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chosetherose · 1 year

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Oscar de la Renta. Versace. Alberta Ferretti. Roberto Cavalli. Elie Saab. Christian Louboutin. Zuhair Murad. Ashish. The list of the designers who have made looks for Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour, which began just over a month ago in Arizona and ends in California in August before heading overseas, is like a mini-tour of fashion weeks, replete with sparkles, chiffon and a message tee.

The resulting dress-up extravaganza has been greeted, not surprisingly, with heart-thumping enthusiasm. So many clothes! So much glitter! So fun! There are pages of stories online breathlessly documenting “Every Outfit Taylor Swift Has Worn on Her Eras World Tour” (as Elle Australia put it). And new styles keep emerging, enabling new coverage. As if sheer wardrobe abundance is an achievement unto itself.

It’s possible it is. The logistics alone are daunting: How do you change that much, and that fast, while in the middle of a performance?

Certainly it has raised the bar for the artists who are touring next, as we enter the Summer of the Diva: Madonna, who is embarking on a retrospective tour (just imagine the looks that one could involve), and Beyoncé, who set the bar sky-high in August when she dropped a teaser of sorts via the “I’m That Girl” trailer, which involved at least seven looks compressed into a few minutes, from cyborg goddess to cowboy dominatrix to killer Audrey Hepburn.

But it’s also possible to see in all these Swiftian clothes, all the wardrobe switcheroos, something else. It’s possible that they are, actually, not just a tour down memory lane but a more pointed piece of meta-commentary on the expectation that female pop stars unveil new versions of themselves for our viewing pleasure, one-upping their old image with new wardrobes ad infinitum. And a message that Ms. Swift is, perhaps, calling time on the whole thing.

The promise of reinvention is a core American value: the belief that everyone has the right to a fresh start, that you are limited only by your imagination and abilities. It’s intrinsically linked to the promise of fashion, which likewise dangles the lure of a new you; of allowing you to try on different selves until you settle into one that feels right.

Yet it is also its own kind of prison, as Ms. Swift, who has made a habit of embedding meaning into her wardrobe choices, said in her 2020 documentary, “Miss Americana.”

“The female artists that I know of have reinvented themselves 20 times more than the male artists,” she says in a voice-over toward the end of the film, as various versions of her public personas flash by: teenage Taylor, with her gold ringlets, sparkly blue eye shadow and princess dresses; “1989” Taylor, with her ironed bob and glittery bodysuits; “Reputation” angry Taylor, with snakes crawling up her limbs.

This is necessary, Ms. Swift continues, because otherwise “you’re out of a job.”

At the time she was talking about her newfound political voice as well as her new album, “Lover” (now three albums and at least two Taylors ago: the earth nymph Taylor of “Folklore” and “Evermore,” and the dreamer Taylor of “Midnights”). But in many ways, what she meant is laid bare (so to speak) in her Eras Tour.

Each musical era revisited in the show had — and has — its own look, all 10 or so of them. To watch her go through them in succession is to see not just fabulous clothes worn with purpose, but also the hamster wheel of constant reinvention that has been the model for contemporary female pop stars since Madonna set the tone in the 1980s.

It’s particularly stark in comparison with another musical act now touring to similar response and acclaim: Bruce Springsteen. Mr. Springsteen is 73, and his style hasn’t changed much in 50 years. He’s still in beat-up jeans and a denim shirt, bracelets around his wrist, boots on his feet.

To be fair, there are male rock stars who have made a game out of reinvention: most notably David Bowie but also, to a certain extent, Harry Styles (though he generally dons one statement outfit per night). And there are women — Lucinda Williams, Patti Smith — who bucked the trend.

But it is also true, said Kathy Iandoli, an adjunct professor at the New York University Steinhardt School and the author of “God Save the Queens: The Essential History of Women in Hip-Hop,” that the pressure to dress up and change up falls exponentially on women. “1,000 percent,” Ms. Iandoli said. “There’s a level of costuming that comes with being a female pop star, a way for labels to market creativity. And if you are known as an evolutionary artist you are always held to the standard of ‘what’s the next version of you?’”

Ms. Swift has turned that pressure to her own ends as cannily as anyone. Her makeovers, which coincide with her sonic evolutions, are not the same as the makeover imposed on the main character in the Lady Gaga version of “A Star Is Born,” in which studio bigwigs force their latest discovery into Creamsicle hair, new outfits and new dance moves — a ginned-up version of herself she rejects after her husband’s death.

By contrast, Ms. Swift (with her stylist Joseph Cassell Falconer) has been her own wardrobe mistress, and her fans, many of whom show up dressed as their favorite Taylor, can relate.

But even Gaga, a master of the fashion-music makeover, seemingly rebelled against the imperative at this year’s Oscars when, rather than change into yet another showstopping gown for her performance, she subverted all expectations by donning ripped jeans and a black T-shirt and scrubbing her face bare, as if to say to the watching world: enough.

Fernando Garcia, a creative director of Oscar de la Renta, which made a lavender faux-fur coat with matching crystal-embroidered T-shirt dress and a midnight-blue, crystal-embroidered jumpsuit for the current tour, said that working with Ms. Swift on Eras felt “very much like a full circle moment.” If so, perhaps it’s also a sign that another era is coming to an end.

At one point in the Eras show, when Ms. Swift is singing “Look What You Made Me Do,” all of the old Taylors are embodied by different backup dancers in different outfits in different little glass boxes — all those mini-mes of the past, trapped in their own limited spaces, in their old wardrobes, only to finally break free.

As fashion metaphors go, it’s hard to miss.

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goongiveusnothing · 1 year

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Do you think this is the gateway for people in the music industry to finally be able to express their unpopular opinions about him or will this blow over by next week and the world will be back to kissing rancid mayo’s ass and shoving him down people’s throats?

I feel like he’s gonna get his former band mates (Louis) to endorse his win and maybe he/his team will try to get Beyoncé to say something positive about him winning in a tit for tat exchange via their record companies. Idk how record companies work so I’m just throwing stuffs out there.

louis won't, if he were gonna do that he would've done it already. i think louis knows the limitations of harry's songwriting talents, so this is also quite amusing to him.

it does seem like the dam is starting to break on this a little. i was never expecting anyone connected to bowie to just openly mock and trash him. other people are now liking tweets etc about him. but will this keep going, who knows. he's an industry puppet. the celebs will be at his shows. his next album will sell.

i can see him trying to do something in the next few weeks to do with beyonce. sending her flowers. a box of pleasing merch. some of his tee shirts. a front stage pass to one of his shows. the normal narcissistic things he does when he's trying to be nice to someone that are just about himself. maybe he'll mention her on the red carpet of the brits or has a preplanned speech about her for any article he has to give in the future. at the brits maybe he'll stand there and say "i know that as a white man this does seem to happen to people like me more often" and all the centrists and neutrals who attacked him now will swoon declaring "he gets it" "he totally learned" "it's so amazing to see a white man say this onstage, he's really such an activist and down with the cause, we should never judge him too harshly again, he did work in a bakery near a chinese restaurant, our precious baby."

#harry styles #predictions #beyonce

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changbinslovelylegs · 2 months

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It gets worse before it gets better - Seonghwa part 4

Pairing: no specific pairing right now

WC: will always be between 2k-4k words

Warnings: Language, sexual references, Hwa, Joong and Minnie are poly

If you wanna be tagged lemme no!!!!!!!! You can find previous chapters in my masterlist

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The crisp wind sent a chill down Seonghwa's back as he got off the train and made his way into work. Sighing to himself as he wished he'd worn a jacket but knowing it was too late.

The bell made a distinctive ding as he opened the door of "records and more" which was the shop where he worked. Records and more was a music/coffee shop which sold everything from records to cd's to kpop even! also selling band tee's and right down the back was a little coffee place where you could get a hot drink and obsess over what you just bought.

Song mingi was the guy who owned the place, he was 30 years old and the shop was passed down to him when his father died. So far the shop consisted of Mingi, Seonghwa, and Jeongin who was the shop's barista (he only worked in the coffee section while Mingi and Seonghwa tackled the music section)

As Seonghwa walked inside he was greeted by Mingi and Jeongin as usual but also two other people. They were sitting on one of the many armchairs each sipping on what looked like an iced americano.

"Morning guys..." Seonghwa trailed off.

"Ah Seonghwa come in I want you to meet my two new employee's! This is Yunho. He's going to be Jeongin's assistant helping with coffee but if Jeongin doesn't need help Yunho will help us clean" Mingi introduced a tall lanky dark haired male who only nodded in response. He and Jeongin walked off so that Jeongin could show him the ropes.

"And this is Jungkook! he's going to be just another employee like you but i'd like you to train him up first, show him how we run things" Mingi introduced another dark haired male but this one was much more buff and had a smile on his face.

"Hi Seonghwa-ssi It's lovely to meet you" Jungkook stood up and held his hand out for Seonghwa to shake, he did.

"It's lovely to meet you too Jungkook-ssi"

Mingi left to go to his office, which meant that Seonghwa and Jungkook were alone for now until customers started arriving. He spent that time showing Jungkook first how to use the computer and till (as he thought this would have been the most important thing to show first) Then took Jungkook on a tour of the shop showing him where all things were kept.

"It's all organised by genre. Pop's what you first see when you walk in because Mingi believes it's the most popular. Then you move into rnb, rap, soul, jazz, country, reggae, kpop, then all of the rock genres, metal, punk. We have both records and cds available. Over here is just a broom cupboard which has all of the cleaning supplies I believe that will more so be Yunho's job rather than ours but just be prepared to help lets say Yunho was sick one day" Seonghwa tried to be tourer but he also had to be quick as customers would start arriving any minute now.

"Closer to the back we have the t-shirt section, mainly band tee's or kpop related tee's but we have a couple of Taylor Swift and Beyoncé ones. Right here is the bathroom, blue door for boys, pink door for girls. We can use this and so can customers. The last two things are the cafe over there where you see all the lounges and upstairs has the break room plus Mingi's office. Ooh and a locked red door never try to open it Mingi lives on the second floor so that leads to his apartment" Seonghwa finishes with a great sigh, a lot of information to spill out in the small time he had. Spot on he was because he just heard the first ding of the day, signalling the first customer.

The rest of the week went on well for Seonghwa, but nothing fantastic happened either. He was either working or studying, or holding Wooyoung tight when he had an unexpected episode during lunch.

Someone had made a comment in passing about the "crazy one" which just sent Wooyoung into a frenzy. He yelled at them asking what would they do if one of their friends died in their arms? then just broke down sobbing when they left. Sometimes it was tough being the mum friend of the group, but he knew that if he wasn't his entire friend group would turn chaotic.

You see, Wooyoung was a little damaged having witnessed one of his friends being shot then dying in his arms bleeding out, he developed PSTD because of it, but he wasn't gonna let that depress him. He just has episodes sometimes and needs to be comforted. Felix and Hyunjin are a little wild, they love to go out and while Seonghwa usually prefers a night in; he will go with them to make sure they're safe.

Yoongi and Jimin are wild too, they like going out as well. Jimin is a cam boy 3 nights of the week but as long as it isn't one of those nights he's always down to go out. Then there's Taehyung who prefers staying in like Seonghwa but he also has huge FOMO meaning he hates missing out on things, sometimes Seonghwa can convince him to just stay in and watch a film together but most times the FOMO wins. Seonghwa can tell he isn't really enjoying it however and would have rather watched that film.

Lastly there was Seungmin and Jisung who the main group were only casually friends with as they were in a frat. There included in the main group chat and get invited to all the nights out but not necessarily get invited to more intimate things. They're both lovely people but the frat usually keeps them busy with frat things. Seonghwa doesn't know what frat things in-tales as he isn't in a frat but frankly he's thankful for that.

A couple of days later he was having lunch with Felix, Taehyung and Jimin. Felix was discussing the plans for the party on Saturday. Apparently we don't hate Jongsung anymore? they were Felix's words anyway, Seonghwa didn't really mind he hated picking sides unless it was black and white what side he should be on.

"How was work Seongie? hows that new omega you work with?" Taehyung asked, slowing sipping on his iced americano.

"Oh no he's actually an Alpha" Seonghwa corrected taking a bite of his white choc raspberry muffin.

"Alpha? are you sure? when I hugged you just before all I smelt was omega?"

"Ah yeah unfortunately he's always mistaken for an Omega because he has an Omegan smell and can be quite submissive but he swears he's an Alpha and I don't wanna judge so..."

"Right, so like a sub Alpha?" Jimin pipes in.

"They exist?" Taehyung surprisingly asks.

"An Alpha who wants to bottom, that's like saying an Omega who wants to top" Jimin starts to laugh.

"I mean, a persons wolf is different from their sexual preferences" Felix states, wincing from how hot his americano is. Felix was always the odd one out who got a hot drink during lunch.

"Well I've never met one, most Alphas just wanna pound you into next Tuesday not that I'm complaining about that" Jimin says.

"How'd your heat go Taehyung? Yours was last week yeah?" Felix questions.

"Aw you had to spend it alone didn't you, sorry baby" Jimin pouts before kissing him on the cheek.

"Don't be sorry I mean yeah it was fucking painful but Jimin's right I didn't have an Alpha so there was nothing I could do" Taehyung shrugs.

Chan had invited Felix to one of their parties and it was fine for Felix to bring friends so that he wasn't alone or anything. Seungmin and Jisung couldn't come as it was wrong for them to attend other frat parties plus they had their own frat party to host, but the rest of the gang was invited.

As recently expected Felix left to be with Chan and go dance. Seonghwa loved how cute they were, smiling to himself while he watched them be free with one another. They started making out and he was almost thankful someone bumped into him because it pulled his eyes away from the quickly heating scene.

"I'm so sorry, wait your like so hot" the mystery guy was staring straight into Seonghwa's eyes, it was hard for lim to look away.

Not that he wanted to anyway because the man Seonghwa was staring at had to be the most beautiful man to ever exist. His ashy hair was parted in the middle and the wild scent of sea salt mist hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Oh thank you" Seonghwa was blushing, thankful for the dark lighting.

"Hey do you wanna drink? have a beer" the man handed Seonghwa a red cup filled with the gold liquid. As the mom friend he knew better than to except a drink from a stranger but before he could refuse it was like the man saw the scared expression on his face.

"Ah please don't stress Binnie asked me to get him a beer and I re-filled my whine but your way cuter. Hongjoong babe come meet..."

"Seonghwa" he stated, taking the beer and a sip of it. Another man "Hongjoong" came over at the mention of his name.

"Isn't he hot babe!"

"Please excuse Minnie here he can be quite forward after a few wines, but he also isn't wrong you are hot" Hongjoong exclaimed, taking him in.

"Do you think we should ask him?" Minho whisper/yelled into Hongjoong's ear, "He seems like he could be down."

"I'm sorry down for what exactly?" Seonghwa asked, a confused look on his face.

"Well to be frank, were a couple, a polyamorous couple to be exact and we've been looking for someone to connect with, hopefully have sex with, someone who shares the same feelings as us. No pressure though feel free to shut us down if you're not poly" Hongjoong explains and Seonghwa gasps.

The thing is, Seonghwa is poly. He figured out he was poly during his first threesome when he really enjoyed it and could see himself having multiple life partners. It was always hard trying to find love after that encounter because of course not everyone is poly so when Seonghwa would tell people he would be ok with a third that's usually when the relationship ended because the other wasn't poly.

He's just decided to tell people from the beginning now that he's poly so that others know what they're getting into before they get into it. Sadly the last time Seonghwa had sex was a few months ago because of this, but he can't change who he is. He just has so much love in his heart and wants to share it with more than one person.

The fact that someone else is telling him that he's poly! was Seonghwa dreaming?

"I actually am poly, wow is this real? I've been looking for someone to connect with too! and you guys seem so nice I would love to grab a coffee sometime!" Seonghwa was beaming. Hongjoong and Minho, two of the most stunning guys he has ever laid his eyes on were asking him out, HIM!!!!

"You wanna have sex with us too though right?" Minho giggled, it was clear that he had had one too many wines but it was safe to say that Hongjoong would look after him, considering he has his arm wrapped around him.

"I mean I haven't been laid in over 3 months so sex sounds great" Seonghwa winked in their direction, "Here put your number in my phone, I'll text you then you'll have mine" Seonghwa handed over his phone, finishing the last of his beer while he waited.

All of a sudden it was like the mood changed, Jimin came rushing up to him surprisingly sober; "You gotta come outside with me NOW! Wooyoung and Yoongi are fighting"

Hongjoong and Minho looked confused as they handed Seonghwa back his phone, "everything ok?"

"Sorry no I have to go. But I am heavily interested I promise to text you" They were Seonghwa's parting words as he left with Jimin to go outside.

Seonghwa expected maybe some small argument but he never expected this.

Felix was in hysterics as he tried to help Taehyung stay awake which sent alarm bells off in Seonghwa's head!!! Over on the other side he saw Yoongi and Wooyoung in what seemed to be a screaming match!

Jimin was trying to break it up so that things hopefully didn't get physical, "Fuck! Where's Hyunjin!" He yelled out.

Seonghwa knelt down besides Felix and Taehyung, Felix crying uncontrollably while holding Taehyung who was groaning.

"Felix baby what happened?" Seonghwa needed to know, his beta needed to know.

"I don't know, I think he was drugged! one minute he was fine then he left to go get a drink so I continued dancing with Chan but I noticed that he never came back so I went looking for him and found him outside here vomiting" Felix ranted, clearly overwhelmed with the situation.

"Ok here's what were gonna do. Felix, I want you to take a deep breath for me ok? you're scaring me a little with how worked up your getting" Seonghwa started and was cut off when Felix tried to speak but he shushed him; "I will call 911 for Tae, and I want you to call Hyunjin and ask him to come help Jimin break up the fight alright?"

"Ok Hyung" Felix croaked, using his shaking hands to take out his phone.

Fucking hell.

Seonghwa never guessed this.

Who could have drugged Taehyung? why would they want to? what were their intentions?

Seonghwa's head was spinning but he knew he had to look after his friends first.

"911 whats your emergency?" the operator asked.

"Hi my name is Seonghwa and I'm currently at a Jongsung university frat party, my friend Taehyung appears to have been drugged and isn't responding well" he explains, hoping he said everything correctly.

"Ok thank you, I just have a few questions before I send anyone. Do you possibly know how he was drugged?"

"Well were at a party so I think his drink was spiked."

"Ok, and has he vomited at all?"

"My other friend Felix who found him said yes he did."

"You said he isn't responding, how?"

"His pupils are heavily dilated, it's hard to keep him awake, he just keeps groaning!"

"Alright thank you sir an ambulance is on it's way." with that the call ended, so did Felix's call with Hyunjin.

It was going to be a long night.

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xcherryerim · 3 months

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“On your Knees”

Derek Danforth x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 3218

Warning: NSFW 18+, sexual tension, degradation, Hard dom Derek, fellatio only (aka giving head), exhibitionism (on the limousine), porn with plot, Enemies to lovers, lightly slut shaming Derek and the reader, Mentions of vaping and carts. Sassy reader, Even sassier Derek. No use of y/n. Words like slut and whore are used here. Light use of choking and spiting on readers face.

Summary: Once a suspicious source leaked documents of Derek helping his mom get ahead of the presidential election, you are forced into a PR relationship to distract the media from finding the truth. Even if this is all a facade, Derek will prove you’re his.

Notes: This was very rushed so sorry for a few mistakes here and there, also this is heavily inspired by Partition.

Being the vice president’s child wasn’t easy. Especially since you had to be around Derek a lot, which was hard to do. Every word he said sounded snarky and smart-assed. His demeanor was something you hated. But, since someone found out and leaked that Derek pulled some strings to make his mother win the presidential election, everyone decided to pull a PR stunt about Derek dating you to distract the media from ever finding out the truth.

You both had no option but to agree, even if you hated the idea.

You were waiting for Derek to arrive since fake paparazzi were outside, ready to take candid photos of you both walking around. Clearly not knowing you guys are being followed. The attire was supposed to be casual, like you both didn’t want to be noticed, but Derek, being Derek, came with flashy clothes that didn’t match. Military green-colored pants, a tiger-print shirt, and a dark red coat.

“Derek, what the fuck are you wearing?” You said this as your hands traveled to your forehead. Hoping it would calm you, which was hard to do with him around.

“Pants are Dolce Gabbana. Shirt Versage, of course... coat is—“

“No, Derek.” A sigh escapes from your lips. Your eyes tried to avoid his over-the-place outfit, but the distracting contrast of colors made it hard to not look away. “You were supposed to dress casual.”

“You said casual. This is how I dress casually. It’s not my fault; you are just basic compared to what I wear.” The look he gave you was the classic Derek Danforth smirk that made your blood boil.

You didn’t want to deal with his banter. Today was too stressful already, and it felt like it was going to get worse.

You walked towards the men's section of the store, picking up more casual clothes that you thought would fit Derek. He followed behind you with a raised eyebrow. Derek hits his menthol vape, the vapor hitting the exposed back of your neck and making you shiver lightly.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

"I'm picking out clothes for you," you said, not bothering to turn around. "Now, stop that disgusting habit." You motioned to the vape. “You’re way too addicted to that shit.”

“I ain’t wearing those.” He said while crossing his arms, leaning on one of the walls, arms folded together, his eyebrow still raised in question as to what you were about to do now that he refused.

“Derek I frankly don’t give a fuck what you want. Just try these on. Now.”

Derek groaned but complied, taking the clothes you threw at him. He stepped into the fitting room and began to change. Meanwhile, you stood outside the door, tapping your foot impatiently, trying to calm down.

After a few minutes, the door finally opened, revealing Derek in a more casual ensemble of jeans and a plain white tee. "You happy?" He asked with a snarky tone. The basic outfit made the silhouette of his figure more apparent, and the white tee was the perfect amount of see-through-ness that lets you see the outline of his slutty man waist and abs.

You nodded and immediately turned away to avoid your eyes making it obvious that they were taking every detail of his body. It's clear you can’t stand Derek. No one could to be fair but, Derek had this sensual energy that was captivating, but the charm breaks once he opens his mouth.

Your hands grabbed sunglasses for the both of you. Once everything was paid for, your hand grabbed Derek's, which made him flinch a bit.

Yes, this was out of the ordinary. Usually, if you both were in a room together, you guys tried to avoid each other and be as distant as possible, but you couldn’t escape this time, and the only reason you were even part of this PR stunt was that there are only 5 people in the US who know the truth behind Derek’s crimes. Derek, his mom, your father, the person who exposed him, and finally, you. So there was no choice.

The more you thought about your hands in unison, the more you felt yourself getting nervous. It didn’t feel good, but it didn’t feel bad either. His strong hand gripping tightly around yours made you feel some type of way. The sudden rush of emotion is making you feel lightheaded and sick. It's been so long since you've been touched, and the feeling of his firm, masculine hands wrapped around you made you shiver. You know you shouldn’t get turned on by a simple hand-holding, but then again, he has this sensual aura in everything he does.

You started to make your way out with Derek, walking slowly to help the totally not-paid-for paparazzi take the best photos of you both.

“You know…” Derek said, looking at you with a smirk. “You look really good this way.”

Was this a compliment from the Derek Danforth? That was rare. “What?” You asked confusedly.

“Yeah, you look great. Like with the hoodie over your head and the sunglasses covering your face... I think you look better this way than you do on a regular basis.”

Of course, he had to make a snarky comment. “Shut up.” You said this as you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’m serious, like you’re almost… passing.”

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows. “For what?”

He shrugs “I don’t know.” Derek stopped his trance for a second to look at you up and down. You felt your body tremble as his intense eyes ran over your body. People’s eyes linger on you, but when Derek Danforth, with his perfect jawline, sharp features, and lean physique, looked at you in such a way, your mind was blank.

“You tell me,” Derek said smoothly as a playful grin appeared on his face. For a second, you are left speechless. No smart-ass comment comes to mind.

After a few seconds of awkward silence you finally found your words. "You're looking at me like you’re checking me out.”

Derek smiled at you. “Maybe I am.” He said as he hopped into the limousine, taking a small glance of you before leaving you standing there awkwardly. Then, the driver opened the door for you.

Once you sat down, your mind couldn’t help but think of how his hand gripped yours. The thought alone made you shiver, leaving your mind empty. However, it would occasionally flash out imaginary images of Derek fucking you from behind or him kissing and sucking on your body with the new tongue piercing he got.

“Hey!” Derek snapped his fingers at your face, bringing you back to earth. When you met his gaze, he sat back.

“So, for how long are we doing this shit?”

For a second, you felt annoyed by his attitude, but at the same time, his features were too distracting to get a raise out of you. His strong build made it clear that if he wanted to, he could dominate you as he pleased. Not that you would mind anyway, even if you won’t admit it to his face.

“4 months.” You said, shaking your head, trying to block out those intrusive thoughts about him.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” He muttered to himself as he looked out the window, trying to hide his annoyance about the news before facing you once again. “And are we going to act monogamous too?”

“What?! Of course!” You sigh. “Do I have to remind you that I’m fake dating you because you fucked up? One thing is to be your fake partner, and another is to cheat on your fake partner. I mean, if the paparazzi find you kissing someone else who isn’t me, they’re going to pity me and I don’t want that. So don’t even try it.”

Derek gives you the most cold expression before he hits his vape. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking of something.

“Alright…” He said, then leaned forward. “Can I go to a party alone then?”

“I wasn’t born yesterday. You’re basically like a cart at a party. Tossed around, everyone’s mouths on you.” You mentioned with hints of slight jealousy.

It was true that at every party, if there was at least one single attractive person around his age, Derek would go to them and make out. Sometimes Derek would disappear for the night with them too.

Derek smirks. “Ah, so you’re jealous.” How did he…

He smirked more as he watched you flinch. “It’s cute,” he whispered to himself. “You know, I’m not surprised you find me attractive.” His voice was filled with arrogance. “I get it often.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” You scoff and look at the limousine’s floor. You felt Dejavú for a strange reason.

“If you want to go to that party, I’m coming with you to keep you in check.”

Derek raises his eyebrows and lets out a little chuckle. “Keep me in check? Do you think you can accomplish that?" His voice was filled with snark.

"Okay, maybe not, but if you’re going to be fucking around, I might as well.”

Derek stood there quietly. Processing your words.

“I’m not going to sit around and let you cheat on our fake relationship.” You retort, matching his previous tone and determination. Your gaze never wavered, holding his in a silent battle of wills. The tension in the car was thick, and the air was heavy with unspoken words and unspent emotions.

Derek's eyes narrowed, a glint of admiration flashing in them. “You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” He finally said, breaking the silence. His words lingered with sarcasm.

“Just don’t go around sleeping or kissing with random people, and I will do the same.” You mentioned.

Derek laughed, shaking his head slightly. "We'll see about that," A playful glint was painted on his eyes. "I won’t promise anything, but for now, let's focus on the party. Make sure you're dressed to impress because you're representing me as well."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment, but you nodded in agreement. "I'll do my best," you muttered with the most fake smile possible.

As the driver pulled up to your place, you quickly gathered your things and stepped out of the limousine. You knew you needed to get ready quickly since it was almost time, but you also needed to give a good image of yourself at the party. You’re the vice president’s kid, after all.

You fixed your hair and face before you rushed straight to your closet. Finding the perfect outfit. The material was velvet blue, and it combined with your subtle silver jewelry.

After 45 minutes, the limousine was outside. You stepped in, and Derek started to check you out with those eyes, taking in every detail of you. Not in admiration but more in a judgmental way.

“Get here.” He demands . You were confused by his tone, but you leaned closer to him anyway.

Derek rolled his eyes and started to fix your clothes. His eyes curiously traveled around your figure before landing on your lips. You followed his gaze. A shiver ran down your spine at the thoughts you were having now.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"No, nothing's wrong," he muttered, continuing to adjust your attire. "You just look... too... accessible."

You raised an eyebrow, not understanding his cryptic remark. "And what's wrong with that?"

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your body.

"I don't want anyone else getting ideas," he whispered, his breath sending chills all over you. "They need to know you're mine, understand?"

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of anger and arousal coursing through your veins. Yes, you were both fake dating, but that didn't make you his property.

"I'm not yours," you managed to croak out, trying to maintain your composure.

Derek voiced an annoyed chuckle before his hand was placed on your cheek. His touch was soft, and suddenly he slapped you in a teasing manner. “You are now. Like it or not,” he said with a husky tone that rang in your ears and made your heart stop.

“You think I don’t notice your eyes literally undressing me?” He leaned closer, pressing his body hard against yours.

“And I bet you fuck other people wishing I was taking their place.”

You felt your heart race as Derek's body pressed against yours, his words sending a jolt of electricity through your entire being. His confidence was intoxicating, and his dominance was undeniable.

"I don't fuck random people," you retorted, trying to keep your voice steady. "And I certainly don't wish you were in their place."

"Yeah, right,” Derek said as he raised the dark partition window of the limousine to give you both more privacy between you and the driver. He then grabbed your neck lightly, but his fingertips pierced your neck thoroughly. “Let me show you that you’re wrong about that.” He said before he leaned to kiss you.

As expected, Derek wasn’t soft, no. His kisses were rough, aggressive, and undeniably passionate. His fingers bit into your neck, causing you to groan into his mouth. There was no denying the electricity between you; the tension and attraction were impossible to ignore.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless and flushed, your heart pounding in your chest that you swore you could hear it. "Like I said," he growled, his eyes dark and harsh. "you're mine."

He spread his legs, giving you access to his bulge. The gray dress pants leave little to the imagination. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight before you, your heart racing even faster. Derek's confidence was astounding, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire coursing through your veins. "You're pushing it, Danforth.”

Derek grabbed your wrists forcefully; his eyes narrowed as he pulled you closer. “Make use of your mouth for once.” He said, letting go of you so he could roll off his pants and underwear, exposing his erect cock, glazed with pre cum.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then you steeled yourself and leaned forward, extending your tongue and tentatively touching the tip of his cock. The taste of his cum was bittersweet and hot, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you.

Derek groaned, his hand gripped your hair and pulled your head closer to his crotch. "That's better," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "Get on your knees and suck it like you mean it."

You paused for a moment longer, trying to gather your courage, before you did as he complied, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and taking it slowly into your mouth. It was bigger than anything you've ever encountered, and it felt strange yet right in your mouth, almost like it was it’s only use.

You began to move your head up and down, your tongue swirling around the base of his cock, exploring every inch of him. Derek groaned again, his hips rocking slightly against your face, encouraging you to take more of him. You did, deep-throating him until you gagged slightly, but you didn't stop.

“You like when you get treated like a whore, don't you?” He asked teasingly before you slapped his inner thigh in response.

“And a brat too.” he chuckled.

You continued to suck and stroke his cock, feeling his warmth and hardness against your throat. His moans turned into growls, and his grip on your hair tightened. The power he held over you was intoxicating, and you found yourself lost in the rhythm of his thrusts and your head movements.

The cars and rain noises were replaced by the sounds of your slurping and his grunts. Your hands gripped his thighs tightly, digging into his flesh and leaving a few marks as you took more of him into your mouth. The feeling of being owned by him was addictive, and you wanted more.

Derek whimpered, his hips thrusting faster as his cock grew harder in your mouth. "That's it, that’s it... oh fuck," he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "You like this, don't you?" Derek asked as he looked down at you, enjoying the sight of you on your knees just for him. "Being my dirty little slut?"

You moaned around his cock, your response muffled but clear enough. You didn’t want to admit it but you loved being his slut, loved satisfying him and making him feel good. You continued to bob your head, sucking him off eagerly as he called you names. It only turned you on more, knowing that you were his to use. Derek's hands tightened on you, guiding you as he thrust into your mouth. "That's good." He praised. "Such a good slut for me."

Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly. You loved the way he growled and shook when you did that, how much it drove him wild. "You like how you're mine, don't you?" Derek asked. "You love being my fuck toy huh?"

Without waiting for a response, he pulled you off his cock forcefully, causing you to choke and gag before spitting on your face. "Open wide.” he ordered, positioning his cock at your lips again. This time, you didn't hesitate. You opened wide, waiting for him to thrust back inside your throat. "That's better," he praised, starting to thrust faster and deeper, his hips moving in sync with your head's movement.

You gagged and choked on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continued to fuck your mouth. You loved the feeling of being his toy, owned and used for his pleasure.

Derek's hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling your head back harder, forcing more of his cock into your throat. "I know you love it," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "If you keep doing this you might become my favorite fuck toy.”

You moaned around his cock, unable to form coherent words, but the meaning behind his words resonated strongly within you. You wanted this, wanted to belong to him completely, to please him in every way possible. You could feel his cock throbbing in your throat, ready to come at any second.

With a final growl, Derek pushed your head deeper as he came, filling your mouth with him. You gagged slightly but managed to swallow it all, feeling satisfied with your performance despite the big size.

As you were about to get up from your knees, Derek grabbed your neck and looked down at your teary eyes.

"One more thing," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt the limousine stop as you both finally arrived at the party. Derek looked at the window then at you. “We’re not done for the night.” He said before letting go of your neck, his hands buckling his pants again.

Once he was all set, you both stepped out, walking to the party. You felt a mix of exhaustion and excitement as you followed Derek. You weren't sure what he meant by "Not done for the night,” But you were eager to find out.

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welcome to notting hill mel we’re super excited to have you here, you’ve got twenty-four hours to send in your accounts!

⸻ LAKEITH STANFIELD. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of RUNNIN’ (LOSE IT ALL) by beyoncé, well, it describes OMARI WEST to a tee! the thirty year old, and SEMI-RETIRED MMA FIGHTER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE are/is more indirect or more LOYAL instead? anyway, they remind me of a single lost soul in a desolate room, heavy breathing echoing in one’s ears, bruised knuckles & a deeply tarnished heart of gold, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ MEL ] // jude’s ex !

⸻ MAGGIE Q. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of HOUSE OF BALLOONS/GLASS TABLE GIRLS by the weeknd, well, it describes SORA NGUYEN to a tee! the forty-one year old, and HEIRESS + OWNER OF ECLIPSE NIGHTCLUB + HACKER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more manipulative or more ORGANIZED instead? anyway, they remind me of building walls around your very soul, a glass of wine with fingernails wrapped around it with matching nails, an attitude that does not match one’s wealth & secrets hiding behind glossed lips, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ MEL ]

⸻ CEMRE BAYSEL. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of PARTY OF ONE by brandi carlisle, well, it describes LEILA ÖZDEMIR to a tee! the twenty-five year old, and VOCAL PERFORMANCE MASTERS STUDENT + BARISTA @ THE GRIND was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more pessimistic or more GENTLE instead? anyway, they remind me of a brain that is swimming in sheet music, a gentle hand accompanied by a reassuring smile, a melodic voice dancing through a practice room hallway & a collection of graphic t-shirts that all smell faintly of coffee, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ MEL ]

⸻ ANGELA SARAFYAN. SHE/HER / have you ever heard of I DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE by pvris, well, it describes YEVA GALSTYAN to a tee! the thirty-six year old, and SECURITY/BOUNCER @ WOLFE’S DEN was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more high-strung or more REALISTIC instead? anyway, they remind me of voices of her past drumming against one’s skin, the endless need to find salvation, slicked back hairstyles & a gaze that brings people to their knees, maybe you’ll bump into them soon! [ MEL ]

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RIP VIrgil Abloh

Virgil Abloh died on November 28, 2021, after a private battle with cardiac angiosarcoma, a rare form of cancer. He was 41. The Off-White founder and Men’s Artistic Director of Louis Vuitton was most recently seen in Doha, Qatar, at the opening of his exhibition “Figures of Speech.”

Personal Life/A Hero Is Born :

Abloh was born on September 30 outside of Chicago. He and his sister are raised in nearby Rockford, by Ghanaian immigrant parents. Abloh attends the Boylan Catholic High School—official colors green and white—and graduates in 1998. His mother is a seamstress and teaches him the tricks of her trade.

Abloh completes his undergraduate degree in civil engineering at the University of Wisconsin–Madison. (In 2015, he would return to design commemorative tees for the university.) Rumor has it that on the day of his graduation, he skips his final critique to take a meeting with Kanye West’s then-manager John Monopoly. West and Abloh begin officially working together soon after.

In 2006 Abloh completes his master’s degree in architecture from the Illinois Institute of Technology. During his time at IIT, a Rem Koolhaas building is completed, which Abloh says, “piqued my interest and opened my gateway into fashion.”

The Beginning Of A Legend:

In 2009 Abloh and West become interns at Fendi in Rome. Louis Vuitton CEO Michael Burke recently told The New York Times, “I was really impressed with how [Abloh and West] brought a whole new vibe to the studio and were disruptive in the best way. Virgil could create a metaphor and a new vocabulary to describe something as old-school as Fendi. I have been following his career ever since.”

Abloh and West, along with a crew of famous friends, make the rounds at Paris Fashion Week, turning heads in the process. They’re photographed by Tommy Ton for http://Style.com outside of the Comme des Garçons show in what becomes a widely circulated pic. Abloh tells W magazine, “We were a generation that was interested in fashion and weren’t supposed to be there. We saw this as our chance to participate and make current culture. In a lot of ways, it felt like we were bringing more excitement than the industry was.”

In 2010 Abloh officially assumes the role of creative director at Donda, West’s creative agency.

In 2011 Abloh art directs the album Watch the Throne by Jay-Z and West, an achievement that earns him a Grammy nomination. The album cover is designed by Riccardo Tisci, then the creative director of Givenchy, a role Abloh was rumored to be up for after “Tisci’s departure” in 2017.

It’s 2012 Abloh launches his first brand, Pyrex Vision, in New York. He purchased deadstock Ralph Lauren flannel shirts for $40 each, and screen printed them with the word Pyrex and the number 23, an homage to his childhood hero, Michael Jordan. They sell for $550 each.

2013, Abloh shutters Pyrex and founds Off-White, a multi-platform creative endeavor based in Milan. Its main medium is fashion. At Off-White, he combines ideas of streetwear, luxury, art, music, and travel, defining the brand simply as, “the gray area between black and white as the color Off-White.” From the get-go, hovering quotation marks become Abloh’s signature.

In 2014 Abloh launches womenswear for Off-White and begins showing his men’s and women’s collections during Paris Fashion Week.

2015 Abloh’s womenswear operation gains steam when Beyoncé wears a palm-print sweatshirt with the word Nebraska on it, an homage to Raf Simons’s Fall 2002 Virginia Creepers collection, in Nicki Minaj’s video for “Feeling Myself.” That same year, Off-White is named a finalist for the LVMH Prize. He loses the grand prize and special prize to Marques’Almeida and Jacquemus, respectively.

i’m 2016 Abloh opens his first concept store in the Aoyama area of Tokyo. The store features a watercooler with Off-White branded cups that visitors take for free and resell on the secondary market.

Abloh debuts his Grey Area furniture collection in Milan, his first furniture venture under the Off-White brand. It features iron grid chairs, benches, and tables with leather cushions and Carrara marble tops.

In 2017, Even with the announcement of a collaborative exhibition with Takashi Murakami opening at Gagosian; the release of his first song; the opening of his New York store; the British Fashion Award for Urban Luxe Brand; and collaborations with Warby Parker, Jacob the Jeweler, and Jimmy Choo, the biggest news for Abloh in 2017 is The Ten, his sneaker partnership with Nike. Abloh re-creates 10 of Nike’s iconic silhouettes in a work-in-progress style, each adorned with a safety tag around the laces. The limited release leaves the sneaker market hungry for more, and Abloh hosts panels and workshops with Nike and additional releases throughout the year.

17 Year Old Virgil Is Very Proud:

2018 Virgil Abloh is named the artistic director of Louis Vuitton’s menswear collections, stepping into the role vacated by his friend and mentor Kim Jones. “It is an honor for me to accept this position. I find the heritage and creative integrity of the house are key inspirations and will look to reference them both while drawing parallels to modern times,” he says in a statement.

2019. Virgil Alboh’s artworks will be the subject of an exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, and his Ikea collaboration will be released through the brand’s international stores.

Virgil Abloh. A Hero. A Black Superhero. Who Left An Impact In Everyone’s Life, This Is Not The End His Spirit And Kindness Will Roam This Earth Forever. Thank You For Beating The Odds And Making It Possible For Kids Everywhere. We Love You. You Can Now Rest. (9-30-1980)- (11- 28-2021)

#rip virgil #virgil abloh #we love you #i love you virgil #2021 #louis vuitton #pharrell williams #kanye west #don c #good music #jay z #off white #legendary #icons #art #iconic artist #visionaire

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Racist Clothing Brands + Black Brands to Buy From Instead:

Racist Brands

Chanel

Chanel has been repeatedly accused of racially profiling Black customers and last year they hired a white woman as head of their "diversity and inclusion" department.

Gucci

Gucci has a complicated history with the Black community, stemming from them all but trying to destroy Dapper Dan's business only to hire him two decades later. Most recently they came under fire for releasing a sweater that had suspiciously Blackface elements and stealing designs from Black designers.

Prada

Prada has a similar history and they recently had to apologize after releasing a collection of monkey key chains.

Dior

Dior's most recent fragrance campaign came under fire for racist undertones but a Black Hollywood stylist also gave BET.com an account of an incident that she had with a brand. The stylist requests to remain anonymous says, "they compromised our creative relationship by not following through on requests and instead loaning looks that were promised to me to white actors instead."

Celine

Celine's branding is notoriously extremely thin and extremely white. A quick scroll of their social media will reveal exactly their opinion on Black lives.

Barney’s

Before going bankrupt, Barney's had to pay out a settlement in a racial discrimination case of $525k to two plantiffs.

Moda Operandi

A former employee of the company released this thread on Moda Operandi, citing several micro aggressions she suffered there.

Burberry

Burberry issued an apology after releasing a sweater featuring a noose motif.

Tommy Hilfiger

In 1996, Tommy Hilfiger famously made comments against the Black community and has since clarified what he meant, but the hurt in the community lingers.

Moschino

Managers discriminated against black customers who did not appear to be rich or famous.

“If a potential black client was not a celebrity and did not have an outward appearance of money via diamonds or name brands, defendant [Ranna] Selbak called them a ‘Serena’ to other sales associates and wanted the ‘Serena’ to be closely watched,” according to the complaint.

Versace

A former male Versace employee sued Versace for allegedly firing him after his manager realized he was Black.

Zara

Zara was accused of using racial code words for black and Latinx customers. The Center for Popular Democracy surveyed 251 Zara employees in New York City about the retailer’s practices. Poll respondents said that when the term “special order” was used at the store, employees were to find the location of the shoppers in question and follow them around. Black customers were most often described as “special orders,” according to the survey results.

Reformation

They were criticised for their internal practices by a black former employee, Elle Santiago. Santiago said she was denied work promotions in favor of white colleagues, as well as being ignored by the company founder, Yael Aflalo, because of her race.

“Being overlooked and undervalued as a woman of color who worked and managed their flagship store for three years was the hardest,” Santiago wrote in an Instagram post picked up by industry watchdog Diet Prada. “I cried many times knowing [that] the color of my skin would get me nowhere in the company.”

Urban Outfitters

“As one of very few PoC [people of color] I quickly noticed the toxic environment I’d joined,” says the former employee, who wishes to remain anonymous. “Within my first month my manager made a flippant racist comment in regards to an Uber I’d called; the driver’s name was Muhammad. Her comment was, ‘You would get a Muhammad’ – in what I can only take as a comment made because of my heritage.

“There’s no PoC in the executive team and very little representation of PoC in head office, on the website, marketing campaigns and within the retail management teams.”

The company has a history of producing offensive items of clothing, including a seemingly blood-spattered T-shirt seen as a reference to the 1970 Kent State shootings; a T-shirt in a color named “Obama/Black”; another featuring a six-pointed badge, which seemed to allude to the Star of David badge that Jewish people were forced to wear during the Holocaust; and a racially insensitive Navajo line which used the Navajo nation name illegally.

Dolce & Gabbana

Ads, featured a Chinese woman struggling to eat spaghetti and pizza with chopsticks.

Comme des Garçons

White models wore wigs of traditional Black people’s hairstyles during its men’s autumn/winter 2020 show.

BLACK BRANDS

ASATA MAISE

This designer transforms vintage fabrics into unique pieces that are made to be photographed. I mean, this whole slideshow of looks is A-R-T. Of course, being a one-person business can be overwhelming, so if you have the means, you can donate to Asata's GoFundMe which will provide her with equipment to keep up with demand.

Website: asatamaise.com

MIE

If dreamy, flowy dresses are up your alley, you definitely want to give this brand a follow. All the pretty pieces, including this stunning red puff-sleeve number, are made by local seamstresses and artisans in Lagos, Nigeria where it's based.

Website: mie.ng

JBD Apparel

Kim Kardashian recently gave this brand a shoutout, and it's easy to see why she's a fan of these body-hugging knit sets. All the pieces are handmade to order.

Website: jbdapparel.com

PHLEMUNS

Another celeb fave is this gender-neutral brand designed by James Flemons and based out in Los Angeles. Solange Knowles, Lizzo, Billie Eilish, Clairo, Lil Nas X, Miley Cyrus, and Bella Hadid have all worn its designs.

Website: phlemuns.com

RIOT SWIM

Looking for a truly standout swimwear piece to add to your summer wardrobe? Check out this label designed by Monti Landers featuring minimalistic silhouettes and shades that blend in seamlessly with darker skin tones.

Website: riotswim.com

COME BACK AS A FLOWER

Specializing in hand-dyed garments, the pieces are ethically made using 100 percent recycled cotton. It also does drops of cool vintage tees, and stars like ASAP Rocky and Big Sean have worn its clothes.

Website: cbaaf.org

HUMANS BEFORE HANDLES

This jewelry label has some of the cutest accessories for summer (eyeing these seashell ones, wow), and most impressive is the fact that everything is under $50.

Website: humansbeforehandles.com

LAQUAN SMITH

Here’s a real celeb fave (Rihanna, Beyoncé, and sooo many more have worn his pieces). Go to LaQuan Smith for any of your glam/sexy outfit needs, please!

Website: laquansmith.com

BROTHER VELLIES

Founder Aurora James creates truly one-of-a-kind shoes (please look at this pair of mesh boots topped with feathers) and small leather goods that are handmade by artisans around the world.

Website: brothervellies.com

CUSHNIE

Designer Carly Cushnie’s sleek styles have been worn by the likes of Jennifer Lopez, Ashley Graham, and Lupita Nyong’o, btw.

Website: cushnie.com

JADE SWIM

Need a swimsuit? You’re going to want one of these pretty, minimal designs by former fashion editor and stylist Brittany Kozerski.

Website: jadeswim.com

CHRISTOPHER JOHN ROGERS

The 26-year-old designer from Louisiana was one of the hottest tickets at New York Fashion Week in February 2020, and high-profile ladies like Michelle Obama and Cardi B. have worn his unique, colorful pieces. Find his clothing exclusively at Net-a-Porter online.

Website: christopherjohnrogers.com

MATEO NEW YORK

Matthew Harris of Mateo New York is a self-taught jewelry designer hailing from Montego Bay, Jamaica, and living in NYC. Shop here for beautifully minimal 14k-gold fine jewelry.

Website: mateonewyork.com

TELFAR

Looking for something truly magical and out there? Consider designer Telfar Clemens, whose hybrid pieces (hello, “sweatpant jeans” and “scarf-collar shirt”) really stand out.

Website: telfar.net

FENTY

DUH.

Website: fenty.com

PYER MOSS

Founded by designer Kerby Jean-Raymond in 2013, Pyer Moss uses its platform for social change, storytelling, and activism as well as art and design. For shopping, come for the bright, matching suits, glam, and pleated gowns and stay for comfy sweats and jeans.

Website: pyermoss.com

+ More Brands Here +

#blm #gucci #urban outfitters #black lives matter #black brands #black owned #tommy hilfiger #dolce and gabbana #zara #chanel #versace #juneteenth

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Karaoke Night (Booboo Stewart x Reader)

A/n: So I hope you guys like it! I'm currently working on the rest of my requests. I'm probably gonna hold off on the sunset curve one cause I don't know if I'm gonna make that a smut yet. Also I do have a JATP groupchat for 18+ and a tumblr taglist so comment if you wanna be added to any of those!

Requested by: Perksofbeingjune34 (Wattpad)

Warnings: Drinking

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I set Jadahs makeup in place smiling at her reaction.

"Thanks y/n! I look great" She grinned.

"I'm so ready for tonight"

"Me too Jadah. We should get going before we miss getting a ride"

"I'm sure Booboo will wait for you" She teased knowing about my small crush on the actor.

"He has to. We're roommates" I stated fixing my eyeliner in the mirror in front of us.

After a long day my uncle Kenny invited the cast and crew to a karaoke night to celebrate none other than the birthday of Jadah Marie who was turning 16. And like any good niece I of course said yes to the invitation being very good friends with the young girl. Fortunately enough, having talent in the makeup department gave me an opportunity to work with uncle Kenny on a lot of amazing projects. Including his current one. Julie and the Phantoms.

I had worked with some of the cast previously including Jadah herself, Cheyenne Jackson, and of course my best friend and roommate Booboo Stewart. Who I had met on the set of the very first Descendants. We've been close ever since. Even renting an apartment together in LA and of course begging my uncle to pair us as roommates here in Vancouver.

I sighed running to the back of the trailer pulling out my gift for Jadah, handing it to the girl.

"Here open it when you get the chance. But we should really get going" I said taking off my jacket showing off the nice dress I had put on for tonight.

"Thanks. You look great. I'm sure you'll catch someone's attention tonight" She spoke wiggling her eyebrows.

"Jadah I did not tell you about my crush for you to tease me all the time. I told you so you could stop accusing me of it"

I playfully rolled my eyes, shutting the door behind us.

"Crush on who?" A familiar voice asked from behind us making my eyes go wide.

"Booboo what are you doing here?" I asked taking in the boys appearance.

A nice navy blue suit paired with a pair of white shoes. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and white button down opened just enough to show off the gold friendship necklace I got him for his own birthday.

"I waited for you. I promised everyone I'd get you two to Karaoke in one piece. Now answer my question. You have a crush on who?"

"Harry Styles" I replied.

The young girl clearly stifling a laugh from beside me.

"Oh" He replied with a frown.

"Well that's nothing new. We should get going. Don't want the birthday girl to be late" He smiled at Jadah as we made our way towards the parking lot.

The ride to the restaurant wasn't a complete loss. Jadah making the tension in the air float away. Starting off by playing I spy to telling stupid jokes causing laughter to fill the air.

"Okay we're here" Booboo stated as we pulled up to the front of the restaurant. I thanked the valet who opened my door waiting for Jadah and Booboo.

The two each took one side of me as we walked towards the karaoke bar. Immediately spotting the table that was making noise. I giggled as Owen waved us over crazily.

The hostess immediately walking us over.

"Jadah! Y/n!" Madison shouted getting up to hug us.

I smiled sliding into the booth in between Savannah and Booboo.

"You look beautiful sweetheart"

"Thanks uncle Kenny. This place is fancy"

"This place has drinks" Charlie stated holding up a menu"

"Hallelujah to being 21" I announced taking a menu.

"You want something?" I asked the boy beside me.

"Can't I'm driving"

"Right. Ones of us has be responsible"

"And sober enough to carry the other one to her bedroom so she doesn't trip over her own two feet" He teased bumping my shoulder.

"It was one time"

"It was twice actually" Booboo corrected me making me playfully roll my eyes.

"Did I mention you look beautiful by the way?" He spoke getting closer to me.

"Uh no. Thank you though" I shyly smiled looking over the menu.

"Your very welcome. I'm a lucky guy you know?"

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm going home with the prettiest girl here tonight" He whispered in my ear. My cheeks burning brighter than a thousand suns.

"Really? Where is she?" I attempted to joke to calm the blood rushing to my face.

"For your information she's sitting right next to me. You know since were roommates and all"

"Oh right of course" I spoke shaking off the slight tinge in my heart.

The waitress soon made her way over taking down our drinks. I ordered something semi strong knowing I'd need it to get through the night.

I loved the cast. They were amazing really. But they take a lot of energy to keep up with which I don't have on my own. Me or Booboo for that matter which is why instead of going out the two of us enjoyed to stay in and cuddle. Of course having a movie marathon. Usually comedies. Like all close friends do. Right?

"So who's gonna go up first?" Owen asked no one daring to speak up.

"Come on I get a cast full of talented singers and no one wants to sing" My uncle said as yet another person went up on stage.

"Oh can one of you go up there and like serenade me or something" I asked excitedly.

"Booboo your girls talking but I don't see you moving" Savannah said making everyone chuckle.

"Oh Y/n can go!" Madison yelled excitedly.

"No she's can't" I said playing with my fingers.

"Oh you totally could. We don't judge here" Charlie agreed.

"I really can't. I do makeup I don't sing"

"You do you liar. I've heard you when you think you're alone in the makeup trailer. Your amazing"

"I'm not singing Mads"

"Come on it can be my birthday present" Jadah grinned.

"Forget it guys. My own niece hasn't even let me hear her sing" My uncle spoke making me roll my eyes.

"I'm not doing it. There's no way"

"Come on y/n/n" Booboo finally spoke placing a hand on my arm.

I looked up at the man in front of me and back at his hand. He quickly moved it away sending me his signature smile.

"You know you have it in you"

"Let's get her drunk!" Charlie yelled raising his arms in the air making us all laugh.

"Charlie might actually be on the right track" I chuckled.

"I'll get the shots" Booboo spoke slipping out of the booth.

I took my 4th shot beginning to feel the liquid courage take over me.

"Are you drunk enough yet? Owen asked. I giggled nodding my head watching my uncle nod his head in disapproval.

"I brought you guys here to celebrate poor Jadah's birthday and you repay me by getting my niece drunk" Uncle Kenny spoke making me burst out in laughter.

"Your gonna be so proud of me" I laughed pushing Booboo out of the booth and standing up.

I made my way towards the stage with the help of Savannah. Watching as she walked towards the dj leaving me alone with the microphone.

I grinned upon hearing the beginning of a familiar song.

Yeah, everybody's got a thing

But some don't know how to handle it

Always reaching out in vain

Just taking the things not worth having

But don't you worry 'bout a thing

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama

'Cause I'll be standing on the side

When you check it out, oh

I sang watching the reaction of the table I was previously sat at. They were shocked as they should be. But the tequila in my system couldn't care less.

They say your style of life's a drag

And that you must go other places

Just don't you feel too bad

When you get fooled by smiling faces

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby

'Cause I'll be standing on the side

When you check it out

When you get it off your trip

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, yeah

Come on!

Everybody needs a change

A chance to check out the new

You're the only one to sees

The changes you take yourself through

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Don't you worry 'bout a thing (thing)

Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

Pa-pa-p, pa-pa-pa-pa

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

Singing at the top of my lungs. I began to dance. Watching the mood of the place change. Everyone beginning to clap along. My eyes landed on the boy I had been crushing on for a while now.

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama

'Cause I'll be standing on the side

When you check it out

When you get it off your trip

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama

'Cause I'll be standing on the side

When you check it out

Oh, don't you worry

Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama

'Cause I'll be standing, I'll be standing

When you

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Don't you worry 'bout a thing

I finished with a bow before making my way back to the table. Taking the shot that sat in front of Charlie.

"Hey!" He yelled.

"That was amazing!" Madison shouted as the whole table began to cheer.

"Thanks guys. It was fun"

"This could be the start of your singing career"

"Thank you but no thank you uncle Kenny. Baby can you get me another shot" I patted Booboos shoulder.

"Did you just call him baby?"

"I meant Booboo" I corrected myself.

"I think you need some rest if your mixing up words" Booboo spoke standing up.

"I-I'm fine" I whispered looking up at him.

"We can rewatch Harry Potter"

"And suddenly I'm ready to go home" I shouted.

"Happy Birthday Jadah" I grinned at the girl.

"Thank you for coming. And my makeup. And my gift. And everything else"

"Your welcome. You deserve it all!" I shouted lifting my arms in the air. Immediately stumbling backwards only to be caught by a pair of arms.

"I'll get her home safely Kenny. Nothing to worry about" He spoke from behind me.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming guys" My uncle spoke as I was led out the place.

"I'm ready for movie night!" I shouted walking out of my bedroom in a pair of sweats and an oversized tee shirt. Booboos shirt to be exact.

"Me too!" He shouted from the kitchen.

"Hogwarts here we come" I spoke sitting down on the couch. Seeing he already had put the disk in.

I watched as he made his way over with a bowl of popcorn at hand.

He placed it on the table laying down on the couch. His head immediately falling onto my lap. I giggled running my fingers through his hair as the opening of the movie started.

We were only 6 minutes in before I glanced down at my lap. There he laid looking so peaceful. So adorable.

I sighed watching as his gaze moved towards me.

The sound of the movie that once filled the room now silent.

"Okay what's up?" He questioned sitting up.

"C-can I sing you something?"

"Like now?"

"Yeah it's a song I wrote"

"You write?"

"Every once in a while. So can I?"

"Of course"

I grinned running to my room pulling out the acoustic guitar inside my closet.

I rushed back outside sitting beside him once more. Biting my lip I began to strum away at the chords.

Your love is bright as ever

Even in the shadows

Baby kiss me

Before they turn the lights out

Your heart is glowing

And I'm crashing into you

Baby kiss me

Before they turn the lights out

Baby love me lights out

In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour)

I'll search through the crowd (I'll search through the crowd)

Your face is all that I see

I'll give you everything

Baby love me lights out

You can turn my lights out

We don't have forever

Ooh, baby daylight's wasting

You better kiss me

Before our time has run out

Mmm yeah

Nobody sees what we see

They're just hopelessly gazing, oh

Oh, baby take me, me

Before they turn the lights out

Before our time has run out

Baby love me lights out

In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour)

I'll search through the crowd (I'll search through the crowd)

Your face is all that I see

I'll give you everything

Baby love me lights out

You can turn my lights out

I love you like XO

You love me like XO

You kill me boy XO

You love me like XO

All that I see

Give me everything

Baby love me lights out

You can turn my lights out

In the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour)

I'll search through the crowd (I'll search through the crowd)

Your face is all that I see

I'll give you everything

Baby love me lights out

You can turn my lights out

I strung the last chord watching as a small smile played at his lips.

"I-it was about you in case you couldn't tell"

"I was hoping you'd say that" He grinned leaning in.

Our lips met in the middle. Moving together in sync. And for a split second it was like the world had disappeared as his hand moved up to caress my cheek.

I giggled as we pulled away watching his face. His happiness radiate with the same energy as mine.

"I really like you" I admitted feeling that blood rush back to my face from earlier.

"I really like you too y/n/n" He whispered leaning in once more.

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Up Next: Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Sunset Curve x Reader (Maybe)

Carrie Wilson x Reader

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine

Erik and Reader are best friends and Reader is the best freaky love for Erik but he doesn’t know how freaky she is. He finds out when he sees her at a heels class dancing to Beyoncé- Rocket.

“Deep down, everyone doubts themselves. Sometimes, I think I’m not good enough but at the end of the day I know I’m the fucking shit. I pray you quit overthinking, replaying failed scenarios, feeding self doubt & seeing the good in everyone but yourself you deserve more, ma.”

He passes Y/N the blunt, licking his full lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, and showing off his gold canines. Taking a puff of weed, Y/N watches Erik scratch the side of his defined torso over a tattoo that says Fuck Reality in that cursive lettering she loved to see. He yawns, blinking his sleepy eyes a few times before looking over at Y/N. She couldn’t help but look at his face.

“Make yourself a priority, Y/N. For real. Stop settling for these toxic lame ass niggas. When you meet a real nigga you gon’ realize you was never asking for too much.”

Y/N passed the blunt back to Erik while staring out of his bedroom window from his king sized bed. She knew her worth, she really did, but she always ended up going back to the same fuck boys.

“You’re too fine to be giving all your time and energy into him. Too fine. My bestfriend needs to know her worth. You looking at me like that but I’m being honest, shit, when was the last time you felt appreciated? When was the last time a nigga did something for you and didn’t expect something in return? Called to check up on you? Texted you back? Ate your pussy because he knows you had a rough week and you just need your pussy ate? Some good sex? When?”

Her carefree bestfriend with his tapered dreads and full beard and mustache. His sincere whiskey colored eyes and messy brows that he always talked with. Raising them, creasing them. He smooths a hand down his solid and sculpted chest before resting that hand over his abs. The gold rings on his fingers against his brown skin was just as beautiful as the sun setting before them.

“I can’t remember. I’m embarrassed to say,” Y/N finally speaks. She heaved a sigh, unzipping her velour pink hoodie, a white form-fitting shirt underneath, “I know I deserve more. Ugh, now I’m going to be single and lonely for Valentine’s.”

Erik sat up on his elbows, the hue of the sunset against his russet skin, “I’m your valentine now. i’ll be there at 10pm climbing through your bedroom window with flowers. Dahlias right? Cool, I’ll see you later tonight?” Erik gave Y/N a teasing smile. She knew he was trying to make her feel better but it didn’t change the fact that it sounded so...honest? Like he wanted to do and say that.

“Scary movies and chill? That romantic movie shit is played out. We can snuggle close with some popcorn with Freddy Kruger on the screen.”

“Your obsession with 80s slasher movies is amazing,” Y/N laughs, “Why must you mix Valentine’s with blood and gore, Erik?”

“Why not? Instead of bleeding your heart out because you’re heart broken, you can watch a heart actually bleeding out,” Erik chuckles before he ashes out the blunt in his ceramic ashtray that Y/N made for him with 4/20 carved into it.

“Should I dress up?” Y/N played along.

“Just keep those same straight backs in your hair and wear those little stripe linen shorts that make your ass look nice. Oh, and that mini white T-shirt that says Daddy on it in pink letters. Can’t forget the mix match ankle socks either.”

“You can wear a durag with a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. The ones you wear that’s all loose fitting on you because you refuse to wear a tighter one? Yeah, and a pair of Vans.”

“What time for our little date, ma?”

“8. And don’t be late either.”

“To a date with you? Never.”

“Okay, I have a question,” Y/N turns towards him, “what’s your idea of a perfect night with your girl?”

“Hmm,” Erik rolled his moistened lips in deep thought, “Dick rubs and intellectual conversations. Head in a comfortable bed. Falling asleep with my head laying on her crotch so I can just pull her panties to the side and eat her pussy. Honestly, give pleasure by just being there. We don’t even have to talk or fuck. Presence is just comforting.”

“That sounds amazing,” Y/N never had those things but that’s what her bestfriend likes? She wished she had that same treatment.

“Those chill, nice nights with someone you feel comfortable with.” Erik spoke in a low tone while twirling a single loc, “I crave that.”

“I know, ugh, me too, Erik,” Y/N laid back against the bed, “I have to go to class today.”

Erik gave her a questioning look, “What class?”

Y/N turned around to lay on her belly, “A heels class. Remember I was telling you that I started doing this like a month ago?”

“Shorty, I have other things going on with me right now I didn’t focus on that,” Erik gives her a sad look, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been working on a routine. I think I have it down. It’s gonna be real sexy.”

“Sexy? Who you tryna impress with this class?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N teased.

“Ah, man. That ain’t fair, ma. I’m your bestie.”

“You are but I don’t need to tell you my business,” Y/N rolls her eyes into her head.

“It’s cool, cuz I’m coming there with you.”

Y/N’s face flushed.

“What? I can’t come-“

“NO.”

She didn’t want Erik to watch her dance. Being surrounded by those women made her feel like she was in her room dancing in the mirror. They all connected because they related to each other. If Erik came there she would probably mess up her routine since he would definitely be watching her move. It was a heels choreography class and Erik is a man, he’s going to watch. Y/N wore either a pair of black high crotch panties with fishnets and a cropped t shirt or a form fitting leotard with black sheer stockings. Six inch heels on her feet with a skinny heel since she’s gotten better. Popping her ass and hitting splits to the music. Erik never saw her like that. What would he say and do when he did?

“It really ain’t that deep, ma,” Erik jokes because Y/N was spaced out, “I promise I won’t laugh at you. I don’t have shit else to do but sit around so let me come with you.”

Y/N pondered while staring down at her hands before heaving a sigh of defeat, “okay. You can come.”

“I knew you would say yes,” Erik gave her a half smirk, “You can’t tell me no even if you tried.”

“Don’t embarrass me in there, Erik,” Y/N spoke to him with a warning in her voice. She knew he could be silly and fuck with her but when she danced, it was her time to shine.

“Teh, girl, you really think I would do that?”

Erik got closer to Y/N, leaning on his elbows while his face got closer to hers, “I’ll be on the side lines cheering you on. I promise, okay?”

Y/N looked up into his eyes, giving Erik a weird look before turning away from him, “Okay.”

He was acting very...strange. Not like his usual self but Y/N could be overthinking it. She sat up on her knees, lifting off the bed to put her sneakers back on before picking up her velour jacket and her PINK gym bag that carried all of the things she needed for class.

“Put on a shirt and come on, Erik.” She picked up a shirt that was wrinkled and balled up on the floor before throwing it at him, “I’m not trying to be late!”

“Calm that shit the fuck down, Y/N. Don’t give me attitude before I really make you late for this class.”

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“You calm down yet?” Erik asks Y/N while following behind her to the dance studio that held her heels class. The closer they walked, the more Erik could hear the deep base to the sensual music that vibrates the walls. He’d sit back and watch a bunch of women shake their ass in heels. Erik looked at his bestfriend walking ahead of him as she lead the way with a sway of her hips. Those tantalizing hips. Erik looked up at the back of her head as if she had eyes back their and could see him checking her out. He couldn’t help himself. Like he said back in his room, she’s too fine.

“Are you going to behave?” She looked back at him over her shoulder with a brow raised, “Well? Are you?”

“Yes ma’am,” Erik said with a husky voice, “whatever you say.”

Y/N rolled her eyes before making a left turn, opening the double doors to a dimly lit studio with a pink neon sign of a woman in heels that read dance. A few chairs rested in the corner of the room, mirrors were placed on one side of the wall so that the ladies could watch themselves. A guy stood off to the side in deep conversation with a short plump girl about 5’ 3 dressed in a mesh leotard with red fishnets and heels. He was fumbling with a camcorder that Erik assumes is used to record the ladies do their routines. On the polished hardwood floor, directly in the middle, were all the ladies doing stretches. Some were down in a split stretching out their legs, others were bending over to touch their toes, stretching out their backs. Erik recognized the music. It sounded like Teyana Taylor & Kehlani- Morning.

“Okay, I gotta get myself changed, I’ll be back, alright?” Y/N spoke with a whisper to him.

“Yeah, I’ll be over here,” Erik pointed to a black chair with a leather cushion to sit on.

“Cool,” Y/N gave Erik a silly smile before walking away, waving to a few ladies as she made her way over to the dressing room. Erik rested his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants that he wore. The wrinkled shirt wasn’t the shirt he had on. He was wearing a muscle tee with the sides cut really low, giving you a view of his muscles and scars along his ribs down to his hips. Black boots on his feet and gold around his neck and on his fingers. Erik scratches his scruffy facial hair while looking around the class. When he did this, eyes were on him, wondering who this handsome guy was that came with Y/N. He entertained their looks for a minute before taking his phone out of his pocket to scroll through pointless apps.

“Oooo, Y/N, what routine are we gonna start out with today, honey?” A tall mocha skinned girl with a large curly bush and a black catsuit on asked. Erik looked up at the mention of her name. His eyes seemed to widen and gawk at Y/N. Erik was in a state of stupor. Stupefied but mesmerized at the same time.

“I have something I’ve been working on all week but that can wait for tomorrow. I gotta have a guy to do the lap dance with. When is Montell coming back?”

“Girl, why use Montell when you can use him?” The tall chick pointed at Erik. Erik looks over at Y/N, watching her eyes grow wide.

“Erik? No,” Y/N laughs, “He’s just here to watch until I’m done.”

The chubby chick that was talking to the camera guy came over to intrude, “Isn’t that your boyfriend though?”

“No. He’s my bestfriend and he’s just going to watch.”

“Well, can I use him for my routine then? I put a little something something together to Ciara- Body Party and I need a nigga to pop this ass on. He so cute, Y/N. Hi bestfriend!” The pretty chubby girl waved at Erik who returned the wave with a smile on his full lips.

“He is cute. How can you just be friends with that?”

“Dominique,” Y/N was referring to the taller chick, “Erica,” She looked over at the short plump girl, “I’m using him for my routine.” Y/N spoke with finality. Wasn’t no chick in that class gonna put ass on him if it wasn’t her.

“Oh? Why the change of heart?” Dominique folded her arms while giving Y/N a sassy smile. Y/N didn’t say a word as she walked away, looking over at Erik before sticking her tongue out at him. He was in a fit of laughter, clutching his chest and everything.

Y/N was dressed in a black thong with sheer black stockings that had tiny rhinestones on it, a tiny black and gold wrap top that made her breast sit high and black stilettos on her feet. All that ass out and bouncing each time she walked. Erik knew his bestfriend has body but damn, he never saw her like this. Y/N was fumbling with a wall audio system that was installed to play throughout the studio. She found the song she wanted, pausing it, then grabbing a chair to bring in the center of the dance floor. The other ladies crowded around and the camera guy set up so that it was facing her. Y/N then walked over to Erik, a roll of her eyes while trying to fight a smile. She got down in front of him in a squat, talking closely with him. Erik leaned forward on his elbows to hear her.

“Okay, so I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that but,” She sighed, “I’m gonna need you for my routine.”

“Hmm,” Erik smirked, “What I gotta do?”

Y/N licked her lips, “All you gotta do is sit in that chair for me. You’ll be in that chair while I do all the work, alright?”

“Let me ask you something,” Erik narrowed his eyes, “Why did you change your mind so quick?”

Y/N rolled her eyes away from him before kissing her teeth, “You gonna do that for me, or what?”

“You ain’t off the hook, ma,” Erik stood up, while looking down at Y/N who was still in a squat position while staring up the valley of his body to connect with his eyes, “You gon’ tell me after this class.”

“Whatever,” Y/N finally got up, grabbing Erik’s hand with force, walking him to the middle of the dance floor. He wasn’t nervous one bit. He wanted to see what his bestie could do.

“Sit.” She instructed, earning oooo’s and ahhhh’s from the ladies around them. Erik raises his brows at her before taking his seat real slow, legs wide and one arm stretched over the back of the chair. He motioned with his head for Y/N to get started, his eyes intense and heated. Y/N motioned for one of the girls she started the class with to play her song.

Beyoncé- Rocket began to play.

Let me sit this ass

On you

Y/N sat down real slow on Erik while looking back at him. She wound her hips, back arching and ass moving up the length of his crotch nice and gently. She did a spin on his lap, her leg going up and over his head so she could straddle him. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders before pulling on his shirt to bring him closer to her. She made him watch her while her hips moved over him. Erik has to hold onto the sides of the chair.

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me

Yes, mass appeal

Don't take your eyes

Don't take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like

You can touch me baby

Do you

Do you wanna touch me baby, ooh

Grab a hold, don't let go

Let me know

That you

Ready (ready)

Erik looked at her with eyes so deeply filled with desire there was no denying his attraction to his bestfriend. Y/N held those eyes with her low ones, before grabbing his jaw to tease him. She almost touched his lips with hers but she pulled away before Erik could even get a taste.

I just wanna show you now

Slow it down

Go around

You rock hard

Y/N stood up, getting down on her knees in front of Erik while running a hand from his chest down to his crotch that was indeed rock hard.

I rock steady

She bounced up and down in a squat to demonstrate how steady she would rock on that hard dick. A few chicks wolf whistled at that, cheering her on.

And rock right up to the side of my mountain

Climb until you reach my peak baby, peak babe, peak

And reach right into the bottom of my fountain

Y/N pats her kitty kat to indicate where that fountain he needed to find was.

I wanna play in your deep baby, your deep baby, deep

Then dip me under where you can feel my river flowing and flow

Y/N went back on the floor, her legs coming all the way up to rest on each side of her head. She was open like the peace sign. Her hands ran up her body, eyes still on Erik to show him that she was nothing to play with. He gave her a sly smirk that showed off a single dimple. So this how she got down? She danced all freaky like this? Showing him where she wanted him to go with his hardness?

Hold me 'til I scream for air to breathe

She grabs her neck, body arching from the floor. Erik could feel his dick growing stiffer.

And wash me over until my well runs dry

Send all your sins all over me, babe, me baby, me

Rock it…

Y/N got up from the floor, swaying her hips. She stared into the camera, moving in those heels like she was wearing a pair of sneakers. Erik didn’t know she was this flexible. When she arched her back to pop her ass, getting into a split stance while running her hand on her crotch he wanted to lift from that chair, pick her up, and hold the back of her neck while making her pop her ass on his hard crotch. He had to have restraint because this is her routine but FUCKKK, was it hard.

Rock it 'til waterfalls

Bathe in these waterfalls

She grinned her hips into the floor before bringing her legs up from behind, her heels almost touching the back of her head before rolling over to lift a single leg in the air, grinding her hips forward. She was showing him what that body could do. She was showing him exactly how freaky his bestfriend could be.

I do it like it's my profession

I gotta make a confession

I'm proud of all this bass

When you put it in your face

She stood, arching forward, and grabbing her ankles while looking back at Erik. Her ass popped and swayed from side to side.

By the way, if you need a personal trainer or a therapist

I can be a piece of sunshine, inner peace, entertainer

Anything else that you may read between the lines

You and I create rockets and waterfalls

“YES HUNTY!” One of them yelled out while snapping their fingers.

“THATS IT Y/N!”

Erik nods his head in approval. He found himself rocking to the beat while tapping a single foot and grinding his hips in the chair. She rode that song with so much ease. Beyoncé’s voice mixed with her sensual moves had everyone in that room watching in complete silence now. The song played on and then that’s when it became really intense...

I can't help but love the way we make love

Daddy, daddy

Ooh child, ooh now

Yes, Lord, damn baby

She was going crazy. Popping her ass, arching her back, looking at Erik with her mouth hanging open. Swinging her head from side to side, running her hands over her breasts before jiggling them. That continuous Daddy, Daddy, has Erik losing his mind. The self control was unraveling.

You driving me cray, cray, yeah

You ain't right for doing it to me like that daddy

Y/N crawled towards him. She was staring at him like she wanted to rip his clothes off and show some attention to the hard dick that she felt growing in his pants. When she made it over to him, she got into a handstand, her legs widening into a split, before descending back on him, her legs wrapping around his waist while Erik pulled her forward with his hands on her hips.

Even though

I've been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl

Y/N bends her body back while grinding on him so hard and forceful that Erik couldn’t help but to grind up into her on that chair. His hips were lifting from the chair.

Tell me what you're gonna do about that

He wanted to do something right fucking now. Y/N was driving him crazy. His growls and moans were trapped in his throat because of everyone surrounding him.

Punish me please

Daddy what you're going to do with all of this

Ass

Y/N turns around, her ass rubbing along his chest. Erik moves his hands down her back before slapping her ass, causing Y/N to gasp and everyone around them to cheer and clap.

All up in your face, yeah

Hell yeah

Love me so deep

Ooh my shit's so good it ain't even right

This shit wasn’t fair. She bounced on his lap in a continuous rhythm to the freaky beat. Since she wanted to give him a little lap dance to this beat she was definitely going to fuck him to this song. Bestie or not.

I know I'm right

Hell yeah you the shit

That's why you're my equivalent

So sexy

To Erik’s disappointment, Y/N got up from his lap, circling him in the chair before standing behind him. She lowered her arms over his shoulders from behind, taking her fingers to drag his muscle tee up to reveal his chiseled body. Abs flexed, skin so smooth even with the raised scars, her nails clawing lightly at his ripped abs all the way up to his chest. Her lips lightly touched the side of neck, giving him a lick there while the song faded out. The room erupted with applause at her routine. Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s neck, rocking him back and forth with a big smile on her face. Erik grabs her arms, holding them with a grin on his lips. Y/N did her thing.

“Girllllllllllll,” Dominique shouted while coming over to hug Y/N, “You had your bestfriend ready to hop off this chair and handle you, girl.”

“Oh? Really?” Y/N spoke into Erik’s ear before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “I’m sorry I put this ass on you and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

Erik clenched his jaw. She only fueled him more.

“Nothing to say? Hmm?” She dragged on.

Erik looked up at her with a tilt of his head. She knew those hard domineering eyes meant one thing and one thing only: she was going to get it for sure. He had something for her after this class.

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #erik killmonger

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dc41896 · 4 years

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First Impressions

Since a certain rude giant wants to attack us lol, this is a quick idea I had that’s also paired with a prompt request from @lovelymari4. I did change some things around with the prompt so hopefully that’s ok and that you guys like it😄!

Pairing: Florian Munteanu x Black Reader

Prompt: Florian makes the reader feel some type of way with the choice words he has about her favorite artist

⚠️: None💕!

Watching the metal doors of the elevator slide open, you let out an exasperated breath you’d been holding in since leaving labs. Being in classes since 10 this morning, saying you were happy to be home was an understatement. You couldn’t wait to soak in your tub with your favorite bath bombs and light candles all around as part of your new mini self care routine you recently adopted so you could de-stress.

That is if you could get through the door.

Finally reaching your apartment, you find multiple boxes labeled with various household items blocking the entrance while your neighbor’s door in front of you was wide open. Music not blaring, but at a loud enough volume you could hear a few feet down the hall, you use the knocker below the peephole hopefully banging loud enough they could hear you.

“Um hello?! Scuse me, but I’m trying to figure out who’s stuff is in front of my door?!”

Appearing from around the corner in only his cotton shorts and socks stood who you assumed to be your new neighbor.

Your freakishly good looking and fit neighbor.

Shouting at someone in the room he just left in a language you couldn’t immediately catch, he makes his way towards you taking his shirt from the couch to quickly pull it over his head.

“Sorry about that, we’re moving in and kinda just left everything in the hall since it’s only our apartments on this end. Plus we knew you weren’t home-,”

“Wait how did you know I wasn’t home exactly?”

“Hey Y/N!,” your friend, Dana, smiles appearing from the same room followed by another man.

“Dana what are you doing in their apartment? And I guess you told them I wasn’t home?”

“I’m doing my part in helping the new neighbors move in of course!,” she smiles, helping slide one of the boxes inside before moving to stand beside you.

“...but you don’t even live here and you also hate packing or unpacking.”

“That’s not true, I helped you when you moved!”

“With one box and then you left to get food and it took you two hours to get back,” you retort with a smirk making your new neighbors quietly laugh to themselves and Dana roll her eyes.

“Anyway! I didn’t tell them you weren’t home they figured that out on their own but I did confirm said suspicion.”

“Yea earlier this week we went to everyone on the floor and introduced ourselves. We tried your door a few times but never got an answer. We figured you were either very busy or a hermit,” the originally shirtless one laughs. “I’m Florian by the way and this is my brother Masias.”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you reply shaking both of their hands. “Well since you guys are busy I don’t want to be in the way so I’m gonna head out.”

“You won’t be in the way if you stay, in fact we’re almost done for the day if you want to hang out for a bit. That is if you’re not too tired or don’t have a lot to do.”

“C’mon I know you’ve been stressed out with school, hang out and get your mind off of it for a while! Plus these are two super hot guys and I’m trying to get us dates,” she responds, whispering the last part and making you give her a look.

“Alright sure just let me put my bag up and change,” you answer as your best friend lightly bounces on her feet as she cheers.

———

After returning from changing into one of your university tees and sweatpants (which Dana insisted you not wear in a text she sent not long after you left knowing your usual go to outfit for when you’re home), you joined everyone else on the couch.

You got to know Florian and Masias more as you guys talked and they learned things about you as well, like how you weren’t a hermit but in graduate school working to become a Physian’s Assistant, which explained why you were never in your apartment.

A little later, Florian suggested watching a movie on Netflix to which you first were apprehensive about considering you should probably be spending your time in a more productive way, like reading over your notes and studying. However like Dana said, you didn’t have any tests for a while so you could afford a free day.

Handing the remote to Dana, both men agreed to let you guys pick which movie you wanted to see. You weren’t picky and up for anything leaving the choice to Dana.

Flipping through the different titles, you notice her instantly light up seeing her all time favorite singer, Beyoncé’s, Coachella documentary. “Ok just telling you now, if we don’t find anything else to watch this is gonna be it.”

“D, I’m sure they would rather watch something else than see Homecoming,” you lightly laugh, Dana rolling her eyes as she waves you off continuing to scroll.

“It’s fine, whatever you guys want to watch we’ll be ok with,” Florian replies, softly smiling as the setting sun shines through the open blinds onto his face making him look even more gorgeous.

“Jesus who are his parents, Greek Gods?!,” you thought as you turned your attention back to the bright screen in front of you to not stare.

“I’m not gonna lie though, I don’t really see what the excitement is about her though,” he spoke instantly causing everyone to go silent as all eyes were now on him.

Even Masias knew his brother had just messed up as he looked down shaking his head. “Flo you did not just say that in front of them.”

“I mean she’s beautiful don’t get me wrong, it’s just the music I can’t get into,” he replies, ears turning red from his nerves about what would happen next.

“Ok so I take it you’ve never really sat and listened to a Beyoncé song?,” Dana asked hands pressed together on the table in front of her as if trying to solve the greatest mystery to man.

“I mean I have, but still it didn’t do anything for me.”

“We might need to get your ears checked then.”

“Dana! Don’t listen to her, I understand. Beyoncé does make music more so for women or those who love pop and R&B. You’re more into rap so she’s not really on your music radar,” you explain trying to not only make Florian not feel bad but also let your crazed fan girl of a friend calm down from hearing the slander.

Dana was the textbook definition of a beyhive member. Any form of “disrespect” from anyone towards the queen wouldn’t be tolerated and she definitely had something to say. Never in a threatening way though like how some others were who took it too seriously.

You on the other hand were beyhive adjacent, as you liked to call it. You were technically part of the hive from your love of Beyoncé, but you definitely weren’t about the drama that would happen at times. Thus, you were off to the side of the hive in your own little honeycomb condominium.

“You know what? Just for that, we’re definitely watching it now,” she smiled starting the movie and humming along before the music even started.

———

Now after 11, you helped Florian in the kitchen clean up the glasses and two large bowls you guys used for snacks as Dana talked with Masias on the couch about the places in LA he had to check out.

“You guys don’t hate me too much do you?,” Florian asks leaning against the counter as he wipes water off his hands.

“No why would we hate you?”

“From the looks on your face when I said I wasn’t really into Beyoncé, you’d think I kicked a puppy,” he deeply chuckles making you laugh.

“I’m not gonna lie, when you first said it I did have a couple points listed if it would’ve led to a debate,” you lightly laugh. “Butt it’s like I said you have different preferences in music and that’s ok. Just maybe never mention that in front of Dana again,” you reply making him laugh harder.

“Yea don’t worry, I definitely learned my lesson.”

You spend a few more minutes talking and laughing before a small yawn creeps it’s way out of you as you cover your mouth.

“Uh oh, have we kept Cinderella out pass her curfew?,” he smirks.

“Afraid I’m gonna turn into even more of a bum than I already look?,” you ask matching his smirk as both of you laugh at what others would probably look at as a dumb joke. “I have had a long day so I probably should get going.”

“Ok, let me walk you out.”

“Florian I live literally across the hall right in front of you, you don’t have to.”

“True but anything could happen in those 10, 15 feet. Then not only will Dana hate me for not listening to Beyoncé but also because I let her friend walk out by herself.”

Giggling, you grab your phone and keys from the counter before slipping your feet into your slides beside the front door. “If you insist,” you reply slightly shrugging your shoulders. “D I’m about to leave, are you staying with me tonight?”

“And hear you up at the crack of dawn? I love you girl but I need to sleep in my own bed so I’m gonna head out in a few too,” she answers with a small stretch.

“Ok well text me when you get home. It was nice meeting you Masias!”

“Nice meeting you too Y/N! Hopefully we can all hang out again,” he smiles waving as you and Florian walk out the door.

“Thank you for walking those dangerous 10 feet with me! Who knows what would’ve happened if you weren’t here,” you say, doing your best damsel in distress impersonation.

“I’m sorry I’m a gentleman that always makes sure to walk a lady to her door,” he laughs. “But seriously though if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to get one of us. Even if you just want to get away from your work you’re welcome over here.”

You were trying to continue your cool, nonchalant attitude but the more you stood outside with him, you could feel yourself breaking. Unsure if it was the intense yet soft gaze of his green eyes looking back into yours, or how although he was nervously rubbing the back of his neck he still exuded all the confidence in the world, you felt your palms become sweaty and hoped you didn’t do or say anything stupid.

“Thanks I appreciate that. Well I have class tomorrow so I guess I should get to bed,” you softly smiled as you unlocked your door. “See you later Florian.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

With a smile and small wave, he waited until he heard you lock the door from inside before going back to his place. Smiling to himself just as you were doing with your back pressed against your door.

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