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[ppixienous]

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[ppixienous]

ngl i thought klay thompson’s type was yt women BUT PERIOD KLAY

[ppixienous]

mind yew, i still (unfortunately) think this

[ppixienous]

genuinely ignoring #thatman and his tomfoolery for a second, i truly hate this for megan cs she CANT CATCH A BREAK

[blingblingtual]

lets all jump klay thompson

[ppixienous]

hiii i love ur blog and writing

and was just wondering if you’ll ever write for joe burrow again?

hiii, thank you so much 🩷!! and yes i'll continue to write for joe, i just get bad moments of burnouts and writers block and this is one of those moments 😭😭

[i6milfs]

WOMAN’S HISTORY MONTH DAY 5

Hello again everyone! My name is Arriah, and for Women’s History Month I’ve been highlighting and appreciating some of my favorite Black women writers across the fandoms I’m part of.

For Day 5, I wanted to spotlight writers in the comic fandom community, specifically Marvel and DC.

Comic fandoms are some of the most creative spaces in fanfiction. From Batfamily chaos to Avengers found-family dynamics, from angsty character studies to soft fluff and dramatic slow burns, Marvel and DC writers constantly find new ways to explore these characters and worlds.

Black women writers in these fandoms bring so much creativity, passion, and personality to their stories. Their work adds depth to these communities and helps make fandom spaces feel more welcoming and diverse for readers who want to see themselves reflected in the stories they enjoy.

Fanfiction has always been about creativity and community, and these writers put so much time and effort into sharing their ideas and love for these characters with the rest of the fandom.

So for Day 5 of Women’s History Month, I wanted to highlight some amazing Black women writers in the Marvel and DC fandoms whose work I’ve enjoyed and appreciated. If you’re looking for new writers to follow or new fics to read, I definitely recommend checking them out and showing them some love.

Remember if I forgot anybody they might be in the next part or I genuinely could not find them but if you know any black writers tag them in the comments.

Small PSA 💕

While putting this post together, I noticed something that honestly surprised me there aren’t as many Black writers in the Marvel and DC fandom spaces as I expected, especially compared to some other fandoms.

Because of that, I really want to encourage people to actively support the Black writers who are creating in these communities. Writing takes time, effort, and a lot of creativity, and engagement makes a huge difference.

If you enjoy someone’s work, please consider showing that support by liking their posts, leaving comments, reblogging, sharing their fics, or recommending their stories to others. Even small interactions can mean a lot to writers and help their work reach more readers.

Black writers contribute so much creativity and passion to fandom spaces, and their work deserves to be seen, appreciated, and supported.

@loonatears , @unicvnthalle , @kerokeri @hoodzgyal , @truestaim @cindol, @celestemere, @nymphodiety, @apocalypse-shuffle, @tvgals, @horrorn1ght, @sozzoe @j0kers-light, @kerokeri, @burniingblue

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[ppixienous]

i love yall so much PLEASE! i wanna be more locked in w writing and creating but ive been so burnt out creatively and academically its not even funny 💔 but thank you so much for the LOVEEEEEE yall give my work <33333

[superhoeva]

someone spitting in your mouth is hot in theory but i think about germs and contamination and texture too hard in real life for me to not simultaneously cry and puke if that happened to me fr

[missmanlykink]

– ✦ NEEDED THIS !

𝜗୧ MDNI 18 + / navigation ◞ m.list ◞ taglist 𝜗୧ / (✦. PITT REQUESTS OPEN ! ) 𝜗୧ ⁺

⁺ . word count ! – 1.9k

⁺ . summary ! – it seemed like the day had thrown everything at you as a test and somehow you pulled through and passed and your resident takes it into his own hands to personally reward you and help ease your tension. 

⁺ . paring ! – perv!gross!dennis x med!stundent!fem!reader

⁺ . warning ! – black!reader in mind, fem!anatomy, fingering, semi-public sex, r has a huge crush on dennis, self indulgent, dennis is a gross perv, smoking mentioned, bad day, a little dub-con, dirty talk /  PROOFREAD

⁺ . della's note ! – this was the fic highest voted on my poll so here it here !! and thanks to my twin for helping edit and proofread this for meee @str4wbsstuff

✦ SMUT UNDER THE CUT | 18+ MINORS DNI </3 ⁺

you were standing against the cool grainy texture of the concrete, far to jumpy to stand near the edge. but from where you were standing was just fine in your opinion. the sky was in the transition period before being enveloped by total darkness and the few stars that weren't hidden by the city's smog would come out to shine. you tried counting the stars you did see to soothe your spiked nerves that were still sharp thanks to the hospital you were standing on. you were having a bad day, but bad would be a very big understatement.

you and your poor scrubs were exposed to an amount of fluids that you didn't even want to attempt to count, you were sure of that. to continue the generational run of horrible events of today is the fact that you were semi responsible for one death. all because you missed something completely avoidable. you got yelled at by your attending, berated really. but luckily you had your resident there who was more than happy to console you when he realized you were more than shaken up. basically you were really fucking exhausted. no sleep, three cups of watered down coffee, eye bags that could fit a months worth of spare change in them, and a headache that would definitely be a problem when you were going to attempt to get some rest. a day so bad, you felt the sudden urge to pick up smoking, even though you swore to your mother that you would never dare pick one of the death sticks up, but you needed something. 

the shift was over–thank goodness. no more doctoring, or a lasting learning to be one. but the learning wasn't all that bad. you had a good teacher, one that you've been following around for the past two weeks, basically latched onto his shoulder as he guided you around the ed floor. sometime using hands on assistance. it was only with you, and you noticed it. gave you that lightly elating feeling in your heart of specialness, but you tried not to think too hard about it. but that wasn't something you were proficient with. not overthinking. in fact it was something you were actually pretty good at—it was unavoidable really, almost impossible when you had dr. dennis whitaker over your shoulder. his hand on your lower back. a palm over yours to steady your movements and a whispered “good job” in your ear. there was nothing wrong with an extra compliment here and there he was being nice, just being nice. that was his job as a teacher, a mentor. to praise and lead and teach and show. 

unfortunately he had your mind racing at the wrong times, it’s like he was ruining you. like all this was his fault. your inability to focus on the words he was saying because you were too busy wrapped in the thoughts that a man's lips could look that pretty. or how that tiny gap in his teeth that would be screaming for your attention when his mouth would part. or at the times when he'd grab on to his littmann arms coming together to flex with the movement. and you swear these thoughts only decided to make themselves known when he started paying you more attention. the things that you told yourself weren't teasing, but deep down inside you knew exactly what he was doing. and he knew exactly what he was doing. 

but you needed to focus on willing away  the pain the day today brought you–some of it being unwillingly self inflicted, but still. you shouldn't be thinking about your stupid crush on whitaker–

"hey, you up here?" was shouted after you hear the door open, and that voice was all too familiar for you liking. whitaker. of course he was the one who stayed to check up on you while everyone else was saying their goodbyes and going home. taking a deep breath, you replying saying "yea I am," voice spent and overused, weak from the long day and each word faltering with a rasped fade. hearing him walk around the corner, you didn’t dare look at him initially. just keeping your eyes on the city lights that were slowly but steadily growing brighter as the sun set for the day. if you looked at him, then you would probably stare too long. ogling. 

“you alright?” he asked gently with that voice that made it almost impossible for you to not look at him. the shade of his face glowing as the color of the sky hit his skin. he looked absolutely gorgeous. you shake off your observation and clear your throat give him an actual reply. “eh..not really, today was a shit show. i'm just—”

“ready to go home?” 

“yea..this job really gets you—“

“tense?” 

a small smile breaks on your lips when he finishes you sentence once again and you begin to twiddle your thumbs as a way to avoid the eye contact that would melt you down into a sad and horny puddle. “you always know what to say. tense is the perfect word. like this deep annoying pent up pressure. s’got me considering smoking.” you laugh, but it’s only humorless.

the perfect view of the setting sun is shaded as dennis stands in front of you and you build the courage to actually look him in the eyes again. “there are other..alternatives.” he says, but his voice wasn’t like this before. something changed. it sounded like he wanting to fuck you. But usually your aimless delusions would come out to play at the worst moments. but when you ask him: “like what?” he lack of an answer maybe your heart thump against your rib cage he doesn’t answer. 

who knows what dirty solutions  he was conjuring in his brain as those big blue hypnotic eyes seamlessly scanned every inch of your body. like you weren't standing right in front of him. he was gross. gross enough to make your stomach clench with that feeling of throat tightening lust. you eye lids fluttered as he took one step close, eye you down like you were in need of a quick soothing, like he had the sweet remedy to turn your bad night into a slightly better one. and those suspicions were confirmed when he leaned in whisper into your ear, hot breath fanning across your neck. "I really wanna help you relax, baby...I know I would've loved someone to ease my tension when I was in your position..." he said softly as his hands glided down your waist and those lean fingers of his slid right beneath your waist band. placing wet kisses down your neck. "I've got what you need., and I know you've really been needing it." fuck, he was right. so right. 

"tell me you'd been needing it. c'mon," he said, pressed his cold nose into the aching skin of your neck as he ghosted his fingers lower, right on top of your panties. not touching that wet patch that seeped through the fabric thanks to yours truly. "I-i need it," you hiccuped, lifting a shaky hand to grab onto his as it  creeped up your shirt. but not to stop him, to feel the soft skin you've been dying to get your hands on. god, this felt like a wet dream, except nothing about this was fake. dennis whitaker for sure had his hands down your pants. "mhm..perfect. exactly what I needed to hear.”

"oh, fuck..you're so wet. do I always get you like this?" he asked, tilting his face as he narrowed his eyes, and you nodded pathetically, like the light strokes he was giving to your sensitive cunt took away your ability to lie. "poor baby. m'sorry for getting you all worked up. must be hard, huh?" he said softly, with only insincerity in his eyes and threaded through his dangerous sultry voice. low and an octave deeper than his usual timid voice that made your head go floaty, but this was turning you head into mush. you nodded again, and tried your hardest to not rock against his fingers. 

and with no resistance, he slid two of his thick fingers inside you, lips parting as the warmness of your slick, warm walls took his fingers in. like they've been begging for it. l you gasped as he curled them, whimpering out his name with your eyes screwed shut.  the hand he had stuffed under your shirt was pulled out to grab your face. "no. look at me while I'm doin’ this to you. keep em open." and you listened, eyes gazing into his that were completely infused by darkening lust. slowly, he parted his fingers, opening you up, spreading his fingers apart as he dragged them out, your arousal coating them. your chest heaves as you grab on his wrist as his grip on your face drops down your neck. then finally he begins to thrust his fingers, the tips of them reaching far enough to brush against your soft spot,you moan, feeling content with the certainty that no one could hear you being fingered by your resident. 

"you look s'pretty like this..." he whimpers, gazing down at down as he takes his bottom lip between your teeth, while his thumb starts to rub tight slow circles on your clit. pleasure fully enrolls your body as white hot heat starts flooding your senses. you can't think. and your only thoughts that are legible are that of  whitaker. his face, his fingers, his voice, and the release he promised you. "you must really like this..." he teases, making a note of the way your eyes threaten to cross, and how the control of your neck is being lost, like you can't keep it stable. 

"makin such a smart student get dumb off my fingers..it's a shame," he said, before leaning back in to bite your neck and with a sharp gasp. your hands fly to his head, fingers weeding through his curls that were surprisingly softer than they looked. his tongue runs over the indented teeth placed into you. and that coil in your stomach becomes tight enough to snap in half. whitaker breathes, muttering out a "uh huh, c'mon, honey. I know you wanna cum. cum. do it for me," it does, and your limbs lock. your words choppy and strained as you try to tell him you're coming, but all that comes out is curses and his name, and a short mention of you "needing this".

as you come down from you high, he kisses all over your face and whispers something about how well you did for him. how you always did well no matter what, and gently pulls his fingers out of you, and it makes you whimper. whitaker lifts up his hand, fingers dripping with your release nearly sliding down his wrist. licking them clean, groaning at the taste. making sure to keep his eyes on you as he did so, and you swear you almost came again. "y'know...im always willing to help out, sweetheart. you know exactly where to find me..."

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[superhoeva]

white guy shouts n*gger, and he has nothing to apologize for? nothing? not one thing? got it.

[v6quewrlds]

speechless by beyoncé is sooo luke coded

oh okay this is a vision thank you for this

[ppixienous]

YALL HELP MEH ! i’m looking for this gojo x black!reader fic that t*mblr made me lose cs they wanted to refresh the page 🙄. i believe he was considered yandere!gojo, and the title was “crazy in love”

[charactervsplot]

Sometimes when drafting you just have to drop a

[FIGURE OUT THIS PART LATER]

and move on.

[woodswallow]

All the time 😅 Also "more emotions here" or "add smell" 😁

[miawasthere]

tumblr angels do not support ICE btw 🩷🪽

[djo]

You want to know if Fisk hired me? I can tell you, but I need to be outside. I don’t trust you for a second. I’m not lying.

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN 1.08: Isle of Joy

[ppixienous]

now if i say i was giggling during this scene..?

[ppixienous]

“Will you be my baby daddy” update when💔💔💔💔🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

We’re starving pls

yall lemme lock in on this school work 🫩🫩🫩 BUT IM SO SAWRY

[amourflores]

happy ⠀black history month ⠀to all the black americans , the afro-caribbeans , the afro-latinx afro-natives , and other black diasporas. we’re strong and this was always about us <3

[happy-xy]

Tyriq Withers HIM (2025) dir. Justin Tipping

[ppixienous]

OUUUUUU TYRIQ TAKE IT OUT IT HURTSSSUSHHHHHH