hole and pushing two fingers inside.

“you’re…so wet.” He thickly swallows, holding your hips still as he pushes them in and out.

Taking his fingers out you for good he’s hard, using the wetness he collected on his fingers to lube himself up. It not only made his cock strain but it made him twitch in anticipation. Pushing yourself up, he lines himself up with your hole. Resting your hands on his shoulders and sliding down, you stretch out as you sit inch by delicious inch.

“m’slow, baby…slowly.” He lets out in a labored breath, the silhouette of his head leaning back on the headboard. He is always horny, he just controls himself majority of the time. And you, without fail coax him out of his composed nature, turning him into a man with instincts once he gets you alone.

“oh..fuck.” Your breath shudders, hips rocking against him. This is all he wants. You on top of him, moaning and cursing from the pleasure. It makes his night after he spent so many nights cumming in his hand, looking at your sleeping body and wishing it was your cunt. All his anger towards the world disappears when he’s inside you.

Your soft palms move to his hair, so you can pull him closer. Shoving his face in your breasts. Shrieks leaving your vocal cords every other moment when he would push himself into you, deeper than you could ever do without help. He hums, his eyes not leaving yours. Though you could barely stay focused on his eyes, he never stopped looking into yours. Sitting up on the bed as your knees sink in to better hold yourself up, his hand slithers up your back. Making you jerk forward, boxing him in against the headboard and your boobs. Your hands moving from his hair to the headboard.

He mumbles under you and even if you could hear him its just incoherent nonsense he spurs out when he’s pussy drunk. His mouth latching on your nipple and sucking, all the while he is thrusting into you at a shattering pace. You can’t help but roll your eyes, moaning with no restraint.

You try to laugh at how much he’s enjoying this but your face twists at the pulls and pinches happening in your cervix. Breathing his name lowly as you cry out for him.

“bruce, hm’..” Your nails scratch visible marks into the wooden board as you slam yourself down to his balls, squeezing tightly on his cock, relieving yourself. His grip on your hip tightened as he moans, your warmth, sounds and ability of your body overwhelming him. Flipping you feverishly, he huffs over you, a surprised high pitched hum leaving your lips. Hands digging into his shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, then snapping them harshly beginning a rogue pace. Moving one hand to the top of the headboard, you use it as a cushion for your head as you body gets pushed upward.

“hah…my- my head.” Words totally escape you. He grunts, gripping the backs of your thighs and moving you both lower on the bed.

“you’re…” he starts, “so fuckin’..” in between, “pretty..” every thrust. “oh my god-” The moonlight illuminates his shadowy figure nicely, you watch as he roughly grips at his roots. Grabbing one of your ankles, you jump at the suddenness of it but melt into it as he rests it on his shoulder. Doing the same to your other leg. Stopping his rhythm completely.

“what’s wrong..?” You squeak at the pull in your legs, a bit of shuffling going on.

“nothin’…hmph..oh.” He says abruptly starting again, purposely putting all of his body weight on you to mush you into a mating press. Now babble was leaving your lips, a mix of no’s and yes’s, stuttering and stumbling over simple words and most of all whining. So much whining, and sharp breaths.

“yes, m’little wife,” you deliriously smile at the name.

“sorry…sorry..sorry, please! fuck.” you shout mindlessly, your nails finding the nearest pillow to dig into.

“who’s my little wife,” he sighs, grinding into you.

“no..o-oh my..fuck!” you put one hand against his chest, your lungs burning from the strain and gummy walls aching around him.

“don’t make me ask again..” he mutters in your ear, enjoying you cracking under the intensity.

“please…” you beg him, “it’s me-” you recite, giving in, “fuck! it’s me,” you gasp.

“say it” he bathes in your hiss of pain when he bites lightly into your neck.

“i’m your little wife!” your leg shakes against his head and you couldn’t be more ignorant to the pain, “your wife,” you cried out, “just your wife!” to the top of your exhausted lungs.

“..’m gonna cum-“ he rasps, slamming into you, over and over. Whining and letting all the slutty noises leave his lips. Only focused on getting off. Opening your mouth to intake more air, your labored breathing fills the air along with your skin clapping together in applause and his cute whining. Your chest heating up at your bodies moving the bed back and forth. His intimate and broken moans being the start of the end to his barbaric speed. The strength of his strokes increasing.

“ah..oh..shit,” he recites in a chant, swallowing his access spit. His hips sputtering to a stop as a line of curses leave his lips. Hot fluid burning the insides of your body, shooting into you, moaning lowly at the feeling of his hot semen in your cunt. Heavy breathing mixing together in a song of sex. Looking down at your spent body, he takes in your fucked out look. He knows it hasn’t been long but by the looks of it, you won’t last another round. Lifting up off of you, he gives both your legs a rest as he places them down gently at either side of him. Keeping his hands on your thighs to feel the violent shake.

“y-you ass-h-hole.” you hate when you stutter but you honestly couldn’t help it.

Your hands go limp at your sides as you relax, hesitantly reaching down to feel his cum leaking out your plugged pussy and a wet spot on the bed. You’re too surprised and caught up in the fact that you squirted and didn’t notice that he dipped off the bed.

“you okay?” he asks, coming back, wiping your inner thighs and legs. Humming to him, you smile in content. Rolling you on your side, he spoons you.

“Isn’t the bed wet.” you croak and he shakes his head, telling you it was is shirt that’s wet. Lying in the pillows, your eyelids shut as a loud yawn escapes your lips. The exhaustion in your body not helping you ignore the immense butterflies swirling in your abdomen as he rocks you to sleep.

The burn of the morning sun shocks you out your slumber, rolling into open arms, you mush your head into his shoulder. Deep chuckles rumbling his chest as he ruffles the sheets, shielding you beneath his pile of flesh.

“mornin’..” he slurs, his head pounding from the night before.

“good morning.” you bathe in his raspy morning voice, eating up the way his eyes identify all your facial features from the curves and creases of your lips to each darling hair of your eyebrows as if they’ve changed overnight.

Tilting your head up, you force your eyes open, blinking a few times to clear the blur and find his lips. Once, twice, thrice and smiling into the last one.

“how’s your legs.” he smirks at your unamused face, already knowing the answer to his teasing statement.

“you must get off from getting a rise out of me.”

A/n : I literally can’t stop taking huge breaks and its so bad. I’m changing up my formatting for my works if you couldn’t tell. I also might be publishing a Brahms story but then again who knows…

more of my writing

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sluttyvioletx · 3 months

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Would you turned over to give me a ride on the couch daddy 🔥🥵🤤👉💦👌

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heroesmakingbadchoices · 2 years

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The best comic book relationship trope by far is: ridiculously over-powered literal goddess and her boyfriend, just some guy who’s embarrassingly in love with her

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izzye-girl · 2 months

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Daddy are you set to take this off, then we 🤤👉👌

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aribanksxoxo · 7 months

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Photo credit to myself 👏🏽💯🤔

#social justice #climate change #science #love #crazy ex girlfriend #loveyourself #black lives matter #straight men #mental health #losangeles #art #tradishional art

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