How Did They Let This Happen Again?

Stand for ALL black women

- College Educated black women

- Street Educated black women

- Poor black women

- rich black women

- Gay black women

- Trans black women

- Queer black women

- Imprisoned black women

- criminal-past black women

- mentally ill black women

- sex working black women

- disabled black women

- old black women

-young black women

- loud black women

- quiet black women

- dark-skinned black women

- Light-skinned black women

- fat, skinny, curvy, muscular, athletic black women

- agnostic, Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, Wiccan, Pagan, Bruja black women

- black women that are artists

- black women that cosplay

- black women that feel out of place

- black women out of work

- black women on welfare

- black women working two jobs

- black mothers

- black sisters

- black women choosing to exist in a world that doesn’t care if they exist.

All black women.

do people still read grey’s fics?? idk, if u guys do im opening requests.

i will write for amelia shepherd; addison montgomery; meredith grey; jo wilson; arizona robbins; callie torres; april kepner; and lexie grey. im open to writing for others though, depending on the request.

im open to writing smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, and angst with a happy ending. i’ll cover pretty much any sensitive topic because i deal with a lot of them, if im not ok with it i’ll just say no.

im masc presenting, so idk itll kinda align with that. probably more gender neutral stuff though because it seems more appropriate.

follow my main blog to see some of my works. though based around scream, i feel like itll be good for u guys to see my writing style n decide if that’s something ur into. if ur not, i am absolutely open to criticism. i’m a writer, though i’m a young writer who could improve. i would like to know how to do so.

again, check out the main blog - @scream4ash

This sounds like something from The Handmaid’s Tale, ffs.

Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

Fantasy / Monster Dildo Review Part 2

Hello! This is part 2 to the monster and fantasy Dildo reviews. I had to break it into 2 parts because tumblr only allows 10 images per post and I have more than 10 lol

Again this is just my reviews of the ones I have tried. Everyone is different. What gets me off may be different than what gets you off.

This will contain links to the dildos as well as pictures so if you don’t want to see that do not continue

Part 1

Dildo 11: link to dildo

Notes: this another dildo that I don’t have the link for the exact one but this is pretty much the same. I do really like it. The tapered tip makes for easy penetration and the texture is to die for. The size is pretty good. Not massive but feels great. This is another one that is great to suction to the floor or mount and ride. Great for monster fantasies!

Overall: 8/10

Dildo 12: dildo link

Notes: this is another really good one. It’s a pretty good size. No massive stretching happening here but it’s definitely a fun one. The little nub is so fucking good when you can get it to nudge or tap your clit on the downward strokes 🥵 it’s really good for ogre or goblin fantasies 💚

Overall: 8.5/10

Dildo 13: dildo link

Notes: honestly this one isn’t my favorite. It’s a unicorn dildo and it’s cute but it didn’t wow me. It feels fine there’s just nothing amazing about it.

Overall: 3.5/10

Dildo 14: Link to toy

Notes: Okay so this obviously is not a dildo but I still wanted to include it because it is a sex toy. This is a grinder for anyone that didn’t know. You basically ride it and grind into it like the name implies. If feels great on the clit. I do suggest adding extra lube so the movements stay fluid and slick. It’s really great if you can position a dildo and this so you bounce on the dildo and grind on this at the same time 🥵

Overall: 7/10

Dildo 15: sex toy link

Notes: so this is another grinder. This is the dragon version. Again it’s fun and feels really good. I do think I typically prefer this one a tiny bit more but overall they are pretty equal and just up to personal preference.

Overall: 7.25/10

Dildo 16: dildo link

Notes: I really like this one. I will say it helps to be very wet when using it but it feels great. The width/knot at the tip makes insertion a little bit hard but it feels great. And this is another one that your clit can rub against and that feels amazing as well. I really like this one for its versatility. It is great for alien fantasies and I use it for orcs, goblins, and ogres as well.

Overall: 9/10

I do have some more but I don’t have the direct links for them so I would need to do some looking and find similar ones to show you those. Let me know if this was helpful for you guys and if you want me to do more! 🥰

💕🖤❤️❤️🖤💕

i fear i have read every nicholas alexander chavez fic ever on this app… and im craving more 💔💔

Teasing Game

Request by @starobsidianruby

I couldn't help but notice the way Bret's eyes followed me as I moved across the room. It was like he was spellbound, unable to tear his gaze away from me. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I decided to have a little fun with him.

I sauntered over, each step deliberate and enticing, knowing that every movement would only intensify his desire. As I got closer, I could see the anticipation building in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored my own.

Leaning in close, I whispered seductively, "Is it my imagination or are you finding it hard to resist me?" My voice dripped with sugary sweetness, teasing him mercilessly.

Bret's breathed as a smirk curled up at the corner of his lips. He tried maintain his composure, but I could see the fire burning in his eyes. knew I had him right where I wanted him.

I gently traced a along his jawline, feeling the tension in his body increase with each touch "You know," I purred, "I could make it even harder for to resist." I leaned in closer, my warm breath grazing his ear, sendingivers down his spine.

His voice came out strained, barely a whisper, "What are you suggesting?"

With a playful glimmer in my eyes, I teased, "Well, maybe if you can prove yourself worthy of my attention, I might consider giving in to your desires."

A mix of frustration and determination flashed across Bret's face as he took a step closer, closing the remaining distance between us. His voice was low and filled with determination, "Challenge accepted."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his response, delighted by the thrill of the chase. With every trick up my sleeve and every tantalizing move, I would keep pushing his boundaries, teasing him until he couldn't resist any longer. The game had just begun, and I was determined to make him crave me like never before.

As the days went by, the teasing between us escalated. I would send playful glances his way, slyly brush against him in passing, and drop hints of what he was missing out on. Bret became even more determined to win me over, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and frustration.

One evening, we found ourselves at a crowded party. The atmosphere was electric, and I could sense the tension between us reaching its breaking point. Spotting Bret across the room, I decided it was time to take things to the next level.

I approached him with a confidence that matched the fire burning within me. "You've come a long way, Bret," I whispered as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "But are you ready for what comes next?"

His breath hitched, and I knew I had captured his full attention. With a mischievous smirk, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a secluded corner of the room. There, hidden from prying eyes, our little game would reach its climax.

The excitement was palpable as our bodies pressed against each other, the undeniable chemistry crackling in the air. Our lips finally met in a passionate embrace, and it was as if time stood still. All the teasing and taunting had brought us here, to this moment of undeniable desire.

In that electrifying kiss, we both knew that there was no turning back. The teasing had served its purpose, igniting a flame that couldn't be extinguished. As our hearts raced, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that my playful teasing had led us to this intoxicating connection.

He pushed me against the sink and pulled my dress up and ripped my panties. I breathe as I felt him quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His hands cam across my chest and pulled down the straps of my dress.

“So you think I wouldn’t win this challenge without you being punished for it.” His choice hushed with deepness undertone. “Of course daddy I’m good little girl for you. I teased him. I felt his hand come across my black ass before I felt him spank me.

Feeling my juices run my leg while feeling his cock against my ass. He flipped me around and deeply kissed me before going to my black pussy. I deeply gasped as I felt his tongue on my clit, I gripped his long black hair and pulled him closer. His hands on my hips to keep me in place.

Felt like I was running out of air as my lungs burned. He chuckled on my pussy as I was almost close to my orgasm. “I’m close baby just please stick your finger in me.” I deeply whimper. “Haha no you don’t deserve an orgasm. Only good girls get to to cum.” He stood up away from me standing in shock.

Grabbing the back of the back of my head and pulled me towards his cock. Forcing my mouth sucking it while the party still going outside. “That’s it my slut baby, suck on daddy’s cock for me.” His voice echoed. Taken him deeper in mouth while foundling with his huge balls. I decided to tease his slit while doing kitty licks.

He shoved my head back down and told me stop teasing. I decided to do my special trick is to swirl my tongue around his cock while sucking. His grunting and loudness against the music was so damn erotic and a turn on. It was soon he blew his load in my mouth making sure I drink his cum.

“Hehe and no you been a bad girls don’t get to come.” He said while tucking his cock back in his pants. Fixing our selfs up and leaving out the bathroom and decided to leave the party. Hated to not cum but I knew he would when we get home….

Sometimes i look at my $elfharm scars and think “Damn it wasn’t even that deep”

Let It Burn

In the heart of Washington, D.C., the air was thick with tension as Kamala Harris sat in her office, surrounded by the memories of a life once filled with laughter and love. The walls, adorned with accolades and reminders of her achievements, seemed to close in on her as she awaited Y/n’s arrival. Today would change everything.

Y/n entered the office, the subtle clatter of heels echoing in the quiet space. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, Kamala saw the familiar warmth that had first drawn her to Y/n. But today, that warmth felt distant, replaced by an air of resolve that made Kamala’s stomach twist.

“Y/n, I—” Kamala began, but Y/n held up a hand, cutting her off gently.

“Kamala, we need to talk.” The strength in Y/n’s voice silenced the room, bringing the weight of impending heartbreak into stark focus.

As they settled into the plush chairs opposite each other, Y/n took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us...about our family.” There was a tremor in Y/n's voice, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Kamala. “The kids...they need stability, and they need both of us, not just parts of us.”

Kamala’s heart sank, knowing this conversation had been looming for some time. Juggling her role as vice president and being a partner and mother had become increasingly challenging. “I know things have been tough,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m doing this for our future.”

Y/n shook their head, a sadness etched across their features. “Is that really what you think? That your job comes before us? Before them?” They reached into their bag, pulling out a manila envelope. “I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay when it’s not.”

With trembling hands, Y/n slid the envelope across the table towards Kamala. The gravity of the moment struck Kamala like a physical blow. She opened it slowly, her eyes scanning the pages. Divorce papers. The words blurred as tears threatened to spill. “Y/n, please… let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to discuss. I can’t raise our kids alone while you’re consumed by your career,” Y/n said, their voice heavy with emotion. “They want to live with me. They need more than what you can give right now.”

Kamala felt her chest tighten, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. “You know how much I love them. I’m doing this for our future!” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone.

“But at what cost, Kamala?” Y/n’s voice cracked, the pain evident in their eyes. “You’re here, but you’re not really here. The kids feel it, and so do I. I need to prioritize them, and I can’t do that if you’re always chasing a dream that takes you further away from us.”

The silence that hung between them was thick and suffocating. Kamala wanted to argue, to fight for her marriage, but deep down, she knew Y/n was right. The late nights, the missed family dinners, and the increasing distance had created a rift that felt impossible to bridge.

“Please don’t do this,” Kamala finally whispered, her voice breaking.

Y/n looked at her, a mixture of sorrow and determination in their gaze. “I have to, Kamala. For the kids. For my own sanity.” They paused, taking a deep breath, trying to remain steady amidst the turmoil. “I hope one day you can understand.”

As Y/n gathered their things, preparing to leave the office—and the life they had built together—Kamala felt the weight of her choices pressing down upon her. In the pursuit of her ambitions, she had lost sight of what truly mattered. As the door clicked shut behind Y/n, leaving her alone in the silence of the office, Kamala Hart bordered on the edge of her career and her heart, caught in the painful realization of what she had sacrificed.

In the coming weeks, the impact of the divorce would echo through her life, a reminder that no amount of success could fill the void left by the love and family she had taken for granted. And as she sat in solitude, staring at the framed photographs that once brought her joy, she understood that this was just the beginning of a long journey of healing and reflection, one that would test her in ways she never anticipated.

pro-abortion. pro-divorce. i believe we have the god-given right to give up