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malkahpariyz · 6 months

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The quote above is what I have been saying forever to these men who have an issue with me being an outstanding leader of a woman… and it is refreshing to finally here it come from a man’s mouth.

It’s a lot of DUMMY men out here who truly think we should be following them as women when they are quite literally ignorant, lost, and mislead men... and they get mad at us and assassinate our womanhood the moment they realize we are MORE than them and we are more capable of leading ourselves and others in the proper directions exponentially more than they are. They are mad at us because we know better and are better than any and everything they are about & anything and everything they have to say or do. They are mad at us because they are less than the man they should be. They are mad at us, because even as women, we stand to be more equipped and capable than even them, as a man. You are not too strong woman, these men are too weak for you. These weak men are offended by you because EVERYTHING YOU ARE reminds them of what THEY ARE NOT… but yet are supposed to be as a man, but are not, because they are not proper or real men… and they seek to take their faults and insecurities out on you, and instead of admitting to themselves that they are shitty leaders, they accuse you of being too much of a leader for them to handle or like or want in a woman.

Something these weak men should know: We absolutely are submissive. We are just not submissive to anything DUMB WRONG OR WEIRD or whatever we know better than already. We submit to the men who are actually fit to lead women like us who already know how to lead ourselves properly and refuse to be led astray. If we know better than you we know better than you. If we are more equipped than you, we are more equipped! And we are not going to pretend like we are not just for your egos sake. Y’all mad at us because we are not about to submit to anything less than us or beneath us. And we do not follow behind any advice, statements, or commands that WE KNOW FAR BETTER THAN (and trust me we do know better than it and it’s confirmed that we do know better than it)…and we not about to pretend like we don’t just for your sake. We are not about to play dumb or follow blindly for anybody. Period.

Ladies, it’s time for us to realize that the only men that have issues with us are the ones who are BENEATH us. When you find a man who is ACTUALLY fit to lead you, he will have no issue with the incredibly strong leader you already are. In fact it will impress him and turn him on.

Hear this ladies, and say it with me: These weak men are the only ones who have an issue with you being strong. These dumb men are the only ones who have an issue with you being intelligent. These lost men are the only ones who have an issue with you having found yourself. These men who don’t know God properly are the only ones who have an issue with you knowing God and His words, more well and more accurately than they do. These men who are disconnected from God and can’t hear His voice are the only ones with an issue with what God has told YOU. These broke men are the only men who have an issue with you being rich. These talentless men are the only ones intimidated or jealous of your talent. These misled men are the only ones who have an issue with you being a proper leader. These loser men are the only ones with an issue with you being a winner. These men who ain’t going nowhere in life are the only ones who got an issue with where you are going in life. These unmanly men are the only ones that feel emasculated by you.

Continue to be a lioness Queen, soon your King will be in effect.

- The Modest Blog

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bmorefashionnerd · 8 months

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Ashanti onset of “Happy” (2002)

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mymotherthemilf · 2 months

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carmillaseize · 6 months

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Bow before your commanding mistress

#domminatrix #fem domme #femdxm #sadist dom #18+ only #ebony #loyalfans #onlyf@nz #black female supremacy #d0mme #female led world #female supermacy

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fairyvv · 1 year

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ME + CURRENT READS✨

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imjustbambi · 7 months

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🧡 on my mama, on my hood 🧡

#me #my face #pumpkin head #I’m ready for fall #fall baby #ginger hair #black female supremacy #she a baddie she know she a 10

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anonymousgrlll · 6 months

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚜 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 '𝚌𝚒𝚜' 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐!

(𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝟷 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝!)

I LOVE to block ppl. 😊

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danieltinnirello · 9 months

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Do all so-called Dommes require a gift card?

#bd/sm relationship #bd/sm community #black female supremacy #ebony domme #bd/sm blog

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90ekz · 4 months

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do you think you could write hcs of jean with a softspoken gf? nobody writes for him fr it’s so sad

an! i love jean and this concept anon ! im a soft spoken girl myself so this really hits home 🥹 i hope you enjoy!!

jean as your boyfriend <3

SFW

when you two first started dated, jean was convinced that he hit the lottery. you were everything he ever wanted and he loved a girl that kept to herself.

jean sometimes takes you to wing houses & burger joints and watches with a huge smile as you try to order your food against the chaos of the other people conversing around you. you weren’t the biggest fan of having to yell in public, but you tried your best, and his heart melts everytime.

when you first met him at connie’s house warming party, you bumped into him, spilling the contents of your cup onto his white button up. jean had turned beet red as you stood on your tippy toes to whisper a hurried apology into his ear over the sound of the blaring music, while rushing to go get paper towels.

his favorite thing about you is how attentively you listen. it doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, you’ll be making eye contact and nodding along to whatever he has to say.

gets irritated with you during arguments, because you well… don’t engage. he could be giving a verbal, ten page, double spaced paper about how irritated he is with you, and you’ll just look at him like you’re bored.

“all i’m saying is that you don’t have to get aggressive with me over this. yes, i was at armin’s late and didn’t say anything, but i’ll tell you next time, okay? i’m sorry.” “okay.” “i said sorry, damn! stop yelling!”

you aren’t the biggest fan of confrontation, but he is. connect the dots yourself.

“SHE SAID NO GODDAMN TOMATO!” “it’s fine, i can just take them off—“ “not now, baby. gimme a sec, okay? anyway, FIX HER FUCKING BURGER!”

the two of you communicate so silently that it freaks your friends the hell out. when you want to go home, when you’re tired, when he’s needy, when he’s irritated? easy, simple eye contact will send you or him springing into action to fix the problem.

you may be quiet, but you love to laugh. jean doesn’t think he can think of anything more angelic-sounding than the sound of your genuine laughter, only for him.

jean had to learn how to be more tender when doing daily tasks. he was so used to slamming doors and stomping up stairs that he didn’t remember to adjust that behavior when you moved in.

(the first week you moved in, he’d thrown open the door to your bedroom and felt his chest squeeze as you almost tumbled out of your desk chair. now he puts three gentle taps on every door when he needs to come in.)

physical touch fanatic. end of discussion.

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lemme tell you, this man takes it to heart when you try to hold in your moans. you’re a little embarrassed with how loud you get, but nothing turns jean on more.

“nuh uh, lemme hear you—need to hear how good i’m making you feel, princess..”

during your first time together, he’d almost cum in his pants at the mere sound of your loud groans bouncing off the walls.

loves when you pull his hair more than anything. he takes it as a sign to go harder, fuck you deeper, and he obliges everytime. his cock throbs harder each time you run your fingers through his loose curls.

about 5.7 inches roughly, but thick. his cock flares as it goes downward; the head being the slimmest part. giving him head is fun, you think.

jean has this weird little fixation with your neck. it doesn’t matter what position he has you in, he’ll have a hand—or his mouth—running across the skin of your throat. backshots? he’s got a hand pressing against your nape to keep you in place. missionary? he’s massaging his thumb over your throat so tenderly that it should be illegal. cowgirl? he’s squeezing the sides of your neck while whispering about how good of a girl you’re being for him. he’s pretty damn weird.

his favorite thing to do is eat you out. you deny it, but your voice shoots up a whole octave when he massages your gspot with his two fingers of choice as he suckles on your swollen clit.

utterly surprised at how much you talk during sex. it almost embarrasses him how much you beg, scream, and whine for him. a mixture of ‘please’s’ and ‘fuck’s being infused in his head for eternity.

“oouu—shit, you’re so fucking loud…”

presses down on your stomach to feel where he is so he can try and go deeper… yeah.

tries to fuck your throat hoarse just to hear your raspy voice for a few hours. you’re such a trooper, just sitting there and taking it for him, even if he laughs at you after.

“babe, i’m so sorry—hahaha!” “this isn’t funny, i sound like t-pain!” “I LIKE THE BARRRTENDERRR—ouch, im sorry, i said i’m sorry!”

aftercare god. he’ll spend hours taking care of you, washing your back in the tub, greasing your scalp, making you tea and cookies, the whole nine. this man loves you deep.

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moniqueesworld · 9 months

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Be patient…the lifestyle you dreamed of is coming.

#black women #black is beautiful #goddess energy #blacktumblr #melanin #black woman aesthetic #black girl fashion #self care #self love #black female supremacy #black beauty #manifesting #moodboard #blacksuccess

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dirtyvulture · 1 year

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Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 2140

Requested by anon: Oh awesome! I'd like to request an abo fic then!

Can I ask for Alpha Natasha x Omega Reader

So, Natasha has always fancied Reader but due to how close Reader is with Steve(hes just a friend. His Alpha insticts just make him very protective for those he cares about) and Natashas inexperience in courting a mate due to that not being a Red Room lesson, she never makes a move.

That all changes at one of Tonys parties though. Steves away on a mission, so when a group of slimy Alphas corner Reader Nat swoops in to save her. They go back to the Alphas room where feelings get admitted and Natasha is able to claim her Omega

I'm sorry if thats too much, got a bit carried away. Hope you like this idea and thanks in advance. Love your work.

AN: Happy ABO April!

Natasha has to look away when Steve puts his arm around your shoulder in a side-hug and you lean into him and laugh at his joke. She can’t even name the things she would give up to take Steve’s place next to you, to have her arm around you and have you laughing at her joke instead. Even though Steve is a close friend of hers, she has always harbored a near-uncontrollable level of jealousy of him because of how close he was to you.

She knows you hardly look at her when she enters a room and the few moments the two of you have had alone, you’re always painfully professional and cordial with her. But at the end of the day, Natasha doesn’t blame you for it. Steve was a better alpha than her, anyway. She didn’t know the first thing about being someone’s alpha, let alone yours, and didn’t think she would be able to satisfy you with her inexperience and hesitancy.

Tony hosts a party that weekend, but Steve is called out last-minute on a mission. You come in alone, looking a little lost without your partner/alpha by your side. Natasha feels like this is her chance to make a move with you, but ultimately, her insecurities win out and she stays by the bar, miserably slamming vodka shots and wondering if she’ll ever be good enough for anyone.

You hadn’t expected to attend Tony’s party solo. Steve was your best friend, surprising you with how well you got along with someone who was old enough to be your grandpa, but he had been nothing but kind and respectful to you. You trusted him with your life and kept no secrets from him, but you didn’t see him as a romantic partner.

There was someone else you wanted, but they always seemed so shy around you, you were beginning to lose hope that anything could ever happen with them.

You find an empty corner in the table and sip a glass of wine, not interested in casual socialization with anyone tonight. You weren’t even sure why you still came when Steve texted you that he was being called to work, but you felt it would be rude to not show up with a legitimate excuse.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You look up as a man slides into the seat across from you. His hair is greasy with gel and his eyes tell you that he’s already a few drinks into the night. There are two friends that stand next to your table, effectively preventing you from just getting up and excusing yourself. You feel your heartbeat pound faster in your chest.

“Where’s your alpha?” the greasy-haired man asks.

“My what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with us now.” The man laughs, prompting his friends to do the same. You can’t remember ever seeing any of them before, but Tony invites anyone that knows his name, so you can’t narrow down where they might’ve come from at all.

“So you thought you’d come to Stark’s party in hopes that another alpha would come by and claim you?” the man snickers.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” you assert, standing up as the man’s two friends step towards you menacingly.

“Not yet,” the man says. “But you know what would be better than being claimed by one alpha? How about three?” He smiles predatorily.

“Get away from me right now,” you say, your fingers closing tightly around the stem of your wine glass in case you need to smash it over one of their heads.

“Oh, we love a fighter,” the man says. “I hope it’s not just an act--”

“Hey.”

A familiar voice enters the conversation, and you almost melt with relief when you see Natasha Romanoff shove her way between the man’s two friends and offer you her hand.

“I’ve been looking all over for you. Come on.”

You don’t question where she’s going to take you, just eager to get away from these three creepy alphas.

“Whoa, whoa, where are you taking--” the man interrupts.

“Shut it,” Natasha warns. “You’re all done here. Now get out before I have my friends escort you out.”

The man looks like he wants to protest, but when he sees Clint and Bruce eyeing them from the corner of the room, he grabs onto his buddies and pushes them towards the exit.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks, taking you to the bar and ordering you a glass of water.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks for that. You didn’t have to,” you say, sipping your water with trembling hands.

“I wasn’t going to just stand there and watch them talk to you like that,” Natasha says, and you’re pretty sure this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with her. The nerves of talking to your crush and what had just happened start to get to you and you feel yourself begin to sweat under your clothes.

Natasha looks at you with concern. “Y/N, are you--”

“Can we go back upstairs? If you’re okay leaving the party early, that is,” you ask.

She doesn’t hesitate. “Sure.”

You don’t miss the way Natasha keeps her hand on your back as she follows you to the elevators and you both go up to the penthouse where the suites are located. But instead of going to your room, your feet take you to Natasha’s, and she doesn’t protest as you sit down on her bed and make yourself comfortable. Her scent, reminding you of the woods with a hint of vanilla, fills the entire room and you instinctively relax, like sinking into a hot tub.

Natasha sits next to you, her scent surrounding her like a cloud, and you can barely focus when she hands you a bottle of water.

“Thank you,” you finally say. “Not just for the water, but also what you did at the party.”

Natasha shrugs. “Steve wouldn’t have been happy if something happened to his omega.”

Her words catch you off guard. “Steve’s omega?” you repeat.

Natasha looks at you. “Wait, are you not--”

“Steve and I are just friends,” you clarify, your heart deflating at the thought that Natasha mistook your close friendship for an actual relationship.

“You two seem very close.”

“We are, but not like that,” you say.

“Oh.” Now Natasha feels dumb.

“I had my eye on another alpha for a while,” you admit, surprising yourself with your boldness. “But I’m not sure if they’d ever make a move on me.”

It takes Natasha a moment, but when she makes the realization, she gasps audibly and stares at you with wide eyes.

“M-Me?” she stammers, unable to believe that you actually want her.

You nod, biting your lip as you look at her. The overwhelming scent of her room is embarrassingly enough to get you going and you feel the wetness pooling between your legs uncomfortably.

“Do you want me?” you ask, leaning forward until your heads are inches apart. You feel her hot breath on your lips and the urge to dive forward and kiss her.

“Since the moment I saw you,” Natasha whispers, surprising herself by taking initiative and closing the distance between you two. Her lips are soft and her lip gloss tastes like coconut. Natasha presses towards you eagerly, her hands closing around your shoulders and gently pressing you to lie down on her bed. “Is this okay?” she asks, now hovering over you.

You swear you’re already gushing at the sight of Natasha on top of you like this. “It’s more than okay,” you assure, tangling your hands in her silky red hair and pulling her in for another kiss.

Natasha practically devours you and you feel yourself ache with an emptiness you know only she can fill. You open your legs to invite Natasha to lie between them and when you feel the heat of her clothed bulge against your center, you can’t even think anymore.

All you want is Natasha buried deep inside of you, filling with her cum, and claiming you as her omega.

You break away from the heavy kisses long enough to remove your clothing and Natasha watches you for a moment before scrambling to remove her own. You moan when you touch your panties and realize how soaked through they are and you know Natasha can smell it by the way her eyes widen.

“Look what you’ve done to me, baby,” you say. “I’m soaking for you.”

“So desperate for me, huh?” Natasha stumbles a little over the dirty talk, but you find it endearing. She pulls down her boxers, her hard cock springing out at an impressive length, the tip red and leaking pre-cum. “Lie back, baby,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”

Natasha takes her place back on top of you, teasing you by running her cock through your slicked folds. She’s never claimed an omega before and is worried about releasing too early and not being able to satisfy you.

“Fuck, baby, just put it in already,” you beg, the emptiness between your legs almost painful now.

Natasha knows that she won’t be able to deny you much longer. Her cock is throbbing so hard she can’t think of anything else, and after taking your hips in her hands, she lines herself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

Both of you moan at the same time. Natasha is the biggest you’ve ever taken, and while the stretch burns at first, you feel so satisfyingly full you never want her to pull out. You feel complete with her inside of you and when she starts to rock her hips slowly, you claw down her back and hold onto her butt, guiding her to thrust harder.

“Yes, Nat, just like that,” you pant, a moan ripping out of your throat every time her cock rubs through your clenching walls.

“You feel amazing,” Natasha says, her voice tight as she tries not to explode just yet. The way your pussy grips onto her is unlike anything she’s ever experienced and it’s like your body was made just to fit her. “Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N.”

“You do, too. Don’t stop,” you say, listening to the headboard of the bed slam against the wall with every thrust.

Natasha lowers her head to kiss you passionately, looping her arms under yours to pull you into her so she can penetrate you even deeper. Your pussy spasms around her and she moans against your lips, pistoning her hips harder.

“Mine. You’re all mine,” she growls.

“All yours when you knot me,” you remind her, feeling the swelling at the base of her cock when she pushes her entire length into you. As full as you already feel, you can’t wait for her to knot you and pump her seed into you until your stomach swells.

“Are you sure?” Natasha pants, slowing her thrusts to control her release. "Are you sure you want this, Y/N?”

“It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted,” you admit.

It’s the only thing Natasha’s ever wanted, too. To claim you and to be able to call you her omega.

“Okay.” She knows she won’t last much longer and the base of her cock begins to swell. Her thrust become sloppier and you widen your legs so she has room to bury herself all the way. “Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum...”

“Make me yours, Nat,” you beg, digging your nails into her shoulders until you’re sure you’ll draw blood.

With one final thrust that shakes your entire body, Natasha pushes her knot past your entrance and releases her load inside of you. The warmth that fills you is indescribable, and you throw your head back with a moan as Natasha’s cock continues to pulse, shooting ropes of cum deep into your womb. The pressure and fullness is too much and you find your own release at the same time, craning your neck up to clamp your teeth around Natasha’s collarbone and claiming her as she knots you.

Natasha howls at the sting and the delight at you marking her. When she finally stops cumming, she relaxes her weight on top of you and nuzzles your cheek gently. You purr in response, happy to be full of cum and claimed by your alpha.

The two of you lie like that for a long time, until Natasha’s knot deflates and she can pull out, spilling most of her seed onto the bedsheets. You cling to her, feeling the most satisfied and happy you had ever been in your life.

“Thank you, my alpha,” you whisper, kissing the bite mark on her chest.

“I love you, my omega.”

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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I’m currently drawing this scenario so I decided to also write it:

CollegeStudent! Gojo that has all his classes with you (even the ones he doesn’t need because he can’t stand to be away more than an hour to annoy you) and purposely sit besides you.

“Remember last time you helped me study?..wanna go again?”

CollegeStudent! Gojo that relishes in the embarrassed look on your face when he brings up the time you both spent together that day.

“Sato…what are y—.”

“Just relax, don’t act like you wasn’t expecting me to do this, bet you wore this slutty ass skirt on purpose.”

CollegeStudent! Gojo that is so perverted with his ways he doesn’t even care that his bulge was shamelessly humping against your ass in the middle of the bookshelves as you were trying to reach up top

CollegeStudent! Gojo That muffles your moans with a soft kiss while his longer slender fingers slide inside your panties to play with your clit.

“Sato…~”

“Juuusstt like that.. we gatta keep quiet though, okay?”

CollegeStudent! Gojo that doesn’t give two fucks about the sounds of the books and papers falling to the ground as he fucks up into you against the bookshelves whining in your ear of how good you feel squeezing down everytime he whimpers your name softly.

CollegeStudent! Gojo that finishes inside you and pulls up your panties to see the contort in your face as you walk back to your table filled with his cum.

CollegeStudent! Gojo that keeps distracting you with a flustered face by rubbing your tummy and wet inner thighs to hearing you stutter to ask him the next question

CollegeStudent! Gojo that gets an A on his exam, not because of anything you did, he was a smart guy, his grades were always perfect but you were great motivation for him.

Giving you a fat kiss during class and whispers in your ear to insist you both “study” more often but next time in his dorm.

CollegeStudent! Gojo that loves how tight and warm your cunt feels as he write down his notes in his room as his Roomate Geto sleeps behind you both

He hopes you make some noise, maybe even enough to have his friend wake up and join in on your study session.

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chrollohearttags · 2 years

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Just imaging Reiner being unhealthily obsessed with his chubby black girlfriend and the fact that you’re a squirter.

cw//overstimulation, squirting, my bby is a little aggressive in this 🥹, dirty talk, clit play, light slapping and choking bc he would never hurt us

📝: I am so in love with this man like god help me! this has been stuck in my head for weeks now and I just can’t get over it 😵‍💫

Mans practically worships the ground you walk on and is in love with your body from head to toe! It wasn’t bad enough that you had him wrapped around your finger with just your personality and pretty face, but when you gave him that plump, juicy pussy, that’s when he really became a fool. This reserved, sweet, big ol’ teddy bear of a man turns into a pitiful little puppy dog of a simp when it comes to his woman.

but one night, he’s burrowed over you..legs pinned back so that he has ample room to work. His full body weight pressed firmly into your thick thighs as he keeps you pinned to the jolting and soaked mattress.

“..No running from me tonight, cupcake.. ‘giving you all this dick..”

muttering between heavy breaths and long strokes. Reiner, trying his damndest to maintain his stamina. That fat, pulsating cock is constantly pumping its way through the tight canal of your swollen pussy. A creamy concoction of your arousal was all over his lower half and the bed sheets, making it a beautiful mess. The white mixture slathered down your beautiful almond skin. It was a sensation like none he had ever experienced before..

“Look at that pretty little pussy..so wet f’r me..I love it.”

warm, dripping wet and extremely tight; it melded to him with each thrust..one deeper than the next. But it was what followed that made him mad with passion, lust and pure love..

a splash of clear, urine like liquid showering him after a solid five minutes of pounding into you. When he felt that sudden twitch and the force of your palms against him, he had no other choice but to halt and when he did, he got to witness the waterworks first hand.

that shit was so sexy to him…and with his dick still nestled deep inside nonetheless. You couldn’t ever get rid of him now! Even if you wanted..but that dick was way too good to even consider such a thing.

“Fuck..that’s so hot, baby..you have to do it again..”

he enjoyed it so much in fact, that he made you do it twice now. Squirting: he had heard about it but to experience and make his girl do it hit completely different.

Along with the sound of the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall, pitiful cries and gravelly grunts..as well as the smacking of drenched skin colliding created the atmosphere in the room.

it drove him crazy seeing the soft plumpness of your lower half collide with his toned v-line and abs. Not only that, his heavy, full balls are slapping vehemently against your needy hole.

your eyes practically fighting to stay in the front of your head but the way he was digging in your spot, placing his claim on it..that was impossible! Those fat, thick lips covering the pretty pink insides of your sore little cunt were practically swallowing the sensitive red tip of his dick.

for an inkling of a moment, you manage to raise your hands to his chiseled stomach, trying to get him to pause momentarily.

“..daddy.. ‘s, too much..gotta stop.”

the quiet shrill barely making it out of your mouth after what was probably your third induced orgasm.

unfortunately for you, the pathetic pleading only adds fuel to his ever growing fire of passion. It’s only when he pulls back for a split second do you catch a break but only to examine the aftermath of his work thus far.

suddenly, you hear a chuckle and see him lean down to gently stroke your face. The loving brush is followed by slow, deep tongue kisses that made you clamp up yet again.

“..not gonna happen, darling.”

the sight of those legs trembling uncontrollably, your pudgy stomach splayed in your own cum and your tongue hanging out..he couldn’t help but be proud. For a moment, those rough hands groped your soft, round tits..

that’s when he pushed himself back in and wasted no time stimulating you yet again. Deep, plunging strokes; one right after the next filled your womb and you could feel it in the pit of your tummy as well.

it felt so fucking good!..your legs were as good as useless right now so he doubled back and curled them up himself so he had full reign. Your quivering little spot was getting beat up but in the best way.

it was very overwhelming for him and he didn’t know what to do with himself! As you clutched him tighter, Reiner decided to lightly clutch your throat. He could tell you liked that and it really pushed him further.

his pace was rough; fast, short thrusts and each one stabbing at your center.

“Right there! Fuck..I’m gonna come, baby.. ‘gonna cum so hard for you..”

you better had been able to back that claim up because he was going to hold you to it in a second. Lubing the already saturated folds with his saliva, he’d press his thumb to your clit and massage tiny circles onto the bud.

he hit his final stride and it was if he were trying to put you through the bed! Those heavy grunts became louder as he got directly in your face, cooing for you to come. That sloppy little cunt was barely even containing him at this point..it was slipping out so he knew it was time.

“..you know what I want..do it for me, baby..squirt all over this fucking cock.”

after only a couple more aiding strokes, he’d massage that clit rapidly and bring you to your peak shortly after. Your breath caught for a moment before releasing a loud cry along with a stream of sweet arousal.

“Oh God! Yes, I’m coming! I’m fucking coming..”

just as he desired, that sticky rain splattered everywhere in the line of fire. The sight was one to behold. And from the position you were folded up in, some even managed to catch your face and abdomen.

when you finally spilled your last drop, it was as if you flatlined and fainted; only slightly twitching afterwards. Reiner was utterly impressed and at a lost for words. Watching you do that broke him and he’d jerk himself in his palm; spilling a warm, gooey nut onto your thighs and stomach simultaneously.

that was game over for the both of you and he’d fall by your side to revel in the afterglow.

“..hey, look at me.” he’d beckon with a finger underneath your chin. He’d lightly tap the side of your cheek to bring you back to consciousness and when he did, your eyes would meet.

it amazed him how you managed to look so beautiful even in the most vulnerable moments. Bringing your face closer, Reiner slid his tongue into your mouth and you’d make out passionately.

“You did so fucking good, cupcake..that’s my good girl..”

cooing softly in a whisper that made you feel so babied.

for now, you couldn’t move a muscle. Your body and mind were stuck in that place of blissful ecstasy neither of you wanted to come out of.

the sheets, each other’s skin..all soaked in that beautiful mess you made. He was officially hooked on you now and there was no way he’d ever give this up.

this amazing gift was all for him and no one else..forever and always.

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