mimi

kind of slow updates

[bigyonkasgf]

hii, my name is mimi and welcome to my cloud !!

⋆.˚ ABOUT MIMI⋆˚࿔ she/her, nyc, bi, woc

⋆.˚ MY FAVS ⋆˚࿔ beyoncé, ariana grande, aaliyah, billie eilish, the weeknd, rihanna, solange, doja cat, megan thee stallion

⋆.˚MY INTERESTS ⋆˚࿔ video games i love a good play through, drawing, anything that is visually pleasing like mood boards and cohesive photos

⋆.˚MY REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN !! ⋆˚࿔

⋆.˚MASTERLIST HERE !!

you guys can also follow my mood board account on ig @spamimaca ‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

[bigyonkasgf]

poems in the library

i wrote this in the spur of the moment, it took me maybe 45 minutes so pls excuse any grammatical errors. i really wanted to write for solo bc she’s so cool and so pretty anyway hope u enjoy !!

ship: solange x reader

word count: 934

tw: fingering, public sex, these heifers are in a library😭😭, degradation, name calling, squirting.

solange had been your bully since the 8th grade, it was now the end of 12th and the bullying continued.

you tried to keep it all under wraps, not because you were embarrassed or anything, but because you didnt want someone as beautiful as solange getting in trouble.

in the middle of your sophomore school year you noticed that when solange came around you started to get butterflies in your stomach instead of dread.

she was so gorgeous, her plump lips, her smile you barely got to see, her beautiful eyes, the list could really go on.

you spent most of your nights with your hand in your panties while holding up a stolen yearbook picture of her.

one of your hands was fondling with your sensitive breasts while the other one curled inside you.

“s-solange…” you would moan would wished it was her fingers you were cumming all over and not your own.

she was truly a bitch to you, she’d steal your completed homework, call you nasty and degrading names (it was starting to get hard trying to hide the fact that when she called you those names your clit throbbed in your already soaked panties), hide your book bag.

you’d stare at her as she walked by in the halls, admiring her beauty. your crush even got so serious that you began to write poetry about solange.

people that sat around you in class noticed your writing passionately, they would take a peak and be shocked when they see solanges name.

word traveled quickly and it soon got back to solange that you were writing about her.

it all came to a head when you were alone studying in the library, school had ended hours ago but you had a big test the next day to study for.

you were surprised when someone pulled a chair out next to yours, even more surprised when you looked up and saw solange.

“i-uhm-“ you were so shocked.

“what are you doing” she questioned blankly.

“uh— s-studying, i have uh um test tomorrow in b-bio”

solange nodded, clearly not caring, she crossed her arms, “what have you been writing about me?”

you felt your stomach drop, you couldn’t even open your mouth to say anything, it was like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.

“i-i don’t write about you—i don’t even-i don’t even know where this is coming from” you could barely get a sentence out without stuttering.

solange just started at you with a annoyed look, she glanced down to you jumbled pile of papers that laid on the desk.

she picked up a piece of loose leaf, “so what’s this?”

you gasped, trying to swipe the paper out of her hands but she stood up and backed away with the paper in her hands, reading it with serious concentration.

“her eyes remind me of chocolate, so deep and roomy, i wish i could keep her in my pocket, oh so close to me”

a/n: now yall can’t say i didn’t cook w ts

your face immediately grew hot, you were so embarrassed.

solange chuckled, “y’know, i always thought you were a weirdo but this really takes the cake”

you shook as you stood, watching her next move like a hawk.

“you’re really fucking disgusting, d’y’know that?”

solange got in your face, hers was only a few inches from yours.

“you’re fucking gross”

you could feel her breathe on your lips, “u-uhm”

solange stood between your legs as you sat on the library table, your legs were spread for her.

your lips met hers in a passionate embrace, her tongue pressed against yours, mixed with the stimulation between your legs, you let out a desperate moan.

your skirt was hauled up, your panties were somewhere on the floor.

“shut the fuck up” solange huffed against your lips, ”your gonna get us caught”

her middle and index finger thrusted in and out of you, her delicate fingers curled up against your spot.

you bit your lip and threw your head back, you had to attempt and restrain yourself.

“this turning you on huh? getting fucked in a library?” solange shook her head, “ your such a fucking freak”

she slammed her fingers as deep as they could go, curling them up and grinding the base of her palm against your puffy clit.

you covered your mouth with your hand as your g spot was abused.

“s-solo, ‘m so fuckin’ close” you managed to quietly moan out.

solanges eyebrows furrowed, “do not call me that, i don’t like you”

she hammered her fingers in and out faster, her free hand palming your breasts through your top.

your legs began to shake as your orgasm began to rush over you.

your eyes crossed and your legs closed around solanges hand.

you finally squirted all over solanges hand, your release drenching your skirt and her hand.

solange pulled her hand away from in between your legs, you closed your legs, pushing your thighs together in an attempt to calm the throbbing sensation.

solange scoffed at your pathetic appearance, “clean all this shit up” she mumbled as she shook her hand in the air, trying to dry it off.

she took another look at the scene, your shaking figure on the table, your soaked panties on the floor, your papers spread out all over the place.

all she could do was shake her head before she began to walk away, “you’re such a slut..”

though solange would be lying if she said the way you moaned didn’t make her feel some type of way…

okii, this was really fun to write, it’s kind of short tho😭✌️. i think i might start writing shorter fanfics than longer ones, idk yet.

[2onbey]

𝜗𝜚 sugarbaby!beyoncé headcanons

content ◟ EXPLICIT ! age gap (B 22 / R 34). secret relationship. spoiled!bey. implied public sex. soft!top!reader. brat!bottom!bey. jealous!bey. edging. spanking. strap-on (bey receiving). angst in the end (sorry lol).

note / i wanna write more for this trope… we will see. this is NOT proofread btw so excuse the mistakes🥲

sugarbaby!beyoncé who loves it when you spoil her even though she had your credit card and your permission to use it whenever she wanted, she loved being taken on shopping sprees by you just so she can watch you slowly lose control as she modeled different outfits for you and she loved putting on innocent front while doing it knowing that it drove you crazy! her cute and innocent outfits would slowly become more and more revealing until they barely left nothing for imagination.

“you don’t think it’s too revealing right?” she would ask while turning around for you, the mini skirt she had on barely covering her ass.

“a little bit baby, but it’s ok, you look perfect.” your voice was low and all you could do was look at the tiny fabric of her pink thong peeking out.

“really?” she asked, flipping the skirt up so you can see her thong clearly. “you don’t mind me wearing this do you?”

you gave her a nervous smile. trying to not jump on her in the fitting room when the worker was standing right outside.

she walked over to you, a coy smile on her lips. “i’ll wear this for you the next time you drop by the studio. or do you want me to skip this?” she hooked her fingers under the sides of her thong and pulled them off.

“that way i’ll be ready for you.”

you broke immediately. pushing her against the mirror and hiking her thighs up your waist. she immediately wrapped her legs around you, giggling as you pushed your front between her legs. the strap you had on nudged her clit through your pants.

“can you be quiet for me?” you asked, unzipping your pants.

“mhm,” she nodded, shaking in anticipation.

when she finally exited the room, her legs shook as she walked out and she refused to meet at the worker’s face as she handed her all the clothes she selected. once she was done, you simply slid a few bills into the woman’s hand, who nodded in a silent agreement.

sugarbaby!beyoncé who loves it when you fuck her with your strap. she loved it when you stretched her open, the veins on it would rub against her wall so sweetly as you bullied your way in. she loved how you’d whisper praises into her ear as you finally bottomed out inside her. all she could think about was how full she was. your cock settling deep inside her and you would trace the barely there bulge on her lower stomach.

“feel that baby?” you cooed. “i’m right here.” she moaned as you pressed down on it. “baby… you’re so deep in me,” she sighed in awe.

but what she loved the most was how rough you fucked her after she pushed your buttons just enough for you to drag her into your car or office or wherever the two of you wouldn’t be caught and put her in her place. usually you were so gentle and sweet with her but whenever she got on your nerve… she was in for a wild night.

“how many fuckin’ times do i have to tell you, huh?” your hand was wrapped around her throat m, squeezing the sides as you practically fucked her into the wall. “don’t interrupt me when i’m working.” your hand left her throat to smack her cheek, her cunt pulsed at the impact and she whimpered as you grabbed her jaw. her unfocused eyes found yours, “but you are a needy little thing, aren’t you?” smack. she nodded rapidly, her walls were squeezing your dick so good. the silicone drilled into her at an unforgiving pace.

“answer me!”

she moaned. the sound loud and echoing through the empty bathroom. she was so wet, she could hear it. “i- hah fuck.” her head dropped. her mouth couldn’t form any words, all she could do was cry as you bullied her pussy. “i’m not letting you cum without giving me a proper apology.”

she didn’t get to cum that day. you cleaned her up and told her to get her act right before leaving for your other meeting. and she had to go to her rehearsal on shaky knees, not that she lasted long. she told her choreographer to leave after 15 minutes and practically rushed back to her room to do something she knew would tick you off, but at least you’d be with her and not in front of your stupid laptop ‘working’.

sugarbaby!beyoncé who hates it when you ignore her when she first started ‘dating’ you, beyoncé didn’t expect herself to get so attached to you. but after a while— which actually was the first two months she found herself falling hard. and then she did. her days began with you and ended with you and when you weren’t there, all she could think about was you. she knew you were busy and that you were, even though you admitted you weren’t, a workaholic.

and she hated it.

often times she found herself wanting to throw that laptop away and rip the phone from your hands. but she had a better and much more effective idea than them. it started with little texts, a cute ‘hey, miss you :((’ to ‘guess what i’m wearing ;)’ the latter always got your attention faster. and once she figured it out, she was unstoppable.

you were sat in a meeting in your office, bored as hell as a new employee poorly presented his work. your phone buzzed thrice, making you turn your head.

bb 🐝 sent 3 attachments.

curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to open it and see what your girl was up to, only to slam it back down on the once you saw what exactly she had sent. your assistant gave you a confused look, so did the others, and the poor guy in front of you paled. you sat in the room uncomfortably turned on.

another buzz but this time your phone kept vibrating. fuck. you cursed mentally and cleared your throat. “everybody out. i have to get this.” all of your workers shuffled out one by one and you called her back.

she picked up instantly. “hey, b-baby,” she stammered from the other end. you inhaled sharply. you knew what was going on.“hear that?” she giggled as if she read your mind. “you hear how wet i am for you?” she asked, her voice cracking. “come home.”

you groaned as she turned on her video. the camera was angled below her, showing you her glistening pussy. beyoncé’s fingers were moving in and out. and she was shakily moaning, using her other hand to play with her breasts. “i need you. please, baby.” she cried, widening her legs for you. “come to me.”

sugarbaby!beyoncé who hates seeing you around other girls she knew the relationship she had with you had to be hidden. being a global sensation had its consequences, she couldn’t risk her career by dating an investor in her label. people would start claiming she slept her way to the top, but that didn’t stop her from getting jealous when she saw the receptionist try too hard in front of you. giggling too loudly, flirting, accidentally brushing her hand against yours as she handed you the paper… each action made her sick. and you were always too nice to her. complimenting her back as if you didn’t see her standing right there. the rest of the day she’d sulk and ignore you till you got tired of her act and pulled her into an isolated room. on one hand she was mad at you, and on the other, it turned her on so much when you got mad at her that by the time you had her over your lap, she’d be a soaking mess.

“you understand why i’m doing this right, baby?” the thwack of your hand echoed around the room as it came down sharply on her ass. her body jerked, her thighs flexing as you soothed the pain before delivering another one with same precision on her other cheek. “hm?”

“yessss,” she hissed at the sharp sting. her pussy was a mess and she knew you knew it. “pl-please i’m sorry.” she cried as you spanked her twice.

“yeah? and why is that?” you gently rubbed over her bruised skin.

“cause,” she hiccuped. “i didn’t like that you were talking to her,” she explained through sobs. your hand went down to her dripping centre, finding her clit and began rubbing it so slowly that it made her whine and buck her hips.

“is that so? you smiled, teasing her entrance with two fingers.

she nodded, “sh- she likes you and you kept entertaining her in front of me,” you could hear the pout in her voice. “aww,” you cooed, withdrawing your fingers from her puffy pussy, earning another whine from the younger woman. “you know i don’t have eyes for anyone but you, right?”

“uh-huh,” she whimpered and you parted her legs, getting a good view of the mess she made on your lap. “then you ignored me,” you reminded her. “i’m not fond of bad girls. are you a bad girl, beyoncé?”

her head shook instantly. “no! no i‘m not!” she babbled. you chuckled darkly. “i know that, baby. i know,” you rubbed her back. “but you love acting like one and i need to remind you what happens to bad girls, okay?”

sugarbaby!beyoncé who tries to get back at you only to end up hurt when you don’t react the way she wanted you to you weren’t picking up her calls and you weren’t reading her messages. she chucked her phone at the wall, and wiped the tears of panic that escaped her eyes. regret washed over her like a tsunami. she went too far. she fucked it all up. she grabbed her phone off the floor, the screen was cracked but she dialed your number again.

“pick up. pick up.” she muttered under breath.

“the number you have called—” she dropped it with a groan that soon turned into a sob. she wanted to explain to you that the kiss meant nothing to her. it was a mistake.

suddenly her phone rang and she jumped to pick it up “hello?” she whispered, her tears evident in the shake of her voice.

“it’s me,” you said, the usual warmth in your voice was gone, replaced by an almost bored tone as if you were speaking to someone unimportant. “i saw your message—”

“i didn’t mean it!” she sobbed into the phone. “i- it was a stupid mistake. please don’t be mad at me. please.”

“please say something, y/n. please,” she cried as you remained silent on the other end.

you sighed. “i don’t want to play your dumb games, beyoncé. i’m not going to mess around with insecure little girls so it’s best if we stop talking.”

her heart shattered. “wh-what?! no… no i don’t- i don’t want us to break up. please!” she sobbed. “please, baby.”

“you disrespected me on tv even if nobody knows about us, how do you think i felt when he grabbed you like that? when you let him kiss you?! and all this for what?” she could feel your frustration through the phone. “because other women talk to me? because i smile ‘too much’ at them?! i’ve told you countless times that i am not looking for some fling with you, that it’s serious for me but tonight… tonight you’ve proved to me that you don’t take me seriously nor do you take ‘us’ seriously.”

she cried into her hand. “please. i- i can’t without you. i’m sorry i won’t do it ever again. y/n. please!” her hands trembled.

“i don’t know. but right now, i don’t even want to see your face.” you hung up the phone and she keeled over. a sob ripping from her throat.

what had she done?

© 2ONBEY 2026.

[bigyonkasgf]

ugh hayden you fucked the city up with this one💔💔

[bigyonkasgf]

proper punishment

okii, this is my second time writing smut, i’m kind of proud of this but at the same time i don’t like it😭😭 as always comments, likes and reblogs are so so soo appreciated. any criticism of what i should add and/or take out is appreciated as well, i hope you enjoy this !!

ship: beyoncé x reader

word count: 3.3k

tw: lots of smut, like lots of it, spanking, mommy kink, use of good girl, impregnation mention, spitting, mention of ass play (kinda), fingering, face sitting, deep throating, strap sucking, i’m probably missing some but oh well.

you groaned as your thighs clenched around beyoncé’s head, you wanted nothing more than to grip her but the restraints on your hands prevented that.

you had been a bitch to beyoncé the whole day, giving her attitude and dirty looks the whole day for no reason.

beyoncé had enough of it and decided you needed to be punished. that led to your position now, your hands tied to the bed post.

beyoncé sucked and licked on your swollen clit as her two delicate fingers curled in your gushy pussy.

your thighs clamped around her head and her hand as your orgasm quickly approached.

just as quickly as the euphoric feeling came, it was snatched away, you whined loudly as beyoncé sat back on her knees.

“ughh bey, baby i was so close please-“

you were cut off by beyoncés stern and serious tone “girls with attitudes don’t get to cum”

you threw your head back and groaned, “it’s not fair!”

beyoncé raised her eyebrow at your audacity

“there you go with that attitude again, do i have to get the belt and put you over my knee?” beyoncé cocked her head to the side.

fear flashed behind your eyes, you shook your head “n-no bey, ‘m sorry”

beyoncé crawled up the bed so she was sitting next to you, her fingers played with your hair.

“mhm, so you’re gonna be a good girl for mommy right?”

you nodded frantically, your body was basically begging for her touch.

you desperately moaned as her warm hand began making its way down your body.

her fingertips gently grazed over your puffy clit, you let out a guttural moan.

beyoncé looked down at the circular motions her fingers were making “your pussy is so pretty baby, y’know that?”

all you could do was nod as her fingers rubbed over your clit.

“baby, open your mouth up” beyoncé demanded from above you.

you opened up for beyoncé, silently hoping that your obedience would please her.

“tongue out” you quickly stuck it out for her, she smirked a little at your obedience, she spat a hot glob of spit onto the center of your tongue.

“swallow” you did as you were told and swallowed her spit.

“mhm good girl, are you a good girl for mommy?” beyoncé whispered to you as she got closer to your face, her fingers added more pressure onto your clit.

“nghhh, y-yes mommy i’m a good girl, oh my goddd, fuck!”

beyoncé gasped at you swearing, she immediately took her fingers off of your clit, much to your dismay.

you sobbed as the pleasure rushing through your body was quickly snatched away, through your tears you looked up at beyoncés disappointed face.

“what did i tell you about swearing?”

you whimpered, “i-i’m sorry mommy, it f-felt so good i-“

“shut up” you did as you were told and shut your quivering lips, “you want to cum right?”

you nodded quickly, beyoncé sighed, “you have to earn it”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, beyonce rolled her eyes at your expression.

she stood up and walked to the other side of the room so you couldn’t see her at your angle.

when she walked back over she had discarded of her bottoms, your face flushed a little.

beyoncé crawled back onto the bed, returning to the spot she was before.

she looked down as you, “you ready?”

you didn’t know what you were supposed to be ready for, but eager not to disappoint beyoncé again you simply nodded.

she smiled a little, before crawling over you and sitting atop your face, she let out a little moan as your lips met her lips, and not her facial ones.

beyoncé gripped your hair tight as she stared down at you, “make mommy feel good and i’ll let you cum baby, can you do that fa’ me?”

you clenched your thighs together and nodded, beyoncé smiled “good girl”

she began to grind down on your face, you licked at her clit, her juices made a mess of your chin and your cheeks.

beyoncé threw her head back and moaned as you shoved your tongue into her, her puffy clit bumping your noise each time she grinds on your face.

your thighs clamped together as your own wetness coated your thighs and your velvety walls tightened around nothing.

you flattened your tongue against beyoncés clit, you were to determined to make her cum all over your face, you really wanted to make your mommy proud.

you lapped up all of beyoncés juices as she moaned above you, “fuck—oh my god, right there baby!”

beyoncé gripped the headboard and she grinded down onto your face, you could tell she was close by the way her thighs trembled around your face.

“y-you’re doing soo good baby” beyoncé moaned as she threw her head back, her eyes crossing.

you let out a moan that vibrated up onto beyoncés already sensitive clit, that was all it took to send beyoncé over the edge.

you lapped up as much of beyoncés creamy release as you could.

beyoncés legs shook a little as she lifted herself off of your face, the lower halve of your face was completely covered in her syrupy cum.

beyoncé sighed contently, leaning down and planting a kiss on your cum covered cheek, licking her lips afterwards and tasting herself.

beyoncé began to plant little kisses on your neck and collarbone, “you did so good fa’ me baby, you think you deserve to cum yet?” beyoncé cocked her head to the side as she asked.

you nodded frantically, “please mommy, i really need you…”

beyoncé smiled, she kissed down to your heat, “mhm your so wet for me baby, mommy hasn’t even touched you yet” beyoncé giggled

you moaned at her breathe on your clit, beyoncés plump lips wrapped around your swollen and sensitive clit causing you to basically scream out.

beyoncé lifted her head from your gushing pussy, much to your dismay. she spat a fat glob of spit onto your clit, she rubbed it into your clit and your folds as you moaned and wreathed beneath her.

beyoncé crawled back up and straddled you so you two were face to face, her lips met your in a passionate battle of dominance, though it was clear she was winning.

their kiss was so rough, their teeth bucked against each other, beyoncés tongue was basically shoved down your throat. your tongues tangled together and you both moaned into the messy kiss.

“baby?” beyoncé mumbled in between kisses, you pulled away from her mouth

“yes?”

beyoncé bit her lip a little, looking off to the side, “do you want the strap or do you want mommy to go down on you?”

“the strap please mommy”

beyoncé nodded and stood up walking off to the closet, she attached the harness to her hips and walked back over to the bed.

beyoncé tilted your face up with her fingers, “i need you to get it wet ok, baby?”

at this point you were strained from having your arms over your head for so long, beyoncé decided to pity you and untie your arms.

you sighed in relief, beyoncé got you down on your knees in front of her while she sat on the bed.

beyoncé held the base of the silicone strap and hit it against your lips.

“you ready?” beyoncé asked from above you.

you nodded, you took the tip of the strap into your mouth.

you slowly inched more and more of the strap into your mouth, trying hard not to disappoint beyoncé by choking.

“mhmmm, you’re doing such a good job baby” beyoncé gripped your hair and guided you up and down.

you hollowed your cheeks around the spit covered silicone.

your pupils dilated as you made eye contact with beyoncé, spit dribbled down from your chin to your bare breasts.

“mmpf” you moaned around the strap as beyoncé began to force more and more down your throat.

“you gon let mommy fuck your face?”

you nodded eagerly, beyoncé gripped your hair hard as she began to roughly thrust in and out of your mouth.

your eyes rolled back as her strap hit the back of your throat roughly, your spit bubbled around the base of her strap.

beyoncé groaned at the sight of you. your face was covered in tears and spit. you had spit all over your spit.

tears ran down your hot cheeks, you could feel a little wetness pouring out from your slit.

beyoncé kept one hand tightly gripping your hair, while the other wrapped around your throat, feeling the bulge from her strap.

the feeling of beyoncés strap in your throat was too much, you reached your hand down to your puffy clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

the motion made your eyes crossed and made you moan around beyoncés thick strap.

just from the touch alone you could tell how swollen your clit was, you pushed two fingers in while your other hand gripped beyoncés thigh.

you curled your fingers so they hit that spot inside of your sticky pussy, white spots blurred the edge of your vision as you began to cream on your fingers.

beyoncés rough abuse of your throat finally came to an end, she pulled the strap that was now covered in your spit and drool out of your mouth and slapped it on your cheek.

you were in a daze from the lack of oxygen and your orgasm, barely registering what was happening as beyoncé helped you back onto the bed.

she made sure your head was supported by pillows, putting another one under your hips.

you moaned loudly as she rubbed the wet tip of her strap against your clit.

beyoncé let the head of the strap lay on your folds as she spat a glob of spit onto your clit.

she positioned herself, “you ready baby?”

you nodded, she tilted her head.

“use your words”

“yes mommy i’m ready for it, please push it in..”

beyoncé smiled satisfactorily.

she gripped the base of the strap and watched as she pushed in the tip.

you watched as you two met, your mouth in an o shape as you stretched around her heavy strap.

“ohhh, nghhh oh my god— mommy it’s too big!” you moaned out as she begins to push deeper and deeper.

you sobbed a little at the pain, it was definitely a big stretch and beyoncé knew that.

she leaned down to one of your breasts, letting her tongue circle your nipple before she began to suck on it.

you let out a little moan, the pleasure canceling out a bit of the pain.

beyoncé dipped her head up, she caught your lips in a passionate kiss, she licked your bottom lip. you opened your mouth up a little for her, allowing her tongue in your mouth.

she broke the kiss to catch her breathe, planting a little kiss on your cheek before siting back up.

beyoncé rubbed your sides in an attempt to calm you down, she leaned forward and began planting comforting kisses on your neck and jaw.

“relax baby, you gotta relax or else it’s gonna hurt, ok?”

you nodded, you nails digging into her shoulders.

beyoncé continued to push the strap deeper into you until it was all the way in.

“ohhh-oh my goddd, mommyy, it’s so much— i-i can’t take it, i can’t tak-“

beyoncé shook her head and began to thrust in and out slowly.

“ohhh you’re gonna take it, isn’t this what you wanted?”

you couldn’t even properly respond as she began to rut in and out of you faster, your vision blurred with pleasure.

beyoncé could feel you tightening around the strap, she lifted your legs so that they were now pressed up against your breasts.

she began to deeply thrust into you, watching satisfactorily as your eyes rolled back.

“nghhh, oh-ohhh! my godd, ohh fuck! right there! mhpfff” you moaned uncontrollably as beyoncés strap hit places that you didn’t even knew existed.

“tsk tsk tsk” beyoncé was irritated that you were cursing again.

she swiftly pulled out, you sobbed at the sudden lost pleasure.

“didn’t i tell you to stop allat cussin?”

you pouted a bit, nodding, “yes mommy..” you mumbled ashamed of yourself.

beyoncé shook her head in disappointment, “g’head and get the belt, you needa learn a lesson”

you frowned, shakily standing up and walking into the closet, you attempted to be slick and grab the cheap belt so it wouldn’t hurt as much.

beyoncé immediately caught on to what you were doing “aht aht, don’t play with me, grab that embroidered belt and bring it here”

she stood up taking off her harness and throwing it to the side.

you sighed turning back around and picking up the thick embroidered belt with the big buckle.

you sulked back over to beyoncé solemnly handing it to her.

“alright now come lay on this bed”

you did as you were told and laid on the bed so your ass was perked up in the air.

beyoncé got a perfect view of your dripping pussy, still wet and sensitive from her strap.

beyoncés hand rubbed over the fat of your ass, grabbing the globes.

“are you allowed to curse, baby?” beyoncé gripped the belt in her hand.

“no mommy, ‘m really sorry..”

beyoncé just shook her head, she massaged the fat globes of your ass, spreading your cheeks so she had a clear view of your asshole.

she spat, the glob of spit landing on your tight rim, you gasped at the sudden and lewd feeling.

she used her thumb to rub in the spit, “this is where i’m gonna fuck if you misbehave again, you hear me?”

the thought of beyoncé fucking you back there sent blood rushing in between your thighs but you just nodded for her.

she gripped her belt, “you gon count for me, ok”

you nodded, suddenly you felt a sharp swat against your ass, you cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“aht, use your fuckin words”

you regained your composure and quickly answered her “y-yes mommy, im-im gonna count, promise..”

beyoncé swing her arm back, delivering another sharp smack, you could feel how hot the leather was.

“t-two!”

smack

“three!” although the leather against your ass was so painful, it still felt good. you could feel your wetness coating your thighs.

smack

“ah mommy!” you let out a little sob

“shh you have one more baby, you’re doing such a good job, being such a big girl for mommy” beyoncé cooed at you

smack

“f-five!” you buried you face into the tear stained blanket

“aw my baby” beyoncé glently flipped you over, being mindful of your sore ass.

beyoncé pampered your face with soft and gentle kisses.

“you did so good, baby, such a good girl” she let you nuzzle into the crook of her neck.

“let mommy reward you” she whispered as she nibbled on your ear.

she pushed you back so you were laying on your back propped up on your elbows so you could see what she was doing.

beyoncé let her hand just barely graze over your puffy pussy, your folds were swollen and a little pink.

your sticky release was dripping out of your tight hole, beyoncé let her slender fingers circle your chubby clit.

some more of your slick dribbled out of your hole, you moaned out and threw your head back at the stimulation on your bundle of nerves.

beyoncé sat up on the bed as her fingers circled your clit, her lips caught yours.

she licked your bottom lip, you opened your mouth up for her, moaning as she began to suck on your tongue.

her middle and index finger slipped into your right pussy, immediately curling against your plush spot

“mmhmmm mommyy, it’s so good—ughh!!”

you moaned against her mouth, she pulled away using her free hand to grab your cheeks, smushing your lips in the process.

“you gonna let mommy beat your pussy up?”

you nodded frantically, your eyes filled with desperation and pleasure.

beyoncé placed a single kiss on your lips, she crawled back down between your legs, crouching down in front of the bed.

she was now face to face with your pussy, her fingers had your cream around the base of them.

you were clearly very close to an orgasm, beyoncé added a third finger.

“o-oh my goddd beyy, it’s t-too much !!”

beyoncé thrusted her fingers in and out, making sure to curl them up against your spot, enjoying your moaning.

beyoncé gave your clit a few kitten licks before sucking on it roughly, your legs began to shake.

you reached your hand down, gripping her blonde hair.

your throat bobbed as you looked down, watching her suck on your clit brought you to the edge

“oh—oh my god! oh my god! beyoncé i’m cumming!”

beyonce lapped up all of your release, her fingers came out of you covered in your cum and raisined.

beyoncé picked the harness up from where she threw it before.

she attached it as you sat up on your elbows watching her, “be gentle, mommy i’m really sore”

beyoncé nodded, reaching up and stroking your cheek, “anything for you baby”

the tip of the strap hip your clit, causing you to hiss.

beyoncé began to push the strap in, your legs tightened around her waist.

her strap had a little curve to it, you moaned as it brushed against your well abused spot.

“ughh it’s so big mommyy—“

beyoncé gave you shallow slow strokes, not wanting to overwhelm you too much.

beyoncé felt the grip of your walls on the toy, she began to thrust in a little deeper as your body relaxed.

“this pussy is so tight fa’ me baby, mhmm fuck!”

beyoncé groaned as she watched cream build up around the thick base of her strap.

you couldn’t even pay attention to her words as pleasure shot up and down your body.

beyoncé leaned forward so you two were chest to chest, she kissed you, her nose bumping yours as she gripped on your hips.

your hands rested on her face, you two moaned into each other’s mouths, you were getting so close and beyoncé could tell.

she lifted your hips so she could angle herself deeper inside of you, you threw your head back as she abused your pussy.

“it feels good, baby?” she mumbled as she leaned back down so her face met yours.

you nodded, you couldn’t even speak from the deep strokes you were receiving, you could only babble and moan out beyoncés name.

“mhmm,” beyoncé let her hand rest on your lower abdomen.

beyoncé pressed your chest against yours again, pecking your neck and jaw.

“how about mommy fucks a baby in you, hm, how’s that sound?” she whispered in your ear, even though both of you knew well that her strap wasn’t going to impregnate you.

your jaw basically hangs open at her words, just the thought of her somehow getting you pregnant mixed with the current stimulation you were receiving was enough to send you over the edge.

“o-ohmygoddd—m-mommy, nghhhhh….oh my god!”

beyoncé could feel you tightening around her, she lifted your hips a bit, now determined on making you cum hard.

your legs shook around her waist as your powerful orgasm passed in waves over you.

tears ran down your cheeks as you came down from your high, all the adrenaline wearing off and the exhaustion hitting you hard.

you let your head rest against the soft pillow hissing as beyoncé pulled the strap out, taking the harness off fully.

beyoncé laid beside you, sitting up on her elbow.

“you gon go to bed baby?”

she asked gently, pushing some of your hair out of your face.

you nodded, way too tired to even speak.

she reached over pressing a kiss on your cheek, “are you gonna misbehave again?”

you shook your head, “no mommy..”

beyoncé smiled softly, “good girl, now get some rest, your mommy loves you”

okii, thank u so much for readinggg, hope you enjoyed and please give any criticism you have in the comments, i really wanna get better at writing smut !!

[bigyonkasgf]

CANT BELIEVE

guess ill be leaving, you’re deceiving..

ok this is my first fic on here, im probably gonna do a part two to this but idk yet. anyway tell me if you like it, all likes, reblogs and comments are so so appreciated !!

you sighed, checking your phone for the fifth time that night. beyoncé was late to your anniversary dinner, it was so humiliating for you to sit in that restaurant under the pitying eyes of the restaurant employees. after an hour and half of a glass of wine, you decided you deserved way better and left the restaurant.

you paid your tab and left the restaurant, all you could think about as you got into your car was how careless beyoncé could be to leave you waiting on your anniversary. as you drive home your mind drifted to how your once perfect relationship had became so flawed.

beyoncé and your relationship started with a power imbalance, she was a ceo and you were her assistant. you two began to get romantic and the relationship started up from there.

as you drove home through the rainy streets of houston all the other times she missed relationship milestones ran across your mind. she missed your first anniversary party a year earlier and you had to entertain the guests while acting like you weren’t heartbroken.

she was 2 hours late to the homemade dinner you made for her on valentine’s day. beyonce was a workaholic even if it risked your relationship. you finally decided you were sick of the bullshit, you called up her new assistant, a sweetheart named neesee.

“hello, this is beyoncé knowles’ office, how may i help you?” neesee’s chirpy voice clicked in on the other side of the line

“neesee, it’s me, i need you to transfer my call to beyoncés office”

“oh y/n, uh beyonce left 3 hours ago”

your eyebrows furrowed at that, if she left the office 3 hours earlier there’s no way that she would’ve been late to the dinner.

you snapped out of your trance when you heard neesee calling your name on the other side of the line.

“oh, uhm ok thank you neesee” you abruptly ended the call and leaned your head back against the headrest.

you thought of all the scenarios that could’ve made beyoncé leave from work 3 hours early then not show up to her own anniversary dinner, what kind of shit is that.

you unfortunately had to think with logic, the thought of beyoncé, your sweet, loving and over compensating girlfriend cheating on you made a pit in your stomach.

you had made assumptions on her cheating before and voiced your concerns to her. when you did she was appalled, berating and guilt tripping you for thinking such a thing of her. it sure did work too, you felt so horrible that you pushed all of those thoughts aside.

you leaned your head against the steering wheel and began to cry at the thought of beyoncé betraying you. you stayed there parked in the driveway for what felt like hours wallowing in your own self pity.

soon your sadness turned into anger, you left the car and stormed into the house. slamming the door so hard that the framed picture of you and beyoncé that line the walls.

it wouldn’t really matter if they fell and broke because they were getting broken either way, you yanked all of the pictures of the two of you off the walls stomping on them as the fell. you even went as far as pulling the pictures from their broken frames and ripping them into little pieces.

your heels clacked roughly as you made your way to the walk in closet, as you flicked the lights on your set your sights on beyoncés side of the closet, the neatly lined skirt suits, blazers and trousers enraged you. so she had all the time to practice her folding skills but none to take care of your relationship.

you stomped out into the bedroom, opening the wide window that overlooked the front lawn. you grabbed as much of her clothes as you could and began to throw them out of the window onto the wet grass.

you smashed anything of hers that could be smashed, beyoncé was gonna learn that she messed with the wrong one. just as you began throwing all of her sorry ass blazers out of the window, beyoncés mercedes pulled up in the driveway.

you didn’t realize and continued to terrorize beyoncés items. beyoncé pulled up already getting a weird feeling from the fact that your car was in the driveway so early. it didn’t help that the first thing she saw was a pile of her clothes on the freezing cold grass.

she could hear your yells of anger from the open bedroom window, she said a quick prayer in her head and went inside the house. her heels clacked against the hardwood flooring.

“baby, what’s goin’ on?” she called out from the foyer.

the violent sounds from the bedroom suddenly stopped as you realized the source of all your anger was home acting like shit was sweet.

you walked out to the hallway holding one of her red bottoms, “and where the fuck were you tonight, hm?”

beyoncé sighed and put her arms up in a surrender, “baby, i had a meeting i couldn’t get out of, i really tried to-“

beyoncé was cut off as a louboutin wizzed by her head, her head spun as she watched the pump hit the wall behind her. her attention quickly reverted back to you as you began to yell at her.

“do you think this shit is a fucking game nigga?!?. you wasn’t in no fucking meeting, you’re such a lying ass bitch, beyoncé!”

beyoncé mouth fell open, “oh no you not gon’ sit up in the house that i payed for and call me up outta my name, whatchu think this is?”

by the time she finishing her sentence you stormed back into the bedroom, yanking more and more of her shit out of the closet

beyoncé huffed down the hall and turned the corner to go into the bedroom just to have blazers thrown at her.

“girl fuck yo house! fuck all of yo shit! now come pick all of this up, bitch!”

beyoncé scoffed and shoved all the blazers to the side. she watched as you stormed back into the bedroom, this time instead of throwing around more of beyoncés valuables, you were pulling out a suitcase.

beyoncés eyebrows furrowed together, “baby where you think you going”

you simply shook your head and refused to answer, after all the shit beyoncé had put your through she didn’t deserve an answer from you.

“c’mon baby, don’t be like that, c’mere and lemme make all this up to you”

you shoved as much of your necessities, clothes and toiletries into your suitcase as you could.

“no we’re done, you’re not gonna lie straight to my face and say you were at work, you’re a trifling cheating ass bitch” you took off the promise ring that beyoncé had given you, getting emotional as you threw it at her.

beyoncé sighed as she caught the ring “baby stop playing around,” she took a few steps forward nearing where you were stuffing your suitcase “come put yo ring back on bae, stop playin’”

you scoffed at the audacity that she had, “get the fuck outta my face, beyoncé”

by now tears had started to form in your eyes, you truly couldn’t believe that this was happening to you, never in a million years did you ever thing beyoncé would do you so dirty.

beyoncé blew down when she saw the tears building up in your eyes, “aw baby come here, i’m telling you i was in a meeting” she held your cheeks in her hands, attempting to console you.

you shoved her off of you and pulled the suit case off of the bed “don’t touch me, don’t call me, don’t do anything, we’re done.” you then stormed out of the room and out the door.

beyoncé followed you to the front door and pleaded with you to come back inside “baby come on, it’s raining out-“

“leave me alone!” you yelled out to her before getting in your car and speeding away.

all beyoncé could do was go back inside and begin to clean up the mess that her mistakes caused.

beyoncé sighed and looked around at their destroyed bedroom, frames smashed, heels scattered across the floor, her jewelry all over the place from being thrown around. it was truly a mess.

[bigyonkasgf]

writing smut is torturous 🫩

[2onbey]

ᝰ . beyoncé doesn’t care about your girlfriend.

warnings / toxic!ex!beyoncé. f!reader. cheating but let’s ignore that. dub con. unprotected p in v. daddy kink.

note / wow you’re easy af. 🙄

beyoncé cornered you against the kitchen counter. your hands flew to her chest, weakly pushing back. “bey we shouldn’t.” you whispered.

“don’t worry lena’s sleeping.”

“that’s not— you know what i’m talking about!”

she grinned and groped your ass. “oh your little girlfriend?” she laughed. “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

you whimpered as she bit down your collarbone. “bey. i’m being serious!” she hiked your skirt up just enough to slide your panties down. “i’m dating someone! this is— this is wro- ohhhh.”

she entered you so easily. this is exactly what she meant. you were made for her. “what were you saying baby?” she chuckled darkly as you moaned underneath her. “i didn’t hear you.”

you gripped the edge of the counter as she fucked you hard and deep. “oh baby, i missed this.” she moaned, your walls squeezing her dick tight. “missed this pussy so much!”

you were throwing it back for her. “fuck! you feel so good!” her hand came down fast on your ass.

“oh yes daddy!” you yelled.

her hand flew to your mouth. “keep it quiet!” the last thing she wanted was for her daughter to wake up and interrupt y’all.

she smirked watching you lose it under her. so much for having a ‘girlfriend’. “take that shit baby.” she groaned, giving you another smack. “this pussy is mine right?”

you moaned. “yes.” your voice muffled against her hand. she chuckled shakily. “let me hear you again, princess.”

“it’s yours it’s yours!” you whined, grinding back against her. your walls fluttered around her. “it’s yours daddy!” she increased her pace.

“taking me so fucking good!” she snarled, gripping your throat. she could feel herself on the edge. you were leaking down her length. “gonna cum baby?” she asked, her voice cracking. she could feel your pussy pulse around her.

you gave her a whiny yesssss. your hips weakly pushed back against her, chasing your orgasm. she pushed you down on the counter, her chest on your back and rutted into you.

your eyes rolled back as you came. “bey, it’s too much! i can’ttttt!” beyoncé buried her face into your nape as she came with you, pushing her cock deep inside you.

“fuck, baby.” she groaned. “feel that?” she lightly thrusted into you, pushing her cum deep inside you.

she pulled out of you and flipped you over. “still have that girlfriend orrrrr?”

© 2ONBEY 2026.

[titanicwaters]

SICKNESS OF POACHER'S PRIDE a yandere/beyoncè fic

synopsis ⋮ a young black woman gone psychotic; new and upcoming actress beyoncé knowles marries a famous rapper & entrepreneur, only to find out about his secret affair with his beloved assistant. the perfect girl, a blonde with big, bright blue eyes. little did he know, this would mark the very start of beyoncé's spiral into complete madness.

word count ⋮ ~1.325k

content warnings ⋮ themes of stalking, dirty talk, choking, love bites, themes of bdsm, bl**d, suffocating, sharp objects, drooling/spit play, hair-pulling, mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, attempted m**der, rough sex, degradation, and likely more. i apologize in advance, lol. enjoy ‹𝟹

inspired by 2009 movie, obsessed.

♬⋆.˚ ⋮ "one way or another" by blondie

୨ৎ──── three in the morning, several meetings, all of each 30 minutes apart. so many different labels, companies, managers, millionaires and billionaires. beyoncé wasn't yet adjusted to that lifestyle just yet. beyond terrified, actually.

as she slowly fell asleep in her comfortable aircraft seat; unexpectedly, she was rudely interrupted from her beauty rest. she groaned. "come in before i change my mind.." she said, rubbing her temples. she didn't even bother looking up until she heard that deep brooklyn accent.

"bey."

"jay." a simple exchange." "..not right now. whatever you're about to say can wait. 'm busy." and a blatant lie. she could move every event on her schedule to a year from now if she absolutely wanted to. petty behavior like this from her wasn't uncommon, in fact, it's precisely the norm. she grew up on being trapped in the suffocating dark of her father's shadow, later to become the empowering woman she is today was practically conditioned to trade her voice for a lifetime of obedience for every man who surpassed her. which ultimately led to her rebellion during and after teenage years.

"why are you being so distant, honeybee? i..i apologized for everything. i never told anybody. about anything. i swear." it sounded like he was pleading for something. possibly for his own safety. nearly twenty days ago, they had just celebrated their first wedding anniversary. everything felt right in the moment. their fingers intertwining. enjoying one another. whether that's emotionally, spiritually, physically or sexually. if their life could be going so well, how could that happiness vanish into thin air within a week? to put it simply, it was her husbands' fault.

a few weeks earlier.

the last day of the honeymoon. beyoncé's cousin, who also happened to be her bodyguard, julius, helped with the excessive amount of luggage she took on the trip. she fixed her makeup in the mirror, still slightly drained from the "hyperactive" night before. *ring ring!* jay's phone rang on the counter. that's typical. she could care less who it is, likely some old white man in finance and whatnot.

with a small glance, his phone read a contact named "v." the name had a purple heart next to it. on impulse, she grabbed his phone. her hands were visibly shaking. her gut wrenched. thoughts rushed through her mind. "im gonna vomit; he wouldn't ever do this to me, what am i thinking?"

"he loves me. he wouldn't..he wont." she choked out the last few words. fortunately, her husband was the smartest businessman, yet dumbest man you could ever think of in terms of good judgement. ironically, he never actually had a password on his own phone. she hesitantly reached for his phone, trying to reassure herself that it's just a friend. you only knew a few girls with the letter 'v' as the first letter of their names. one was an exceptionally pretty girl. long, curly hair. tanned skin. freckles. blue eyes. the lady also happened to be one of his short-term assistants. a temp, at that.

it took only a few minutes for her to piece it together as she scrolled through the series of flirty back-and-forth texts with her husband and his temporary assistant. turns out, it's been going on much longer than she thought. for months. no, as a matter of fact, years, plural.

hours later..

a sudden loud, ear-shattering crash echoed throughout the hotel room. it only took a few seconds for jay to hear and eventually walk towards the bathroom, what he didn't realize was what was waiting for him inside.

*knock knock knock.* "bey?.. are you alright?..hey, i'm serious, open the door—"

the door cracks open.

"....beyoncé?"

she didn't give him time to blink. in a shift, calculated motion she took a thick shard of glass from the now-broken device scattered across the floor. she came rushing towards him, leaving a long gash towards his lower abdomen. he didn't realize he was bleeding until he looked down at his shirt.

"you said—you..you love me, shaun. you..you weren't honest.." said a dishevled-looking beyoncé. he leaned against the wall, applying pressure on his wound while holding back tears. the woman then laughed, sliding down to her knees with her arms wrapped around one of his legs."you're just..confused right now. you don't know what's going on, and i can fix that. i can help you get through this." she trails her hands up his leg slowly, placing it gently on top of his wound, her fingers now covered with his blood. "her name won't have to cross your mind. because the only name you'll be thinking about, the only one that'll be comin' out of that mouth..is mine. mine." she mutters the word into his leg, her face moving deeper into it with each repetition. bey still held the shard, tracing it along his thigh. she whispers, "and if I have to carve my name into your chest to let people know you belong to me, so be it."

she knew that if this came out, it'll be some headline on some stupid celebrity-gossip magazine. although, that wasn't really on her mind or anyone else's. instead, it's paparazzi snapping photos of a sickly-looking, demented version of the world's dream girl.

she stayed true to her words, like always. she kept him. literally, kept him to herself. his arms and legs, bound to a chair. mouth? covered in duct tape. eyes? blindfolded. by day two, he was under complete disarray. she would rip off the tape whenever she felt obligated to do so, would feed him, then toy with him in various ways. she'd get drunk, leaving drool all over his mouth as she made out with him, all whilst he whimpered in pain.

degrade him while teasing his embarrassingly-hard member, torturing him with condescending questions and statements like "would your little temp violet enjoy watching this?" or, "i bet she'd love to be here." a shame the poor man couldn't speak. she already watched his tears soak up the blindfold. the way his chest heaved as he cried. every second of it was damn-near orgasmic for miss beyoncé. "g'na come on your lap, baby." she mumbled into his shoulder as she continued riding him. there were more gashes and tiny little tears scattered throughout his body than last time, which was only a few days ago. headlines about him going 'MIA' were already rising in popularity, and the wife of the couple's marriage remained radio silent to the public.

"fuck, i'm so cl-close, ugh. you're lucky i hadn't ripped you apart yet." yet? didn't matter. if she's being honest, she didn't care how this turned out. one way or another. death or forgiveness.

she gasps, letting out a breathy giggle afterwards, squeezing his neck; smothering his airways. she slapped his cheek, grabbing a chunk of his hair. her breasts pressed against his chest. a pink-handle, silver pocket kn*fe equipped. the more thoughts about her struggling gasps and choked sobs, the more motivated she was with the idea of finishing him off completely. the man was capable to stutter out one word. "...h-hurts."

"cute.." and almost immediately smacked him for speaking without her permission. she slid her thumb into his mouth. it didn't ever take her long to finish, staring at the very mess she's made. a mess that she's so proud of. she moaned in relief. "hmph. i'll let ya' out of these restraints when i feel like it." he was about to speak, but she quickly taped his mouth after she left his lap. "one more thing,"

he winced he felt a sharp pinch down his thigh."think twice before you ever think about moaning anyone's name but mine. i will find this girl. and when i do, she will end up in the same exact position you're in. the only difference is that one of you will live.."

"you can guess which one won't."

unbeknownst to the older man, it was already too late. her blood has previously been shed on beyoncé's beautiful, sparkly pink dress.

"then we can finally live in peace. we can..be us together again. like we used to. just you and i forever, my dearest. my sweet boy."

taglist 𑣲. ── @beyyours , @honeysfavoritemuse , @saints4record , @i-knowthatcookiegood , @mrcleanisbald77 , @spiderbeige , @bigyonkasgf , @echovilles , @madisonmay600

my posts are slowly but surely getting more feral by the minute. if u didnt like this then i genuinely apologize lolll i want to try some more...fluff type of headcanons and stuff later.

────୨ৎ──── hi! if you read this, thank u for reading my little rants at the end of all my writings, very much appreciated. this was my first ever req! took me a while, things have been pretty stressful recently. dont worry though! give me a few weeks or days and i'll be good as new. thenks for reading mwahmwamwah ily all so much. moon will return with more content later! ☾ ♡

[beyyours]

hit me harder

patheticsub!beyoncé x meandom!fem!reader

word count: 542 (rain the yappatron will return in avengers doomsday)

cw: impact play, name calling, degradation, orgasm denial, foreplay (kinda?), hair pulling

a/n: this is heavily inspired by that one line haunted & the one in rocket. with this, i feel like my fics are getting freakier? like im less ashamed to display my freak?

it wasn't extremely hard to get her in this state, but extremely rare.

the two of you had a tendency to switch but it was never to this degree.

beyoncé was now on her knees in front of you, it was a wild fantasy of hers and she begged you to partake.

she would have never fathomed how much she liked being treated like this.

she dawned a nice satin robe while you were still fully dress, just getting home.

"mistress.." she whined, looking up to you with those pretty, hazel eyes.

"i told you, no. at least not right now." you said as you sat back picking up your phone, trying to pretend the name did not affect you.

she rested her head on your lap. an inhale that turned into a whine.

she really was enjoying this.

"dumb girl, can't be patient." you murmur, dropping your phone, and curling your hand into her blonde locks.

the sound that rips from her throat is just beautiful.

"'m so sorry, mistress." she whimpers.

"so pathetic, silly girl would take anything i gave her, huh?" you coo.

"yes, mistress." she moans.

you wind your hand back and she doesn't flinch. a loud thwack indicating the blow.

her face blooms red but neither of you are focusing on that nor what it could leave behind.

heat rushed to her core and the long drawn sound that came from her shows just how good that made her feel.

"harder." she breathes. "hit me harder." she mumbles, soon chanting it, begging for it.

and you wind up another blow, and then two more.

"thank you, mistress. i love you, mistress." tumbles out of her mouth, her breathing uneven.

"could you cum from this?" you ask, genuinely curious.

"maybe." she shrugs, voice weak. "but i'm trying not to, gotta be good for you."

those hazel eyes look up to you once more, pleading.

and you wind up another slap. this time getting her with the front and back of your hand.

a loud grunt fills the air as she begins to pant heavier.

"don't you dare cum." you spit.

"i won't... if i do please punish me, mistress."

tears have began to well up in her eyes, you have to break character for a moment.

"baby, are you sure?" you soften.

"my love, please, the pain, it feels so good. makes me so wet." she mumbles, continuing to go on about how much she likes being hurt.

you put your brave face back on and continue.

5 more blows strike. the first two rather soft, then building up until almost all your strength.

the 6th. well.

you do indeed hit her with all your strength, but as that tear falls down her cheek, her body convulses.

"did you just fucking cum?" you echoed.

"no. no! mistress, i didn't." her eyes blown wide.

"don't lie to me." you challenge her, hand reaching down to touch her over her panties.

you press ever so slightly and she hisses. a clear indicator.

"i'm sorry." she apologizes, pathetically, a smirk hiding beneath.

"over my knee." you demand.

and she obeys.

"count." your voice booms, hand coming in contact with the soft skin of her ass.

a cry, then a meek 'one'.

div credit @/pixopix

tags: @mydearestbee @echovilles @arielletheemermaidd

[bigyonkasgf]

part two of can’t believe is going to have smut in it so should i make beyonka have a strap?

[bigyonkasgf]

writing part two of can’t believe is absolutely beating my ass so yall might get some headcanons for the mean time

[bigyonkasgf]

mimi's materlist !!

Beyoncé

⤷ ˎˊ˗can’t believe

⤷ ˎˊ˗in the closet

⤷ ˎˊ˗proper punishment

Zendaya

⤷ ˎˊ˗sleepy mornings

Solange

⤷ ˎˊ˗poems in the library

[bigyonkasgf]

thinking of finishing can’t believe part 2 then working on a jay z fanfiction🧐🧐

[bigyonkasgf]

sleepy mornings

wrote this for @cinnamoncunt, its kind of sort but its fluffy !! hope you enjoy

You drifted in and out of your sleepy consensus, you blinked the crust out of your eyes and streached. The lazy sunlight of the morning drifted into the bedroom and you took in your surroundings. You looked over to the bed, seeing your girlfriend cuddled up to your chest.

You turned so you were fully facing her, she looked so calm and peaceful. Her breathing was slow and steady, her lashes dusted over her cheeks, her curly hair laid spewed all her face and the pillow.

As if she could tell you were staring, Zendaya started to stir and shift. 

“mhmm, baby?” Zendaya mumbled, she rubbled at her eyes, groaning as she cuddled closer to you.

“what’re doing, z?” you moved the hair out of her face so you could see it. 

“tryna get close to you mama” she mumbled as she tucked her head in your neck.

you bit her lip at the sound of her voice, it was raspy and deep from sleep. you scratched her scalp, “but you’re already close to me”

Zendaya shook her head, “yeah but I wanna be closer to you, wanna be in your skin” she rasped.

She snuggled into the dip of your neck and slowly drifted back off into sleep.

“Zendaya, z baby?”

“Hm?” She hummed at the sound of your voice.

“Can i scratch your back”

She nodded eagerly, “yes please ma”

You giggled, “I love you z”

[titanicwaters]

⤷ ゛GAMER!BEYONCÉ ♬ˎˊ˗

headcanons... pt.1

gamer!beyoncé... who always gets the princess treatment when it comes down to her fanbase. if one of her fans knew she wanted something, like a new headset or maybe even clothes, nine times out of ten she always got what she want, whenever she wanted.

on her twitch account, she had a website linked with all of beyoncé's wishlists. the lists showcased various items such as very costly jewelry, designer clothes, makeup, and small trinkets she thought would fit the aesthetic of her gaming setup.

gamer!beyoncé... who streams at least every friday and saturday and earns a whopping average of ~90k viewers every stream. sometimes, she'll let her top "supporters" commission special pieces of media, curated just for that person's eyes only. whether it comes in a voice message, video, or even text, no matter what– her fans would never be left unsatisfied.

gamer!beyoncé... who takes suggestive, almost teasing pictures of herself before she went live and posted it on instagram, just to delete it minutes later. when confronted about it, she acts oblivious or simply changes the topic. most of the photos consisted of a rather dolled-up beyoncé, dressed up in light pink, lacey lingerie. it was never too revealing since she always covered herself with an oversized shirt or jacket. though, it was impossible to ignore the small, heart-shaped nipple piercings gently rubbing against her slightly see-thru top.

gamer!beyoncé... who ends up all hot and bothered the second she gets ready to end stream. all that pent-up stress from the character beyoncé played, leading to that warm, wet spot made right beneath her lap, coating the thin white panties that her viewers rarely catch tiny glimpses of.

gamer!beyoncé... one of the most popular female streamers on the platform, all relentless and spent, fingers pumping deep into her pussy, imagining how she'd be treated if all her loyal fans saw her in such a desperate, vulnerable state. what people would say about her. "what a slut." or "she just couldn't help herself, could she?" her soft whimpers bouncing off the walls with every thrust. she bit her lip, staring at herself in the webcam of her computer. with a subtle sigh, bey let out a breathy "f-fuck.."

gamer!beyoncé... who would livestream her private "sessions" faceless for thousands of unexpecting people to see. as she'd bounce on a fan-bought self-thrusting love machine. she'd grip her ass in the camera as she backed up desperately with her back arched on the thick, six-inch purple dildo. as she was about to finish, her breath hitched, losing her balance, beyoncé feels her arms give out– her flushed face slips into the frame, all ruined and spent.

after her orgasm, she giggled, sitting up and getting ready to end the livestream. as she subtly read the chat, it was filled with messages like "bey???" or "i knew something about you sounded so familiar.." and in a heartbeat, she closed her laptop shut.

"ah shit."

i really liked this idea, i have no idea when im making a m.list but i feel like i could've done better with this work. mwah

────୨ৎ──── hi all! moon here, quick little a/n: i've been lurking in this specific side of tumblr for a minute now lol, if u can't tell i've taken some inspo from various bey-centered authors such as @/babythugga and @/beyyours ! (sorry if the tagging bothered anybody) these are two of my fav creators, and it inspired me to create some of my own headcanons/ideas that have been stirring in my mind for quite some time now. this is my first time actually posting things like this! so pls be patient with me if the writing isn't too well-written lol... nonetheless, hope everyone enjoyed, thanks 4 reading (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

[beyyours]

biker!beyoncé headcanonss

biker!beyoncé... who's your next door neighbor, you asked one day to go a on ride with her and it was the most thrilling experience, she showed off every trick she could've thought of with you on the back

biker!beyoncé... who priotizes tf outta your safety. if you're with her at a bike meet she holds onto you tightly, quick to butt heads with anyone who may try to mess with you

biker!beyoncé... who once admired you from a distance, not afraid to speak but more so of your perspective, thinking she was once too tough and unapproachable

biker!beyoncé... who stays strapped... both ways. once shooting a man bc of how he approached you. non lethally.

biker!beyoncé... who pampers you as much as she does her bike, doing almost everything for you, from putting the clothes on your back to fucking you so hard you can't speak

biker!beyoncé... who claims you at any place at any time, her possesiveness knows no bounds, at any bike meet or bar or wherever whenever, she is quick to pull you and your panties aside and making you moan out her name for everyone to hear

biker!beyoncé... who wears her helmet when you fuck so you can see yourself, all fucked out and crying out about how good shes fucking you

biker!beyoncé... who smokes moderately. it was not nearly as bad as it could've been but you had a fear for her health. until she once jokingly said she'd quit fully, pretending to put the cigarette out on your skin, "accidentally" pressing down too hard. the reaction you had to it invigorated something in you, everytime she smokes now, you ask her to use your body like an ashtray, to which she obliges.

tags: @echovilles @mydearestbee @arielletheemermaidd