#women manspreading > men manspreading

[marvelsgirl616]

alice i know what you are babes....

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒐𝒍𝒅!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕!𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, innocence kink, large unspecified age gap, daddy kink, smoking, alcohol consumption etc. beware—

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

dividers by @anitalenia 💓

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The thick smoke clouds could be cut with a knife the moment you entered his house the doors were left partly open so no harm right? You searched for him in the kitchen but you found him sitting by the fireplace in the living area. Manspread..Book in hand adjusting his reading glasses, cigar lazily resting between his lips. There he was.. the man who made your core pulse. That was a secret though.. nobody could ever know that you’ve been crushing on him ever since you moved next door to his house. He was not married, and he knew that for sure because every woman who ever ended up going home with him? Left the next day— you didn’t judge that of course. Maybe he didn’t want anything serious. Most men… are like that. No?

“Erhm.. Mr Howlett? My father asked me if you could come over today afternoon. The material arrived for the renovations..” you stuttered softly. He looked up from his book giving you a soft nod. “Of course kid, tell your father I’ll be there later” you nodded and hurried out of his house touching your chest as you ran over to your house walking in through the backyard. Your cheeks flushed softly red– the images reappeared in your mind, the way he smokes his cigars.

“C’on” you heard a frustrated groan from the kitchen. You peeked your head inside only to see Mr Howlett in a white vest, biceps glistening with sweat taking measurements of the kitchen cabinets. “Come here kid” he rumbles softly. You nearly tripped approaching him “how can I help?” You whispered looking at the tools “specs, on the table please” he motioned with his large hand. You nodded taking his reading glasses from the table passing them over “thanks sweetheart. Whatcha doing here? Heard your mother left to do shopping” you sighed leaning against the kitchen counter “I know I was just busy with housework” Your eyes were on his flexed muscles. You swallowed when he stepped right in front of you to take measurements again your face practically meeting with his large chest. “Sorry..” you breathed closing your eyes. “S’alright” he smiled small. Hand on the cabinet above your head the older man met your gaze. There was something in them… darkness.. perhaps something very forbidden.. you cleared your throat the moment you heard your father on the phone outside in the garden slipping past Logan scrambling quickly upstairs to your room. It was a shame.. you know nothing about men. He made you so curious, that your thoughts made you open your laptop and search pictures. First you typed ‘kissing’ the images came up blurred so you switched off the adult content button and returned back on the pictures your eyes widened in curiosity. So many moving pictures which were called ‘gifs’ the way some of the men kissed the women. You moistened your lips by licking them feeling familiar heat in your belly and butterflies. You never watched porn or anything like that but you saved some of those ‘gifs’ of couples kissing and moved onto the search bar to type ‘sex’ images came up some of the black and white and you gasped looking at the various positions women were put. The way the men’s hips clashed against the woman’s butt and the moaning expressions on their faces– you shamelessly bit your lower lip and closed your laptop. You imagined kissing Mr Howlett so many times. Maybe you could ask him to kiss you and do things to you.. to teach you how things like that feel. You thought of so many ways… but you also didn’t want to come out as a desperate girl forcing herself on an older man. How could you only do this?

Mr Howlett stayed for dinner. You didn’t expect him to but your mother and father insisted so you were seated next to him. You were heaving some veggies and steak.. it was one of your favourites but you didn’t think of anything else but the ‘gifs’ you saved. The kissing ones. You watched Mr Howletts forearms as he cut into his steak before your mother interrupted you “y/n it’s rude to stare.” You looked down at your plate face covering your hair so Logan couldn’t see your face. Your cheeks heated momentarily— stuffing your face with veggies you then excused yourself needing a breather outside on the front porch. Stealing one of your father’s cigarettes you lit sitting on the steps. Hearing the door open you sighed “Mom I’ll be in soon” apologising you heard footsteps approaching you so you hid the cigarette. “You should go inside it’s not safe here bub” Logan slipped on his jacket walking down the steps turning to you. “I’m not a little girl Mr Howlett.. thank you for your concern” his expression turned into a scowling one the moment he saw the cigarette. “Give it to me” he put his hand out. “No.” You muttered softly. “Y/N..” he grumbled approaching you “Smoking is fucking bad for you.” He continued. “Don’t care” you took a hit in front of him that made him scowl even more. “Stop being a fucking brat and give it to me” he let out a sigh and you narrowed your eyes. “Why do you even fucking care?!” Logan shook his head a disappointed expression spread over his face. Rubbing his bearded cheek he shrugged it off. “I don’t fucking care I don’t need this.” With that he walked away. He didn’t care.. that hit your heart. Why would an older man like him care? Tears welled in your eyes, you stomped on the cigarette and walked back inside the house.

You didn’t know Logan’s urges.

You didn’t know the things you make him feel when you look at him and the times you wear skimpy little skirts riding a bike around the neighbourhood with your girlfriends. Summer holidays were his favourite because he got to see you more, you were not attending university. That’s what you told him– he loves the way you throw your head back laughing with your friends. He loves the way you walk, he even loves the way you leave your curtains open in your room so he can look at your young body when you apply lotion to your legs after shower. He knows your breath hitches when you two are close and he enjoys every moment of your tiny sufferings. He doesn’t want to be the man of your dreams. He doesn’t want to make you cry and suffer because he cannot be yours. He doesn’t want to ruin you but that tiny innocence in your eyes makes him want to do things to you. How could you know all these feelings when he’s nothing but stern with you. Drinking away his thoughts he poured himself a glass of whiskey sitting by his fireplace thinking he was harsh with you. Weren’t you just a fragile soul? He was afraid to hurt you.. his calloused touch could mark your skin.

A knock on his door disturbed his thinking, so he looked out the window only to see you standing in front of his door practically shivering in your pyjama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt he swore he loved on you. It made you look tiny.

“What are you doing here kid?” He sighed opening the door for you. “I wanted to apologise..” you whispered. “The way I acted towards you.. I just-” you stepped inside his much warmer home looking around to find a cigar burning in the ashtray a bottle of half empty whiskey and a glass right next to it. “I don’t need your apology” he cut you off walking back to his armchair sitting back down taking his cigar to smoke it. His eyes taking in your naked legs making you shiver. “I just.. I wanted to ask you something” you mumble on making him raise a brow. “It’s pretty late, you should go home” he answers you wanting nothing but you to stay but he knew he had to make you leave. He held back so much..trying to control himself around you. “Mr Howlett you’re a good man my family says.. I was just wondering if you could help me with something” you asked him scratching your arm nervously. Pressing your thighs together “I get lots of butterflies when I’m around you.. and and.. I was wondering how does kissing feel like?” The older man nearly asked you to repeat yourself. “I am not a man for you kid..” he warned you resting his cigar between his lips. “I know.. I just.. you’re older and experienced and I don’t get butterflies with anyone else” you confessed. His rugged expression turned softer. “Come here bub.. let me tell you all about it.” He patted his knee and you approached him sitting on his knee. His big hand rested on your lower back and the other put his cigar out letting it rest in the ashtray. “I don’t know much about the female body.. but I’m sure when you have butterflies in your belly your tiny girl part gets wet” you nod quickly. “Yes.. yes Mr Howlett it gets very wet.” Your response made his cock heavy. It twitched with want– “where does it get wet sweetheart?” He whispered and you slowly spread your thighs. “Down here..” you show him. His big hand slowly itches closer to your pulsing mound and you look at him wantonly.

“Don’t look at me like that..” he breathed face leaning closer to yours and you closed your eyes ready for his lips on yours only to feel him kissing your cheek his beard prickling your tender skin. His fingers tracing your warm centre between your legs and you bucked your hips towards his hand “eager little thing..” he whispered you could hear the drunk in his voice but your hand softly caressed his veiny forearm. “Mr Howlett please..” you begged. “I won’t tell.. please destroy me” when he heard those words coming out of your lips he kissed the side of your neck sliding his big hand inside your sweatshirt to fondle your breast. You moaned, it felt differently when a man was touching you. “Just gettin’ started honey..” he licked his way into your mouth kissing you pouring out his needs before pulling away to touch your face in his one hand gently squeezing your cheeks “pretty little mouth.. do you think I could fit my cock in there nice and snug sweetie?” you nodded needing nothing but him and it didn’t matter how. Cock straining against his pants he grunted grabbing a hold of your shorts and panties pulling them down your legs dropping them on the floor. His fingers locating your sensitive bud circling it. You moaned against his neck as you clung to his shoulders. “There we go honey..feeling you tense already” he smiled, prepping you. “Open..” he groaned forcing your lips open by his fingers sliding them in your mouth to moisten them. You sucked on his fingers meeting his eyes feeling hot all over. Your juices drooling out of your hole. He tsked “So wet already?” You looked at your pussy the way he caressed your folds with his fingers slowly rubbing them in circles before stuffing them in your mound. You cried out at the feeling something so large like his fingers entering you. When he curled his digits and did a pulling motion your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head the wet sounds of your core only caused his fingers to move in and out of you faster the heat in your belly rising and rising until you cried out against his chest cumming undone on his fingers. His thumb expertly rubbing your clit, the older man smiled at you. The first you saw him smile so softly. “There we go..” you choked his fingers in you even though they weren’t as deep as you wanted him to go in order to do that he’d have to take your virginity. “I never.. I never..” you babbled lost in post orgasm as you looked at him cheeks reddening with arousal. “You’ve never..what?” Very slowly pulling his fingers out of your heat he sniffed them before slowly tasting them. You blushed deeper at his doings. “Never had sex..” you whispered shyly. “Never?” Logan asks again caressing your plaint thighs. You shook your head “never.. mr howlett can you show me it feels?” He hummed in response looking at your lips before leaning down to attack your mouth in soft kisses until you parted your mouth for his tongue. You whispered to the butterflies returning and he gracefully carried you bridal style to his bedroom.

Putting you down on your feet he helped you remove your sweatshirt leaving you naked. “I will teach you all about it sweetheart..lay down” the older man said softly and you climbed on his bed resting on your back spreading your legs for him. The sight of your glistening pussy had him growling. “Little girl hungry for old man’s cock.. that’s twisted..” he smirked teasing you watching your nipples go hard. You watched him remove his top, then undo his belt and jeans before taking them off along with his boxers. Cock bobbing, hard as a rock. The swollen tip drooling tears of pre cum. The colour of his cock made you tilt your head curiosity.. it was pink, looked swollen and hard. Just like on those pictures, your breath hitched in your chest “That’s going inside of you, bub..” he climbed on the bed nestling between your legs. You stared between your bodies as his warm swollen cock rested on your pussy. It was so big, thick.. veiny. “How.. how will it fit..?” You asked curiously hips bucking up to feel his cock even more. “Greedy little thing not know anything about cocks.. but is hungry for one..” he tsked lowering himself on top of you. You moaned at the feel of his chest, touching it with your hands. Logan groaned rubbing the tip of his cock between your folds “take a deep breath..” you did as you were told taking a deep breath before he sheated himself inside of you in one single push. “Shit..!” You cursed gasping and moaning the both of you at your unison. Your gasps were painful with discomfort because of your virginity but it faded away the moment he kissed you wrapping his arms around you. You felt so safe in his arms that you cuddled up to him pressing your lips to his shoulder arms curling around him keeping your legs open for him. You felt so full, so wet.. you felt your wetness drip forming a ring on the base of his cock. “Fuck.. ugh..” he buried his face against your neck pulling out of you leaving the tip inside before thrusting back in. Slow pace, but slowly increasing it leaving you whimpering and gasping for air “mr howlett.. it tingles, the butterflies.. Ughh ohhhh.. feels so good” you cried as he responded only in hungry growls grabbing your waist in his hands he snapped his hips into you fucking you. “Can’t hold back anymore..” he slurs peeking between your bodies watching his cock slide in and out of your ruined pussy and you cry out nodding “it’s okay daddy.. take what you need!!” logan moans under his breath eyes darkening something snapping in him hoisting your legs around his waist he grabs the pillows under your head pounding into you harder than before, more than before making your toes curl watching your pussy take all of his pounding before you claw his back “daddy.. it.. hurts.. but in a good way!! Need to cum” you breathe heavily your tits bouncing to his rapid trusts as he hovers above you breathing harshly too cock throbbing as he circles your clit “you gonna cum on my cock like a good fuckin’ girl” and you did, you screamed against his neck clinging to him nearly passing out as you did. Logan nestles your face against his neck as he snaps his hips into you growing into the pillow as his claws push out piercing the bed under you. “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck….!” He curses loudly shoving his cock deeply in you before cumming undone. The tip spurting hot streams of white in your womb breeding it full. You moan uncontrollably as you feel the warmness being released inside of you. His claws retreat moments later— using his hand to cradle your head finding your lips in a kiss. You both sweat so much feeling unbelievably tired. Logan pulls out of you, watching his cream pool out of you onto the sheets. “Let’s get you showered bub..” he whispers and you nod. He promised to take care of you. The way you called him daddy.. it repeated in his mind more than few nights..

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(Apologies for any grammatical mistakes)

[fazcinatingblog]

Netty grand final in Melbourne!!!!!!!! Omggggg please I wanna be there

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Put Your Clothes Back On

LADS Men reacting to you doing this trend on them A/N: I know it's just a trend but for this I'm having you actually make them get naked. You’re welcome for the visual. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied we're going to talk about how women fall in love with dopamine and men fall in love with vasopressin

Zayne: Is that right?

MC: Yes as you know vasopressin is the chemical in the brain that causes stress .... did you fall in love with me because I stress you out?

Zayne: You definitely keep me on my toes

MC: Explain

Zayne: Like having me strip naked to have a serious conversation

MC: Yea ... the view is nice

Zayne: Im going to get dressed now

Rafayel

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied we're going to talk about how Jack the Ripper might've been a woman

Rafayel: Im already naked!

MC: I said put your clothes back on!

Rafayel: Why did you have me take my clothes off in the first place????!

MC: To see if you would do as I said

Rafayel: Im not putting my clothes back on so I hope you can focus

MC: I can't

Rafayel: Well now we can both suffer

Xavier

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied we're going to talk about how Odysseus was gentle parenting his crew for their entire journey.

Xavier: Why did you have me take them off?

MC: It was a prank I didn't actually expect you to get naked that fast

Xavier: Okay....

Xavier leaves and comes back dressed in less than a minute.

MC: How did you get dressed so fast you were gone for like two seconds

Xavier: It's a skill I learned over the years

MC: What do you need that kind of skill for?

Xavier: I thought you wanted to talk about this Odysseus character

Sylus

MC: Put your clothes back on I lied on we're going to talk about how much of a dumbass Muzan was searching for a flower that can only be found during the day for over 1000 years.

Sylus: Okay go ahead

Sylus leans back while manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest.

MC: Aren't you going to put your clothes back on

Sylus: Since you lied I'm not getting dressed

MC: ....

Sylus: Continue your rant

MC: I can't focus with your junk staring at me

Sylus: *Makes it jump*

MC: STAAAHHHPP!

[heatherholes]

appreciation post for my betters 💖

men who make sexist jokes 💖

men who interrupt 💖

men who mansplain 💖

men who manspread 💖

men who manipulate 💖

men who grope 💖

men who gaslight 💖

men who pay their female employees less 💖

men who don’t hire women at all 💖

men who obviously don’t respect me 💖

men who only pretend to respect me 💖

men who want head and don’t give it in return 💖

men who think they have it worse than women 💖

men who know they have it better 💖

men who expect women to dress modest 💖

men who expect women to dress like sluts 💖

men who think women are public property 💖

men who think women are private property 💖

men who won’t let their girl start an onlyfans 💖

men who make their girl to start an onlyfans 💖

men who provide for women 💖

men who pimp and profit off women 💖

men disgusted by lesbianism 💖

men turned on by lesbianism 💖

men who are stern, stoic and fair 💖

men who are demanding, volatile and unfair 💖

misogynist men who treat women like cunts 💖

feminist men who treat women like cunts 💖

men 💖 men 💖 men 💖 men 💖 men 💖

[elle-girlylesbian]

Women with traditionally ''masculine'' hobby or attitude are so fucking hot, I don't know why but they are.

You're handy, know how to take care of cars and shit ? You play video game ? You're sporty ? You're strong ? Let's make out, I'm on my knees and listening..

You're controlling ? you manspread and take all the space you want ? you don't care about others opinions cause your ego is the size of a damn planet ? My legs are spread, I'm wet and there's no thought behind those eyes.

Like I know women can totally do that, men don't ''possess'' those things, it's just..I've always been disgusted at men like those but when I see a woman do them..

[kylelovskii]

Hello!! I really like your writing i was wondering if i could have a dom!kyle smut!?!?? I need some sub reader😸😸 Its okay if you ignore it :>

yes ofc!!

thank you for requesting!

i made this a little nasty if you don’t mind

a little bully!kyle if you will and innocent!reader

tw!! bj, degrading pet names (bitch, dumb bitch), degradation, slight handjob, hair pulling, slapping

i don’t care

you were getting a few books from the library to read over the summer, then you felt your head get jerked back by your hair.

"ow..who-" you started before you looked up. it was kyle. "oh, hii! what’re you doing at the library?" you giggled, ignoring the fact he had a firm grip on your hair, and the fact it was starting to hurt.

kyle had an angry look on his face. the kind of look you got when you did something he didn’t like. "what? did i do something?"

"yeah, actually, you did. the fuck were you doing all touchy feely with kenny yesterday, huh?" he barked, tugging your head back more. you squeaked in pain. "he just needed my help..he said, 'if you ever give a boy a.." you trailed off, thinking of what he called it, "..a boner….you should always help'. then he taught me what to do, that’s all. i just wanted t’be nice," you mumbled, giving kyle a pitiful look with your puppy eyes.

kyle mentally cursed himself. "fuckin' bastard..look, if anybody other than me tells you that, you tell them: 'kyle said i can’t do that', you hear me?" he ordered, putting a finger in your face.

you smiled and nodded. kyle let go of your hair and you turned to him, holding up a book. "do you want a book, ky? we could read together over break," you asked, giving him your signature sweet smile.

"no. i don’t do any of that reading shit. come with me." kyle grabbed your hand and led you to the back of the library towards the restrooms. he opened the bathroom door labeled for both men and women. luckily, it was just a one person, so he could lock the door without any suspicion.

"what are we doing? i wanna read my books," you pouted when kyle shoved you into the door. "i don’t care. you did something i didn’t like, and you need to be punished so you can learn."

"but i didn’t know!" you whined. then you felt a sharp sting on your cheek. kyle slapped you. "i said, i don’t care. take it or i won’t talk to you for a week."

kyle knew how to get you all upset and vulnerable. not like you weren’t vulnerable, you were just always very naive, eager to please anyone.

you lived and breathed kyle. if he wouldn’t use you, then who else would? if you weren’t good for him, how could you be good for kenny, or anyone for that matter?

"okay, i’m sorry. can i have a kiss? on the cheek? you hurt me."

god, had you ever been punished a day in your life?

"no. this is a punishment, you’re not gonna get what you want," he answered. you sighed in defeat. "now, you’re gonna show me what kenny taught you, alright?"

"alright..i need you to sit, though," you explained, pointing to the toilet.

kyle stepped over to the toilet, sitting down and manspreading. you situated yourself on your knees between his legs.

looked at him expectingly, but he looked at you like you were stupid. "well, go on."

you started to tug down his basketball shorts, then neatly placed them on the floor.

"he said to do this first.." you started palming him through his boxers. "oh, god dammit-" kyle said quickly, tossing his head back.

"mm..i don’t remember everything he said, so i might not do that well. m'sorry," you told him, not looking at him. you kissed his bulge then took off his boxers. kyle sighed and looked down at you, your face innocent and oblivious to what you were really doing.

"no..no, it’s okay. you’re doing good," he reassured. you took kyle in your small hand, your thumb moving over his tip.

as much as kyle hated admitting it, kenny taught you well. then again, he was a chick magnet. fucked a girl at least every night. of course he knew his shit.

you started moving your hand up and down a little slow. your hand was soft, you felt perfect. kyle could cum right then and there.

you were going so slow. "go faster," kyle demanded. "but this is what-" kyle cut you off, "i don’t give a shit. go faster."

you barely even sped up. you were starting to piss him off. "god, dumb bitch," kyle muttered to himself before grabbing you by the hair and shoving his cock in your mouth.

you cried. "shut up!" kyle whispered, "shut up and fuckin' take it, bitch."

you choked and sputtered as kyle fucked up into your mouth. you felt that weird feeling down there that you get when you do this kind of stuff with kyle. maybe he’d 'take care of you', as he put it.

"god, i fuckin' love your mouth, baby. you always take me so well." kyle grabbed a fist full of your hair and shoved your face all the way down till your nose touched his tummy.

"motherfucker," he grunted out, raising you back up a bit. he could hear you struggling, but he felt too good to care.

you forced yourself up off him and said, "ky- gotta breathe, can’t breathe." kyle rolled his eyes while you caught your breath, then when he decided you were finished, he shoved you right back down.

"m'gonna cum in your mouth, 'kay? be good and take it. keep goin'" kyle told you. you nodded on his cock. kyle pressed his foot on your clothed cunt, and when you moaned around him, release washed over him.

"god- shit- motherfucker!"

you felt that familiar salty taste spurt down your throat. thick and warm.

kyle pulled you off him, leaning his head back and panting. then there was a knock on the door.

"(y/n)? you haven’t checked out your books yet, honey."

it was the librarian. the two of you were super close. you were a little book worm, so you were always in the library with her, creating everlasting friendship.

"yes! i’ll be right out, promise!" you replied to her, standing up and hurrying to the mirror, smoothing down your hair so it didn’t look like you were just manhandled.

"okay, dear. i’ll be at my desk," she said, then you heard her footsteps deafen.

"that was a close one, huh?" kyle said, already dressed again. "aren’t you gonna take care of me? i got that weird feeling again," you asked kyle. he laughed.

"are you stupid? that was a punishment. gosh, man, you don’t listen. i told you: you aren’t gonna get what you want," kyle explained. again.

"now let’s go check out your stupid books."

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ private session

Pairing - shuri/black fem! reader

Word Count - 5.8k

Contains - smut (18+), cunnilingus, fingering, choking, breath play, clit play, penetration, strap on

Key Words - nkosazana (princess), sthandwa (baby)

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - Shuri got comfortable, manspreading on the leather surrounding her as her silver gleamed through the depth of the room. Everytime her mouth would slightly open, you could see the jewelry coating her bottom teeth and you couldn’t help but give into the leap that coursed through your blood. It only fueled you more, adding to the way you performed for the woman in front of you. You danced around the pole with ease, using your arms, legs and ass as tools to bring the money in. At any regular private performance, you usually dance without getting distracted by intrusive eyes, but her eyes were different. Those dark browns were laced with desire, evident to the lust that seeped underneath

Tags - @abenomeiiii @pinkwright @inmyheadimobsessed @shuriszn @shurislover @shurismainbxtch @vixentheplanet @lustfulbarbie @pocketsizedpanther @axailslink @tishszn @tishtingz @generallysapphic @heejayy @hetr0ph0bic @zayswriting @vampzxi

Writers Note: this was fun to write lolll. I didn’t proof read as thoroughly as I usually do, so my bad if there’s mistakes. And again, ntm on my google translate Xhosa. Have fun!

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ The night was young, the money was flowing, your mind and body were loose. The music was heavy in the distance, echoing through the walls as you got ready for the night. You didn’t care about your family or friends' judgment on your choice of occupation. You needed the money, and you loved the grind. The pole gave you power; power amongst men, women, and even yourself. You loved the way your touch would bring people to life as you woke their hidden desires. You tugged onto your fishnet stockings, pulling them up until it hugged your mid-thigh. You attached the stocking clips to their intended area before you admired the way the bright pink, lacey material hugged you in all the right places and left you bare and open where necessary. The music continued to blare in the distance and you went to go meet the rest of your co-strippers.

“Girls, girls, GIRLS!” Josh (your manager), yelled in a frenzy. All of your eyes flashed instantly to him, as he flailed his arms in hysteria. It was a mixture of fear and excitement and you all wanted to know what was going on. “Shuri Udaku, THEE Black Panther is here!!”

All the girls gasped and squealed in excitement, rushing to complete their looks before they attempted to put on their best show.

“Fuck, I didn’t even wear my sexiest piece!” one of the girls groaned.

“Nevermind that, look at my makeup! Had I known her fine ass would be here, I would’ve put more fucking effort into my fucking face!” yelled another.

Their laughs vibrated through the room, and you tried to keep your cool. You were excited and nervous, this much was true. But Shuri was just another client. Another person to try and pull money from, and you knew she had a lot of it. You decided to drive all skittish emotions away and focus on your grind; focus on the techniques you would use to lure in the cash. Her cash.

“Let’s go girls, let’s go!” Josh rushed. You stroked your long box braids that were now placed in a high ponytail, as you and your co-strippers made your way out.

None of the girls tried to make an effort to try and hide their excitement, all eyes pierced the room for the Panther herself. Your eyes lightly scanned the dimmed space, finally met with the dark, lean figure that was Shuri. She was wearing a black tracksuit and she was embellished in silver, from the watch on her wrist, the rings on her fingers, the chain on her neck, and the grills on her teeth. She was dapping people on the way in, posing her silver adornments for all to see. She looked expensive. You subtlety rolled your eyes at the sight. Rich people and their arrogance.

Josh huddled you and your co-strippers in a circle. “Pretend your life and the life of this club depends on you guys. Dance like you’ve never danced before. We getting this cash tonight.”

And with that, you took your position on the stage, gripping onto the metal bar in front of you as you slowly made eye contact with the Panther in front of you. Shuri eyes you before whispering to the person she is sitting beside. Nevermind that. You begin to do what you do best, becoming one with the pole as you embrace the sensual music coursing through. The other girls do the same but you want to do your best. BE the best. Shuri leans forward, manspreading with her elbows resting on her knees. She’s looking at you and only you and for a moment the room goes still. Your heartbeat quickens and Shuri smirks as if she can hear it. Your grip on the pole is firmer as a result of your palms being more sweaty than usual. You’re annoyed that it is taking more effort to focus on your performance than it normally does, but you can’t help but think of how incredibly hot she is. You’ve had attractive clientele before but she was…wow. You notice the other girls eyeing you every now and then, their gaze carrying slight jealousy in the way Shuri is looking directly at you, but you chose to ignore it. You crawl towards her, pumping your ass in the air with intent as you sensually move towards her. Shuri got up from her seat and you can see the cash just peeking from her pocket. This made you smile. You proceeded with your performance, splaying your legs open and that act right there pulled a smirk on Shuri’s face. The money flew in the air and onto your body, but you didn’t stop and neither did she. You knew this was your best show yet and your richest clientele.

As the song came to a close, Shuri gave you one last look. It was a look of possession and it made your core tighten. She began to make her way to Josh and your eyes grew in curiosity. All of your co-strippers' eyes were on you, and they did not look happy but you brushed it off. Josh made his way toward you.

“Y/n, let me talk to you real quick,” he softly demanded. You obliged, as he pulled you into the change room. “Continue doing your thing girls,” he said to the others.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“Oh no, you’re not in any trouble at all. Actually, you're probably my favorite person in the world right now.”

You couldn’t contain the confusion written on your face. “The fuck does that mean, Josh?”

He laughs. “Ok so, I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing, so if you don’t want to, then say no but I’m really hoping you say yes…so basically, Shuri was very much pleased with your performance and would like a private show with you.”

This made you even more confused. This was normal. Private dances were normal, so why was Josh making this situation a bigger deal than it needed to be?

“BUT,” Josh continued, “she wants one somewhere completely separate from the club. In her own private room. Y/n, she offered to pay almost FOUR TIMES the amount we usually make in one night. Not to mention what you’ll make for yourself…”

You ponder for a second as your gut grows warm with suspense.

“So what do you think??”

“I…I think that’s crazy but yeah…yeah, I’ll do it.”

“WONDERFUL! You always were my favorite!” Josh exclaims in pure excitement. “And remember your rights and the rules, and don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with..or do whatever you want, it’s none of my business, just be safe, ok?”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.”

“Incredible! You’re incredible!”

Josh helps you put on your large fur coat, and takes you to your escort.

“Well damn girl, look at you go,” Josh says as you step into the limousine.

“This is crazy,” you say with a smile.

“Go get that coin girl.” You smile once more, more than ready to collect what’s yours.

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Shuri was not in the limousine with you, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. The limousine made a turn into a gated house and your jaw dropped.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

The driver pulled up, and helped you make your way to the door. Her grasp was gentle and you can tell she’s used to bringing girls here.

“Thank you ma’am.”

“My pleasure,” she says with a slight bow in her head. You let out a crooked smile.

“I’m an erotic performer, ma’am, not royalty. You don’t gotta act like you’re lesser than.”

The driver lets out a small smile. “I’m just doing my job.”

“Well…thanks anyway. I can take it from here.”

The driver made her way back to the vehicle, and pulled out. You let out a deep breath before approaching the doorbell.

“This is fucking insane.” And before you even get to ring the doorbell, there she is, leaning on the door frame of her unnecessarily large house.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Her voice was low and velvety. You stand there for a second, basking in her dark frame. She was a tad bit taller than you, even in your heels and she had a build that happened to be both light and heavy at the same time. Whatever confidence you had on the stage earlier is almost completely devoured by her presence.

“Well shit, I’m here,” you snark. She grins with a thrill.

“Come inside.”

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The interior of her place was insane, absolutely nothing like you had ever seen before. It looked rich but not rich in a typical sense. She had East African art elaborated throughout the space. The walls changed from a deep red, to cream to black, allowing a different flow throughout. It was not what you had anticipated at all.

“I have houses like this around the world, sthwanda,” she comments, breaking the silence. You roll your eyes at the statement. She was clearly showing off.

“Uh huh,” you reply, pretending to be uninterested. She smirks like you were a challenge, and maybe you were.

Finally, after hallways and rooms filled with what were probably extremely expensive artifacts, you finally made your way to the basement door.

“Come here.” You take her hand as she guides you down the stairs. When you reach the bottom, she walks towards the door pushed the furthest into the space. “Follow me.”

You do as she says, making your way to the secluded room in the already secluded basement. She opens the door, motioning for you to step inside. The room is dimly lit with pink lighting, a mirror covering the entirety of one wall. There’s a large leather couch stretching on the opposite side of the mirrored wall, and in the middle is what you’re here for. The pole. You could tell it was different from your average pole. You walk towards it, lightly tapping on its exterior.

“Is this made of that vibranium shit y'all be hiding from the world??”

“Mhmmm.”

“And you just keep a big vibranium pole…here? For anyone to break in and grab?”

This makes Shuri laugh hysterically. The silver layered on her bottom teeth shimmer in the depth of the room's lighting. “I’d like to see them try.”

You swallow down hard, mentally preparing yourself for what the night has in store for you.

“Take the jacket off.”

Your stomach jumps a little at her command, allowing the faux fur to drop to your ankles. You’re exposed, truly exposed. Not like how you were on that stage not too long ago, because now it was just the two of you. You could feel the ambience of Shuri’s eyes soaking in your body. She slowly walks around you, appreciating every curve and every angle. You notice she lingers behind you, her eyes trailing down your plump ass swallowing your g-string.

“Nice.”

You wince at the objectifying comment. “And this is just a private show, nothing more. Don’t try touching me or anything cuz I’ll beat your ass, for real.”

Shuri takes a step back with her hands in the air. “Whatever you want, nkosazana.” She takes her royal place on the leather couch, getting comfortable in her intimidating demeanor. “You got a favorite song you like to dance to, sthwanda?”

“I can do anything. You pick.”

A crafty smirk appears on her face and you almost immediately regret your decision in granting her control. She taps on one of her kimoyo beads, dimming the lights in the room a little more. Suddenly “Porn Star” by August Alsina begins beating through the room and you’re taken aback. This was one of your favorite songs to dance to. “Do what you do best, my pretty girl.”

Your pussy tightens at her words. “My pretty girl.” You mentally clock yourself in the head, reminding yourself that she was just another client and you were here to make bank. That was it.

You grab onto the pole, startled by the way the beat of the music ran through it. You could feel the song pulse through the metal bar, this was new. But you embraced the challenge, welcoming the song with open arms as you began your sultry performance. Shuri got comfortable, manspreading on the leather surrounding her as her silver gleamed through the depth of the room. Everytime her mouth would slightly open, you could see the jewelry coating her bottom teeth and you couldn’t help but give into the leap that coursed through your blood. It only fueled you more, adding to the way you performed for the woman in front of you. You danced around the pole with ease, using your arms, legs and ass as tools to bring the money in. At any regular private performance, you usually dance without getting distracted by intrusive eyes, but her eyes were different. Those dark browns were laced with desire, evident to the lust that seeped underneath. She savored in the movements of your body, yet never failed to keep eye contact with you. Her stature was bold and demeaning as she rested her hand on her crotch between her manspread legs. And that made your core grow damp.

“Shit,” you faintly whispered to yourself, pissed off at the way your pussy oozed at the sight. This has never happened to you before. You calmly ditched the pole, lustfully walking towards her as your breasts bounced with each strut. Shuri’s eyes went wide, clearly focused on the way your breasts jiggled. You use that power to your advantage, as you began your intimate performance with the Panther. You place your ass on her lap and begin grinding there. Your movements are sensuous and slow, all with the wishful intentions of draining her pocket. Or so you thought. You catch yourself as your mind wanders to fantasies you didn’t ask for, and you curse under your breath.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“Nothing.”

You continue with your performance, very much aware of the way Shuri handles you and she handles you well. You finish your work the same way you did on that stage, your legs splayed wide open, revealing the dark moisture displayed there. You gave into the lust that eased its way into your body and the way it made your pussy ache for her. Shuri’s eyes were bloodshot with sin, almost drooling at the sight of your wet panties and what hid underneath.

“Now what do we have here?” Her fingers are just lingering right above your pussy, your clit impatiently throbbing at her tease. You pushed your pussy forward, provoking her and it was driving her insane. She bit her bottom lip in frustration, eager to get her hands on you. She experimentally traced her way up your thigh, somewhat shocked that you did nothing to stop her. She proceeds, making her way to the spot between your legs but you closed your legs shut before she could get to where she really wanted, where you BOTH really wanted. You stand up, hovering over her as you grab her jaw in your hands. You place your lips inches away from hers.

“That’ll be an extra $500. $700 if you make me cum,” you whisper into her. You begin to walk away but she grabs you by the hips aggressively, forcing you to face her. She grabs your throat, pulling you in. You let out a soft moan, and you can tell Shuri loved it.

“You sound pretty like that,” she mumbles into your ear. You gulp at her tight grasp, desperate for her touch. Your face softens, no longer in your dominant state you tried to protect. “And don’t act like you wouldn’t do this shit for free.” She lets you go with a slight push, slowly taking out five $100 bills, placing it in your bra in the crevice between your breasts. “I own you for the night, understood?”

You nod your head in agreement and once again, Shuri’s tight grasp finds it’s away around your throat, pulling you in. “I wanna hear you say it. Tell me you’re mine for the night, nkosazana.”

“I’m yours Shuri,” you say through limited oxygen.

“Again.”

“I’m all yours Shuri, fuck my pussy please.”

Her grills gleam under her perfect lips. “What’s your name, baby?”

“Y/n.”

“You gonna behave for me tonight, y/n?”

“Yes Shuri.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Finally your deprived lungs have full access to the oxygen around you as Shuri takes back her place on the couch.

“Take those off,” she demands, motioning to the only thing covering your pussy. You hesitate for a second before you immediately let the lace hit the floor.

“Fuck,” Shuri hisses under her breath. “Fuck you’re beautiful.”

You can’t help but let out a pitiful smile.

“Sit down, spread your legs, and put that pretty pussy up against the pole for me, sthwanda.” You were confused, but you did as she said. You sat down on the floor, its coolness sending shivers up your spine. You slowly opened your legs, pressing your drenched cunt up against the pole in front of you. You inhale softly at the contact with the metal bar, slowly beginning to grind in an attempt to gain some sense of relief. Shuri taps one of her kimoyo beads.

“And don’t cum until I tell you too,” Shuri says. And with that, the same song begins playing again, the pole vibrating to its heavy beat and you moan instantly.

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“Fuck Shuri! Fuck, oh my-ohmyGOD,” you moan through shuddering breaths.

Shuri looks unbothered, as she begins to play with her kimoyo beads once more. She taps away, allowing the volume of the music to get louder resulting in an intense vibration coursing through the pole and back onto your clit. Your jaw drops, your mouth forming a perfect “O” at the stimulation.

“Shuri, I’m gonna cum,” you whine.

“You better not.”

“Shuri I…fuck. Oh, FUCK. I can’t. I can’t hold it anymore baby.”

Shuri rolls her eyes in response, lowering the volume of the music as the pulsations through the pole slow down along with it, but it doesn’t help. The graceful movements glide over your clit in heavy, beating motions and you release yourself right then and there.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Shuri. I can’t, oh my…FUCK.” Your body caves into a tingling ecstasy that you have no control over. Your slick runs down the vibranium pole and Shuri makes her way over to you.

“I said don’t cum unless I tell you to, did I not?”

“I tried, I swear,” you manage to say as you collect yourself. Shuri helps you get up, cupping your face in her palms. She brings your lips to hers and she does not hesitate to slide her tongue into your mouth, tasting you in all your glory. She slid another hundred into your bra.

“You’re lucky you looked good while cumming on my pole like that,” she says into your mouth. You let another moan milk off your lips. Shuri takes two tattooed digits and pushes them beneath your folds, earning another pathetic whimper escape you. You’re still achy from your orgasm, and her slender fingers skimming your swollen clit was doing nothing to ease the situation.

“Shuri…oh shit.” You drop your head into her shoulder, muffling moans into the fabric of her tracksuit. “Fuck baby, stop playing for real. Fuck me.” You’re borderline begging at this point and you hate it. You were usually the one in control when it came to these private sessions but for the first time you feel small. Helpless.

“And if I don’t?” She continues caressing your clit, and your knees begin to buckle up as you feel another orgasm approaching the threshold.

“Shuri, stop please.”

“Look at you, sthandwa. You look fucking pathetic.” She presses harder into your clit, and your mouth drops open in desperation.

“Shuri…SHURI.”

“That’s right, y/n. Be a whore for it.”

“Shuri…fuck. Tell me I can cum, please.”

Your knees almost give out, but Shuri pulls away instantly. Your dew tugs with her fingers, but she breaks the line as she sucks her digits dry. You dig your face into the nape of her neck, admiring the tattoo that rests behind her ear. You were so close yet Shuri denied your pleasure and it made you want more. You breathed heavily into the material before Shuri yanked your box braids, forcing your eyes on hers. She cups your drenched cunt, her fingers so close yet so far to where they need to be.

“Who do you belong to?”

“Fuck you,” you challenge, teasing your limits. She reacts instantly, forcing you to bend over onto the couch. Your ass is up in the air and your cheek is pressed against the leather below. You feel an intense sting course through your thighs as Shuri slaps down hard on your plush ass. She does it again. And again. Tears run down your face in pleasure at the degrading act, your pussy clenching with each hit.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“You, Shuri. YOU.” You’re reckless, desperate to spill all over her hands, her face, literally ANYWHERE on her body. She slaps your ass hard one last time, sending electricity up your spine and down your cunt. Your ass is sore, and she caresses your skin to ease your pain. She tugs your braids one more time, locking your eyes with hers.

“Fucking behave.” She gently releases, placing a kiss on the top of your head. She sits down on the couch beside you, patting her lap so you can take a seat.

“Sit, nkosazana.” You oblige, sitting between her spread legs. Your ass pressed against her pussy, and she breathed in sharply at the contact. You rest your back on her chest, becoming fully submissive to her reign. Shuri unclips your bra, your cash spilling all over you. She runs her hands down your thighs, prying them open with effortless determination.

“Look,” she says, pointing to the mirror in front of you. “Look at that pretty pussy of yours.”

You obey her, admiring the way your legs spread open, your cunt rich and swollen. Shuri begins trailing her fingers between your folds, and your back arches almost instantly at the contact. “Relax baby, relax.” She continues her slow strokes before shoving two fingers up your wet entrance. She pumps in and out, massaging your tight walls and you whimper beneath her touch.

“Unh,” is all you manage to say between her playful strokes. She goes harder. Deeper. Curling just right to hit the forbidden fruit. “UNH.”

“It feels so…”

“It feels so what? Use your words, baby.”

You’re fucking trying, but the way she fits so perfectly into you is prohibiting you from forming a coherent sentence.

“You feel so good,” you finally say.

Shuri takes her free hand, and wraps it around your throat, squeezing firmly on your windpipe. Your moans become broken at the restricted oxygen, and it pushes your orgasm closer.

“Yeah that’s right, baby. Choke.” She squeezes harder, and you buck your hips forward at the impact. You look up at the reflection of tattooed fingers drowning in your cunt. You watch the way Shuri’s eyes lock on your dewy center, and you thrust harder at the image.

“Shuri,” you gasp. “I’m gonna…fuck. I need to cum, please.”

“Just hold on baby, let me enjoy this view a little longer, yeah?”

“I…ok.”

“Uthixo ntombazana (Good girl).” She adds in a third finger and you begin to moan her name like music, and she was the composer. You thrust with every pump she gives you, your ass pushing against her pussy with each drive. You earn a small moan from her which drives you mad. The pressure coursing through you is unbearable, and you literally fight with your orgasm. You want so badly to please her, and do as she says but it’s all too much.

“Shuri, I need to cum, fuck I can’t hold it any longer. Please let me cum.”

“Cum, sthandwa. Spill on my fingers. Let me see it.”

And with that, her words pierce through your skin and her fingers do not halt. A wave of euphoria throbs through your walls as you buck your hips through your orgasm.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. FUCK, that’s feels so fucking good, shit.”

“Who owns you??”

“You.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“You, baby, YOU. Oh my fuck, unh. Oh my god you feel so good.” You collapse into her chest, breathing heavily as your mind and body return to earth. Shuri removes her fingers from your inside you, bringing them to your mouth as you suck your pleasure off. You suck with sensual intention, imagining your tongue in other places.

“Wenze ngokumangalisayo, sana (You did amazing, baby).” You’re clueless to the words that are coming out of her mouth, but the sound of her using her native tongue against you makes your body shiver.

“Get on your knees, y/n.”

You pull her words in you as you gather the strength to collect your limp body, kneeling down in front of the Panther. She shallowly pushes her fingers beneath her pants and past her boxers, swooshing her fingers through her wet pussy.

“You hear that, y/n? That’s all you. You did this.” She pulls out, and shoves her fingers inside your mouth. “Suck.”

And you do. You hum into her fingers, licking her slick right off. She fiddles with the band of her boxer briefs, motioning you to pull them down. You do.

“I should tell you, this is gonna be another $200.” Your voice is seductive. Sultry.

Shuri smirks. “You talk too much. Why don’t you shut up and use that tongue for other things, yeah?” She spread her legs open, exposing her wet cunt to you. You know exactly what you have to do and you do it. You take your tongue, and lick one flat stripe up her pussy. You inhale her juices, salivating in how drenched she is for you.

“Fuck,” she groans. “Fuck, yeah baby. Just like that. Fuck my shit.”

She grasps the back of your neck, pushing you further into her pussy. You take your tongue and dance with it, swirling around her clit. She sinfully moans your name, as you fuck her with your mouth.

“Look who’s the whore now,” you say into her cunt. Your face is completely submerged into her, swiping up and down, in and out.

“Fuck,” she moans. “Shit, y/n. I’m gonna cum. Keep doing your shit baby, yes. You’re doing so well.” She gently arches forward, drowning you in her sex. It’s almost suffocating, but the sound of Shuri moaning your name without regret makes you forget you need to breathe.

“Fuck Shuri, you taste so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” Shuri is on the brink of cumming, you can feel her pulsate on your taste buds.

“Cum baby. I wanna taste it.” Shuri grinds faster, fucking your face as she releases herself into your mouth.

“Fuck, y/n. SHIT, baby. Just like that, yes. SHIT.” You tongue fuck her through it, slowing down your pace as she comes down from her high. You remove your face from her saturated pussy, placing one last kiss on her clit and she inhales sharply at the gesture. You bring yourself to her level, placing your lips on hers as she tastes the power of your mouth.

“You taste fucking good,” you say one last time. Shuri looks at you, her eyes tracing back to her state of dominance. She pulls your waist in as you stand in between her spread legs, your fishnet stocking being the only thing in the way of you being completely naked. She stands up and hovers over you. She gives you a smirk, her silver lined teeth give you unholy thoughts and you can only hope she plans to ease them.

“How do you feel about making a little extra?” You gulp, anxious to see what she has in mind but eager to feel her again. The truth is, you would probably do it for free, but sex and money was the corrupt solution to the emptiness you felt in your pussy. You needed more.

“You know I’m down to make some extra cash,” you say into her. Again, Shuri grins with pride. She places you on the couch, stomach side down. You push your ass up in response, greedy for her touch. Shuri chuckles at the gesture as she taps her kimoyo beads once more. Her strap hugs her crotch like it belongs to her. Bringing your ass closer to her, she takes the tip and places it just enough into your folds that you already begin to moan.

“And remember…you cum when I allow you to cum,” she repeats.

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Her length is smashing into you, destroying your pussy walls as your ass pushes back into her with each thrust.

“Oh my fucking god, Shuri…OH MY GOD.” Tears of sexual bliss stream down your cheeks as your pussy welcomes her in.

“Take this dick, sthandwa. Be a good girl for me.”

The position makes it feel as though she’s tapping your stomach, and your jaw clenches on impact. She pauses for a second, removing one of your fishnet stockings off your legs. You use those few seconds to catch your breath…until you feel it. Shuri takes the stocking and wraps it around your throat. She pulls, applying just enough pressure for you to slightly gasp as she resumes her brutal pace. You love it.

“Oh my fucking god,” you say through heavy pants. Shuri pulls tighter, choking you. You stick your tongue out in response, your lungs need the oxygen but your pussy flutters with the restriction.

“That’s right, y/n. Don’t fight it. Just struggle baby, I’m right here.” Even through the restricted airflow, your moans are pitiful. You are completely under her dominion as she rams further and further into you. “Keep sticking that pretty tongue out, I wanna see you choke.”

She feels like heaven inside you, and you can sense the way your juices run down your thighs with no shame. Your pussy walls contract, the blood inside you preparing to put you out of your misery with each viscous stroke. Shuri eases her grasp, allowing you some air.

“Shuri, baby. You feel so good, please don’t stop. Choke me again, I’m so close.” And with that, the stocking tightens once more.

“Your pussy is amazing, y/n. Fuck. So fucking tight.”

“I’m yours.”

“Louder, I can’t hear you.”

“I’m yours Shuri, I’m…shit. I’m gonna cum.”

“Not yet.”

“But--”

Shuri yanks the stocking tighter, forcing your head up.

“I said not yet.”

You fight with every cell in your body to not cum. You wanted to make her proud, make the Panther proud. You bite down on your bottom lip, whimpering as your box braids trail down your back. You turn your head, in awe of the reflection staring back at you. The sight of Shuri’s tight grip on your throat as she owns you is cathartic. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm of her thrusts, your arch was perfect.

Shuri moved like a pro, evident that she does this often but you did not care right now. You needed her and you let her have her way with you. Her dick fucked your walls like they knew you all too well, and you could do nothing but embrace the impact. Your pussy began clenching harder and harder around her grip, leaving Shuri no choice but to give you permission to let go.

“Fuck. You can cum now, y/n. It’s ok, let it out.”

Finally, your pussy gives in, allowing you the most out-of-body experience imaginable. It’s mind shattering, the way your walls contract up against her and you ooze with satisfaction. You dig your face into the leather beneath you, your moans muffling into the material but Shuri yanks you back up, making sure she can hear the sex falling off your tongue.

“Holy shit, baby. I’m still cumming. It won’t—it won’t stop.”

“Let it all out, y/n. I wanna hear it. Show me how good it feels.”

Your orgasm refuses to stop and everything you know about control is out of the question as you completely submit to your pleasure.

Finally, Shuri eases her grasp, bringing full oxygen back to your lungs. She takes out her strap, but your walls are still throbbing from its earlier impact. She lies on her back, placing her face just under your pussy so she can lick you clean herself. You moan, as she pushes your pussy onto her face, using her tongue to suck you dry. Your orgasm is still going, and this was not helping.

“Shuri, I…I can’t.” She doesn’t let you go. You don’t want her to let go. You ride her face lightly, until she decides that you’re done. She releases you from her grasp, and you collapse on the couch. You reposition yourself so you're laying on your back, catching your much needed breath. You are both physically and mentally tired. Shuri stands up, pulling herself together from that intense workout you shared.

“Kiss me,” you beg. Shuri rolls her eyes, but she does. She leans down, and places a kiss on your forehead before she reaches your lips. She gently placed her fingers on your head, tracing your perfectly crafted box braids.

“I did them myself,” you say with pride, still catching your breath from her touch. Shuri smiles.

“You’re really fucking pretty, you know that right?”

You bite down on your lip, nodding a faint ‘yes’ to please her.

“Mhmm.”

“Now tell me, nkosazana…which of your clients have ever made you feel like that?”

You hesitate, not wanting to give her the satisfaction, but it’s no use. “None.”

She pulls out more cash, slowly sliding it down your abdomen until she reaches your cunt, stopping there. You moan so easily, and it makes Shuri chuckle. You look down, admiring the site of fresh cash resting between your thick thighs. It was the second closest thing to sex.

“And which of them pays you this good?”

“None.”

“And how many of them are as good looking as me?”

You roll your eyes at her cockiness. “None.”

“So tell me y/n, what reason do you have to work at that club when you can just work for me?”

You pause for a second, basking in her request.

“Shuri?”

“Answer me.”

“...none.”

“Then it’s settled.” ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

[karlachismylife]

What I need is x afab!reader where reader is as agressively masculine as they get. Where they are just as crass as the men if not worse. Where they get into real fights and have a short temper, with a kind heart, sure, but it's almost overriden. Where they don't have pretty lingerie or heels or dresses, where they cut or even shave their hair off, where they wear fucking axe or sauvage instead of flowery perfumes. I need them with a loud, obnoxious laugh, military boots and wrinkled oversized shirts. I need them manspreading with a beer in hand. I need them with their disappointed mother saying they'll never get a man behaving like that. I need everyone around them to be absolutely sure they are into women only because well they're just a walking stereotype. I need a butch that's gonna step on these big scary men's balls, peg them and ride their face only when they promise to behave.

Don't get me wrong, I love soft reader, feminine reader, crybaby reader, mommy dom reader, lady reader, capable farmer reader, bimbo reader, cute assistant reader, military but girly outside work reader, competent and elegant reader, tough reader, housewife reader, business owner reader, submissive reader. I fucking love reader (saw a post that called them the ultimate Barbie and hell yes), I love women, I will be fighting their men to be with all those above. I will respect the hell outta reader who is the perfect balance (I guess Squeaks by @charliemwrites is like what the balance looks like to me? or maybe it's as close as it gets to what I'm trying to describe here... I dunno, I jut love her. man I'd kill to be with Squeaks, honestly, that's the dream woman. too bad I ain't her type lol)

But I need a tomboy that is kind, but doesn't go suddenly soft and docile, won't put on an apron after the Big Strong Men show them a good time. I need a fucking menace that is just a tad bit too much, there is nuance obvously, but it doesn't change them at core. I need a Lisbeth Salander (without Mikael bullshit) reader, I need a Terminator 2 Sarah Connor reader, I need Mass Effect Jack reader, I need Marvel Nebula reader.

Doesn't apply to COD only either. Give me Gale and Astarion with a huge barbaric orc Tav. Give me slashers that get beaten the shit out of them with a crowbar when they try to attack that punk. Give me Peaky Blinders that have seen their fair share of strong and powerful women, but they are not sure they can even call that creature a woman (make her worse than Kate Leigh and Tilly Devine combined, honestly).

Unwomanly, unfeminine, gender-fucking violent foul-mouthed menace. Yes, I have a type.

If you know any works like this, PLEASE send me the links. Thank you.

[pjharvey-moved]

it's actually very exhausting to live on earth as a woman who has been a feminist since before she hit puberty back when people interrogated her on calling herself a feminist bc oh you think men shouldn't manspread lol!!! and be constantly hyperaware of misogyny and how much that colors your everyday life and how manipulation and harrassment and objectification from men has shaped your entire life trajectory and identity, but so many other women seem desperate to put on blinders and act like the way we are treated is normal or that it’s not worth making waves about, even the ones who also call themselves feminists bc the label feminist is no longer stigmatized because it's been watered down so much to the point where most of the men who've hurt you called themselves feminists too ^_^

[woman-respecter]

Men will laugh at women concerned for their safety in public and chant "your body my choice" but "manspreading" is an offensive word. Ok. In the words of Elrond: Men Are Weak.

[abearinthewoods]

A comment of mine from r/curatedtumblr:

Feminism/feminist means multiple things. one is a synonym for WRA, a descriptor. (like MRA, is just an advocate for men's rights, its a descriptor). another is a body of academic work (and the people in it), and a 3rd is an ideological identity (more along the lines of radfem and 4b and the others i don't know or understand).

There is nothing wrong with a discussion on how the carelessness of the 2nd is stoking the fires of the 3rd and in some cases inadvertently introducing misandry into the 1st.

When we assign words with negative connotations to the male gender, specifically words that by their construction direct the negative connotation at the man/male gender: (mansplain, manchild, manspread, toxic masculinity(when directed at behavior instead of expectation), patriarchy(to a much lesser degree)) could we maybe be creating or reinforcing any negative gender stereotypes that might play a part in turning turn group 1 into the group 3?

When we push the concept of male privilege, are we not giving people the tools to excuse their bad behavior towards men to other people, who may be in the first camp (as most people who believe in gender equality are) and not as knowledgeable to see past it?

When we blame men's issues on the patriarchy are we subconsciously implying feminism, the force against the patriarchy, can not perpetrate men's issues? Could this not be creating a barrier in self reflection?

When we use a word tied to a lack of sexual conquests to attack men, are we not reinforcing the idea that one's value as a man is tied to their sexual conquests? (aka: patriarchal notions of toxic masculinity)

When we talk about strong role models for girls under the framework of improving girls sense of worth (viewing them as human beings), but strong role models for boys under the framework of improving how boys behave to make them more useful/respectful towards women and girls (viewing them as human doings)…. Are we not reinforcing the notion of viewing one with empathy more over the other? or viewing the other with a highen sense of suspicion (Secondary to that, thought experiment: how much traction do you think a role model for girls would get among young girls if they were consistently praised by the adults for how respectful they are towards men?)

And this still doesn't even touch what i think is the biggest issue. Criticizing feminism is seen as misogynistic, even when its not, so it not only becomes a useful shield, keeping the misandry from being addressed, the victim of the misandry gets re-victimized when they get accused of being what they were hurt by.

Somebody who has started to notice the sometimes subtle and easy to miss misandry in how a lot of feminist arguments end up being exercised in practice will only start to see more and more.

Its a eye opening experience that gets frustrating because then nobody believes you. its either a standalone antidote, which invalidates the person's experiences being subjected to it or seeing it as an attitude or if you try to point out the trends its a bad faith mra narrative.

As for radfems, I don't care about them, i see them on tumblr, they don't rep feminism to me. r/twoxc does on the other hand and the misandry in there is palatable and feminist arguments around privilege and oppression are used to excuse it, including by reddit admins when its reported.

I'm not even talking about the women drinking from a coffee mug of white male tears, i'm talking about the countless women and men and publications that were excusing it and poking fun at the men who expressed their emotional discomfort with it.

How would you prefer somebody talk about this? It has to be talked about. This is a mens issue that needs addressing.

When men's DV shelters open up, who is protesting them? Suing them for being gender exclusionary? bankrupting the org, driving the founder to suicide, then opening up a women's only DV shelter after buying it for cheap on auction?

When the feminist ex-director of NoW holds a talk on male suicide, who are the people protesting it and yelling misandry slurs into the face of the men who had multiple friends commit suicide and were hoping to find some answers?

Let me guess? "Not all men feminists?"

Sure, as a mra who is a fan of bell hooks, i can agree; but could we please not deny or attack the lived experiences of men who have seen that side of feminism because they don't perfectly express their frustrations in the correct way.

[heeversee]

THE POLL GODD I NEVER THOUGHT SO MANY PEOPLE WOULD VOTE.

Am I being too dramatic? Bish who cares.

So basically "MAFIA HEESEUNG" won the votes. So here it is besties.

Your wish is my command.

Heeversee Present ✨

A Mafia Heesung au

Chapter 01

You were one of the kind who was used as a personal coffee maker in your office. Even tho you were like every other employee.

So you decide to leave your office and search for another.

Since you didn't get any job after a long 3 months of being job less. You had to do something to feed your poor soul. you were all alone without any family or friends.

You luckily got a job in a nearby High-class cafe and bakery. Well baking was your talent and who didn't want a job in a High-class cafe? so you decide to take up the job.

There were various types of people who would come. grumpy rich office workers, rich giggling High schoolers, big body builders and rich but bubbly and kind grannies, business men's and women's.

In short this cafe was only for rich ass people.

Today you happen to arrive late, which didn't actually cause any problem because your manager was a very kind woman, she knew that you never skipped work for fun and were punctual.

Heeseung, the mafia boss, walks into this high class cafe.

His dark aura quickly hushing the place is bustling with people.

The smell of fresh coffee lingers in the air.

He sees an empty table and makes his way to it, hoping to get a cup of coffee.

He sits down and sets his suit jacket on the chair next to him as he pulls out his phone, ready to work.

That's when he notices you at the counter, your back turned to him. Heeseung sees you and is surprised, because at first glance, you looked so incredibly innocent and pure.

He smirks wickedly enough to make almost all the customers run out of the cafe for their life. The only ones there were his own men.

He watches as you put on your coffee shop attire; apron and your uniform shirt. As your uniform shirt goes over your head.

He peeks to see your face. Your hair is tied up neatly in a ponytail and your face is clean with no makeup. However, your dark, sparkling eyes are the first thing Heeseung notices; they draw his attention in like a magnet.

He can't look away. Your beauty is something he's never seen before, it truly is a once in a lifetime sight.

You turn around with the apron on, ready to start work. But once you look up at the man who is absolutely handsome yet had cold, blank expression has been staring at you,

You drop what you were holding. It falls onto the ground with a loud bang but Heeseung doesn't notice; he's stuck staring into these eyes. He doesn't understand why he feels this way. This isn't something he would normally do, but there was just something about this girl... something that just drew him in.

They stare at each other for moments in silence. Heeseung feels this weird sensation that he's never felt before. What is this? Happiness? Love? Fear? He just... doesn't know. He can see you trembling.

You were scared. He walks over to you and kneels down. Something compelled him to do it. Heesung reaches out to you, gently picking up the items you had dropped. He's surprised to see that you dropped your uniform badge.

"y/n" your name rolling off his tongue like butter. You like the sound of it. You were forced to snap into reality when you saw the cafe half empty, the rest of the men dressed in black suits staring at you and watching the unknown man in front of you in fear.

"I'm so sorry sir" you were the first to get up and smooth down your shirt.

"w-what may I get you?" You stutter making it more embarrassing for yourself.

"A black coffee with 20% sugar" he says as he held his card in front of you.

Your shivering hands slightly graze his knuckles as you take the card.

You saw the name on his black card "Lee Heeseung".

When you were busy preparing the order for heesung, he sat manspreading watching you work through his eyes filled with lust and an unknown feeling.

Recalling the touch of your fingers even tho it was for a second, and the moment feels like an eternity.

He could feel your heat, he could feel your emotions as you just looking into his eyes, terrified.

But oddly, Heeseung wants to keep you to himself, keep you all to himself. It's like he knows, he knows that this girl is gonna be the one. Heeseung is gonna make you his.

Chapter 02 soon. Now I can't add smut when they just met can't I?

Edited.

I can't believe all this time I wrote heeseung's spelling wrong and you all didn't tell me 😭

[roeroe-world]

the show, the after party, the hotel.

lori harvey as valencia, devante swing as himself

set in 1995.

warning: use of drugs and alcohol, detailed smut, profane language, adult situations

Her top row of pearly whites embedded into her bottom lip, swirling dark-brown horizons peering onto the stage. An intense sensation of arousal pouring over her being. A throbbing sensation occurring between her legs as the sounds of screaming women in the crowd drowned beyond her eardrums.

Damn. Is the one thing Valencia could think of at the moment.

Four men stood amongst the stage, giving a crowd a hell of a show and dressed somewhat identical in black leather outfits. But her eyes were on DeVante the entire night.

DeVante Swing.

The man she’d been crushing on since the moment Jodeci first stepped on the scene in Doc Martens. Yet she didn’t get to touch him until she was nineteen. Their affair ended three years ago but that didn’t mean she stopped thinking about him.

There he stood. His persona smooth and suave as nonchalant as she remembers. His hair in small plaits which happened to be a new hairstyle he’d been rocking. It had been cut in an infamous high top fade since she’d last spoken to him. That look had seemed to go out of style.

The successful R&B quartet were performing their hit records, keeping their audience dancing and singing along.

Valencia remained seated the entire night, barely conversing with her friends whom would say occasional things to her during the show. Her main focus is on DeVante yet she doesn’t want to admit it aloud. Though to her knowledge, she definitely isn’t the only female with their beady eyes on him.

The young woman couldn’t blame them.

Over the years, DeVante had always been a beautiful man but his new look and style hit different. His demeanor seemed a bit different.

She couldn’t stop staring, even at the after party. Her light-brown eyes would wander in his direction while he entertained a few of the women whom were throwing themselves at him though he didn’t seem very enthralled. He appeared rather bored.

He’s trying to be friendly. Although he looked like he was ready to leave.

A cigar between his index and middle finger, smoke blowing between his lips as he sat manspread against the leather couch. One of the women seated closely beside him began to run a manicured hand across his chest, her red painted lips inching closer to his ear. Smirks creeping upon both of their canvases.

His piercing eyes analyzing his surroundings before eventually meeting Valencia’s. The moment the pairs of orbs connect, the musician’s smirk drops slightly. Her appearance throwing him completely off.

The woman beside his being whispering dirty things in his ear no longer mattered. His light-colored swirling irises scanning her captivating facial features. She hadn’t changed a bit. She still looks good— no, fuck that— she looks edible.

Tresses curled to perfection and sitting upon her shoulders comfortably. Canvas effortlessly gorgeous and holding a light smirk.

Valencia stood all in her golden glory. A strapless loose crop top which showcased her toned stomach as well as the bottom of her perky breasts. The risqué shirt being adorned by a matching tight skirt that paused above her knees.

Red.

Red always looked flawless on her as he remembered.

He remembers her. The times they’d spent together, the countless amount of love making, the trips, the laughs they shared. Just when he was actually beginning to forget about her, she pops up and makes his heart race.

Their eyes never tearing away from one another, wanting to see who would be the one to speak first. Tension brewing over between the pair, despite being many spaces apart.

Boldly, Valencia lifts her manicured hand, motioning him over smoothly with her index finger.

Suddenly, it became a competition.

His smirk widening once again, he motions the woman over as well using his crooked index finger. The look on both of their faces unreadable but they both knew they liked what they saw. Eyelids hanging low and slightly dead.

Her hair shook along with every movement she’d made, her head moving side to side stubbornly. “You…” She mouths pointing in his direction. “Come over here.” Her finger pointing downward to the open space in front of her being.

Seconds later, the two began to share a chuckle, although they couldn’t hear one another. His head tossing backward at her expected actions with a head shake. “This chick,” He says to himself before standing to his feet. “‘Scuse me, baby.” He leaves the woman by her lonesome, no longer in the mood for her presence.

No lie. Valencia’s heart began to race even more, analyzing the musician waltz between individuals to get to her. It seemed like eternity. But… it wasn’t.

“Took you long enough.” She opens her lips to speak and that’s the first thing she says.

The scent of cologne and chronic enters her nostrils the moment he inches closer to her. Their chests nearly touching while the palm of his large right hand accompanies the wall beside the woman’s head.

Raising a brow, “Still the same old Val, I see,” His orbs scanning her frame once again as hers looks up in his direction due to their height difference. “You ain’t changed a bit.” Tongue dragging across his pink lips slowly.

Instantly, the beauty glances away, her attention darting downward upon her red bottoms. The plaits that were once in his hair were taken down, showcasing the curly essence. His eyebrow possessing a perfect slit on the side. His facial hair— everything about him is perfect. His voice always did things to her and he knows it.

A flustered smile amongst her glossy lips, feeling like the innocent nineteen year old girl she once was when they’d met in ‘92. Butterflies fluttering within her stomach just as they did three years ago.

“You have. I’m digging the new hairdo.” Their eyes meeting yet again the second she looks upward.

Slightly smiling, a chuckle passes his lips before quizzing, “What made you come see me?”

Sending the musician a playful eye roll, her head tilting to the side, a grin etched across her golden face. “What makes you think I just came to see you? Jodeci is a group— not just DeVante Swing, if I’m not mistaken.” The woman’s smart reply earns yet another chuckle.

“Well—” The sound of glass breaking over the booming rap music interrupts the pair due to the loudness.

“Bitch, don’t make me fuck you up!” One of the women shouts at the other while security held the anger women apart. Their eyes darting away from one another for the first time in minutes and peering into the direction of the sudden ruckus.

The night had taken a sudden shift and neither of two wanted to be around it.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” Without a hesitation, DeVante takes Valencia’s hand to guide them to his limousine. His cigar still in hand, taking occasional smooth pulls. “We going to the hotel.” A driver stood by the door, opening it for the pair smoothly and closing it behind them.

Her irises searching around the limousine, smiling slightly at the inside and how neat and luxurious it is. The musician’s arms immediately envelopes around her frame, pulling her closer to him and holding the woman tightly.

It reminded her of old times. She couldn’t lie, she missed this. She missed DeVante.

“I missed you…” It was as if he spoke her mind.

“I missed you.” She replies softly in the midst of fighting her tears. She fought and fought and eventually won. They began to catch up during the entire limo ride, reminiscing about the past and sharing laughter.

The more they spoke on the past is the more she realized she’s no longer the girl she once was. The realization saddened her oddly.

When they met, she happened to be in her freshman year of college and almost beginning her second year. Valencia was inexperienced then until she met DeVante who showed her a whole other world compared to the sheltered life she had at home.

She would forever be thankful for that.

Upon entering DeVante’s spacious hotel suite, the vibe instantly transitioned. DeVante began to stop talking and the look on his face grew unreadable. It was as if he no longer wanted to speak, his attitude cold while he waltzed ahead of the woman.

Reading the room, Valencia remained silent and analyzed the back of his head before peering out of the wide windows of the suite. Seattle’s night sky sinking into her glistening orbs, wondering if she should leave or not. She had no problem walking away again… no matter how much it would hurt.

“Why’d you leave?” He breaks the silence, slowly making his way beside her standing frame.

“Huh?” The question catches her off guard, attention falling amongst his being.

“There was times when I needed you…” The musician began, keeping his head forward onto the sight of Seattle’s nightlife. “But you wasn’t there ‘cause you was gone.” Valencia’s face drops and immediately her mood changes.

They spent so much time reminiscing on the good yet forgot the turmoil and pain.

A deep chuckle passes his throat before he grew serious again, “That night you called me crying about some rumor you heard about me… I come home from tour to see all your shit nowhere to be found. I called you, paged you, looked for you, you completely dipped on me. All because of a fucking rumor.” His head moving side to side. “You took that shit and ran with it, literally.” Anger filling his tone by the minute.

Scoffing, “A rumor that I recall you did not confirm nor deny. It was a yes or no question.”

“I denied that shit, Valencia. I wasn’t fucking no other bitches when we was together. That was you. All up in your head, making up these crazy ass scenarios. I specifically told you not to worry about the rumors and don’t believe what everybody tell you. A person will tell you anything and you’ll believe that shit. I always hated that about you.”

Valencia began to grow angry as well, staring at him as if he’d grown three heads. “Yo, what the fuck?” Her tone of voice rising. “It’s been three fucking years. Why the fuck are you so fixated on that shit? ‘Cause guess what? That one little rumor isn’t the only reason I left.” Instantly, his head snaps in her direction.

“What else? Why you leave then?” He inches closer to the woman, his tall frame steaming.

“I don’t wanna talk about that shit. It’s all in the past—”

“Then that’s where your ass should’ve stayed.” His tone of voice raising much higher, almost shouting. “What was your fucking point of coming out to see me? Hm? Don’t say you didn’t come to see me ‘cause you and I both know you did.” Her eyes began fluttering and on the verge of the tears.

The young woman couldn’t believe he was speaking to her this way when they were just laughing up a storm moments ago. Maybe she shouldn’t have come to see him after leaving him without any absolute closure. She should have stayed in the past… like he wants.

“You know what?” She starts, both of their irises full of fury yet passion. “I admit I was wrong for leaving you the way I did. But you have to understand that this lifestyle isn’t me. The women, the tours, the tabloids— I couldn’t do it anymore. I wanted a relationship with you… not the world, D.” Everything was finally making perfect sense.

“I couldn’t tell you that then because I couldn’t face you. You would try to make me stay and I would’ve but I wouldn’t be happy.”

Sighing heavily, he takes a step back, anger subsiding and face softening. “I ain’t know you felt that way.” How could he not see it? His aggressive schedule, the tours, the shows, the spotlight. DeVante had no absolute idea how much his career affected her. “But you knew what it was when you got with me. So what changed?” She broke his heart and the way she left impacted him greatly.

“The nights, days, weeks.” Her mind traveling down memory lane. “I began to feel alone and I’m where I’m at while you’re where you’re at and I’m hearing all these stories and such. How was I supposed to feel? I’m not apart of that world so it felt like I was on the outside looking in.” She steps forward, caressing his canvas soothingly.

“I should’ve gave you the proper closure you needed. I’m sorry, okay?”

DeVante had every right to feel how he felt. Because that night she was very adamant on leaving, packing up every single belonging and fleeing the spacious lonely mansion without another word. Every tear came redemption yet she knew she had to leave… so, she did. No matter how much she didn’t want to and the amount of tears shed.

That nineteen-year-old remembered her mother being there, helping her pack and consistently telling her, “I told you men like that aren’t worth it. They lie, they cheat…” She’d lectured her the entire time while Valencia ignored her egg donor to the best of her abilities, much too weak to argue.

His irises piercing into hers intensely, low red eyeballs reading lust and passion yet love. “Prove it.”

Valencia was slightly caught off guard, given how quickly the entire energy in the suite transitioned. He was just jumping down her throat now he looked he wanted to be in her throat.

“Prove what?” She plays dumb, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Prove how sorry you are— ‘know what I’m saying?” His hands palming her backside, taking the opportunity to grip what once belonged to him. “Prove to daddy how much missed me.” A smirk amongst his lips.

She returns the smirk, beginning to caress his clothed shoulders before pulling the leather jacket to expose his tattooed arms. Soon came his baggy shirt. The musician watches the woman closely with a groan as she began to plant kisses amongst his ink covered golden chest, bending upon her knees.

There were way more tattoos than before she’d realized. It gave him a more edgy image. That turned her on. The throbbing between her legs returned yet again, a waterfall leaking in her panties.

Almond shaped mid length chrome colored acrylic nails beginning to unbutton and unzip the fly of his pants, the sight of his hard bulge making her mouth water. Without a hesitation, his boxers were to his ankles. Valencia grasped an opportunity to admire the view of his naked body and how tatted he was compared to when they first met.

His thick, long member stood at attention and longing for attention as she stared, thinking of the phenomenal times she and him shared. Remembering the days when she was willing to die for that dick. Now, she was reverting to her old ways and indulging in one of her many guilty pleasures.

Stroking him softly, she wraps her lips around his phallus and immediately goes to work. “Shit. There you go, baby.” His deep nasally voice encourages her in a breathy tone, crooked fingers tangling within her tresses.

The woman’s head bobs backward and forward, attempting her best to deep throat him but it wouldn’t be long before she got the hang of it. DeVante soon transitioned into her meal as she swallowed him, twisting her hand to stroke the musician to perfection.

Meanwhile, the musician was in ecstasy as the woman that was once the love of his life gave him superhead. It was an art she’d perfected long ago after much practice. His head hung backward, a plethora of groans and profanity exiting his pink lips while fucking her pretty face.

Slurping sounds filled the spacious suite. Valencia’s eyelids were shut, letting his reaction consume her— sucking him as if her life depended on it.

She’s doing such a phenomenal job that he came under a minute but that didn’t make her want to stop. In fact, it encouraged her to go harder. “Mm.” She moans against his phallus, tears rolling down her cheeks, slob and cum surrounding her lips as well as dripping along her exposed breasts.

She didn’t care if she looked pretty or not.

“Aight, baby.” He slowly attempts to push her head backward, mouth hanging agape in pleasure while she ravished him during his orgasm. “Damn, Val…” He eyed her through low eyelids, body shaking slightly. Clearly, she was adamant on showing him how sorry she is.

Seductively, she pulls his member out of her mouth and taps it along her tongue before standing to her feet to connect their lips. His erect phallus in hand and at attention.

He fell under her spell while she lead him on the marble floors, ending up between her legs. Without a doubt, his hands were already upon the hem of her skirt and sliding the material downward as well as her panties. Anxious to see how soaked she is. Anxious to see what he once would play with on his free time.

The lights were bright and were going to remain that way, wanting to see one another. Their naked bodies being showcased in front of the windows, not giving a single fuck who would see. In fact, the thought of someone watching aroused the two even more.

“So fucking sexy… look at you.” His lowered gaze traveling amongst her captivating face as well as her captivating bareness. Her top row of pearly whites digging into her bottom lip, waiting for him to take her and ruin her as her legs remained spread to give him the beautiful view of her million dollar wetness.

“Sit that pretty pussy on my face.” He demands and she immediately does as told, a moan falling amongst her lips the moment she feels the sensation of his wet tongue.

She rode and rode, moaning loudly as the musician ate her to the bone. His pink lips licking and sucking, kissing— enjoying the melody of her moans and the screams of his name.

Occasionally, he would send smacks to her backside and gripping it, loving the taste she possessed. Nectar overflowing amongst his lips and chin. He always did love the sweetness.

Soon, they would find themselves switching positions. DeVante happened to be in control, her legs upon his shoulders whilst his member stroked in and out of the woman strategically. They felt so good to one another, loving the sensation of their love-making.

It was intense.

The way DeVante’s beautiful hazel swirling irises peered into hers, sweat beads dripping along his face— giving her his all. He looked incredibly sexy on top of her, not to mention he feels so fucking amazing inside of her.

Valencia’s sweet nectar lubricated every movement driving the two up the wall. The stickiness slapping against their skin. Macaroni-like noises as well as heavy breathing and moans filling the area.

Every stroke snatching each breath out of her lungs, her mouth hung agape— low eyelids giving the musician her undivided attention. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good inside of me.” Her dainty hands trailing against his tattooed arms, admiring his beauty and inked art onto his being.

They bit each other, screamed, screeched, tore one another apart— kissing one another roughly. Their sex wasn’t very slow, it was passionate yet rough. Clearly angry at one another that neither of them could have what they wanted. They were both aware that they couldn’t get back together.

That door had already closed.

The musician pulls out, already on the verge of approaching his orgasm. “Arch your back for me, baby.” He pants and she immediately does as told, moaning the moment she feels him inside of her love yet again.

The view of her backside slapping against him made him drag his tongue across his lips, sending a smack to it. “Damn, I missed you.” His baritone meets her eardrums instantly resulting in her lips to press together similar to a pout but she isn’t pouting. “You missed me, baby?”

Her mouth agape, breathing heavily while a plethora of moans passes her lips. “Unh, yes.” Face pressed against the marble floor and she didn’t even seem to care, clearly too fucked out to give a fuck.

“I love you…” She trails off moaning, nearly on the verge of tears. His grip on her waist tightening as he gave her his all, knowing it would be their last time like this. That was his main focus. “I love you, Donald, you hear me?” The woman wanted a response, beginning to pump it back at a similar pace of his strokes.

“Fuck, Val…” He began, head tossing backward. She knew how to make him weak, she also knows that he’s upset with her. All these years of no closure, no calls— nothing. There was no going back from that. The damage had already been done.

But no matter what, the feelings remained and that’s all it would ever be. Two people who were deeply in love with one another.

“I love you more, baby. Never stopped.”

His response makes her eyes flutter, immediately feeling her orgasm approaching. Though she could feel his anger, she could feel his love— emotionally and physically, he didn’t even have to say it.

The musician wasn’t ashamed, fucking her senseless in front of the windows without an absolute care. Anyone in the other buildings could’ve looked in and saw how dirty they were being, watching their hour long filth.

Her fucked out face turned in front of the windows while he was behind her being, fucking her doggystyle. The lights were still on so they could see everything, every crevice, every tattoo, every love face.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” The beauty moans while his mouth hung agape, focused and speechless. His eyebrows furrowing together as she put her million dollar pussy on him, his orgasm approaching quickly.

It was as if he was on a cloud. He wasn’t sure if he was feeling this way because of all of the chronic he smoked today or the half of bottle of Hennessy he drank at the afterparty. DeVante just knew that he feels amazing. Valencia feels amazing.

“Mm, daddy..” She calls out.

Immediately, the musician began to think about sealing the deal. Wondering if he would just release his seed inside of her. Then, she would have no choice but to come back into his arms and have a family like they talked about in the past.

Imagining how beautiful she would look pregnant with his child, eating every thing in sight. He would rub her swollen feet, caress her protruding belly while their creation kicked. The two smiling at one another lovingly as his other kids from previous relationships ran around their shared home.

It was a beautiful vision.

Yet, no matter how beautiful it was. It wasn’t fair.

Panting heavily, the musician pulls out and releases onto her plump backside with a groan, “Shit.” It wouldn’t be long before Valencia reaches her climax, crying out for the most high. Quivering and shaking.

Silence falling over them after their mind blowing orgasm, remaining in their same position until the beauty turns to climb onto his lap. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she envelopes herself into her ex’s ink covered arms.

Not another word being exchanged.

[highonlife22]

the only two things i will always side with the men on are

1) manspreading

2) eating a lot

because those aren't men's problems those are tall people problems. i have a vagina and i eat 10 eggs a day because im bigger than you and i need more protein than you do. women tend to not understand this and they're like omg my husband eats so much. its not because he's a man, its because he's bigger than you. my mother says this everyday to me she's like how can you eat all of that im like are you stupid ?

[smitethestate]

All Tumblr beefs aside, I really am seeing a concerning trend in which young feminists are attacking the feminist movement of the 2010s by using very similar or identical language to the anti-feminists of the time.

I know it's tempting to jump on the bandwagon to appear very 2020s enlightened, but it's a trap. Some of you sound just like men's rights activists and I know you can do better than that.

The various trends of 2010s feminism were all either flawed in some key ways or plagued by bad actors, including early TERFs, white feminists, and cis men who thought they were special. There's plenty to scrutinize and criticize about this movement and its hashtagism and liberal co-option, but exercise caution. We already had a lot of great discussions sparked by trans women, BIPOC, non-binary folks, intersex folks, disabled people, etc. criticizing the flaws and problems with trends like talking about "manspreading," and a bit of research can do wonders to keep you from repeating the mistakes of the past or fall for anti-feminist rhetoric.

Those movements did a lot of good in spite of all their problems, just like every feminist wave throughout our history. Each one left out or directly harmed populations marginalized beyond their womanhood, no doubt. And also we seem to get a bit better each time in regards to having conversations about that harm and evolving.

I was in my 20s during that time and I made the same kinds of mistakes I see people making today, including interpreting direct advice as personal attacks and lashing out. All I can do is ask that the young drivers of 2020s feminist movements consider learning from my example and all the fuck ups therein.

Repeating the mistakes of the past may be inevitable. I just hope we can get a little better each wave. But keep going and learning and getting in touch with that anger. In another 10 years hopefully I'll be talking about how I fucked up in my 30s thinking I could guide anyone at that age. Anyway. Just remember that every feminist movement is going to be a mixed bag of flaws and harm and good and progress, and try to avoid glorifying any of it or handing anti-feminists a win by condemning it on their terms. Do your reading. Remember your grounding techniques. Have fun. Stay hydrated. Stretch your wrists.