#power exchange

[goddesslilithsworld]

[missy2122]

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Here are some exercises focused on building the strength, endurance, and flexibility of muscles used often in servitude :) Don’t forget to add 30 mins of cardio 😜

Would cunts be interested in like a cute little guide on transforming into being a good girl?

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LOWER BODY

Hip Thrusts or Glute Bridges 4 sets × 8–12 reps

Romanian Deadlifts 3–4 sets × 6–10 reps

Bulgarian Split Squats 3 sets × 8 reps each leg

Reverse Lunges 3 sets × 10 reps each leg

Wall Sits 3 sets × 30–60 sec

Step-Ups 3 sets × 8–10 reps each leg

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CORE

Front Plank 3 sets × 30–60 sec

Side Plank 3 sets × 30 sec each side

Dead Bugs 3 sets × 8–10 reps each side

Pallof Press 3 sets × 10 reps each side

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UPPER BODY

Push-Ups 3 sets × 8–12 reps

Bent-Over Rows 3 sets × 10 reps

Band Scapular Retractions 2–3 sets × 15 reps

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MOBILITY

Deep Squat Hold 60 sec

90/90 Hip Rotations 2 minutes

Frog Stretch 60 sec

Couch Stretch 60 sec each side

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𝕀 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥

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★,｡･: Sub Top! Clark Kent X Dom! Reader ｡･:*★

Summary: You find yourself a shy farm boy on campus and help him come out of his shell.

─✰ Contains: Light Begging, Sub Drop, Riding, Creampie ─✰ Rating: Explicit ─✰ Content Warning: Unprotected sex, mildly dubious consent/ non verbal consent ─✰ Word Count: 1.5K+

A/N: No gendering pronoun were used in this scene. Set around Season 5/6 specically (｡•̀ᴗ-)★

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Clark had met you in one of his college classes a little bit after Lana and him broke off. He was back to school, trying to keep his mind off all the ways his life was imploding to enjoy some down to earth company. Clark had taken you out a couple of times and you’d study together when he found the time. You found it refreshing that Clark was such a gentleman and politely kept his distance as you got to know each other. That being said, anyone with eyes could see Clark was attractive. A sort of other worldly, once in a lifetime attractiveness that happened to be wrapped in flannel and tucked away in the middle of nowhere, Kansas. You found Clark’s shyness cute and endearing but that didn’t stop you from drooling over the slab of beef sitting quietly next to you like a wolf stumbling upon a lone sheep in the pasture. 

Clark would smile over at you with the dorky look of his and all you could think about was climbing the man like a tree. 

You thought for a second Clark was a virgin but that turned out not to be the case. Your best guest was recently indulged but hardly inexperienced if the recounts he stuttered through were anything to go off of. He definitely kissed like aman with something to offer. It was about the only initiate activity he’d allow. Ever the gentleman, Clark always asks before kissing you on the lips. Of course you’d nod and smile coyly before silencing a “finally” and diving in. His plush lips were always warm and he didn't hesitate about licking his tongue against yours the first chance he got. His large hand would cup your face to keep you close with his thumb pressed underneath your jaw. He’d only break the kiss to suck on your neck while gently tugging you towards himself. You were amazed at how fast he could leave a mark. If you were lying down, Clark would roll halfway onto you, trapping you between his legs and using an elbow placed above your head to prop himself up. You felt accomplished when you felt the man grow hard against your thigh. Every groan, every gasp, every instinctual roll of his hips felt like badges you’d collected. But as soon as things would heat up, he would pull back and excuse himself. 

You didn't want to pressure him but you were also tired of him starting something he had no intention of finishing. One night when you were particularly riled up and Clark was trying to pull another disappearing act, you grabbed him by his belt loop and yanked him back down. 

“Listen, farmboy,” you growled before taking a breath and collecting yourself to continue. “I know you’re a bit shy but I promise, we’re not doing anything I don’t want to.” 

“Its not that,” Clark gulps, still balancing himself where you're holding him. 

“Then what is it?” You encouraged, leaning in for another quick kiss. 

Clark pulls away again. “I mean, I like you a lot-” 

“I like you a lot too.” You interrupt with a purr and Clark smiles bashfully as his eyes wander down to your lips for half of a second. 

“I like you a lot and I don’t want to hurt you.” He tried again, clearing his throat and letting his sternness return to his features. 

“What? Afraid you’re gonna crush me?” You joked but by the guilty look that crossed his eyes you could tell the answer was yes. You let the idea play in your mind and honestly it didn’t sound as bad as he was making it to be. Still though, you were on a mission. 

“Well, if being on top is the problem,” You smirked while grabbing him by the back of the neck then trapping his leg and rolling you both over. “Then I can just take over.” 

You could see his pupils dilate and his breath become shallow as settled into his new position. As amused as you were watching him desperately come up with some kind of counter, you moved on to grabbing his wrists that lay petrified by his side and lifting them above his head. His shirt hiked up a tiniest bit but it was enough to see his toned stomach and plaid boxers peeking over his waistband. You leaned forward, pressing your hips flush with his again and kissed him. With every smack of your lips against his, you felt him relax further into your hold. You could feel Clark’s heartbeat speeding against your fingers tips as well as you could feel the pulse of his cock trapped between you. When you pulled up for air, you were half expecting Clark to still have that shocked look still plastered all over his face. However, you were pleasantly surprised to find him melted into the mattress with half lipped eyes and a slack jaw. 

“There you go,” You cooed, cutting into the silence. “Can’t hurt me if you're trapped, huh?”

You were surprised when Clark nodded and met you with a slurred “uh huh.” 

“Are you still with me, Clarkie?” You quipped and lightly tapped his cheek. He responded again about the same but you were determined to pull more out of him. You started to trail kisses from under his jaw and down to his neck, then down, down some more while slowly unbuttoning and lifting his shirt to make way. You stopped at his waistband, kissing the V- cut of his pelvis before sitting up to unbutton his jeans. You peeled him open just enough to catch a peek at the base of his dick when Clark jumped to his senses again. He quickly grabbed your wrapped to stop you but the pleading look in his blue eyes spoke to a different desire. 

“I can’t- we shouldn’t…” he tried to explain but it seemed he was talking more to himself than you. 

“Don’t worry, angel. You can’t hurt me from down there.” You smiled back and gently uncurled his finger from yourself. Clark let you do it and watched in awe as you tugged him free.  

Feeling him through clothes was nothing compared to holding the monster in your hand. The tip peeking out from beneath your hold leaks down your fingers like he was already ready to burst but given how much he’s been edging himself, maybe you weren’t too far off. 

“I hope this isn’t what you meant when you said you might hurt me? Sure it's big but I'm more adaptable than you give me credit for.” You give him a squeeze for emphasis and Clark whispers as his cock jumps. You wouldn’t let him know that the girth in front of you made you a bit nervous because none of that mattered. You knew you were gonna fuck Clark Kent before he stepped foot in the room and you intended to keep to that. 

You sped through undressing, deciding to only expose when was needed. Not to say you wanted to get the pony moving before Clark came back to his avoidant senses but you didn’t exactly want to take it slow either. You’ve taken it slow for long enough. 

The man released a breath you didn’t know he was holding in a low groan as you took him. Inch by inch you worked yourself down until he bottomed out inside you. Clark’s hands shot up to still your hips and you waited as he desperately tried to slow his breathing. You were sure he was done for but he was able to pull himself together. 

“God,” he whined, boarding on sobbed “I almost…I’m so-” Clark cut himself short with another tortured groan. 

You smiled devilishly down at him. “Glad you didn’t. Then I wouldn’t get to have any of my own fun.” 

You easily fell into a nice rhythm of sliding up and down his cock. Every time you slammed your hips down you got a jolt through your stomach and a string of pathetic moans from him as a reward. Clark was unraveling fast but you didn’t have much room to talk with the way dick inside you was hitting all the right spots. Through your elation you could make out the man underneath you gripping the edge of the mattress of dear life. Clark’s hips desperately wished to buck up into you but he seemed to be keeping himself still through sheer will power. Not that you were complaining. Watching the man struggle was almost as good as riding him. 

“Please…” He begged but you weren’t sure for what. You slowed down just a fraction and was quickly informed that was not the answer by Clark tossing his head and pleading some more. 

The last moments before your orgasm was orchestrated by the background sounds of Clark’s husky voice and the warmth of cum flooding your insides. You made sure to ride you both through it till every last drop was milked from him. 

Clark looked up at you through slightly damp eyelashes as you pulled yourself off him. You looked down at the mess splattered across the front of his jeans and felt the slightest bit guilty. 

“That wasn’t so scary, right?” You tried to joke, knowing you got carried away. You were expecting Clark to muddle through another barely audible answer but was excited to be flipped onto your back instead. 

“Yep,” you thought as Clark folded you into a kiss.”All he needed was the right encouragement.” 

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A/N: Clark refusing to sleep with Lana after getting his powers back in season 5 has sent me into the stratosphere so I had to make an Xreader out of it! When do i ever pass up a chance to slut out Clark and make him look pathetic? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

[alexandre-velestant]

A lifestyle based on patriarchy is an adventure that might seem daunting at first glance, but it's absolutely exceptional. If you want to discover it, don't hesitate any longer and dive right in!

Gentlemen, show your true worth. Prove to the women around you that you are worthy of your natural superiority. Women, fully express your femininity, show men that you can be a good submissive.

Together, discover a new life far removed from feminism.

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