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chelley🍒

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I love uninstalling shit. Get out of my computer.

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Bamboozled (2000) dir. Spike Lee

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BEYONCÉ COWBOY ★ CARTER ★ TOUR  Chicago, IL | May 15, 2025

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“Being Black, maybe that’s the reason why they always mad. Yeah, they always mad!”

— Beyoncé, “Black Parade”

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The Afro Market, Philadelphia, c. 1940

Photo: John W. Mosley

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The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (1976)

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a man who's intimate.

a man who adjusts to your every need. who kisses you every morning. who never lets you go to sleep angry with him. a man who knows every inch of you, every scar, mole, bump.

a man who never raises his voice at you. who lets his body language talk when he's angry. whose skin bubbles with heat as he crosses his arms and tilts his head, listening to your rant before nodding. "you're right, sugar. im sorry."

a man who practically begs you to let him make it better, kissing from your toetips all the way up to where your night shorts stop, barely covering any of your brown skin. who takes them down with his teeth because even though he's sorry, he's still got his pride.

a man who doesn't let up on your pleasure. who stays nursing on your clit like he's a baby. who makes you cum three times before even thinking about fucking you, your thighs sticky with sweat as he settles between them.

a man who fucks you in heavy, slooooww strokes that drag every vein through your walls. whose groans are low and sensual, driving fire to your clit and ovaries as he sweats, his body hot against yours. he notices how your stomach twitches softly as he lays his hand over it, how your walls suddenly close tight enough for him to halt his movements.

"like it when i lay my hand here, honey? when i feel my cock inside you? you like that?" his voice is taunting. he knows you like it. he knows because your moans suddenly pick up in volume, and your feet next to either of his ears nearly fall from his shoulders. he doesn't let you run from him, though. he wraps one of his arms around your knees, keeping your feet hopelessly in the air as he thrusts into you with debaucherous vigor.

a man who overstimulates every nerve in your body at once, sending you floating off as you come. who holds you through it, watching as your eyes roll like you're possessed. he can't get enough of it, not until you're practically choking, stumbling over how good it feels, how you can't take it anymore. the screams of his name into the heavy air of your bedroom just egging him on to make you cum again. to push your limit. to watch your soul wander from your body for a moment.

a man whose job and life purpose is to please you, a man who's intimate.

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himbo! choso who coos at you when he fucks you.

you feel like you’re brain dead, like you’ve been in this position for years…although it’s only been an hour. choso chuckles at your sluggish demeanor, pressing kisses to your face. “hi, baby. . .” he coos at you, kissing your plump lips. you moan out, and scratch slowly at his built back — the one he strains everyday to make sure you have something to hold on to when he has you comprised in this position.

“cmon, talk to me. .” he whispers into your ear, bringing a soft hand down to rub at your tender clit. “makin’ me sad here…” he chuckles, kissing your neck with fervor. “h-. .”you huff out before a moan bursts out your throat once again. “hi. . .” you whine, your hand traveling to the nape of his neck to play with his outgrown hair.

“thank you.” he murmurs, elongating his thrusts as he kisses along your body.

it’s gonna be a loooong night.

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hiromi reminding you to breathe when he’s fucking you???

“cmon love..i gotta stop if you don’t breathe.” he gently reprimands you. it’s not your fault! he’s fucking you so well you forget how to function! “m’sorry..” you slur your words together, drool pooling around your cheek.

the position he had you in was grueling. your back was arched and he had a veiny hand in the middle of your back. every thrust felt like he was purposely knocking the wind out of you. you couldn’t help but hold your breath. “it’s okay, baby. don’ want you to pass out on me.” he chuckles, rubbing a reassuring hand on your smooth ass. “try again, baby?” he asks, bringing a hand up to the nape of your neck. you nod and shudder at the thought of your husband dicking you down.

“need an answer, hun.” he whispers in your ear, your eyes widen and you grin, pushing away hiromi’s hips just to bring your ass flush to them. “yes, please.” you giggle, the smile soon fading away as your husband starts to plough practically through you once more.

“you’ll need an inhaler when i’m done with you.”

a/n: ik i alr did this with miguel but who tf are you

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a man who's intimate.

a man who adjusts to your every need. who kisses you every morning. who never lets you go to sleep angry with him. a man who knows every inch of you, every scar, mole, bump.

a man who never raises his voice at you. who lets his body language talk when he's angry. whose skin bubbles with heat as he crosses his arms and tilts his head, listening to your rant before nodding. "you're right, sugar. im sorry."

a man who practically begs you to let him make it better, kissing from your toetips all the way up to where your night shorts stop, barely covering any of your brown skin. who takes them down with his teeth because even though he's sorry, he's still got his pride.

a man who doesn't let up on your pleasure. who stays nursing on your clit like he's a baby. who makes you cum three times before even thinking about fucking you, your thighs sticky with sweat as he settles between them.

a man who fucks you in heavy, slooooww strokes that drag every vein through your walls. whose groans are low and sensual, driving fire to your clit and ovaries as he sweats, his body hot against yours. he notices how your stomach twitches softly as he lays his hand over it, how your walls suddenly close tight enough for him to halt his movements.

"like it when i lay my hand here, honey? when i feel my cock inside you? you like that?" his voice is taunting. he knows you like it. he knows because your moans suddenly pick up in volume, and your feet next to either of his ears nearly fall from his shoulders. he doesn't let you run from him, though. he wraps one of his arms around your knees, keeping your feet hopelessly in the air as he thrusts into you with debaucherous vigor.

a man who overstimulates every nerve in your body at once, sending you floating off as you come. who holds you through it, watching as your eyes roll like you're possessed. he can't get enough of it, not until you're practically choking, stumbling over how good it feels, how you can't take it anymore. the screams of his name into the heavy air of your bedroom just egging him on to make you cum again. to push your limit. to watch your soul wander from your body for a moment.

a man whose job and life purpose is to please you, a man who's intimate.

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ATEEZ Being a Safe Haven for Queer Fans (more)

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I break chains all by myself Won't let my freedom rot in hell Hey! Imma keep running Cause a winner don't quit on themselves