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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 7 months ago

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Dr. Stevens and His Sugar Baby

Warnings: SMUT, Sugar Daddy Erik, Daddy Dom Erik

Part 7.1

Erik and Sienna spent their Saturday out on the town. They hopped on the back of his sports bike and he gave her a spare helmet to put on. They zoomed through the streets of San Francisco and kicked off their day of fun with a trip to the Museum of Modern Art. Erik and Sienna took a couple of selfies before walking hand in hand towards the museum. There was an exhibition for a South African visual artist named Zanele Muholi. Muholi calls attention to violence and trauma enacted on queer people while celebrating their beauty and resilience. It provided an opportunity for the Bay Area audiences to experience the full range of the artist’s expansive project.

It was powerful and beautiful all at the same time. Erik held Sienna’s hand as they walked around the exhibit admiring all of the visual art. Erik was a fan of Zanele Muholi and he met her during a trip to South Africa during an art event there. Sienna wondered who Erik didn’t know because he’d been to many places and met so many high profile individuals. Erik introduced Sienna to Zanele and they spoke for some time before she was whisked away.

After exploring the exhibit, they left to grab some lunch before Erik surprised her with floor seats to a basketball game. They finished their lunch and headed back to the condo where Erik fucked Sienna’s brains out before they could even make it into the door. They’d been flirting and teasing each other all day and Erik couldn’t take it anymore.

Whenever that happened, he needed to be inside of Sienna right that instant. Imagine how hard it was to control his urges whenever they’d been apart due to their schedules. He could get in that pussy every which way and on any surface he pleased now. He bent her over, pulled her jeans and panties to her ankles, and stuffed her full of big dick from behind. She braced herself against the wall and her mewling had him going crazy in that pussy.The jeans she wore fit her ass so nice he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her all day.

Sienna tried to behave herself for the sake of the museum date, but Erik dressed in a leather moto jacket, with his locs in a ponytail turned her on strong. She would brush her ass against the crotch of his leather biker pants whenever she passed him to elicit a groan from him. Truthfully, she still wasn’t over the previous night. That bed was a mess with their mixed fluids. Erik made Sienna cum before she could even step foot inside of the condo and soon after Erik was shooting his load deep inside her pussy.

They spent the rest of the early evening getting ready for the game. Erik wanted to drive his motorcycle again but Sienna decided to wear a dress. He drove his Lexus and they met up with Apollo and Kitten. Sienna had never been to a pro basketball game and she never had interest in the sport before. Being surrounded by people with money and popularity made her feel a little out of place. Erik held onto her the entire night. At least she had Kitten to talk to whenever Apollo and Ignus got into the game. They all had Korean BBQ afterwards and Sienna was getting sleepy. Too much fucking and moving about drained her. Erik sensed this and they left to get some rest.

It’s Sunday now and Sienna was fast asleep in a T-shirt with no panties. She was sleeping on her stomach with her hands tucked beneath the pillow. Erik had already woken up to go to the gym for an early session. He returned and wasn’t surprised to find Sienna still snoozing. He took off his athletic shoes, socks, Nike sweatband, and iwatch. Erik silently walked over to his bed and looked down at Sienna’s sleeping frame. He loved watching her sleep. Erik strokes her cheek with a single finger before taking that same hand to lift the sheets.

Peeking underneath, he could see that she had no bottoms on. Good girl. That’s one of his rules. When it’s bedtime, Sienna sleeps with no panties or sleep bottoms to give her daddy better access whenever he wants it. And he was craving it badly. Erik left to take a brisk shower and when he returned in his naked glory, Sienna was on her back now. Erik gently pulled the sheets back to her feet and he lifted the hem of the T-shirt she wore. There, sitting fat was his favorite pussy.

Erik thumbed her pussy lips softly while staring at her sleeping face. She started shifting in the bed, eyebrows pinched together and her bottom lip pouted. He took his finger to slip between her pussy lips and feel on her clit. She was nice and slick for him. Sienna opened her eyes and looked up at him with the cutest, sleepy expression he’d ever seen. Erik simply smiled at her before bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking her juices off.

“Good morning, baby girl.”

“Morning, daddy.” Sienna said with a sleep laden voice.

“Did you sleep well?”

Sienna nodded her head.

“I went to the gym. I needed a good workout.”

Sienna stretched and Erik’s eyes dropped down between her legs.

“I bet you’re exhausted,” Sienna said before yawning.

“Nah. I’m actually energized.” Erik replied.

He stroked her left thigh.

“Baby…I want some pussy.” Erik declared.

He wasn’t asking. He was telling.

“Daddy, I already know you do,” Sienna sat up on her elbows, “I was just waiting for you to take it.”

She dragged her bare foot over Erik’s rock hard abs. Erik seized her foot in his hand and brought his lips down to kiss her pretty toes. Sienna bites her lip when Erik’s kisses travel towards her thigh.

“Maybe you can pass some of that energy onto me through that big dick,” Sienna whispered seductively, “I could use it.”

“Oh yeah, little mama? Are you sure you can keep up with me?”

“I’m sure. Are you sure you can handle this good pussy so early in the morning?”

“I can handle that pussy whenever, baby. Just put it on me…”

Sienna laying on her back, Erik pushing her thighs back and slid two fingers past her opening until his digits were sucked in by her walls. Erik leans over Sienna and he lifts her shirt to reveal her breasts. Like always, they’re hard and begging to be sucked. He wrapped his lips around a stiff nipple and yanked. Sienna moaned into his ear softly. Erik sucked her nipples back and forth and then he sat back on his knees to watch her face while he fingered her.

“You’re always so creamy for me…listen to that…so juicy…”

Sienna tugged on her nipples.

“I’m gonna squirt like that…”

“You know I love it when you do it…”

“Unhhhhhh…”

“That’s it…make a mess all over me…”

Sienna squeaked and as if a damn broke her pussy squirted all over his hand and created a puddle between them. Erik would press his fingers against her spot and each time a tiny stream of liquid would spray from her pussy like a spitting fountain. Erik looked at his fingers when he withdrew them and it was dripping wet and covered in her slime. Erik used that hand to fist his dick.

He lined his tip up with Sienna’s pretty pink puss and sank inside with a long hiss billowing from his lips. Sienna twisted her head and moaned. Erik immobilized her legs so that they were wide open and touching the bed. He looked Sienna in the eyes and his hips were pistoning in and out of her. The bed was firm but Sienna’s body did all the bouncing. Erik was up on his tip toes and balls deep.

“Fuck me,” Sienna gasped, “Fuck me like that…”

Her skin was covered in goosebumps and at the pit of her stomach was a tightness that could only mean one thing. She was about to cum. Already? Sienna accepted the powerful feeling and hot tears rolled into her hairline.

“Who couldn’t handle this pussy in the morning?” Erik taunts.

He wasn’t through with her yet. He still needed his nut. Erik had her pinned against the mattress with her ankles in his grip. He knocked her walls down like a wrecking ball.

“Oh my god! I can’t stop cumming!”

Sienna dug her nails into Erik’s arms with how hard she clung to him.

Erik pressed his body against hers and buried his face in her neck. He went from fucking her hard to fucking her with sharp thrusts that yielded. He would go deep and sit there, withdraw his hips slow to the tip, and then BAM! He was right back inside with another toe curling stroke. Sienna bites his shoulder and her nails claw his back.

“I love the way your pussy just fits around my dick, baby…”

“I’m gonna cum so deep in this pussy, princess…”

His words mixed with his stroke was too much.

“You ready for this nut?” Erik asked aggressively in her ear.

“Yes!”

“Here it comes…mmmmm—”

His hips went out of control and after five more deep thrusts that had Sienna crying out Erik pulled out and he came all over her stomach. He put it back in and slow stroked her while they kissed. Eventually, Erik slipped his dick out. Sienna sat up and tried to stretch her stiff muscles but Erik sat behind her and massaged the knots out of her shoulders and upper back.

Sienna went to take a shower while Erik got dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. He put on a pair of slippers and left the room to get a head start on breakfast. He opened the fridge to grab everything and the bottle of champagne from Friday night to make mimosas. Sienna arrived dressed in a pair of gray yoga shorts and a white crop top with her braids styled in a high bun. She jumped in to help Erik with the waffle batter

“Focus,” Erik wipes batter from the tip of his nose, “Silly girl…”

Sienna was in a playful mood. She was showing a side of herself that lets Erik know how much of a fun-loving person she is. He had to chase her around the kitchen a couple of times and pic her up over his shoulder.

“Behave!” Erik popped her on the booty, “You just want my full attention.”

Erik put her down and kissed her lips. He finished making the waffles and then he moved onto the eggs. Sienna sipped her mimosa and decided to cut up some strawberries. The food was nearly done. Erik had just finished the grits when Sienna started shaking her ass on his crotch.

“Sienna…”

She sat up straight and gave him an innocent smirk.

“You asking for a spanking, girl. Do you not see me at this hot stove?” Erik fussed.

“Fine, I’ll behave…for now.”

Erik narrowed his eyes playfully at her and then his hand reached out and he slapped her on the ass hard. Sienna reached back to cover her butt with a pout of her bottom lip.

“Expect more of that if you keep trying me. Why don’t you grab some plates for us and set the table on the balcony?”

“Okay.”

Sienna went to set the table while Erik made sure everything was ready in serving bowls. He made more mimosas since Sienna had drunken hers down. She returned with a bright smile.

“Can I have a kiss, daddy?”

Of course Erik wasn’t going to deny his baby girl a kiss. He smirked at her with a single dimple deep in his cheek and grabbed her by the chin before pressing his lips into hers.

“I’m gonna go use the bathroom and I'll come back.”

She turned to leave and on her way out she bent over and made her ass bounce for Erik before walking away. He shook his head at her while carrying some of the food out to the balcony. It was a nice sunny day to eat and enjoy the weather.

On his way back in, there was a knock to Erik’s door. He halted his footsteps in the living room to make sure he’d heard it.

Knock knock knock.

“Did I order something?”

With a crease in his brow, Erik strolled over to his door. He leaned in to look through his peephole and his face went blank. He stood at his full height slowly and tightened his jaw. His onyx eyes searched the area for any sign of Sienna.

Knock knock knock

Erik wrapped his fingers firmly around the door handle and after a few meditating breaths to calm his frustration, Erik unlocked the door and cracked it open. His eyes zeroed in on the unexpected guest and he didn’t hide his anger.

“Faith…”

She smirked at him mischievously.

“Erik.”

Sienna made her way down the steps of Erik’s condo with a skip like she was Dorothy in a whimsical garden. She paused abruptly when she heard a mellow voice she didn’t recognize. Sienna back tracked and leaned over the top railing to catch a glimpse of who it could be. Her brown eyes fell upon a petite woman with tawny-brown skin, bouncy shiny black hair, and playful eyes. She’s dressed in a white fitted blouse, a pair of boyfriend jeans rolled at the ankles, and nude Louboutin pumps.

Before he could even say anything else, she entered his apartment and brushed past Erik like she was welcomed in. He blew air through his flared nostrils and cut his eyes at her like she was his mortal enemy.

“You shouldn’t be here, Faith…”

Faith’s eyes were searching high and low.

“Where’s your girlfriend? Smells like you’ve been cooking.”

Sienna narrowed her eyes at Faith’s remark.

“What do you want, Faith? You can’t just come here unannounced.” Erik spoke with frustration.

“I was in the neighborhood doing a bit of shopping so I figured I’d stop by to see how you were doing,” Faith turned around to face him, “How’s life treating you?”

“Great.” Erik replied.

“Still that busy surgeon I see. Can’t be too busy if you’re making time for your new girlfriend.”

“Carrie.”

Erik pinched the bridge of his nose and clenched his jaw.

“No, actually. You were at lunch the other day. A friend of mine saw the two of you.”

“Listen, Faith. What I do and who I see now has nothing to do with you anymore. We’re divorced. I don’t owe you an explanation—”

“She’s young, isn’t she?”

Sienna rolled her eyes. Of course she would take it there.

“I think it’s time for you to go.”

Sienna watched as Erik opened his door and waited with a hard glare at Faith. Faith chuckled and shouldered her LV bag before taking purposeful slow strides to his door. She looked around her one last time before stopping in front of Erik. She placed a hand against his solid chest and proceeded to drag it down his body but Erik caught her roaming hand in a firm grip.

“No. You don’t get to do that. Manipulate me…”

“That young pussy has your mind all twisted. What do you expect to happen between you two, Erik? Marriage? A family? What do you even have in common? What would people think?—”

“How’s Brian doing?”

Faith yanked her hand away from Erik. She turned her gaze towards her heeled feet.

“You never made time for me. You worked so much and created distance between us. All I wanted was to feel loved…”

“So you fucked some other dude to fill that void? Faith…I’ve heard this shit time and time again. Don’t come back here, understand? You gotta go…”

Sienna could hear the hurt in Erik’s voice. Faith really broke his heart when she cheated. And to show up like this and say what she said about Sienna after what she did? Sienna’s inner dialogue compelled her to stay where she was because if she didn’t…

“I still love you, Erik,” Faith said between sniffles, “I was lonely—”

“Faith,” Erik said her name with a warning behind his tone, “Leave—”

Sienna’s eyes bugged out when Faith pressed her lips against Erik’s. Erik broke the kiss with anger and that’s when Sienna descended the stairs. Erik heard her footsteps and he looked down at Faith before his eyes met Sienna’s. From her body language and expression, he knew she’d heard everything. Sienna and Faith were staring each other down like they were two predators ready to strike.

“So, this is her?” Faith pointed at Sienna, “Really, Erik?”

“Weren’t you dismissed?” Sienna fired back.

“Baby girl,” Erik held out a hand to calm her down, “It’s okay, she’s leaving—”

“Where did you find this one?! Some club?!”

“Didn’t he find you at a bar crying over your drink?”

Faith cocked her head to the side and tried to walk up on Sienna but Erik held her back.

“How dare you!? You’re nothing! He’s not serious about you, little girl!”

“ENOUGH!”

Erik’s voice bounced off of the walls like Zues from Mount Olympus. Both Faith and Sienna were shaken. His chest puffed out and his hands were clenched into fists. With flared nostrils and a penetrating stare between them both, Erik cut his eyes at Faith and pointed a thick finger at her.

“Leave. Now.”

“Erik—”

“I SAID LEAVE, FAITH!”

Faith fumbled with her LV bag while fighting back tears. She walked out of the apartment and turned to look at Erik but he slammed the door in her face. Sienna hadn’t been in an altercation in a while so the adrenaline pumping through her body shocked her. Erik lowered his head with shame after locking his door.

“I’m so sorry,” Erik said.

Sienna watched as he finally looked over at her with embarrassment.

“She was rude and out of order.” Sienna said.

“Yes.” Erik responded, “it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let her in.”

“It’s not your fault, Erik. I heard everything and saw everything. You weren’t wrong.”

Sienna walked up to Erik and lifted his chin so he could look at her. She smoothed some of his locs out of his face and stared into his eyes.

“I love you.” Erik said.

“I love you too.”

Sienna kissed his cheek and Erik wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in.

“This was such a nice moment between us before she came here. I gotta make it up to you.” Erik whispered into Sienna’s ear.

“I’ll think of something later. Let’s go eat before the food gets cold.”

Sienna leads Erik out onto the balcony and they take a seat at the table. Erik gives Sienna a smile from across the table while filling up his plate.

Sienna enjoyed her food while her mind replayed the events that happened. Faith’s words lingered on her mind. Stealing glances at her man from across the table, she wondered what the future holds for them. Sienna didn’t want to think that Erik would grow tired of her. The thought alone pained her. Erik could feel her eyes on him and he looked up through the curtain of locs and shook his head to move them away.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He whispered.

Sienna gave him a half shrug, “Nothing.”

Erik placed his fork and knife on his plate and licked his lips.

“What’s on your mind?” He questioned.

“It’s nothing, really,” Sienna cut into her waffle.

“Does this have anything to do with Faith?”

Sienna shook her head but Erik could see her eyes welling up.

“Baby,” Erik stood up and crouched down next to her, “What is it?”

He rubbed her back and Sienna exhaled a shaky breath. She turned in her chair to face him and Erik grabbed both of her hands.

“Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to get tired of me.” Sienna finally said with a whimper in her voice.

Erik exhaled and his shoulders slumped.

“Look at me, Sienna,” Erik commanded. He made his voice softer, “I could never get tired of you. The way I feel about you…I’ve never felt. I’m not saying that because it sounds nice, I’m saying it because I fucking mean it. You’re the first woman to ever make me feel this love so deep…I would never sabotage that. I would never grow sick of that feeling…baby…you never have to worry…”

Sienna’s tears rolled down her cheeks. This intense love she felt for Erik made her body shiver. It was love so deep she could feel it in her nerves. It was love so intense that it scared her.

“It’s not even about the sex it’s–it’s so much deeper than that with you. Being around you brightens my day. Being around you I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Don’t you ever doubt that, hear me?”

“Yes,” Sienna sniffled.

“Come here,” Erik picked Sienna up and she wrapped her legs around him, “Fuck Faith. Fuck what she said, baby.”

They swayed side to side while tightly clinging to each other. Erik’s heart pounded against his rib cage and he buried his face into Sienna’s neck.

“You’re my girl?” Erik asked

“Yes,” Sienna replied.

“Forever?” Erik asked.

“Yes,” Sienna sniffled

“Give me a kiss.”

Sienna lifted her face from Erik’s neck and pressed her soft lips against his plump ones. They tongued each other down while Erik held her up with his hands beneath her ass. Sienna broke the kiss and smiled at Erik with puffy eyes.

“Keep smiling, that’s what I wanna see,” Erik nibbled on Sienna’s neck, “Now, can we finish this good food?!”

Sienna giggled, “Yes, I’m so hungry.”

Erik put Sienna down and she sat back in her seat while he took his place across from her. They laughed and picked up their glasses, toasting to what the future holds for them before enjoying their brunch with a great view.

Doctor Stevens finished off the last of his Liquid IV before entering the hall from his office. He was running a little behind schedule, so he took long strides to OR 4 so he could get started on a joint fusion case. Once there, a good friend and colleague of his, DeMarcus Abrams; an Anesthesiologist Assistant, greeted him while gowning up for the case.

“Erik, what’s up man?”

DeMarcus tilted his chin up in greeting since he was already dressed in sterile gear.

“Marcus! How’s it going, bro? Been a while since I’ve seen you here.” Erik replied.

“Been good, man. I know, I picked up a shift here. You know I’m in between working here and UCSF Medical Center.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about all of that. How’s married life treating you?”

DeMarcus blew out his cheeks and laughed.

“It’s amazing. I’m a father of triplets now.”

“WHAT?!”

Erik gawked at DeMarcus. Lori, the RN, came over to help Erik gown up.

“Yeah, E. Three beautiful baby girls.”

Erik beamed, “Oh my God! You know you gotta show me some pics, Marcus! Congrats, man! I’m so happy for you. That’s beautiful, man…beautiful.”

“I’ll show you some pics. Let me get in here…”

DeMarcus slipped inside of OR 4. Lori just finished up with Erik and he made his way inside, gloves up, a few residents waiting patiently. The Anesthesiologist that DeMarcus was assisting had already put the patient under. He let DeMarcus take over so he could step into another case where he was needed.

“Alright, sorry about that. Let’s do the demographics and get started…”

The Circulating Nurse read off the patient's chart. It was an Arthrodesis of the lumbosacral spine. The patient is a fifty-three-year-old Caucasian male with surgical history of a left shoulder replacement due to a car accident.

Afro beats filled the room as Doctor Stevens got started. Everyone worked as a team and no one got on his last nerve. He joked, laughed, engaged with the residents, and moved his hips a little. He was in such a good mood because of a special woman in his life. He couldn’t wait to see her again. He’d been busy all week long with case after case. He needed some time away, even if it was for a work event.

“Alright, let’s take a second. I need an X-ray.”

The Radiologic Technician rolled the C-arm forward and awaited their instructions.

“Give me an AP, lateral, and fifteen degree oblique to start…”

Erik and the rest of the staff backed away to stay out of the radiation field.

“Last time we chatted, Erik, you were finalizing things with you-know-who.” DeMarcus said.

“X-RAY!”

Beep!

“Ha, yeah, I gotta tell you about that one…”

Erik walked over to look at the image. He was happy with what he saw, so he motioned for the Technician to continue.

“It’s all over. I’m no longer a married man.” Erik replied.

“X-RAY!”

Beep!

“Thinking about getting back out there?” DeMarcus questioned.

Erik made his way over to see the lateral image.

“Perfect.”

He stepped away again.

“…I’m with someone new. She’s amazing.”

“For real?! That’s alright, man. You’re not a spring chicken anymore. Gotta get it in while you can.”

Erik and DeMarcus laughed.

“X-RAY!”

Beep!

“Hold on fool…”

Erik shook his head and chuckled to himself while he headed towards the screen to see the image.

“We’re good to go.”

Erik was in the zone after that.

“Scalpel…”

He held out his hand and the Surgical Tech passed him the surgical blade. Erik made the incision he needed and carefully separated the skin and muscle.

“Forceps, please. The long ones…”

Lori accepted the forceps and safely handed them to Erik.

“Thank you…I need some overhead light caudally…”

The Circulating Nurse adjusted the light towards the foot of the table. About two minutes later, Dr. Stevens found what he was looking for.

“Okay…I see where we need to fuse…”

The Residents crowded in closer to inspect as well before stepping away for Erik to have some space.

“I also see the fracture here at L5-S1…hmm…may need to file this out just a bit before fusing. We don’t want our patient coming back because the screws cracked the vertebrae…”

The Residents nodded and hummed.

“Pop quiz, what’s this? Titanium or Stainless Steel?”

One of the Residents, an Indian girl, raised her hand timidly.

“Titanium. I can see that it’s more durable and it appears more lightweight.”

“TEN POINTS TO?—”

“Imaan.”

“TEN POINTS TO IMAAN!”

The entire OR 4 erupted into laughter. They loved it when Dr. Stevens was in a playful mood. Less attitude and shouting. No one liked to be on his bad side.

“Curette…”

Erik grasped the curette to scrape away tissue. He worked and bobbed his head to the music. It was nothing but good vibes and good energy.

“Whoever this new woman is, she got her claws hooked on you, Stevens.”

Erik cracked a smile. No one could see his megawatt smile since it was hidden behind a mask and face shield.

That’s right. His woman.

“I need the saw now…”

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The saw wizzed to life and Erik carefully sawed away at a disc between L5-S1. The saw came to a complete stop and he handed it back to Lori.

“Okay…So now, we fuse. Give me an overhead light cephalad.”

Circulating Nurse came to the rescue and she tilted the light towards the head.

Erik put screws, rods, plates and cages in. The fusion took almost an hour to do. He called for repeat X-rays before he finished.

“What’s her name if you don’t mind me asking?” DeMarcus questioned.

“I’ll tell you when we leave.” Erik responded.

“X-RAY!”

Beep!

“Okay…we’re looking good everyone…”

The Technician pulled back when Erik gave his approval. He hoped this was his final case of the day and he couldn’t wait to get home and shower. He closed up the incision in the patient’s back and did one final checking before exiting OR 4 for the rest of the team to finish up.

Erik removed his surgical gear, washed his hands, and headed back to his office. He checked his phone and noticed a missed call from Sienna. He knew what it was about. She’d taken her finals and promised to call him when she’d finished up.

Erik shut his office door and settled behind his desk. He FaceTimed Sienna, elbows propped up on his desk and leg jittery beneath the table. He was so nervous. He knew his baby girl was going to pass, but he still felt anxious. Sienna came into view.

“Hi, Daddy!”

She was sitting in her car, dressed in her nursing school scubs. Her curly hair was slicked back into a bun with baby hairs. Erik could tell that she had been crying. Her bottom row lash extensions were wet from her tears. Her beautiful brown eyes reminded him of maple syrup. She had the biggest smile on her face.

“Hey, little mama! How did you do?”

“I PASSED!!!!”

Erik scooted back in his office chair with wheels and raised both of his toned arms above his head. He cheered Sienna on, hooting and hollering. One hand came down onto his desk and he bit down on his bottom lip.

“THAT’S WHAT THE FUCK IM TALKIN’ ABOUT!”

“I can’t believe it!!”

“What did I tell you? I knew you had that, baby!”

“Daddy, I passed! I’m so fucking hype right now!”

Sienna couldn’t stop smiling.

“One step closer to that NCLEX and graduation. You got this. I’m so fucking proud of you, girl. Fuckin’ killing it…”

“Thank you! I’m in high spirits. I’ll be in my dream job in a matter of months.”

“Yes ma’am. I can’t wait to see you. We gotta celebrate in Hawaii.”

“Definitely! I also plan to do a little something here with friends on Friday before we go? Maybe go out for drinks and clubbing…”

“Sounds like a plan, love. Let me know the details and I can take care of it.”

“Okay! I’ll let you know later. We’re leaving for Hawaii on Monday, right?”

“Yes. I’ll pick you up after you spend time with your friends this Friday.”

“I love you,” Sienna said with a pout of her bottom lip.

“I love you too, babygirl. Let me go…I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

“Do you think you could come over?”

Erik smirked at Sienna.

“Of course I can. I’ll be over tonight.”

“OKAY!”

“alright, beautiful. Drive safe, later.”

Sienna put up the peace sign and ended the call.

Erik couldn’t stop smiling to himself. He was so proud of her. It was beyond words. He grabbed his lunch bag from the mini fridge and left his office. He had some leftover guacamole and chips to eat. Erik entered the break room and there were a few people scattered about that were finishing up. Erik noticed DeMarcus at a table in the corner with a half-eaten deli sandwich and Lay’s chips.

“Finally get to take a break, huh?” Demarcus blurted out between bites of his Turkey club.

Erik sat his lunch bag down in front of DeMarcus before pulling out a chair to take a seat across from him.

“Yeah, got a THR and a TKR back to back before it’s time for me to leave. I have a trip to Hawaii.” Erik explained.

“That award ceremony?”

“Yep, it’s an excuse to relax, you know?”

Erik retrieves his generous homemade guacamole and chips.

“Oh! Let me show you the three rugrats!”

“Did you just say the three regrets?!” Erik remarked with wide eyes and elevated brows.

DeMarcus shakes his head while chewing his masticated food. He chuckled to himself before taking a sip of his Lipton Green Tea to wash the food down smoothly.

“No, nigga. I said RUG-RATS.”

“That’s why you’re supposed to chew your food first before you speak,” Erik laughs, “Three baby girls?”

“Three identical baby girls that have their own personalities…”

DeMarcus shows Erik a bunch of photos of them, swiping left. Erik couldn’t contain his dimpled smile. They were so adorable and chunky!

“Yvette was carrying all of them?! Man…the power of a woman. That’s amazing, De.”

“I know, snap-back wasn’t what I expected but…”

Erik’s forehead furrowed at DeMarcus’ remark.

“How is Yvette? Is she still doing hair?” Erik asked.

“She is. Opened another salon a month ago. I’m so proud of her.” DeMarcus replied with a prideful smile.

Erik munched on his guacamole and chips. DeMarcus went on and on about how being a first time dad is an adjustment, how expensive babies are, and how he hadn’t been out for months. Erik couldn’t relate, but the DeMarcus he knew before he became a married man and a father used to cut up. It was so bad that Faith complained about Erik hanging out with him.

“Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. So, a new lady friend?”

Erik peered over at DeMarcus with a coy smirk.

“What’s her name?” DeMarcus questioned.

“Sienna.”

“Sienna…sounds sexy. Is it serious?”

Erik rubbed his hands together to get rid of the crumbs before grabbing his lemon water. He took a few sips before he responded to DeMarcus.

“It is.” Erik replied.

“How did you two meet?”

Erik looked around to make sure it was safe to discuss this without anyone eavesdropping. He’d been good friends with DeMarcus for years, he could trust him. Especially with the amount of secrets Erik’s kept regarding DeMarcus and his actions. Like the bachelor trip to Jamaica where he cheated on his fiancé with some chick he’d been talking to online for a while. Or the time he used to hook up with a nurse during overnight rotations.

“…she’s a nursing student.”

“For real?” DeMarcus whispered in shock, “Like, one of the students working the orthopedic floor? In the blue scrubs?”

“Yeah,” Erik whispered, “That’s how we hooked up.”

“Damn. How the hell did you bag that?”

Erik chuckled, “You got jokes I see.”

“She young?” DeMarcus asked, excitement swimming in his dark brown orbs.

Erik simply nods his head while continuing to eat his snack.

“Does Sienna have a friend?”

“Fool, you got a wife and kids at home. Relax.” Erik argued.

“And you had a wife that I would have never thought you would divorce. You tryna get your groove back or something dipping in some fresh pussy?”

Erik cocked his head at DeMarcus. The nerve of this nigga.

“Faith cheated on me. She deserved to get divorced, and I don’t need a groove back, nigga. Shit ain’t never die. I’m really feeling her…I love her. She’s amazing.”

“She got your nose wide open, E. You better hope she doesn't take you for all you’re worth. That’s what they do. You got all this money. They see that as a meal ticket. All I’m saying is be careful, E. Don’t jump into anything you’re not prepared for.”

Erik almost choked on his water at DeMarcus’ words.

“Marcus, are you serious? You jump into shit you’re not prepared for all the time. If anything, you need to look out for yourself.”

“We ain’t talking about me.” DeMarcus jokes.

“We need to talk about you. You better hope Yvette doesn't get rid of you this time around.” Erik argues.

“Yeah, yeah, nigga. Anyway, any plans tonight? I was thinking we could get some drinks. You can hit up Jamie, Tony, and Leo. Like old times. I need to let loose.”

Erik didn’t have any plans tonight. He wasn’t going to see Sienna until tomorrow. It has been a while since they all linked up.

“Yeah, why not? I’m down.” Erik said.

“I was thinking Blackbird.” DeMarcus declared.

“I’ll let the fellas know. Just text me the time and I’m there.”

They clean up after their meal and Erik turns to leave when he spots Teairra walking in wearing maroon scrubs with a matching cotton scrub cap, black cat-eye frames, and black patent Dansko nursing shoes with floating hearts printed on them. That beautiful pageant smile and topaz eyes fringed with wispy lash extensions was directed towards Erik.

“My favorite doctor!” Teairra announced while greeting Erik with a hug.

“Sup, T? Good to see you.”

“I’m really glad to see you. You know I’m transferring to ortho, right? That means we get to see more of each other.” Teairra flirts.

“Ha, you’re something else, T. Guess who decided to show up?”

Erik stepped to the side and pointed at DeMarcus. Teairra gasped with surprise before opening her arms to hug him.

“DeMarcus! How have you been?! Good to see you!”

“You too! Look at you girl, damn! Still just as beautiful!”

“Cut it out,” Teairra slaps his arm, “I heard you had triplets?! I want to see a picture!”

“Aight, I’ll show you the girls, but real quick…any plans later?”

Erik cut his eyes at DeMarcus. He knew exactly where this was going. After all, Teairra and him did have history. She didn’t think Erik knew, a lot of people don’t know.

“No. I was gonna head home and pour myself a glass of red wine after my bath and watch a movie. What’s happening?”

“Erik and I are grabbing drinks at Blackbird. A few of our mutual friends will be there. I was wondering if you wanted to come through?”

“Ooh, sounds fun. I don’t mind. You still have the same number?” Teairra asked.

“I do. Do you?”

Teairra giggled to herself causing Erik to look heavenward with a shake of his head.

“Yes. Still the same. And you’ll be there for sure, E?”

Teairra strokes Erik’s bicep affectionately. DeMarcus clears his throat to gain her attention back.

“Yeah, he’ll be there. Don’t flake on me, T. I ain’t seen you in a while. We got catching up to do.” DeMarcus said.

“Of course. I’m a woman of my word. I got a few hours left on the clock before I punch out. I’ll see you two later.”

Teairra gave them both a flirty wave before sauntering over towards the fridge to fill up her Stanley cup with filtered water. DeMarcus and Erik both share a look before leaving the break room.

Erik waved goodbye to DeMarcus before heading back to his office. After putting his things away, Erik returned to the OR and knocked out two cases back to back that took him a total of four hours to complete. Despite all of the work, Erik had all the energy in the world, so much so that he clocked out as a Surgeon and clocked in as a Radiologist. After completing his residency as a Surgeon, Erik returned to San Francisco and did an additional five years for Radiology while simultaneously working as an Orthopedic Surgeon.

Erik took the elevators down to radiology while clipping his work phone and pager to his hip and retrieving his dictation recorder from his white lab coat embroidered with his name. From the elevators, Erik made his way down a silent hall and past a few rooms until he found an unoccupied reading room shrouded in darkness. He sat down, monitors surrounding him. Everything came to life with a jerk of his mouse. Erik brought up images that needed to be read and transcribed. He wanted to knock out as many as he could within the next hour so he could finally leave for the day.

“Osteopenia. Minimal degenerative changes. Soft tissue swelling. Trace effusion. No fracture. There is atherosclerosis of the arterial vasculature. There is also a calcified partially seen, oval-shaped density seen posterior to the right mid-thigh region, which is of questionable significance of etiology. Further evaluation with ultrasound would be beneficial…”

Erik pulled up to 2124 Market Street, parking his Lexus before hopping out. Erik wore khaki cargo pants, a white T-shirt, and a denim jacket. He paired his look with white Jordan’s and minimal gold jewelry. His locs were loose and he smelled like Chanel Bleu De. Erik walked into Blackbird Bar and spotted Leo playing pool with Toni. Unfortunately, Jamie couldn’t make it due to an emergency. Toni, the Intellectual Property Lawyer who goes by The Owl at Honey Pot, just finished his turn and he passed the stick over to Leo. Toni grabbed his glass and took a sip while shit-talking Leo.

“Damn, ya’ll couldn’t wait for your boy?”

Leo and Toni looked up at Erik at the same time. They paused the game to dab him up.

“Ready for our trip?” Leo asked.

“I’m all set. Just have to pick up the lady tomorrow.”

“Where are you two going again?” Toni questions.

“Hawaii. An honorary ceremony for prestigious doctors all over the U.S.” Erik replied.

“Sounds like some mischief. I’m sure you two will have a story to tell when you get back.”

Erik and Leo could only laugh at Toni’s remark. He was correct.

“Treasure is really excited about it. She’s currently spending my money on a bunch of shit she probably won’t wear.” Leo said.

“I need a drink…”

Erik excused himself to the bar. He waved down a tall, thin white male with shaggy hair, thin lips, and hollow cheeks. He looked like he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day. He settled in front of Erik, tossing a black towel over his shoulder.

“I’ll take an old fashioned bourbon, little ice please.”

Erik watched him whip up his drink and then he sat it on a napkin in front of him. Erik took a cocktail straw before walking back over towards the pool table. He caught the tail end of a conversation between Toni and Leo.

“…Me and Emerald eloped. It was the craziest time.”

Erik cocked his head back with surprise.

“You eloped?! What?! When?!”

“About a month ago. We went to Vegas. I know, crazy, right? She just does it for me. I’m so obsessed with her…”

Leo shared a look of astonishment with Erik. Toni was the least spontaneous out of the friend group. Emerald really took him out of his shell. She’s definitely what he’d been missing.

“Wow…” was all Leo could muster.

“Got pictures?” Erik inquired.

“I do…mostly naked…”

Erik put his hand up, “I think I’ll pass.”

Leo turned his mischievous gaze onto Erik.

“What about Miss Peacock?”

Erik instantly smiled at the mention of Sienna.

“I’m so proud of her. She’s graduating nursing school soon. Such a big accomplishment, you know? I have a huge surprise for her. I plan on taking her out of the country to Jamaica. I have it all planned out…can’t give you guys the details yet.”

“A proposal?” Toni asked.

Erik simply shrugged one shoulder while taking a sip of his old fashioned.

“Have you met her family yet?” Toni asked.

“Nah. But I plan on it. She’s from Houston so we’re going there for a weekend. Mostly her mother’s family. She doesn’t have a relationship with her father’s side.”

Leo chuckles, “I met Treasure’s dad…man has a mean right hook I’ll tell you that.”

Erik’s eyes bugged out over the rim of his glass. Toni’s mouth hung open.

“It’s all good now. It was mostly because he has a way of talking to her in the most disrespectful manner. She’d endured that bullshit for years and I wasn’t going to stand there and watch him belittle her. So, I spoke up. We tussled for a bit, I walked out of there with a busted lip. He ended up with three cracked ribs. Nice guy…”

Leo was just as much of a hot-head as Erik. There have been plenty of times where Leo got himself into altercations that could have landed him in jail. Just a crazy white boy.

“I say that to say…you may run into some issues with her family for a number of reasons. Don’t be like me, E. Have some reason. Channel your inner Toni.” Leo explained.

“Thanks for the advice,” Erik replied with a shake of his head.

Leo clinked glasses with Erik and then his eyes went towards the front of the bar where he recognized someone. Erik followed his gaze and noticed DeMarcus walking in wearing a black linen button-down top, matching black pants, and designer sneakers on his feet. He had a fresh line-up with the waves on swim. As he made his way towards them, he threw his hands up in greeting. Leo sat his drink down and brushed past Erik to give DeMarcus the meanest dab that sounded like a loud clap. He pulled DeMarcus in for a bro hug, patting him on the back.

“Marcus! What’s good, man?! Long time no see! What the fuck, Stevens?! Why didn’t you tell me this asshole would be here?!”

“Leo! Crazy fuckin’ Leo! What’s good, cuz?! Aye! Toni! Looking good my dude!”

“What’s up, De!” Toni shouted.

“Get a motherfuckin’ drink you fuckin’ asshole!” Leo gripped DeMarcus’ shoulders before shoving him away towards the bar. That action caused Leo’s Prince Charming haircut to fall messily into his eyes. He smoothed his hair back as he walked back to the pool table.

“Let me take this off,” Leo removed his leather biker jacket, jacked arms with tattoos showing from his black, distressed muscle tee.

“Here we go,” Toni spoke with a hushed tone.

“To have you two in a room again…memories,” Erik said.

“Makes me want to return to practice.” Leo replied.

“I’m back…”

DeMarcus sauntered over with his drink. He checked his phone while taking a spot next to Leo.

“Y’all mind if a lady joins us?” DeMarcus asked Toni and Leo.

“Who? Your wife?” Toni replied

“No. Her name is Teairra. She works with Erik and I.”

“Fine with me.” Leo said.

“I’m cool with it,” Toni brought his attention back to his drink.

“So, how’s everything?” Leo asked.

“Same old shit, just three babies added into the equation. You?”

“Life’s great. I just came back from Egypt with my baby doll. I’ve been enjoying life.” Leo replied with a content smile.

“Baby doll?” DeMarcus raised an accusatory brow at Leo.

“Treasure. She’s my sugar baby.”

“Sugar baby?”

“Yes, Marcus.” Leo shakes his head.

“So, Erik has a girlfriend younger than him and you have a sugar baby?”

“We all have sugar babies, DeMarcus. Well, Toni just married his so technically she’s his wife now. Erik’s thinking about proposing. Jamie is the only one missing tonight.”

“How the fuck did y’all pull this off? And why the fuck was I left out?”

“Because you’re married.” Erik blurted out.

Leo peered at Erik, “Well…technically I was married when I started messing around with Treasure—”

“But you were in the process of divorce. This fool isn’t.” Erik argued.

“I know this nigga ain’t got morals now.” DeMarcus jokes.

“Did I ever cheat on my wife?”

“No, but I’ve seen your eyes wander many times.”

“It happens,” Erik shooed DeMarus, “I’m not doing this with you. We all know how you treat Yvette.”

“Guys, relax, yeah? Let’s drink and kick it!” Leo said.

Erik heaved a sigh before downing the rest of his drink. He excused himself to the now crowded bar for another drink. It took him ten minutes to get another glass of bourbon. When he returned, Teairra had made an appearance. She was dressed in a strappy, slim-fit, all black, body con dress. She didn’t leave anything to the imagination with her cleavage hanging out. All black stilettos on her feet with toes painted red, silver hoops in her ears, and her hair styled in a low bun. Those topaz eyes were on the prowl. She looked like she came for a good time, not a long time.

“Hi! I’m Teairra,” She shook Leo’s hand before turning towards Toni, “Nice to meet you both.”

“Leo.”

“Toni.”

“Wow, so these are your friends, huh? Interesting.”

Teairra’s eyes lit up like Christmas. What she saw was a potential train. Erik knew that look in a woman’s eyes.

“It’s so great to finally meet you guys!” Teairra said.

“You too, beautiful. So, you know these two?” Leo said.

Teairra spotted Erik and she didn’t hesitate to nibble on that pouty, bottom lip and eye-fuck him. Meanwhile, DeMarcus wasn’t feeling that. He gave Erik a dirty look that went unnoticed.

“Oh yeah. This one here is my favorite doctor, and this one—we go way back. He went and got married on me and shit!”

“Don’t do that, T. You know it’s still all love,” DeMarcus spoke defensively, a hand to his chest as if she’d pierced his heart.

“Mhm, if it’s still all love, buy me a drink,” Teairra sassed, poking her curvy hip out and thrusting her chest forward.

“You know I gotchu! Whatchu want, love?”

“Surprise me.”

DeMarcus licked his lips at her before walking away. Erik and Leo share a look and then they cut their eyes at Toni who was trying to contain his laughter.

“So, how do you all know each other?” Teairra asked.

“I met Toni from school way back when. Leo and I used to work together.” Erik said.

“Okay! Do any of you handsome men have a wild story to share about Dr. Stevens with the gifted hands?”

Toni and Leo share a laugh. DeMarcus returned with what looked like a lemon drop martini. Teairra accepted the drink, taking a sip while staring Erik down. Erik looked away and down at his now empty glass, finding the melting ice within interesting.

“Well, This man here is a great dancer. He’s the life of the party for sure.” Toni replied.

“Really?! You dance, Dr. Stevens?”

“I do.” Erik said.

“He’s a sugar daddy.”

Erik slowly looked over at DeMarcus. Teairra’s mouth dropped open and she looked at Erik with shock.

“A sugar daddy?! What the hell?”

Leo and Toni remained silent. They could practically see the anger in Erik’s body language.

“He’s also hot-tempered. Everyone here knows not to fuck with him. Right, DeMarcus?” Leo said in a playful manner to mask the warning behind his words.

DeMarcus didn’t seem to catch the hint.

“He likes them young, T.” DeMarcus continued.

“Erik, how old are you?” Teairra asked.

“I’m forty-five. I’ll be forty-six in October.” Erik said

“You’re only like…eleven years older than me. So, that makes me young too, right?”

Teairra gave Erik a purposely slow once-over. She wanted Erik badly and he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction.

“T, calm down. He’s spoken for.” DeMarcus said.

“And you’re married,” Erik looked at DeMarcus with a glare.

DeMarcus didn’t have a rebuttal for that. Leo cleared his throat before asking if anyone wanted to join him in a game of pool.

“Damn, I mean…I was right there, Erik!” Teairra laughed.

DeMarcus took that time to snake his arm around Teairra’s trim waist. She took sips of her martini while Erik and Leo took up a game of pool. Erik removed his jean jacket and placed it on a stool. The sleeves of his white T-shirt strained against his biceps. Teairra wasn’t paying attention to a thing DeMarcus had to say in her ear. She wanted Erik. Erik could feel her staring but he ignored it.

“What this sugar baby got on me?”

As the game went on, Teairra made her way over to Erik, leaning her body over the pool table while he tried to focus on making his shot. He cut his eyes at Teairra for two seconds before turning his attention back on the game. Erik aimed for a green ball and shot it towards a few balls, watching them scatter. He stood up and when he looked down at Teairra, she was staring at his crotch. Erik gave the stick to Leo and created space between him and Teairra.

“You don’t want to answer my question?” She pestered.

Erik ignored her.

“You need another drink, beautiful?”

DeMarcus came over with a fresh martini. Teairra gave him a flirty smile, accepting her drink.

“Why do you keep bothering, Erik? Bother me.” DeMarcus said.

“If I bother you, it’s gonna be trouble, De.”

Leo took his shot and one of the balls fell into a corner hole. Erik kissed his teeth before snatching up the stick.

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game!” Leo shouted.

“Fuck you!” Erik yelled back.

“Don’t be a sore loser, E,” Toni jokes.

“You think I'm a lose, Toni? Like you?” Erik laughs.

“Fifty bucks on Leo!” DeMarcus said.

The game continued on, and Teairra was becoming increasingly drunk. Erik started to become concerned that maybe she should stop drinking. Any surface in that bar, Teairra was arching her back over it and popping her ass. That shit was moving like water. DeMarcus was stuck in a trance. He was playing a mental game of tug-a-war right before them. One part of him wanted to go over and get behind that while the moral part of his mind told him no.

Leo missed an opportunity with a shot and an uproar happened between him and DeMarcus. Erik simply laughed to himself while motioning for Leo to pass him the stick. Leo kissed his teeth as he watched Erik take a final shot, the shot that made him win the game. Teairra cheered and clapped while DeMarcus sulked. He reluctantly slapped the fifty bucks onto the pool table.

“Nah, De, save that for some formula or something.” Erik quipped.

The laughter that erupted around them had DeMarcus making a stank face. Erik didn’t want his money.

“You think you’re a big shot because you got all this money! I got bread too, nigga!” DeMarcus shouted defensively.

Erik scrunched his handsome face, “never said you didn’t. I’m just saying you got a family to feed.”

DeMarcus sucked his teeth before grabbing his drink to finish. Erik could tell he was drunk.

“De, it’s cut off time, bro. You had enough.” Leo said.

“The one time I got to hang out with you fools and now I’m drinking too much?! Let me live!” DeMarcus argued.

“It’s a hotel across the way. Maybe you should sleep it off.” Erik suggested.

“I got a Lyft here but I’m definitely getting a room for the night. Those martinis caught up with me,” Teairra said.

“I’ll get you some water.”

Erik left to grab her some water from the bar. Blackbird was wall-to-wall filled with people. Erik couldn’t even hear himself think. He made it to the bar after shoving past some people. He flagged down a woman with electric blue hair and she made her way over towards him. Erik ordered three waters and she gave him three bottles. On his way back to the pool table, Leo and Toni were talking closely. Erik searched and there was no sign of Teairra or DeMarcus.

“Where did they go?” Erik interrupted.

“De went to the bathroom. Not sure where Teairra went.” Toni replied.

The mention of the bathroom made Erik feel the urge to relieve himself. He sat the bottles down and walked towards the men’s. When he arrived, he opened the door and it was mostly empty except for the first stall. Erik could see two pairs of feet from beneath the stall. A man and a woman. He walked over to the urinal and while he relieved himself, he could hear sucking and slurping sounds coming from the stall. He already knew what was up.

“Mmm, yeah…suck that dick, T.”

Erik flushed and went to wash his hands. He could only shake his head. The noises grew louder and shuffling intensified.

“Mhmm…”

“This nigga…”

“Erik?”

The stall door pushed open and standing there, spit covered dick hanging out through the opening of his briefs, shirt pushed up beneath his chin, was DeMarcus. Teairra was crouched down in her stilettos with one hand full of dick and the other reaching out to keep the door open. Her lips down to her exposed chest was covered in spit. Her once pristine makeup was now ruined from the amount of tears that had fallen from deep throating. Erik couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“What the fuck, T?” DeMarcus blurted out with agitation.

“What? He can join us if he wants. I’d love to suck both of you off…I wanna see what that dick tastes like…I bet it’s pretty…isn’t it, Doctor?”

Erik felt his dick jump. He had to get out of there and fast. The bourbon coursing through his body mixed with the sudden horniness was all too much.

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Suit yourself, maybe next time then.”

Teairra winked at him before turning to suck DeMarcus off again. She didn’t even shut the stall door. She was throating him with no hands all the way down to the base. DeMarcus threw his head back and groaned. Teairra dropped her hand from the stall door to grab DeMarcus by the balls. The door slowly closed, hiding them from sight. Erik walked out and he tried to shake the feeling of his hard dick pressed painfully against his jeans.

“You good?” Toni asked.

Leo gave Erik a weird look. Erik grabbed his Jean jacket and proceeded to slip it on.

“E?” Leo tapped him on the arm, “What’s up?”

“…DeMarcus is getting his dick sucked by Teairra in the bathroom.”

Toni and Leo looked at each other with big grins. They started laughing, too far gone off of whatever they were drinking.

“Couldn’t even wait to get back to the hotel! Damn! She doesn’t waste time…”

“DeMarcus better clean himself off well before going back home to Yvette…”

Erik checked the time on his phone. It was after 11 pm and he was jaded.

“Listen, I’m about to head out.” Erik announced.

“So are we. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.” Leo said.

“Yeah, let me get back to Emerald.”

They all said their goodbyes with hugs and handshakes. Neither of them cared about DeMarcus or Teairra. They all knew he was going back to the hotel with her to finish.

Sienna was dropped off at her apartment by one of her girl friends that she hadn’t seen in months due to school. Dressed in a dark wash denim mini dress with platform pink heels, Sienna waved goodbye, almost tripping in her shoes when she stepped up onto the curb. They shared a laugh before Sienna entered her building.

She fixed the front of her dress, frustrated that it had slipped. Inside, Sienna rode the elevator up to her apartment and quickly made her way inside because her feet were killing her. She decided on a last minute dinner celebration and had one too many green tea shots. It felt like the room was spinning. She clumsily made her way over to one of her sofas, flopping down haphazardly before bending over to loosen the straps that wrapped around her calves.

Giggling to herself, Sienna placed her shoes to the side so that she could stand. She walked towards the kitchen to grab herself some water and a liquid IV packet. She proceeded to mix it in a cup and afterwards she walked back to the living room. Sienna wasn’t quite ready to get in bed, too excited and turnt to rest. She was so close to the finish line. All of that hard work will finally pay off. In just a few short weeks, she’ll be graduating. Her pinning ceremony is within a week, and she had a photo shoot set up for her cap and gown pictures.

Sienna drank her liquid IV and decided to put on some music. R&B playlist on, she stood up to go take off her dress and put on a robe. On her way to her room, Sienna’s phone buzzed. She sat her shoes down next to her bed and opened her bag to retrieve her phone. There, she could see that Erik was calling. She smiled to herself before accepting the call.

“Are you home?”

“Hello to you too, Sir,” Sienna rolled her eyes, “To answer your question, yes, I am. I just got in.”

Sienna could tell that he was driving.

“I’m on my way.”

“Did you just get off work?”

“No. I went out for drinks. I have a story to tell you.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Aight, I’m five minutes out. I’ll see you when I get there.”

“Okay, drive safely. Love you.”

“Love you too, lil’ mama.”

Sienna had plans to do a late night Only Fans session. Maybe this could be the introduction into Erik being a part of it. Why not? That’s her man. She’d been doing sex work less and less since being with Erik and she missed it. She no longer needed the money, but the fantasy of so many people tuning in to watch her fuck her man turned her on something serious. That was her entire aesthetic anyway. Be a slutty sugar baby for an older man. And her boyfriend is all of that.

Sienna took a quick shower and when she finished, she rubbed down with some scented body oil and Orphic body shimmer oil. Her makeup was still intact and she quickly set up to film. She could hear the door opening so she made her way out of the room, cracking the door. She secured her magenta, silk robe around her body and spotted Erik taking off his shoes and denim jacket. He looked delicious. She could smell his cologne from where she stood. His shoulder-length locs framed his handsome face, giving him a rugged look.

“Hey, daddy…”

Erik’s onyx eyes fell on her and he paused, raking his eyes up and down her body. No matter how many times he saw her, she still got the same butterflies in her stomach. Sienna blushed as she made her way over to him. Arms up and around his shoulders, her robe slid open revealing some cleavage and a little thigh. Erik scooped her up, lifting her off of the floor with his arms circling her waist while she was pressed against him. Sienna gripped his face and leaned in for a kiss. They swapped spit and tongued each other down. Sienna could taste the top shelf bourbon on his tongue. She broke the kiss and stared into his eyes longingly while rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs.

“I missed you…I’m so proud of you.”

“I missed you too. Thank you, daddy,” Sienna smiled, “How was your day?”

Erik walked over to the couch with her still in his arms. He carefully sat down, Sienna straddling his waist. Erik rubbed his hands up and down her ass over the silk robe repeatedly. He rested his head back against the sofa so that he could get a better look at her. His eyes were low and she could feel his brick hard dick against her pussy lips.

“It was crazy. Back to back cases. I took a break after three cases to go down to Radiology and do some readings. I knocked that out in an hour. Went out for drinks…how was your day?”

Sienna toyed with his chain, “Amazing. I went out to eat and had drinks with a good friend of mine. I’m seeing her tomorrow too.”

“Sounds like a good time…”

Sienna gave Erik a timid smile. He pinched her cheek.

“So, what did you want to tell me?”

“Oh,” Erik sat up, “So, I caught up with an old buddy of mine named DeMarcus. He worked the cases with me today, he’s an assistant anesthesia tech. Anyway, he invited me out and I invited Toni and Leo. Jamie couldn’t make it. So, DeMarcus invited Teairra…”

“…Teairra from work?” Sienna asked.

“Yeah, the nurse. She came into the break room and caught up with DeMarcus. So, she showed up tonight with us at this bar called Blackbird. DeMarcus and Teairra have history…they used to mess around during overnight shifts back in the day…”

“Doesn’t Teairra have a crush on you?”

Erik hesitated to respond. Sienna doesn’t like Teairra; she's too touchy-feely. Doesn’t know boundaries. Sienna already knew she was on that same type of shit tonight. She was visibly and rightfully annoyed.

“Why was she even there with a bunch of men? Like what did she think was going to happen? Spinning on all y’all dicks?” Sienna argued.

“Baby, calm down. She tried it but I wasn’t giving her the satisfaction. She ended up sucking dick in the bathroom before I left anyway…DeMarcus. And he’s married with kids. He’s been cheating on his girl for a while now…”

“I’m irritated. Did she touch you?”

Erik’s eyes bore into Sienna’s.

“She kind of…stroked my arm…that’s it. Everything else was just staring me down…”

Sienna’s brows snapped together. She was pissed. Erik tried to sooth her by stroking her arms.

“How did you know she was sucking dick in the bathroom?”

Erik observed her body language closely. Despite her being upset, he was so turned on in the moment. She was doing things to him with that cute frown on her face and the bratty tone of her voice. It was rare that he’d witnessed Sienna like this.

“…I saw them. I saw her sucking his dick…she pushed open the door to the stall so I could see…”

Sienna drew her bottom lip into her mouth and looked up at the ceiling. She folded her arms beneath her breast causing them to sit up and point out at Erik’s face. He could see her nipples straining against the silk. He licked his lips and fought the urge to yank that robe open and suck on her nipples.

“Sienna?”

“What?”

She looked down at him finally with a screwed up face.

“I told you, nothing happened. Why are you so upset?”

She unfolded her arms and her breasts bounced.

“Because, I don’t like her. She wants you and you’re mine. You’re my daddy…”

She pouted and went to lift from Erik. He trapped her with his hands on her waist.

“Sienna, look at me…”

She exhaled before rolling her eyes down towards him.

“Are you sassing me, lil’ mama?”

“Why did you watch? Did you like watching her suck dick?”

Erik looked Sienna up and down. He did. It turned him on. It’s not like he wanted Teairra to suck his dick. Erik has a serious voyeurism fetish. Sienna knows this. She does as well.

“Baby girl…I’m not gonna lie to you…it did turn me on. But, I don’t want her, I want you.”

Erik stroked Sienna’s chin while she stared into his eyes.

“I am your daddy. And you’re my baby.”

“…she wants you so bad. But you’re mine.”

“I am,” Erik smirked, “I am yours. All of me. She wanted to taste this dick and see how pretty it is…her loss.”

Sienna shifted her hips on Erik. His dick was practically knocking at the seam of his pants to be freed. He needed to be ten inches and balls deep in her tight wet puss expeditiously.

“She said that?” Sienna questioned.

“Yeah…all while sucking his dick.”

Sienna scowled.

“That bitch…”

“That bitch ain’t getting this dick though. You know why…”

Sienna looked into Erik’s eyes.

“That’s my dick.”

“Mhm…your dick, Princess. All yours…”

“And she can’t have it…”

Erik licked his lips. Sienna reached between them so she could grip Erik’s bulge. She made a whimper sound in her throat that had Erik biting his lip hard. He wanted to hear her make that sound on a never ending loop while he beat that pussy up.

“Daddy…I’m taking that dick right now.”

Sienna pushed off of Erik and took off her robe. Erik watched that robe fall from her body and the way her skin glowed and glistened with whatever she put on had him stuck. He couldn’t look away.

“Damn, baby…”

He reached out to touch her but Sienna smacked his hand away. Erik cut his eyes at her, staring at her like she lost her mind.

“You don’t get to touch me yet. You owe me for what you did tonight. That dick belongs to me…”

So, she was going to dominate him? Erik could only size her up with a half, dimpled smirk. That won’t last. She’s too much of a submissive. All Erik has to do is whip his big boy out and she’s on her knees.

“I have a surprise for you in the room, daddy…”

Erik didn’t hesitate to push himself off of the sofa. Fixing his strained erection, he followed Sienna to her room. She pushed the door open and Erik walked in. His eyes scanned the room and he noticed that she’d set up to film. He looked at her with an arched brow. Sienna walked out of her closet after two minutes wearing knee-high white socks with pink bows on them and matching kitten ears.

“Get undressed. I want you to lay on your back…”

Erik took his time taking off his clothes. With only his briefs left, he didn’t tear his eyes away from Sienna while he pushed them past his hips. That big dick sprung free and bounced between his legs. Sienna’s eyes followed the motion of his balls and dick swaying back and forth. So pretty and smooth with bulging veins and a fat tip. She could feel her walls clenching in preparation.

“Mmm…it’s definitely pretty…”

Sienna crawled onto the bed and turned around so that Erik could have a view of her pussy from the back. Sienna arched her back deep and when she did, her cheeks spread and he could see an opal butt plug in her ass. He sucked his lip into his mouth and grunted.

“That fat pussy is wet, baby girl…that plug is beautiful in that ass too…mm…you tryna tell daddy something?”

“I’ve been training with my plugs because I want you to fuck me in my ass…”

Sienna spread her cheeks with her hand and that pink puss spread open. She was dripping. That clit was nice and hard, her labia glistened and begged to be sucked on, and her wet hole wouldn’t stop leaking. So juicy and ready for his tongue and dick.

“Sienna…” Erik wrapped a fist around his dick and jerked.

“I want you to lay back daddy so I can ride your face…”

Sienna made room for Erik to climb in bed. She had the camera facing away so his face wouldn’t be revealed, only seeing his lower half. He laid back against her pillows and Sienna got on top of him. They were in a 69 position. Erik’s girthy length was definitely camera ready. The ring light made the vein on the underside of his dick pop out. Sienna could feel him spreading her wide to the point where she could feel cool air on her clit.

“Mmm, yes, eat that young pussy…gobble it up…”

Sienna stared into the camera while Erik’s big dick sat against her cheek. She rubbed her face along his length like a dick-crazed slut. Her tongue swiped from his balls all the way to the tip. With each pass of her tongue, she would leave behind a trail of spit that shined.

“I love this big, daddy dick so much…”

Sienna opened up and sat his dick in the back of her throat. She made herself gag on it. Erik was busy sucking on her pussy. Sienna sucked long and hard while cupping his balls in her hand. She would push up on his sack to force-feed her throat some dick. She became cross-eyed in a slut-induced trance. Her lips popped off when Erik started slurping loudly while spanking her ass.

“Yes! Mmm…daddy…keep doing that…you love the way my pussy tastes? Hmm?”

Sienna lifted her hips so she could rock back and forth on Erik’s tongue while sucking his dick. Each time her pussy would meet his tongue, Erik would swipe and flick her clit.

“I love the way your tongue feels on my pussy…”

His big dick was back in her mouth like it never left. With a roll of her neck and a tighter grip of her lips, Sienna sucked like her life depended on it. Saliva formed bubbles that trailed down to Erik’s balls. She had his ass then. He popped his thick lips off her folds and moaned into her pussy.

“Uhhhh, fuck…suck that fuckin’ dick, Princess. Eat daddy’s dick up…fuuuuckkkkkkk….”

Erik went back to feasting on Sienna’s pussy. His tongue caught her creamy lips and he cleaned her up before sucking her clit again to produce more. She was a mess. His lips were covered in her arousal. The most he’d ever witnessed. This Onlyfans shit must be a huge turn on for her.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum in your mouth!”

Sienna jerked Erik’s spit-covered dick while her face frowned with ecstasy. Her body shook with her release, Erik’s face practically between her cheeks. He didn’t stop eating her pussy. Sienna slurped on Erik’s tip while fisting his dick and she could see his thigh muscles contract and his toes curl. He was about to give her a nut to remember.

“Give me that nut daddy…I want it all over my face…”

“Mhmmmmm,” Erik could only hum because Sienna’s hefty cheeks were sitting on his face.

“It’s so thick…I can feel it swelling in my hand…this big dick…cum for me…give me that cum…I want it…”

“Hmm! Mmm! Hmm!”

His cum shot out from his slit and landed all over her chin and lips. The more she jerked and sucked, the more he came. That creamy, white nut trickled down to his balls and Sienna didn’t leave any of it behind. She stared into the camera with her doe eyes while covered in cum.

She lifted off of his face so he could breath and Erik sat up while Sienna moved to his side so that they could focus on his dick. He was still rock hard, dick saluted and balls tight. He was ready for more, and it always amazed Sienna how much stamina he had for his age. He could go multiple rounds and keep up with her.

Jerking his dick, Sienna and Erik kissed, aware that his cum was still on her face. Sienna broke the kiss and stared Erik in the eyes while slowly beating his dick.

“Who’s dick is this?” She whispered seductively.

Erik licked his lips, “Yours…”

“This my dick, daddy?”

“Mhm…”

Sienna started licking and sucking on Erik’s neck.

“I wanna ride my dick…”

“You better ride it all the way, baby girl…”

“That’s how I do it, I want all this dick in my pussy…”

Erik smirked at her, “I wanna feel that pussy deep. If you gon’ take charge, you better do it right or I’m a fuck you myself.”

“When have I ever backed down from a challenge? Hmm?” Sienna replied sassily.

“Let’s not get bold for your fans, Princess. You know daddy have that ass crying. I’m extra hard right now too,” Erik took it upon himself to show her just how hard, “Don’t think because that puss nice and ripe I won’t dig you a new fuckin’ hole.”

Sienna almost came from his words alone. Such a nasty man. She could only whimper as she threw one thick leg over him to straddle him. Erik’s wide palm with outstretched fingers whacked each mocha cheek with force. The feeling of his hand spanking her sent a vibration down to her clit.

“Do that again, Unh,” Sienna arched her back over Erik and started twerking her ass. Erik alternates his spanking, his hand coming down with force. Her flesh stung so good and the closer his hands were to her pussy, the more she leaked.

“Put this dick in, Sienna. Hurry up.”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“C’mon, lil mama. Get on this dick before you make me mad.”

She did as she was told even though she was supposed to be the one dominating him. Sienna pointed his tip at her opening and she thrust her hips back so he could slide in. He looked into her eyes and she looked at him with a stuck expression on her face.

“Mhm,” whack! “Ride this fat dick.”

“This dick feels so much bigger inside of me!”

Her ass sat on his balls. Sienna positioned herself so she could rock back on him. Planting her hands against the bed, Sienna started bouncing. Her ass ricocheted and created a loud collision. Erik kept his arms outstretched, fighting the urge to grab her waist, plant his feet into the mattress, and ram his dick in. She was doing her thing though, wetting his dick up good.

“That’s it, fuck this dick, Princess. Good girl…show me this dick is yours…get down on this dick…”

“Yes! Oh, fuck,” Sienna felt chills all over, “It’s hitting my spot!”

They could both tell. Erik could feel her walls repeatedly squeeze him and the way he glided in and out of her pussy had his lip poked out and his eyes low. That pussy was creamin’ all over his dick. Sienna could feel nothing but his thick pole wet and hard going in and out of her never ending. It sent tingles all throughout her pussy.

Sienna looked back and she gasped. Creamy and wet. It was a beautiful sight. She was loving that dick in her pussy so much that she had to get up on her feet to ride it. Erik made a fist with his hands. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. Sienna looked down at him with spit hanging from her mouth and her eyes crossing. She was cumming.

“Look at that dumb, stuck look on your fuckin’ face. You cummin’ ain’t you? Huh?!”

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Shitttttttttttttt—”

Sienna came down on Erik’s dick and squirted. Her body convulsed out of control. Erik had to hold her in place, afraid that she would fall off. The mess she made was nothing but a sticky, creamy, puddle. Erik’s dick slipped out of her wet hole and he sat up on his elbows to admire it. Damn, he wanted to taste it. His tongue ached to taste it. With a glint in his eye, Erik gave Sienna a look that told her ‘end this Onlyfans shit right fucking now’. Sienna took the hint and ended the recording, planning to upload it later.

“I want you to look at all this mess you made on me…”

Sienna peered down at Erik’s dick. She formed a crease in her brow while sucking on her finger.

“Clean your mess up. Get down there and clean this dick off.” Erik barked out.

Sienna didn’t hesitate to put her face between his legs and clean his big dick off. Erik was still solid and ready for more.

“Yeah…you know not to forget these nuts…now, who’s in charge?”

Sienna pulled her lips off of his sack to stare at him.

“You.” She replied with a small voice.

“Show me that pretty ass pussy…”

Sienna turned to face him. She leaned back on her hands, got up on her feet, and spread her thighs. That flower opened up and all he could see was a wet and gushy mess. It was all over her lips, clit, and inner thighs.

“Damn…lil’ mama…”

Erik sat up and got down on his knees on the floor. He dragged Sienna towards the edge of the bed and instructed her to stay just like that. Pussy opened wide, legs pushed out, and eyes on him. Erik looked up at her through his lashes, curled his long tongue, and licked to his heart's desire. Sienna chewed on her bottom lip and fought the urge to close her eyes. He cleaned off her inner thighs so attentively. Each pussy lip he would suck into his mouth leaving behind a trail of spit. This man was a fucking pussy monster. She couldn’t hold her weight anymore. That didn’t fucking matter to Erik, he had her knees by her ears and his plump lips all over her pussy.

“Daddy…daddy, please,” Sienna cried.

Literal tears streamed down her face. It was that good and that overwhelming. Her inner thighs bounced out of control and she gave into the feeling as his lips sucked her clit. One weak hand reached out to put his locs into a tight grip.

“Unhhhhh, uhhh, unhhhh, unh—uh-–uhn–uhhhhh—”

She cried with her release. Erik kissed up her stomach until he was face to face with her. He tongued her down before dragging his tongue down her neck and then he gripped her titties, pushed them together, and feasted on them. This fine ass, grown man knew how to make her body feel and do things she’d never experienced. It was overwhelming and refreshing at the same time.

“Keep your legs open just like this…this how I’m fucking you now…”

“Huhhhhh—”

He was back inside and balls deep. Erik sat up, locs swinging in his face, built body working overtime to fuck her. He had her ankles pinned back so she couldn’t move. Sienna clawed the sheets and stared down the valley of her body at Erik beating her pussy up.

“Such a big girl…mmm…you take dick so good, baby…just how daddy likes it…ready for this dick all right…dick hittin’ that pussy, yeah?”

She was squirting again but Erik fucked through all of that.

“I want that ass next.”

His tone was rough. She couldn’t wait.

“I can’t wait—daddy!”

Erik held his dick deep and thumbed her clit. She came again.

“Look at this shit…”

Erik withdrew his hips and Sienna looked down at how messy his dick was. He moved his hips so that his dick could glide between her folds.

“I'm taking this plug out now, okay?”

Erik didn’t wait for her response. He gently tugged and the tight sphincter of her anus contracted. She moaned at the sensation, more than ready to feel his dick in her ass. She’d prepared for this moment long enough. It was time. She showed him where her lube is and Erik made sure to use enough to make the experience more enjoyable.

“Aight, turn around and arch your back…”

Sienna got into position. Erik folded her legs and climbed onto the bed, standing above her. He crouched down and aimed his dick for her ass. His tip sat at her ass and then he pushed, her back-door entrance opening. She. Clenched up and sucked him in, Erik hissing from the sensation.

“Oh my goodness…”

Sienna exhaled, relaxing her body while Erik pushed deeper.

“It’s going in my ass…fuck, it’s going in my ass…”

Mouth hanging open, eyes wide, Sienna could only look up at Erik. He caught her eye and winked at her with a lick of his lips. He was finally all the way inside.

“Tight ass…damn, damn, damn….”

He pulled back and Sienna gasped.

“Spread your legs…keep that ass open, Princess.”

“It’s so much…”

“I know, but it feels good, right?”

“Yes…”

It was such a great feeling.

“Let me dig this ass out…”

He increased the tempo. Sienna gripped the sheets. To feel his big dick from tip to base go in and out of her had her speechless. Erik got down on his knees behind her and kept her cheeks spread open with his large hands. Now, he was going faster. Sienna drooled onto the bed.

“Fuck my ass, daddy…”

“Fuck this ass? You want me to dig you out?”

“Please!”

Clap! Clap! Clap!

“OH FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!”

Erik had Sienna by her shoulders. Tears streamed down her cheeks while her ass continued to get pounded out.

“FUCK MY ASS GOOD, DADDY!”

Her pussy leaked. Erik noticed and swiped his thumb between her folds until he found her clit. With all her wetness, he flicked her clit with his thumb.

“That clit is nice and fat right now. Ass so fuckin’ tight…gotta open this tight shit up.”

“You fuck ass like that?!”

Sienna was astonished. She loved anal. This man could use all her holes. She wasn’t letting him go. He was the complete package. He pinched and tugged on her hanging clit and labia and that sensation mixed with his dick pounding her ass out had Sienna seeing the galaxy.

“You nasty, good pussy, tight ass, deep throat slut!!!!”

She loved his degradation.

“I’m your nasty slut!—”

“As long as you know who the fuck you belong to! Ugh!”

“Are you cumming daddy?! Please cum in my ass! Please!”

“I fuckin’ love you!”

Erik’s balls slapped Sienna’s clit harder. Harder and harder. He was about to explode. Her asshole got the pounding of her life. She buried her face into the sheets as sweat poured from her body.

“Ugh! FUCK!”

Hot cum filled her ass. She was dizzy with lust and her body ached for more.

“Daddy…fill my ass…”

“Gahdamn, Sienna…”

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crazymadpassionatelove · 9 months ago

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Cool Fiancè

Notes: 18+ sex mentioned

Special shout-out to @ab4eva and her fabulous editing skills! This is the second installment in my cool girl saga. Read Part 1 here

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Five Things to know about Austin Butler’s New Fiance ::

Although his reps couldn't be reached for comment, sources close to the Elvis actor confirm he has popped the question to his mysterious lady love!

Butler and the stunning brunette were recently spotted at the iconic Les Puces market in Paris last Friday, and she seemed to be sporting a new accessory. Austin was dressed in a black leather jacket, a white v neck tee, and black moto boots. She was clad in a classic trench coat and vintage Dior kitten heels as she kept her head down and let the winner lead the way. His face was mostly obscured by aviator sunglasses, but his smile was very apparent according to onlookers. “Austin was holding her hand and pointing out jewelry at different booths. They were very friendly with local vendors and Austin ended up buying her a gold charm bracelet. He told the dealer the bracelet was a momento to celebrate their recent engagement,” a fellow American tourist overheard. The twosome reportedly spent the prior week soaking in the city of lights and meeting with the YSL fashion house. Austin was recently tapped as the brand's newest ambassador.

Since returning stateside paparazzi pics have finally surfaced and revealed a closer look at that ring. Montana based indie jeweler Jada Kaye has been revealed as the designer of that serious sparkler. The 5 carat, flawless emerald-cut emerald is set in solid gold and flanked by two white diamonds on either side. Inside sources told Elle Magazine that Kaye and Butler worked closely together to craft the one of a kind creation. There's even rumored to be an inscription on the inside that's significant to the couple and the ring is estimated to cost a cool $100,000. Austin's fiancè was photographed heading into a ballet studio yesterday wearing pink tights, a pink leotard, Ugg boots, and of course that ring. Her curly dark brown hair was slicked back into a bun and she seemed to be sporting a pair of the actor's sunglasses.

Here's everything you need to know about the future Mrs. Austin Butler;

She's from New England —

A, as she's known, was born in Rhode Island. She grew up splitting her time between Rhode Island and Kennebunkport, Maine. Her teenage years were spent working the local Del’s lemonade truck, former neighbors say. She attended the Rhode Island School of Design after high school but never graduated.

She and Austin met via her former job –

Whilst working at the New York location of Vibrant Vintage, A, served as the fashion archives buyer. She also happened to be on hand when Butler visited the store. Supposedly she helped him find the perfect pair of leather boots, and the rest is history. Things clearly moved quickly between the two lovebirds, with A relocating to Los Angeles not long after. According to Vibrant Vintage, she is no longer employed there but “remains a close friend and consultant,” says their PR team.

She's a hit with his friends –

She organized a birthday party for her man’s co-star and close friend, Callum Turner. Turner posted an Instagram story showing off a fairly large garden party celebration and a “homemade blueberry glaze cake” according to the post. “Huge thanks to Austin's lovely lady xx” accompanied the video footage. She and Austin were also seen dining with his other Masters of the Air co-star, Nate Mann, while in Paris recently.

They've (supposedly ) got matching ink –

An unnamed employee at the iconic Bang Bang tattoo in NYC has said that Austin and A made a late night visit to the tattoo studio. Where exactly are the said-to-be matching minimalistic tattoos? Reportedly, Austin was inked on his left hip and A on her inner left thigh.

Old fashioned love letters are her thing -

Notably social media shy, Austin and A have taken up the lost art of handwritten love notes. Sources exclusively say that custom monogrammed stationery was crafted for the duo whilst Austin was filming in England. The hand pressed, vintage inspired paper bears a unique coat of arms style symbol with intertwining letter A’s and two sparrows (Fun fact! Sparrows mate for life and always find their way back, no matter how far they fly). While separated, the couple often writes letters to one another, even having the letters sent via jet instead of mail for privacy reasons!

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Suddenly one morning articles begin to pour in about your engagement. It catches you off guard, that ring akin to a skating rink has been sitting pretty on your hand for a bit now. The engagement had happened so naturally as everything with the two of you seems to. In the early morning hours while his swollen, rock hard member thrusts into you repeatedly you begin to awaken. On your side, his teeth clamp down on your shoulder as his finger twirls round the curls at the nape of your neck.

His gasps and needy groans tickle your ear. “Couldn't help myself..”, he shudders as you suddenly clamp down around him, barely able to register it all. You stretch and arch, allowing him the room and space to take what he needs. It is his after all. His teeth and pillowy soft lips mark your shoulder blades and when you reach down to where the two of you are joined, you feel his very full balls. Your newly manicured fingers tease and tug the best you can, scrunched up like some sort of acrobat. “Ugh, ugh…baby… you're gonna make me -”. Then he does. Hot, viscous, cream floods you and makes you sigh in a contented whimper. “Thanks darlin’,” he pets your head and you close your eyes dreamily. That is until you hear him rustling around in the bedside table next to him.

You cock open an eye, figuring he's looking for smokes or even the book he had been reading late last night. Your hands are stretched above your head, gripping a pillow. The perfect position for him to suddenly slip the most gorgeous piece of jewelry you've ever seen onto your finger. When your eyes shoot open and you jump up, he's lying there grinning that smile that makes you weak at the knees. “Will you be my wife?” As if your answer would be anything but yes, please Daddy. You smother him in kisses, straddling him and giggling. It's the perfect moment, the perfect proposal. You were never one to want a fireworks display or heaven forbid, those ridiculous and wasteful walls of flowers other celebrities seem to have for every occasion. This private, simple moment is everything you could ask for.

You feel the sudden urge to take him in your mouth despite him just finishing. With your head hanging off the side of the bed, you take him down your throat. Choking and gagging, you really give it your all. Fighting to keep your eyes open so you can see the way his lip curls and his eyes slam shut. Talking is always your thing. This time, though, he's sputtering and rasping words of utter devotion and love. Promises to worship your body until the day he dies. My perfect, perfect wife. Soon you can't be sure if the tears are from his cock down your throat, or his beautiful words. Maybe both. Those pretty boy fingers twist and tug on your nipples and then crawl lower and flick that special spot. The only fireworks you enjoy happen, twice for you actually. He's so dutiful and charming, when you're done pulling yourself back together and fixing your hair, he's handing you a surprise glass of champagne. What a way to mark the occasion.

You decline a proper press announcement. Phone and FaceTime calls follow to those who truly matter to you both - your families, both absolutely thrilled. Then Baz, Cal, The Presley's, everyone can't stop gushing about how perfect you are for each other. That ring, oh how sweet he designed it himself. You come up with a family-appropriate story to describe the proposal and the evening that followed, conveniently leaving out the mind-blowing sex the two of you have all over the house and in the hot tub. Why do things feel so different now that you're engaged? You can't get over the way the light hits the ring as you stroke him and something in that dirty girl heart of yours feels like it's really, truly, official when you have to clean his cum off the stone.

He's due back to set for some reshoots a few days later and of course you follow. Bringing throw pillows from your living room to spruce up his trailer and plotting out how to plan the most private, under the radar wedding possible while you lounge in his trailer in a cute little dress you sew yourself from vintage scarves bought in London. Your newest hobby, that and the ballet classes. He yammers on and on about wanting to sneak in and see you dance. You're sure it's just the tights and leotards spurring his interest though, let's be real. The paparazzi are as relentless as ever, but head down with big sunglasses helps keep the chaos at bay.

You visit Disney World, a whole crew, the two of you, your families, friends with their little ones. Thankfully Disney security is familiar with celebrity guests and you can actually let your guard down for once. Which is good, because seeing Austin chase after your friend's newly toddling little ones makes your stomach flip flop with joy. You make a mental note to expedite the wedding plans, he makes it known that he's chomping at the bit to be a father. When you visit Main Street, you decide a pair of new Mickey ears are in order. Gold stitching with Mrs. Butler is what you finally decide on after Austin's encouragement, his hand on your lower back as you walk miles and miles around the park with hands full of churros and cotton candy. Sure, some overzealous fans snap cell phone pics of you with your ears and immediately post them to those ridiculous Austin fan blogs who've now decided you are the evil villain in his story. You won't allow them to burst your Disney bubble though. Your fairytale is just beginning after all.

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year ago

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Femme Fatale Guide: My Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Pima cotton long-sleeve tees (I like the Supima ones from Everlane for every day)

Contour body suits (I like the Express Bodycon Compression line and Spanx bodysuits in vegan leather/silk)

Silk button downs

Structured cotton button-down

Cashmere sweaters (crewneck, turtleneck, polo neck, etc. – Everlane, Nadaam, and Cuyana are great affordable options)

Zippered knitwear (I like options from Pixie Market, Naadam, COS, Ganni, Helmut Lang, Nanushka, and more)

Black high-waisted tailored trousers (bootcut, flared, and straight leg)

Black high-waisted jeans (straight and bootcut for me!)

Elevated stretch pants (I like the Norma Kamali Boot Pant and Spanx Perfect Pant for this)

Cashmere trouser

Cashmere hoodie

Thick, well-structured black sweatshirt

High-waisted straight-leg leather pants

Long-sleeve black sweater dress

Maxi-length black satin slip dress

Leather/quilted/tweed mini skirt

Long knit skirt (love a co-ord top for this, too)

Perfectly-tailored longline, single-breasted black blazer

Tailored hourglass blazer

Leather blazer

Classic leather moto jacket

Cropped patent leather jacket

Lightweight wool/satin duster coat

Black cotton trench/leather trench coat

Black tweed jacket with elevated hardware

Structured black wool coat

Leather puff jacket

Minimalist white sneakers

Black block-heeled, sleek square-toed/pointy-toe boots

Modern black loafers

Croc-embossed black boot

Black moto/lace-up boot or minimalist platform boot

Stiletto heel, pointy toe black boot (one short and one knee high length to dress up any outfit)

Western-inspired boot

Sleek and sexy black pumps

Structured black tote/shoulder bag

Structured crossbody bag

Small shoulder bag

Novelty/fun top handle bag (beaded, croc-embossed, crystal-embellishments, etc.)

Seamless bras/underwear

Control-top black tights (sheer and opaque)

Comfortable white and black ankle/crew socks

A cashmere, silk, or faux fur everyday scarf

Fingerless gloves

Chunky chain necklaces/bracelets

Delicate gold and silver chains (necklaces and bracelets)

Mixed-metal rings

Diamond-encrusted & cocktail rings

Ear cuffs and threader earrings

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Cashmere or silk loungewear/pajamas

A lace teddy

Cozy slippers

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cocrante · 9 months ago

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Boothill picks up Robin with his moto and knocks on the door, but Sunday opens it, scanning him from head to toe disapprovingly everything he sees: from the leather pants to those things that look like chains... Are they necklaces? What are they??

Robin going down the stairs as quickly as she can, looking beautiful in a pastel dress with a matching purse. She gives her brother a kiss on the cheek, promising not to be late, and disappears on the horizon, tightly embraced to her boyfriend.

Sunday, extremely worried, thinks he's taking her to some shady place, maybe to something clandestine like he saw on TV 😭😭 but instead they're just going to see a movie, the cheesiest romantic comedy ever. When they come out, Boothill takes her to dinner, and they share a strawberry milkshake, one of those where the straw forms a heart

#modern au #robinhill #honkai star rail #probably i like this ship just bc i like how sunday reacts about these two lmao #this trio is perfect

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 1 year ago

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sting, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader — mentions of husband!seokjin x reader

summary: “Please let me borrow your husband.” “You can if I can borrow Seokjin.” And so Min Yoongi was here, sitting on a ivory-colored leather sofa, surveying Kim Seokjin's wife with a critical eye. He hadn't expected to be in this position, but it was his wife's request and he never disappointed his lovely (devious) wife.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; the other side of the wife swap in honey, m (ksj) and Yoongi is about to fuck his hyung's wife, yup; D/s smut (fem reader, he is borderline mean, manhandling tbh, choking kink, hair pulling, nipple play, he spits on her tits, m-receiving oral / face fucking, ass + pussy slapping, m-masturbation, fingering, standing doggy, overstimulation / multiple orgasms); non-idol!BTS - dom!Yoongi x not-his-wife, sub!reader; Yoongi's POV

his outfit is inspired by the 'D-Day' Agust D ver PC photos, leather moto jacket and ripped jeans, and ofc his long black hair ;)

“It’s fun sometimes, to do the wrong thing and get away with no consequence.”

“Please stop giving me tangerines.”

“Ahahaha…”

If anyone was not afraid of falling in love with Kim Seokjin’s wife, it was definitely Min Yoongi. He set the fourth… actually, fifth tangerine onto the stack in front of him on the coffee table. This attempt at offering delicious fruits to lessen the obvious awkwardness was not working. It wasn’t that Yoongi did not like tangerines. He loved them. Refreshing snacks that came in their own compostable packaging? Truly nature’s finest work.

“If you want my fingers stuffed in your holes, it would be rude of me to cover them in tangerine juice,” he explained calmly, pushing back his long dark hair and raising an eyebrow at Kim Seokjin’s wife.

She turned pink and started sputtering.

He remained calm and expressionless, recalling the conversation that made it come to this.

“She’s interested in you,” his wife had said with a small smile.

“In me?”

“As she should be, because my husband is handsome, talented, and a sex god.”

Yoongi hadn’t married his wife because she was humble; she was simply honest.

Obviously.

He had been called to action and he intended to fulfill his promise. Interested in him, hm? Yoongi wasn’t one to boast about his sexual prowess himself and, anyway, he was infinitely better now than before his wife. Took a god to create another, right? He half-smiled, knowing his wife would enjoy such a comment. But he had to put those thoughts away at the moment and not be disingenuous to the lovely lady in front of him. His hyung had taste in women, all right. She was pretty in the way that was easily approachable. Kind eyes and a soft demeanor. He knew Seokjin’s wife well enough to know she was usually had a more casual, clean style, but today she wore a black slip dress with a matching black lace bolero. The seams of the dress framed those juicy tits perfectly. No bra either. Such easy access. The dress was within her realm but fancier and sexier. He suspected that the outfit was his wife’s encouragement to get him in the mood. Heh. She was really enjoying orchestrating all this, wasn’t she? She knew what made him tick and how to frame this moment to make him want it within his grasp.

A challenge.

Yoongi couldn’t refuse to back down from a challenge to himself.

In contrast, he had arrived in his worn, black leather moto jacket, faded white-and-grey t-shirt, and distressed acid-wash slate jeans. Again, his wife’s doing. He had asked her what to wear. She had suggested for him to dress comfortably – probably to create this juxtaposition on purpose. Most times, he tended to dress up when visiting Seokjin’s home. The, uh, neighborhood seemed to call for it. But not this time. He hadn’t even tied up his hair, just left it shaggy and unkempt, leaving him looking more roguish than usual.

He heard his wife’s growling whisper in his ear.

Stop fucking around.

He let out a slow breath and flicked his eyes up.

Raised an eyebrow.

Seokjin’s wife was attempting to say something to him, red-faced and wringing her hands adorably, but Yoongi raised his hand and placed a single finger on those soft, glimmering pink lips. No matter what, he had to remind himself of her position. Therefore, he was going to avoid using her name directly unless it was absolutely necessary. He also preferred less talking. He needed to be in his head to pull this off.

He stared into those wide, expectant eyes.

Spoke slowly, using the lower octave of his vocal range.

“The safe word is tangerine.”

These self-imposed boundaries were not because Yoongi didn’t like her as a person. He did, but Seokjin’s wife was not his wife, so the emotional turn-on was missing. And, unlike his wife, his domspace was in a deeper place. He had been spoiled by his love and her energy. She always coaxed out his darker desires with ease, but this time he had to bring out his primal side by himself to lead properly.

“You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question.”

He raised his chin, volume barely above a whisper.

“Do you understand?”

She nodded quickly.

A small spark raced down his spine and Yoongi licked his lips, removing his index finger from her lips.

In complete silence, he hooked two fingers around the hair elastic on his left wrist and pulled up, raising his arms in a creak of leather to tie back the top half of his hair. Partly to get it our of his eyes. He secured his ponytail and lowered his arms, trailing his gaze up the sheer thigh-high stockings to lush hips flush against the sofa cushions to small hands clasped tightly in front of her chest and then finally to shaking irises that were taking in his half-tied back hair.

Heh.

Her lips parted, simply staring at him.

The corner of his lips ticked upward.

Then he shot his arm out and grabbed her by the throat.

She yelped, hands flying up and gripping his wrist and edge of his palm, but Yoongi had done this many times. He immediately locked his hold but did not press inward. Instead, he pushed his shoulder forward, forcing her body to tip backwards slightly, suspending her upper body in the air.

“Ah, Yoongi-oppa–”

He closed his other hand over her mouth, gripping her cheeks tightly.

“What did I just say?” he warned.

Stern, with an edge of danger. She nodded very quickly even though technically this was not a question to agree to. He let it slide. He tilted his head, still covering her lips.

“Scared?”

The terror in those eyes was not as honest as it could be.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

He removed his hand and traced a line from temple to chin, keeping his touch feather-light and gentle.

“I’m only going to push the line of pleasure and pain,” he murmured.

Yoongi only had a vague idea of what was expected of him. He knew she wanted to be truly dominated as this was not usually part of her sex life. He didn’t really want to know specifics anyway. He only wanted to know what he could do that was different. The issue was that apparently his hyung couldn’t be detached and impartial. In short, Seokjin worried too much because he was too sweet. Sometimes he sacrificed acting so it didn’t affect his performance. He had strength and he could be overbearing, but not exactly in a rough take-what-you-want way.

Yoongi tucked a spare strand of hair behind that delicate ear.

“It might sting though.”

He noted the small gold hoops covered in diamonds. Hm. Pretty. Maybe he would ask for the brand later.

Then he smiled.

Calmly.

And choked her.

The sensation of power seeped into him. Thick, heavy, coating his senses, dripping like hot honey, drawing all of his focus into her surprised eyes, those petting fingertips stroking the exposed veins and tendons along the back of his larger hand, soft mewl calling for him, and Yoongi felt his lips curve into a knowing smirk, honing his attention on the submissive wordless plea falling from those lips.

He raised his body with one knee on the sofa, half-standing, hovering over her, adding pressure to the sides of her neck, slowing down the blood flow. A beautiful flower trapped in his clutches. He leaned in, tracing the edge of his teeth with his tongue.

He could almost taste the nectar.

“Hah…”

Let his breath warm those open lips, running his fingers through her hair.

“I would say, let’s play nice, but.”

His wickedness unfurled.

“I have no intention of playing nice.”

Yoongi tangled his fingers into her hair and yanked hard, relishing in the pained whine before taking it away by the throat, choking her into silence. Closed the distance, lips hovering over shaking lips, but he denied that too, dragging his tongue over her cheek, tasting flesh and anticipation.

“Did you really think I would kiss you?” he purred, letting the words stir and curl in the depths of his chest. “Let’s see if you can earn that gift, hm?”

He didn’t bother to be gentle. That wasn’t the point and, besides, that consideration was reserved for his love. He let go, simply releasing all the pressure instantly, and settled back onto the sofa, not even giving the grace of a glance in her direction. He heard her reel from the sudden punch of oxygen and freedom, collapsing slightly in wheezing coughs, and Yoongi immediately placed his hand onto her shoulder and shoved her to the floor, hooking his leg around her body and dragging her in front of him, on her knees.

She gasped, gripping his thighs, looking up with pained eyes.

He dragged himself forward, on the edge, and looked down with a grin.

“Pretty in pain.”

He let go of her shoulder and hooked his fingers over the edges of the bolero and the straps of the slinky slip dress, lifting and sliding them down her arms in one smooth motion. She squeaked, suddenly self-conscious but he knocked her hands away, tucking the upper half of the dress under her breasts, chuckling darkly. Nipples already hard, plush tits pushed up by the dress. He cupped his hand under her chin again, gripping tight. Lifted her up to set her back straight so her tits were pushed out, her exposed body between his open knees.

He made his voice was cold and as deep as possible.

“Show me how you play with your tits for your husband.”

Not choking yet, but her breathing was already short, whimpering. Slowly moving her hands from his legs and flattening her palms against her breasts, kneading them lightly, unsure how to proceed. He let it be humiliating. Not reacting, ticking his head and lifting his eyebrow. Did not remove his hand though, tipping her head back more in warning. She gasped, moaning softly as she pinched her nipples, pulling them out and toying with them more.

“Harder,” Yoongi growled.

Shaking whines as he watched her obey, pinching harder, squeezing her breasts so they spilled out against her fingers, her eyelids fluttering as he subtly applied pressure. He lowered his face, staring into her glazed-over eyes.

“What is the safe word?” he asked directly.

“T… T-Tangerine.”

Yoongi nodded. “Hm. Good girl.”

Her face lit up from the praise until he spat on her tits.

She yelped and her whole body jerked, glossy saliva dripping down the curves and sticking to her skin, but he ignored it, choking her hard as he raised his hips and unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand, speaking calmly and slowly.

“You said I reminded you of tangerines,” he mused, recalling the earlier conversation. “Soft on the inside, tough peel on the outside. Mmmm, but I don’t know about that.”

He abruptly let go again, sending her into a spiral of sensations. Rushing blood, tension broken, air flooding into her lungs, and he took the moment to lower his jeans and his underwear. He thought about removing more but honestly he enjoyed this power play more. He reached behind her and wound the lace bolero down, trapping her squirming arms. She was utterly confused and then suddenly frozen, staring at his hand around his hard cock. He ran his thumb against the side, locking her head in place with his other hand, spreading his fingers over the crown of her skull, bringing his hips forward without a word.

He licked his teeth, open-mouthed smirk dripping sin.

“Now, I know hyung wouldn’t marry a woman with a subpar mouth, so let’s see what you’ve got.”

He pushed her head down and thrust roughly into her throat.

He settled his other hand behind him before fucking her face, not fast but deep, enjoying the little jolt of her shoulders as he did so. Tight and soft, just as he liked. Not nearly enough tongue, but he didn’t fault her for the lack of technique. Probably not every day she got face-fucked in such an uncomfortable position. Therefore, he didn’t put the pressure on her to get him off but rather used her like a toy, back and forth, smacking his balls into her chin, tucking his tongue into his cheek as he looked down and watched her breasts bounce with his force. Her whimpers added vibration to pleasure, and he curled his fingers into her hair, imprisoning the position of her head so her mouth could serve his cock, each snap of the hips anchored by his torso and thighs, letting him put real force behind his action.

He remained silent and amused.

Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands were pinned down to her thighs. He saw her fingers twist into the hem of her dress, lifting it up. He kept the pace consistent, building his orgasm, feeling it to his core, wet, hot, tight, muffled cries stuffed back into her throat over and over again. He tilted his hips down, running the head of his cock along her tongue for more stimulation. The hardware of his moto jacket clicked with his repeated thrusts, the leather hot and stuffy, the kind of discomfort that only added to the mood. The whole situation reminded him slightly of how he had been back in the day, barely an adult thinking he could do whatever and whoever he wanted.

Feeling good by doing the wrong thing and getting away with no consequence.

He exhaled hard.

Small tears gathered against her lashes, the strain and desperation of being good blatantly evident.

“I see what your husband enjoys so much now.”

Her eyes opened a little.

Glassy.

Used.

Delicious.

He came down her throat, raising his hips to stuff it down.

Her eyes rolled back, whimpering and almost sobbing, hurriedly swallowing to breathe. He bit back his wince, oversensitivity crawling up his back, and pressed deeper, groaning as he felt his cock jerk in her tight throat, squishing more cum into her tongue. He pinned her head there, sucking in a hissing inhale to get his bearings, her breath warming his lower belly.

Good job, my darling.

Yoongi snarled deep in his chest. He knew his wife too well. Could nearly imagine her here, watching carefully and with that small smile that meant she believed he could do more. Be more. Push the limit. Fuck. He let go, throwing off his jacket as the woman between his legs gasped and moaned, spent from being used. But it wasn’t those hazy, lust-drunk eyes that were in his head.

However, you’re better than that, aren’t you?

He knew he was being stared at. He was a spectacle right now. His falling jeans, the tangle of chain and leather bracelets clinking on his wrists, the way the large t-shirt clung off his torso, his half-tied up long black hair, the faint sheen of sweat along his flushed cheekbones, and, finally, his furrowed brow and sharpened gaze, looking down at the pretty thing between his open legs.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

He didn’t waste time going to the bedroom.

He pulled the condom from his jacket pocket and yanked her up by the arm, bending her over the side of the ivory leather sofa. An unceremonious position for Kim Seokjin’s beautiful wife, but Yoongi didn’t give a shit. He peeled the lace bolero from her arms and tossed it onto the floor, shoving his hand down on her upper back. She squeaked, falling forward onto the cushions and his leather jacket, grabbing it tightly as he caught her waist, steadying her body just before harsh contact.

“Spread your legs,” he said coolly, borderline bored.

“B-But–”

Smack!

The flat of his palm instantly stuck her ass. She yelped and squirmed, stifling her cry by burying her face in his jacket, and he made no move to comfort, pushing down on her lower back so her round, inviting ass popped up more.

“You do not speak unless I ask you a direct question,” he sternly reminded.

She made a choked noise of agreement.

“Good girl.”

He couldn’t help but smile when she mewled softly at his words. So easy. He fanned his fingers over her ass, tapping lightly. Watched her fingers curl into his jacket, covering herself with his scent. He ghosted his touch over his half-hard cock and hummed, gently drumming his fingertips down, closer, leisurely.

Then he slapped her pussy.

Already wet, creating a loud squelching sound. She cried out, back arching, throwing her head back, and he continued, hard slap after slap, using the full expanse of his hand to amplify the sting to skin. She tried to close her legs and he forced them apart with his knee, casually stroking himself as he did so, unexpectedly interspersing hits between her ass and soaked pussy. No rhyme or rhythm, just deadly calm and his own soft sighs of satisfaction completely contrasting the force behind his hand. It was all too easy to slide his fingers down her slick slit.

Yoongi bent down, rubbing her clit firmly as he whispered above shaking shoulders.

“You want this cock inside you, don’t you?”

He only now noticed that he had slipped into his satoori, forgetting to speak properly. It didn’t seem to matter through, because she was clawing at his jacket and whining, yes, please, y-yes, a fresh wave of shuddering moans when he shoved two fingers into that tightness, viciously pumping them in and out. He kept her waiting, just for seconds longer, jacking himself off as he felt her walls suck him in, clinging and pulsating around his fingers, hot skin radiating against his.

Enough is enough, Yoongi told himself.

He debated on removing his shirt but decided he didn’t care. Reached back to his falling pants' pocket and pulled out the condom, pulling his fingers out to rip it open. Sweet honey clung to his knuckles but it didn’t hinder him. Seokjin’s wife gasping into the sofa, ass flushed pink, trembling legs struggling to hold herself up.

He rolled the condom down.

“Go ahead and scream.”

It was necessarily a scream per se, but it was a very loud feral cry that suddenly echoed about the living room the moment he shoved his full hardness deep inside, adding a snap of his hips to bottom out. He exhaled hard, gripping her ass and lifting it roughly to adjust the angle. Easy when she was melting against him, clawing at the sofa for some kind of hold. No need, but he didn’t say so, enjoying her euphoric agony. He could feel her ass grind into his crotch, inner walls gripping him tightly, and he secured his hold on her hips, locking his fingers, and began to fuck her right against her own sofa.

He hoped she remembered picking out the furniture.

Hoped she remembered discussing it with her husband and laughing as their butts tested various contestants before selecting this very particular one, only to be bent over it and taken like an animal, face against the cushions, the metal zipper of his leather jacket cutting into her breasts as she bunched it up under her chest, gasping and moaning from his powerful, deliberate thrusts. Yoongi made it last, choosing power over speed. He tensed his pelvis and leaned forward to get that depth, panting, pressing his fingertips into her waist hard enough to leave bruises.

“You wanted me to choke you, wasn’t that it?” he breathed out, heavy and raspy. “Where did you get the audacity to ask for something like that?”

“A-Aah, p-please… she–!”

He smacked his palm against the side of her hip and she cried out, throwing her head back, hands slipping against the leather. The answer didn’t really matter.

“And what make you think that you wouldn’t face the consequences?”

Yoongi was just in the mood to taunt.

He was nearing the edge so he gripped one of her shoulders, bending over her smaller body and slamming his hips into her ass, violent pleasure snaking into his veins. He looked down to see her face turned, cheek pressed into his jacket and the sofa, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut, whining pathetically as he buried his cock deep inside and hissed, feeling her pussy pulsate and clench around his jerking length.

No time to breathe.

He spread his fingers over her upper thigh and held tightly onto her shoulder, lifting her upper body up. Reflexively, her hands planted onto the sofa to support her, quivering arms and all, and that was exactly what he wanted.

With some effort, Yoongi twisted his right wrist and choked her.

His left hand slid down and he rubbed fast, tight circles over her swollen clit.

“Your boldness needs to be punished.”

Moaning, crying, whining, her whole body becoming rigid and then ransacked by shivers. Strangled whimpers of his name but Yoongi didn’t stop, pushing for another orgasm that he could still feel even around his softening length. He was large enough that he hadn’t slipped out. She no longer had any control over her body, second orgasm incoming, the overwhelming pleasure eating up all common sense and the highs blending into one another, extending his own pleasure as her pussy convulsed, thick, honey-like cum sticking between their joined thighs. Her arms went limp, collapsing, and he had less than ten seconds to hold her up before gravity would knock them down.

He clenched his jaw and pulled back.

Standing was a loose term for what was happening. Yoongi had to grip the side of the couch so he didn’t stumble, keeping his grasp on her collarbones to press her hot body against his, still shaking from the intensity. The room reeked of sex. His cock was sliding out. He should have gotten rid of his jeans. They were a hinderance around his calves now.

Sigh.

Seokjin’s wife was fully leaning on his chest, gasping lungfuls of precious air.

His own wife was probably having her own way with Kim Seokjin right now, but she was a better planner and not this messy.

Right?

“Hey.”

He grabbed one of her tits and sank his fingers into it, kneading roughly to get her attention, but the eyes that greeted him were completely unfocused. Nice.

“Let’s take a break.”

She tried to rut into his crotch but his hand shot up, grabbing her chin and yanking it to his face, forcing her into an uncomfortable twist of her exhausted body.

“I will rephrase. Stop.”

She whimpered, unable to fight him. He softened. She was very pretty. Too innocent-looking and airheaded for him, but that didn’t matter. It was very clear that she enjoyed it, but now Yoongi could see there was hesitancy in asking if he did. Probably had something to do with the unapproachable air of his demeanor right now. He toned it down a little, closing in the distance. He wasn’t much of a talker, which didn’t suit everyone. He relied too much on his wife to infer from his actions but it wasn’t fair to apply that line of thinking to everybody. He had to do his best to be communicative even if he wasn’t saying something directly.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. “You’ve earned one kiss.”

He tilted his head and kissed her deeply. Strands of his hair fell forward, loosened from his ponytail, drifting onto her temples. Gentle, delicate, sliding his tongue lightly against hers. He let it last. He could taste desperation. It made him smile into the kiss.

There was no rush.

He had a lot of time left.

His hand slid down, his long fingers decorating that neck.

“And more to do,” Yoongi whispered to trembling lips.

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#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi x you #min yoongi smut #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

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caswensworld · 11 months ago

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“The outfits in Descendants: The Rise of Red are so bad” “I hate them” what Descendants are y’all talking about?

We gonna start off with Uma. No, I’m sorry, Principal Uma! She looks so good! D2 vibes all around. Sure, there’s not as many sea trinkets as I’d like there to be but I can live with that. I missed her Pirate hat and her fringed skirt! The shredded shirt, I see you, Harry Hook inspired! I love the brown sleeves with glitter, that definitely reminds me of the sea. I just got black fingerless gloves but now after seeing her, I want gold…Great. I haven’t talked about her jacket cause there’s no discussion to be said. No defense to be made. Uma will always have that fashion!

Princess Red of Wonderland here is slaying! The designer understood the assignment! Red’s style is like a combination of Mal and Evie. The gown gives Evie’s royalty and the other gives Mal’s edge. Let’s start with the dress, I have always had a thing for corsets , I don’t know what it is, I just love them. Her arm warmers! Maybe it’s something on the arms, I just find it so sexy (y’all should’ve seen me swoon over Mal’s D3 moto sport fit). Why does her dress give more Queen of Hearts then the actual Queen of Hearts. And don’t act like we didn’t see that crown, Miss Ma’am.

Now the other picture, it may be dark but I saw everything I needed to. I think that’s a double belt she’s wearing and I love wearing more than one belt! The leather pants with the gems on the side, love that! Combat boots are my true love, but y’all. Y’all. The hood. THE HOOD! WITH THE GEMS!! OHHH! I need the character pictures to drop so I know what to gender-bend and thrift.

First off all, Hades always got it on but THIS! Hades is my spirit god! I am Hadie. I can see how he pulled Maleficent. This is my father, I dressed up as this specific Hades for Halloween. I love it when my gender wears makeup, I personally like painting my nails and wearing eyeliner so to see it on Hades, I’m very happy. I am a sucker for jewelry and that choker around the neck! I recently bought my own choker because of him! His leather jacket is everything! The studs! I haves stud fetish! I need the jacket but it’s just too expensive. Now the main thing we need to talk about is THAT SHIRT! OR SHIRTS! I fully believe these are two shirts safety pinned together! I think that the blue might be long sleeve while the gray is short! I got the safety pins so I find the right shirts, I will my customizing!

The Mistress of Evil, Maleficent always has that fashion chic. The complaints I do understand are from her horns and hair. We’re gonna start with her hair. People were expecting it to be people because Mal’s was purple. Y’all, you cannot expect me to believe Mal’s hair was an inherited trait, I did not believe for a second that Maleficent had purple hair. (Imma have to do a whole other post on that). Now the horns, I do believe that her horns are there and her hair is just long enough to be wrapped around her horns. (And if not, then we go all Dragon). Now let’s talk about the pros. THE PURPLE EYESHADOW!! I LOVE THAT! The leather corset, again, something about a corset! Why do I have the feeling that’s dragon leather? If that’s a thing, is that a thing? Now let’s talk about that single arm sleeve. Even as a teenager, Maleficent still looks regal! How many chains does Maleficent have? I love that. Ulyana is a mean girl, Maleficent is a BAD girl!

It’s not that she doesn’t look good, it’s just that it’s all red. I know that’s her main color, but she does also wears black with a little bit of gold. That’s pretty much my only complaint, she looks beautiful, I love how the dress looks like roses! The sleeves, I love translucent or mesh or whatever it’s called. The crown is crowning! Don’t get me started on that corset turned collar!! But I do understand why they made her all Red so she can contrast with Queen Cinderella!

I’m am rating this because the other one we saw is not a dress, that is a cape or cloak or something, I don’t know what it’s called. This dress is very beautiful, I have always preferred her blue over her silver but I do like how the designer added silver swirls. The jewelry is everything! The earrings, the necklace, THE SILVER CROWN! IT’S BEAUTIFUL! Brandy is royalty herself! I’m not sure if you guys can see it, but she does have these shiny translucent gloves and I like them. I don’t care what you people say, even if it’s a little random, her blue braid is absolutely beautiful! I absolutely love it!! The first black Cinderella then the first Cinderella with blue hair, Brandy is the literal definition of iconic. She is the history of Cinderella.

Emilio Sosa, the designer, is amazing and he deserves his roses and trophies

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forcedfemme-me · 1 year ago

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Malika Menard - Paris Fashion Week - Jean Paul Gaultier leather moto dress

#malika menard #leather #leather dress #jean paul gaultier #leather moto dress #red leather

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c0urs · 6 days ago

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SHE PUTS HER SPIRIT IN A NIGHTCAP, SHE ALWAYS KNOWS WHERE THE CROWD’S AT. [ … ] SHE ALWAYS DANCE WHEN IT’S RAININ’, MAKIN’ TIME GO SLOW AT THE TABLE.

𝐴𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐼𝑁; the hypnotic sway of a body caught in dim nightclub lights, waist chains draped delicately over smooth curves, bold red lips parting just enough for a perfectly timed laugh, hands brushing against a racecar's hood like a lover’s touch, glossy magazine covers slipped casually onto coffee tables, polished nails tracing the edge of a champagne flute, rich reddish-brown waves brushing against exposed shoulders, the quiet hum of a luxury car engine idling outside, the crackle of a record player in a softly lit apartment, the controlled chaos of lipstick smudged just enough to look deliberate, the soft rustle of satin slipping beneath a leather jacket, the quiet satisfaction of catching someone staring, silk sheets left rumpled after a restless night, loyalty so absolute it feels dangerous, sunglasses perched effortlessly on a sharp nose bridge, a fleeting pout softened by a teasing smirk, neon lights casting a warm glow against sun-kissed skin, delicate tattoos hidden beneath layers of lace and satin, daring glances exchanged beneath dim cabaret lights, the intoxicating mix of perfume and smoke clinging to the air after a night out.

𝙿𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙱𝙾𝙰𝚁𝙳. 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃. 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈𝙼𝙸𝚇𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙴.

000. APPLICATION.

INCOMING TEXT ↻ omg hv u met ‘nia’ arinya yontararak of the nariza bois yet? they’re one of the crew’s import models n actually go by reign. they’re typically seen hanging arnd 12welve. allegedly they’re frm bangkok, thailand n hv been w/ the crew for five months. wtvr. just watch out for them, k? ttyl!

001. STATISTICS.

𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽,

FULL NAME: arinya yontararak. NICKNAME(S): nia. ALIAS: reign. AGE: thirty. GENDER: demi-woman. PRONOUNS: she/they. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. DATE OF BIRTH: november 21, 1977. PLACE OF BIRTH: bangkok, thailand. ETHNICITY: thai.

𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴,

FACECLAIM: davika hoorne. HAIR COLOR: originally brown; now a warm reddish-brown with vibrant and sunlit tone. HAIR STYLE: medium-length; voluminous and lightly wavy for natural flow, with soft layers to add texture and bounce. typically styled with a slightly windswept and relaxed finish, evoking a sense of confident individuality. EYE COLOR: brown; deep and rich with golden undertones that catch the light softly. BUILD: slim and toned; lean with subtle muscle definition. built for elegance with a balanced and proportionate frame. TATTOOS: none. PIERCINGS: multiple piercings; earlobes and cartilage, including helix, tragus, and conch, creating a balanced but edgy look. CLOTHING STYLE: feminine modern chic with a bold edge—a balance of delicate, romantic elements and daring, contemporary details; soft corset-style tops in metallic finishes or lace details paired with low-rise jeans for an edgy contrast. flowy, embroidered skirts balanced out with cropped leather jackets or oversized blazers for structure. backless tops matched with skinny jeans and knee-high boots for a daring look. satin slip dresses layered under black moto jackets for an urban twist, styled with chunky metallic bangles or statement necklaces. accessories include body chains, studded belts, sourced from exclusive boutique designers. footwear ranges from sleek black ankle boots to strappy heels. USUAL EXPRESSION: a smirk that lingers just long enough to leave an impression. an intense, steady stare, unwavering and calm. slightly parted lips, caught in mid-thought or mid-retort. a subtle pout, equal parts elegance and attitude. piercing eyes, intense but softened by the slightest tilt of the head. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: always carries an air of quiet confidence. signature warm reddish-brown hair, vibrant and eye-catching. distinctive waist chains and body jewery, drawing attention without demanding it to a balanced silhouette. deep brown eyes with golden undertones. a faint scent of warmth and subtle sweetness, vanilla and white flowers, lingering softly.

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷,

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: occasional foot pain from years of pointe work, especially after long days in heels. mild tension in the shoulders and neck from posing or carrying heavy bags during travel. NEUROLOGICAL CONDITIONS: none diagnosed, though a clear tendency toward egocentrism and narcissism. beauty is treated as an undeniable truth, with a firm belief that others see it the same way. carrying a god complex can make relationships difficult, as constant admiration and patience are needed to coexist peacefully with such a commanding personality. ALLERGIES: no severe allergies; mild sensitivity to certain heavy perfumes or synthetic fabrics, occasionally causing irritation. SLEEPING HABITS: highly irregular and often disrupted by late-night shoots, car racing events, or travel. relies on short naps and an extensive skincare routine to hide visible signs of fatigue. EATING HABITS: disciplined but flexible. has a heightened awareness of body and appearance, often following a structured eating routine. leans toward trendy, nutrient-rich meals. isn’t immune to skipping meals during hectic days but indulges in comfort foods afterward. EXERCISE HABITS: focuses on maintaining tone and flexibility with pilates, yoga, and resistance training, practices she developed during her dance days and refined through her travels. incorporates light cardio when energy allows. occasionally experiments with trending fitness classes or routines for variety. EMOTIONAL STABILITY: outwardly confident and magnetic, with a sharp sense of humor that flips between biting wit and playful charm. emotionally intense when it comes to love, with ecstatic highs and overwhelming lows. takes an all-or-nothing approach to life and relationships, whether romantic or platonic, which leads to unpredictable emotional swings. stability is heavily tied to how secure and trustworthy the connection feels. SOCIABILITY: highly social and charismatic, often thriving in social settings. engages with ease but carefully manages personal boundaries. avoids overly chaotic crowds, unless drunk, when becoming overly friendly, chatty, warm, and more uninhibited. BODY TEMPERATURE: typically runs slightly cool, though adrenaline from high-energy races or events often leaves a noticeable flush. ADDICTIONS: highly dependent on coffee, (consumed almost ritualistically, tbh), as both a necessity and a comfort. a mild attachment to validation, though it’s carefully downplayed as just part of the brand. DRUG USE: open to experimentation, particularly when drunk or in high-energy social settings. more inclined to try whatever is offered—ecstasy, MDMA, cocaine, or other stimulants—during races, after-parties, or at 12welve. has used cocaine in the past, mainly during ballet days, to cope with pressure, long rehearsals, and late nights. never a regular habit; used occasionally to unwind or for a boost of energy, but always kept controlled. sees it more as a rare indulgence rather than a lifestyle. ALCOHOL USE: moderate and indulgent, with a preference for cocktails, champagne, or wine. enjoys drinking to celebrate or unwind, often letting loose during social gatherings, after-parties following races, or nights out at the 12welve. maintains composure and abstains from alcohol during the day, but enjoys the occasional night of drinking without restraint.

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚈,

DATE OF BIRTH: november 21, 1977. TIME OF BIRTH: 3:23 am. PLACE OF BIRTH: bangkok, thailand. CHART: scorpio sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising. BEST COMPATIBILITIES: taurus, cancer, virgo, pisces. WORST COMPATIBILITIES: leo, aquarius, gemini, sagittarius.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈,

POSITIVE TRAITS: independent, charismatic, meticulous, ambitious, self-assured. NEGATIVE TRAITS: manipulative, unpredictable, judgmental, impulsive, competitive. HABITS: often adjusts hair or clothing mid-conversation. habitually flips through fashion magazines, checking the lastest trends. instinctively angles toward good lighting in conversations. starts sentences with playful sarcasm, often followed by a sharp laugh or a teasing smirk. takes ritualistic care of skin, spending hours on skincare routines even after exhausting days. tends to smirk or pout when thinking. pauses to glance at reflections in mirrors or windows, instinctively checking out looks. uses hands expressively, often to emphasize points. TROPES: action girl, the prodigy, hell-bent for leather, biker babe, the masked emotions. PARALLELS: lily (black swan), faith lehane (buffy: the vampire slayer), natasha romanoff (marvel cinematic universe), villanelle (killing eve), margot roth spiegelman (paper towns), sarah manning (orphan black), veronica mars (veronica mars), mariana adams-foster (the fosters), maddy perez (euphoria), maeve wiley (sex education). MBTI: estp. ENNEAGRAM: type 7, wing 8. TEMPERAMENT: choleric-phlegmatic. MORAL ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral. HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin.

𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈,

FATHER: █████████ yontararak. MOTHER: █████████ kittiwong. SIBLING(S): none. PETS: none.

𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 + 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽,

EDUCATION: high school graduate from ████████ ████ █████, later attended █████ in new york, specializing in ballet. DEGREES: bachelor of fine arts in dance from █████, specializing in ballet performance. OCCUPATION: former principal dancer with the ██ ██ ██ ███. now a high-profile model and nariza boi’s import model. FINANCIAL STATUS: comfortably wealthy, with substantial support from family resources and a steady income through collaborations with luxury fashion brands. additional earnings come from modeling gigs and rare but well-paid burlesque performances during themed french cabaret events at 12welve. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: luxurious apartment in miami with a breathtaking view of the beach. vibrant, eclectic decor with bright colors, flooded with natural light, and surrounded by plants. a second family property in bangkok serves as a vacation retreat, offering a peaceful escape when needed, while an apartment in new york’s lower east side, previously lived in, is currently for sale. MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: primarily relies on private car services in the city. owns a 2007 mercedes-benz g-wagon in white, though it often sits untouched in the garage. not particularly fond of driving, (often called a “passenger princess” by friends, tbh). nariza bois drivers are regular fallback, offering rides home after late events. when traveling, favors first-class or private flights, keeping the same level of comfort and privacy as when being chauffeured.

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂,

WEATHER: prefers warm, sunny days with a light breeze. COLOR: deep red. SPORT: yoga, pilates, boxing, hiking, cycling. FOOD: sush, grilled chicken salads, smoothies, miso soup, grilled shrimp, fresh fruit, dark chocolate, tiramisu. ANIMALS: dogs, especially small, fluffy breeds like pomeranians or french bulldogs. HOBBIES + RECREATION: dancing, (with a focus on burlesque performances, perfecting the art of sensual movement with confidence), ballet, (for nostalgia), shopping for high-end fashion, often championing emerging designers and setting trends in luxury wear, traveling to exotic locations, spontaneous weekend getaways, yoga, interior design, wine tasting, gardening.

002. BIOGRAPHY.

arinya yontararak was born in bangkok in ’77. luxury was the air she breathed, filled every corner of her world, (yeah, one of those born-with-a-golden-spoon types, but with a loaded account to “teach the value of money”—as if it wasn’t topped up every month—and expectations just as high). by age four, she wasn’t just stepping into ballet slippers—she was stepping into a legacy. ballet wasn’t a choice; it was a birthright. (not that she minded; and if she loved it at all, it was partly because her mother’s approval came with every perfect plié).

by ’95, they’re eighteen, having outgrown bangkok and craving something bigger. in thailand, the future felt too small, too confining. but in new york, however, everything was wide open. they’d been accepted into █████’s prestigious dance program and the world was suddenly calling. of course, the transition was rough—blisters bled through satin shoes, sleepless nights were spent perfecting pirouettes, and there were moments of doubt, wondering if they’d ever truly measure up. every step came with the pressure to be better than the day before.

then ’99 hits, and she’s twenty-two now, walking across the stage at █████, graduating with a bachelor of fine arts in dance, (a degree that felt less like a piece of paper and more like proof she’d survived). within months, she landed a spot at the ██ ██ ██ ███, starting in the corps de ballet. life as a professional dancer isn’t glamorous—it’s punishing, demanding, and downright unforgiving. (but nia wasn’t built to break), and just a week before her twenty-fifth birthday, she makes principal dancer. the spotlight feels natural, the applause addictive, and for a while, it seems like she’s found exactly where she belongs.

’00 brings something unexpected. during a gala, a photographer catches them mid-laugh. and within weeks, the offers roll in—small editorial spreads at first, then campaigns for niche designers, magazine covers, even a runway debut at fashion week. the camera loved them—loved the sharp features, the natural elegance, and that intensity in their eyes. they weren’t just photogenic; they had presence, the kind that demanded attention. (modeling wasn’t like ballet—it wasn’t blood, sweat, tears, and discipline. it was freeing, effortless… it was just being).

by ’06, at twenty-nine, ballet felt more like a cage than a calling. the structure, the rules, the toll it took on her body—it was all weighing on her. but the final push didn’t come from exhaustion; it came from a trip to miami. she’d flown down on a whim, chasing an invitation to a party that promised nothing but heat and haze. sometime after midnight, someone leaned in and whispered about a different kind of scene. curiosity outweighed caution, and soon she was being led through the city’s backstreets, pulled into a world she’d only heard rumors of—a world of roaring engines, neon-lit streets, and the kind of energy that never quiets. for hours, she stood on the sidelines, watching the nariza bois claim the city’s asphalt as their own, realizing just how small her world had been. (the racers weren’t the only ones commanding attention; import models stood beside the cars, holding as much attention as the roaring engines). and for the first time, the idea of letting go of ballet didn’t feel like failure; it felt like stepping into something bigger. when she returned to new york, the routines of ballet felt hollow. and within weeks, she walked away, leaving the stage behind.

at thirty, in ’07, miami stopped being a weekend escape—it became home. one night with the nariza bois was all it took to know that new york was no longer where they belonged. skyscrapers gave way to ocean views, pointe shoes to high heels, and rehearsals to races. these streets don’t just welcome her—they move for her, (it’s where they reign). every cabaret night, every flag waved, every glance over a shoulder is deliberate. and when nia steps into a room, it’s never a question of if you’ll notice—it’s how long it’ll take before you can’t look away.

003. PERSONALITY.

nia is my unapologetic, center-stage, “hot shit and she knows it” girlie. confidence isn’t just part of her—it’s her default. they don’t just know they look good—they expect you to know it too, (and to say it, preferably while stumbling over your words). to nia, admiration isn’t a request—it’s the baseline. they’ve built their life around making an impression, and whether it’s with a lingering smirk, an arched brow, or a perfectly timed one-liner, they leave people talking long after they’ve walked away. captivating, magnetic, intimidating—she carries herself like someone who knows the world is hers for the taking. if you’re in their orbit, you’re either mesmerized or overwhelmed—because nia doesn’t shrink for anyone, and she sure as hell doesn’t dim her light to make others comfortable.

but here’s the thing about carrying yourself like a god—it’s lonely at the top. holding the world at arm’s length means few people feel worthy of stepping close, and the higher you climb, the harder it gets to trust anyone to stay. nia’s narcissism isn’t just confidence gone unchecked; it’s armor. she loves being adored, feeds off it, but there’s a fear she’ll never admit: that no one will stick around long enough to withstand the intensity she brings. (and yeah, she knows she’s a handful—it’s not like she’s blind to it). nia lives in extremes—everything is all-or-nothing, whether it’s love, ambition, or loyalty. her feelings are big, messy, and impossible to ignore. they demand loyalty because they give it in return, completely and without compromise. and they always need assurance, proof that what they’re giving is being matched, that their vulnerability isn’t wasted. beneath the bravado and perfectly curated image, nia is someone waiting for the kind of connection that can weather her storms without breaking—and for someone willing to remind her that even gods don’t have to be invincible all the time.

#im done!!!!#im never writing another intro fr im retiring after fasthq i s2g #fast.intro

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