it’s interesting how so many nonblack women adopt black womens mannerisms and style as a form of self empowerment and expression and then give absolutely nothing back or even acknowledge it lmao
Janet Jackson’s billboard promoting her 1997 Velvet Rope Tour. It had to be removed because it was too distracting for drivers and resulted in a few accidents.
Guys I need your help; I havent fleshed it out but I wanna know y’all’s opinion. Do you like or nahhhh, I haven’t written anything in so longgg lol. If you have any tips or any ideas lemme know!! 💋💋🥺
want to have my pussy checked many times a day... being told to spread my legs and pull my panties to the side... having my clit rubbed if I'm not wet enough, maybe fingered for a bit until it's enough to make my panties sticky and having to go back to my routine... no matter where I am or what I'm doing, just want to have my pussy touched...
hi kai kai!!!! stopping by your asks box to ask you if you could whip up some headcannons f’me.. i’m in NEEED of mommy!beyonce x sub!reader x daddy!rihanna. it can be wtv scenarios you want, maybe showing their day to day life with the dynamic between the three of them yk? i neeeed this
hi honey! yes i can! reblogs, comments and likes are very appreciated:)
𖥻 ׁ ׅ WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO DO?! ׁ ׅ
MOMMY!BEYONCE X DADDY!RIHANNA headcanons .ᐟ
MOMMY!BEYONCE X DADDY!RIHANNA.. who always wake up together before you.
their mornings always start the exact same way.
beyonce is usually the first one awake, quietly slipping out of bed while making sure neither you nor rihanna stirs. she’ll disappear into the bathroom, finish her morning routine then head downstairs to start breakfast with soft music playing through the built in speakers.
rihanna doesn’t get out of bed right away.
instead, she lazily reaches across the mattress until her hand lands on your waist, pulling you closer to her chest while she’s still half asleep.
when bey eventually comes back upstairs, she can’t help smiling at the sight.
“rih!”
“hmm?”
“you stole my baby!”
rihanna cracks one eye open before smirking. “our baby.”
without another word, beyoncé climbs back into bed on your other side, gently brushing your curls away from your face while rihanna keeps one arm lazily wrapped around your waist.
between the two of them, you’re practically trapped; not that you’d ever complain.
MOMMY!BEYONCE X DADDY!RIHANNA.. who take turns picking your outfit for the day depending on whatever plans the three of you have!
if it’s bey’s turn, you’re walking out of the house looking effortlessly elegant. she loves outfits that make you look like you belong beside her without trying too hard. she’ll quietly admire you with the proudest smile.
if rih’s picking, the outfit instantly is more bold. she gravitates toward pieces that flatter your bodg like a leather jacket thrown over your shoulders or accessories you’d never think to wear yourself. she’ll step back, tilt her head, then make one last adjustment before giving your butt a little pat.
“there.”
beyonce smiles as she looks you over. “beautiful.”
rihanna wraps an arm around your waist with a grin. “always.”
MOMMY!BEYONCE X DADDY!RIHANNA.. who fill your day with little reminders that they’re thinking about you.
your phone is never quiet for very long. bey’s messages are always the sweetest.
“have you eaten yet, angel?”
“don’t forget your water.”
“hope you’re having a good day. i’m proud of you.”
she always seems to know exactly when you need a little encouragement, somehow texting at the perfect moment every single time.
rihanna’s texts are… different.
“you better not be skipping lunch.”
“don’t make me come find you (name)!”
“be ready when you get home. i got sum plans for us tonight.”
when you tease her for being too controlling, she sends back a single laughing emoji.
“somebody gotta keep you in line.”
MOMMY!BEYONCE X DADDY!RIHANNA.. who finally let you cum after edging you for what felt like hours.
rihanna fucked you with her fingers twisting against that spot while bey sat on your mouth riding your tongue. your whole body shook, it was trapped under them as they praised how pretty you looked falling apart for them.
you came so hard it left you gasping and dripping everywhere; their hands never stopping the filthy praise.
MOMMY!BEYONCE X DADDY!RIHANNA.. who loved flipping you onto all fours without warning…!
so, bey could slide her strap into your soaked pussy from behind. she gripped your hips and pounded, making you wail. “i-i- fuckkkkk… mommy please!”
while rihanna knelt in front feeding you her dick until your throat bulged. spit ran down your chin as they used both your holes. you felt so full and used, it made your eyes water but you sucked harder loving how they claimed every part of you.
bey bey 🍒 : you doing alright baby? i will be home soon.
you: i am so fucking needy right now... it has been two months since i’ve cummed properly. please mama…?
she called faster than you expected. the facetime call lit up your screen and you picked up without hesitation. bey was biting her lip while she stared.
you could tell her panties were definitely wet from the way she shifted in her seat and let out a low breath.
“show momma how needy you are right now.” she said.
you didn’t waste time.
you headed straight to the bathroom and set the phone up on the counter so she had a clear view. you spread your legs and dipped two fingers between your folds feeling just how sticky and swollen your pussy had gotten from all that fucking waiting.
the wetness coated your fingers.
you rubbed slow circles around your clit then pushed inside drawing out more of that mess.
bey watched without blinking, her eyes locked on your every move. you scooped up some of the stickiness and smeared it across your tits, making them glisten. your nipples hardened fast as you pinched and pulled at them then you leaned forward and spit right on your tits, watching the saliva mix with your juices and run down.
you rubbed it all in moaning softly while your other hand was still in your pussy.
“fuck, look at you… such a slut.” bey muttered, her lip still caught between her teeth. “that pussy is dripping for me. keep going baby. show me everything.”
you added another finger stretching yourself while your hips rocked forward. you could hear her breathing change on the other end like she was fighting not to touch herself right there.
“ugh… mama this is all for you…” you gasped out as your body started to shake. “this pussy all yours. i wish you could feel and taste me right now.”
the words pushed you over. you came hard with a broken cry, your pussy clenching around your fingers while cream spilled out.
“shit. stay yo ass right there she said her voice rough and decided. i’m on my way!”
can you write experienced fdom bey x inexperienced fsub reader smut. like on some rocket/desert eagle vibes??🤓
𐚁 rock steady.
after dating your girlfriend for a year, you feel confident about taking your relationship to the next level, but having no prior experience leaves you feeling insecure, and when you admit your worries to her, beyoncé guides you through it and reassures you that you will always be her best girl.
pairing / ceo!beyoncé x f!reader
warnings / age gap (R 23 / B 36). pre-established relationship. comfort/fluff. soft!dom!bey. virgin!f!reader. first times. soft sex. fingering (r receiving). oral (r receiving). squirting. mommy kink (who am i without adding this to everything i write). after care.
word count / 3.3K
note / my first request!!1!!11! thank you so much, i hope you liked it :) lmk if there are any mistakes, its proofread but i might have missed out 😥
bey: arriving in five.
You did a quick once over at yourself in the mirror before putting on your red Prada pumps— a birthday gift from your girlfriend.
You met Beyoncé by chance at one of your networking events in college, she was looking to invest in some start ups when you bumped into her.
You were in your final year and running on energy drinks and maybe a few hours of sleep when you actually bumped into her, making her drop her phone and crack the screen.
When you realized what you had done, you almost cried right then and there, explaining to her how sorry you were and that you were a broke college student who couldn't afford a new phone, or get her screen replaced.
She forgave you instantly and helped you calm down, but you still felt bad and offered her the one thing you could, coffee.
And to your surprise, she agreed!
She gave you her number and told you she'll text you when she was free, but by the time she reached out, you were already across the state visiting your parents for the semester break.
You decided to reschedule once you were back but when you returned, she was across the country for her work. The two of you grew closer through texts, and later, video calls. And when you finally got her the coffee you promised weeks ago? She paid for it and asked you take her somewhere else another time where she'd allow you to pay.
She never did.
Beyoncé asked you to be her girlfriend after your fifth outing together. Of course, you said yes immediately and since then it's been you and her.
That was a year ago, and today happened to be your one year anniversary. A lot had happened over the year, from meeting the love of your life, to graduating, moving into an apartment (which she bought for you as a graduation gift) and landing your first ever job, and getting your first paycheck!
Which you were about to spend on your girlfriend.
It's something you've been wanting to do ever since your first date. Beyoncé's love language was gift giving and while you appreciated it, you still wanted to do something for her to show how much you appreciated her for turning your life upside down in the best way possible.
While you couldn't give her all the extravagant things she gifted you, you had started saving up shortly after graduating and after getting your paycheck, you had enough for your plan.
You started her day with a spa treatment, she was apprehensive at first, but you begged her to let you do it, and you used her weakness (you) to your advantage. Then, you sent flowers to her office, and got her lunch.
But the real highlight of your anniversary gift to her was the dinner. There was a diner that she raved about to you a few months back that you booked reservations for a week ago. And after the dinner, you planned on going back to your place and finally crossing the finish line of intimacy with her.
You weren't a prude by any means, but sex was a topic you had very little information on and experience. It was a bit embarrassing when you were in college when everybody was fucking like there was no tomorrow, but you accepted that it was not something you wanted to do with just anybody.
Even though your partners never saw it that way.
But Beyoncé was different. She didn't pretend there was a deadline for you to do it with her, instead every time the two of you got carried away, she'd always pull away and check on you, making sure you were comfortable. That gesture itself meant a lot more to you than she knew. So for your one year anniversary with her, you wanted to go all the way with her.
You had been building your confidence for a while, but knowing she's had experience bothered you more than you liked to admit. What if you were bad in bed? Or what if she thought you were boring?
The voices in your head chipped away at the little confidence you had, but you trusted and loved her enough to at least attempt it. You had prepared a big speech for her, to let her know that you loved her, trusted her and wanted to surrender yourself completely to her.
The doorbell rang and you rushed to the front door, heart beating excitedly. "Bey!" You threw your arms around her the moment you opened the door.
The older woman caught you laughing. "Baby!"
She peeled you off of her just enough to get a look at your face, "You look beautiful." She said, leaning into kiss you, an action you reciprocated eagerly.
You melted into her arms. It's been a while since you saw her, exactly three weeks since she was so busy with work but she was able to take some time off to come celebrate your relationship milestone together.
She pulled away mumbling about how she should stop before she got carried away. You giggle, "You look so pretty," you cup her cheek.
"All thanks to you, baby." She pressed a kiss to your wrist and smiled. "Ready to go?"
You nodded. "Yup!" Popping the p.
You were beyond excited when you got into her car, the plan was going so far so good. She updated you about her business and all the things she did in her trip and you told her about your new job and how much you loved it.
She would stop at each red light to pull you into short make out sessions which ended up with her getting honked at by other cars and the two of you laughing about it.
When you finally made it to the restaurant, somewhere tucked deep in New York, she mentioned the place to you in passing once. But you made sure to remember the spot.
The valet took her car, and you walked hand in hand to establishment. The waiter escorted you to your balcony seats and she was all smiles as she sat down.
"I'm very impressed that you remembered this place," she said, smiling warmly at you.
You shied away from her gaze. "I've been planning this for a while now," you confessed, intertwining your fingers with hers on the table.
She smiled, giving you a squeeze. "Thank you, baby. I appreciate it."
You return the smile and the two of you eased into conversation until the food came. Beyoncé got herself a bottle of red wine and she let you sneak sips from her glass. When the dinner ended, she did try and pay for the bill, but you didn’t let her. You left a generous tip for your server and left the restaurant in high spirits with your girl in tow, the wine slowly taking its effect on her.
"I think I should drive," you said, making her laugh.
"Girl."
She opened the passenger seat for you and motioned for you to get in. When she got in the car, she leaned across the console to pull you into a kiss.
"You're so pretty," she whispered, pressing kisses on the side of your face. You flushed, "Bey," you half heartedly push her off. "Let's go back to my place."
She gave you a small pout, "One more," she leaned closer. "Please, baby. One more."
You huffed playfully, already knowing she was going to take more than one. Beyoncé's lips met you in slowly, she sighed against the and placed her hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer to her.
You moan lightly when she pressed her teeth down on your bottom lip. Before you got too excited, you pulled away, she looked at you dazed.
"One more," she said, her voice soft.
"No," you shake your head.
She groans and turns away. "Fine."
You giggled at her antics, and leaned forward to peck her cheek. "If you get us home in one piece, I'll let you have as many as you like."
She turned to look at you with a huge smile. "You promise?"
"I promise."
•
Beyoncé was on you the moment you both stepped inside your apartment. Her hands pulled you by your waist and she wasted no time in kissing you.
"I missed you so much, my love," she whispered, her hands rubbing your bottom. You flush against her, biting your lips. As much as you wanted to tell her, you couldn't find words in the moment, so you pulled her back into another kiss.
She moaned and pushed you against the wall. Her hand cradled the back to your head, and she soon moved lower to your neck. You titled your head to the side, giving her more access.
Your hands held her waist loosely and she slid a strap of your dress to pepper kisses along your shoulder.
"I got you this dress?" She asked, holding the satin between her long fingers. She looked down at you fondly.
"Mhm," you nodded and trailed your arms up to hook around her neck.
She exhaled, a happy smile on her face. "You look so gorgeous. I couldn't keep my eyes off you the entire night."
"I noticed," you chuckled and she rested her forehead against yours.
"Are you tired?"
You shifted on your feet. "No... the nights still young."
She gave you a look. "That it is."
"Movie?"
"Bedroom?"
You both stared at each other startled before she broke out into laughter. "I thought you weren't tired?"
Your heart thumped in your chest, not daring to meet her gaze. "I..." you said, voice meek and shaky.
You feel her arms tighten around you. "Is everything okay, darlin'?" She asked, noticing your timidness.
You cleared your throat. "I want... to kiss you more?" You cringed at the words that came out of your mouth. Why couldn't you just say it? Everything you had practiced had disappeared when the moment came. It was so frustrating.
"You sure?" She asked.
You nodded and gave her a shy smile. She surprised you by picking you up with her hands under your thighs. You squealed and held her tight as she led you into your room, and laid you on your bed.
She let you lead with the kiss, her body melting in your arms as you dragged your lips beneath her jaw, and gave her small bites around her throat.
Beyoncé sighed softly, her hands grabbed your face and pecked you once, and then twice and then again.
"How about we watch that movie now?" She asked.
You swallowed dryly. "Bey I want to tell you something." She sat up at your words and gave you a concerned look. "What is it, baby?"
You sighed, folding your hands on your thighs. "It's really important... and I've been thinking about it for a while and," you trail off and gauge her reaction. She gives you a nod and you continued, "I really wanted today to be perfect because you're always looking after me and I wanted to make you feel as appreciated as you make me feel."
Her gaze softened and your words and she took your hand in hers.
"And," you squeeze her hand. "I love you."
Beyoncé broke into a huge smile. "I love you too baby," she whispered, lifting your hand to kiss your knuckles.
You smiled at that, it was going much smoother than you expected.
"That's why I want you to be... my first."
Her jaw dropped in surprise. "Seriously?!" She exclaimed, practically jumping closer to you.
Your shoulders dropped in relief at her excitement and you gave her a nod, making her smile grow wider. "Baby, I'm so glad you feel comfortable with me," She slides her hand up your thighs, a sultry smile on her face. "You have no idea how much I've been holding back."
You gasp nervously and grab her shoulders. "I want to take it slow," you admit. The woman gave you a nod. "I can do that, baby." She gave you a kiss on the cheek and then cupped your face.
"Listen to me carefully," she said. "If you feel like this is too much or feel uncomfortable, you have to tell me alright?"
"Okay."
"Do you know what a safe word is?" She asked, stroking your face lightly.
"Kind of?" You answered honestly, the word was familiar but you weren't too sure about your knowledge on it.
"A safe word, to put it simply, is used when you feel overwhelmed. When the word is said, we immediately stop. Usually it's used when we're doing something a bit more extreme, but you use it if you want me to stop or check in, okay?"
You nod, feeling warm all over as she explained the term to you. "Okay."
"What do you want the safe word to be?"
You think about it for a minute. "Coffee," you said with a grin.
She laughed, "Okay, coffee. But if you can't speak, you have to tap me anywhere on my body three times. One tap means okay, two means check in and three means stop. Similarly there is a traffic light system which is pretty straightforward, green means go, yellow means wait and red means stop."
You sat there silent taking in all the information she had just given you.
"Hey," she said, holding your face. "Talk to me, it's okay if we don't have sex now, baby. I don't want to overwhelm you. We can always try another day."
You shook your head instantly. "No! I wanna try, it's just I had no idea sex could mean so much. My exes they—" You stop immediately, you shouldn't be talking about your exes in front of your current girlfriend.
"Sorry," you mumble. "I guess I've been made to feel like sex is an obligation and if I don't do it then you'll just find somebody else— but I know you won't do that!"
"That's okay baby." She assured. "I'm sorry if your past partners made you feel uncomfortable, but trust me, I would rather you be comfortable and willing instead of feeling obligated and I would never disrespect you like that."
You gave her a small smile. "I know, and that's why I want you to have me. All of me," you whispered, making her face warm.
The two of you leaned into a gentle kiss. Beyoncé laid you down on the bed and straddled you, her hand running over your upper body. You gasped as she cupped your breasts, groping them as she kept kissing you.
You could feel yourself getting wetter as she continued. Her tongue trailing your jaw and dipping down to your neck. She had already pulled both of your straps down to your shoulders. "Can I take this off?" She asked, holding the flimsy material with the tip of her fingers.
You give her an okay and she removed the dress down to your waist, exposing your breasts to the cold air— and her. You looked away shyly, this being the first you were bare in front of her.
Beyoncé looked down at you practically salivating. "You're perfect," her words made your face grow hot. "But no bra?" She asked, her index finger circled your areola making your body jolt.
"You're very tempting." She said, more to herself before taking your nipple into her mouth. The sensation was everything. Your body arched lightly and your lips parted in pleasure.
She switched to your other breast and then went lower till she removed your dress entirely, leaving you in your lace underwear.
"I want you to take these off for me." She leaned back on the bed, her hands behind her. You tug the fabric off and her eyes trail all the way down to the mess between your legs, her lips curled into a satisfied grin.
"Good girl." The praise sent shivers down your spine and you watched as she settled herself between your legs. Her hands parted your thighs, you gasped as she made you spread wide for her.
"You're so beautiful," she pressed a kiss against your inner thigh while her hands rubbed up and down your other. "You okay?" She asked, glancing up at you.
The sight did something to you. Her face was so close your centre, eyes glazed and her cheeks warm. She was so attractive, you bit your lips and gave her a nod.
"Mhm," your voice came out shaky.
Beyoncé mouth practically swallowed you whole, her tongue flattening over your wet lips. You let out a scream, your hand flying to her head.
She looks up at you, sucking on your clit. "I could eat you forever," she mumbled. You were a mess on the bed, your fingers gripped her hair tightly.
"Bey!" You gasped as she buried her face between your thighs, moaning in between as she ate you out. "I— It feels good!" Your breath hitches as she slips one finger inside of you.
"Ohfuck!" You writhe in the bed as she kept moving her mouth against you with one fingers slowly pushing you open and once she was in, she began fucking you slowly.
You whined as she pressed a thumb on your clit while she gave your clit tiny kitten licks. “M-Mommy ‘so good!” You cried, grinding against her face.
The name caused the woman below you to fasten her pace. “That’s it, taking it so well.” Her voice vibrated on your core, making you see stars.
Your body felt way too hot and you felt your stomach tighten. It felt weird and ticklish. You didn’t want her to stop either.
“Fuckkkkk.” You gasped when she started thrusting into you faster. The room filling with wet sounds from your pussy and your moans.
"I think I'm gon— gonna pee!"
“Yeah? Give it to mommy,” she added another finger and curled all three inside you, hitting that spot that made you writhe in pleasure.
“Wha- the fuckkk!” You cried, your hands flying behind your head to grip a pillow as you felt something wet spray out of you. You clenched your eyes shut as you spasmed on the bed, the sheets under you getting damp.
Beyoncé moaned, her eyes now directly looking up at you as she worked her mouth.
"Open your eyes baby," she mumbled, her tongue swirling around your clit, fingers still going in and out you. "Come on open 'em for mommy."
You fell apart screaming her name. Your body shook as your climax washed over you, your ears were ringing and Beyoncé curled her finger inside you making you cry. She encouraged you through the entire thing, her hand stroking your thigh urging you let it all out for her.
"Mommy did you so good, huh?" She chuckled, watching you pant on the bed. She licked you clean.
You were in a daze after you came, her tongue slurped your juices up, making you whine.
"You okay?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
You gave her a weak yes, still recovering from the mind blowing orgasm she gave you.
"What's your color?" She asked.
"Yellow." You said, "Can I get some water?" You weakly got up.
"Yeah, wait a second," Beyoncé exited the room and you leaned against the headboard. You never knew it could feel this good. Whenever your friends talked about their sex lives you always wondered if they were exaggerating or not, but now you knew.
You were so lucky to have Beyoncé, she was so good to you. She came back with a glass of water and handed it to you. Her hand rubbed over your knee gently as you drank.
“Feelin’ okay?” She asked once you put the cup down.
“Yeah, I think so.” Your thighs felt weak, “Is it normal to feel so tired after?” You asked, feeling a yawn form.
Beyoncé chuckled lightly, “Mhm, that’s perfectly fine. But we have to clean up, baby. You made a mess.” She teased.
“Stop,” you groaned weakly.
Beyoncé helped you up and led you to the bathroom. She made you pee first and then picked you up and put you on the sink counter.
She smirked. “Squirting first time, that’s surprising.”
“It felt like I was actually going to pee.” You mumbled, a bit embarrassed.
“Technically…” she said, dragging the word out with a teasing smile, making you roll your eyes. The two of you brushed your teeth once she was done cleaning you up and then she carried you back to the room.
“How do you feel?” She asked while changing the sheets.
“Good… sleepy.” Which made the older woman laugh.
The two of you were soon cuddled together in your bed.
“But I feel bad,” you confessed. Even though today was supposed to be meant for her, she ended up taking care of you. “I wanted to make you feel good too.”
“That’s alright,” she rubbed your back. “I feel good when I make you feel good. Today was great, baby. Thank you,” she kissed your temple.
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