#like the mesh shirt AND these crazy tight pants with the crazy stripes?

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part One

Part Two , Part Three , Part Four

Pairing: Douglas Booth!Nikki Sixx X OC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language

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For anyone else born in the generation I was born in, they were usually allowed to go out on the weekends with their friends, do questionable things and actually learn from mistakes. I, however, couldn’t learn from any mistakes because my parents didn’t give me the room to make mistakes. If I even came close to something our church deemed “out of line”, my mother would remind me “this is not what we do, Vivian” and I would correct whatever it was I was doing. 

It drove my best friend, Tommy, crazy that I would never be able to hang out on some of the biggest nights for him to go watch bands play on the Sunset Strip. He had a passion for music and he wanted to share it with me, but he couldn’t do that unless it was in the form of a cassette tape that would make my mother have a stroke, in his van every Tuesday and Thursday when I was supposed to be tutoring him but ended up getting off topic.

I finally went against my parents when Tommy got in to another band, as a drunmer, our senior year.

"...Tommy, I am in bed. I have church tomorrow and my parents will kill me if I leave right now, especially if they find out it's to go venture down the strip." I argue to him, rubbing my tired eyes and he groans out.

"Viv, you're gonna get dressed, put on something hot, and get your pretty ass down here. I need your support. We've put out fliers everywhere but I don't know how many people are gonna show and I need my favorite girl in the entire fucking universe to come cheer me on." He argues and I yawn.

"Flattery will get you nowhere.” I remind him at the sound of him calling me his favorite girl and he goes silent for a moment, prompting me to sigh out. "I will be down there as soon as I can be. If I get caught, I will kill you. You're buying me food after the show." I state and I feel his excitement through the phone.

"Ah, Yes! You're gonna fucking lose your mind, Viv--"

"Alright, I'll see you in a few minutes. I love you, bye." I hang up to avoid wasting time.

When I finally get down to the Starwood and get inside, I wait patiently for Mötley Crüe to start their performance, my nails nervously digging in to my palms at the little amount of people in here.

It’s not packed out by any means but it’s a decent amount of people, meaning if they blow it, it’ll be hard to come back from it.

My green eyes catch on the first boy I see stepping on to the stage in bright red thigh-high boots, black leather pants and a red tank top with a fishnet mesh layered over it. Following the black-haired bassist is another man who looks a few years older, his black hair long and his choice of T-shirt and dark pants, less flashy than Vince Neil in his white leather pants and black and white striped shirt.

I roll my eyes at the mere presence of the blonde singer, fallen victim to his constant attempts at trying to get me in to bed with him since freshman year.

Lastly, I see Tommy, his excited, puppy-like energy beaming off of him. He sees me, giving me a subtle wave as he twirls his drum stick through his fingers.

His outfit is more so toned down like the guitarist’s, leaving all the show to the bass player and Vince.

I hold my breath as Vince greets us all with a loud “Alright! We’re Mötley Crüe!” As Tommy rattles the Cymbals for extra effect and I squeeze my eyes shut when he accidentally knocks one over and causes a loud crash on stage as it hits the floor.

People start booing and telling them to get off stage, which they ignore, and when Tommy fixes his drums and settles in, Vince starts up.

“C’mon, boys. Let’s rock this hole.” He says into the mic and I rub my forehead at how bad that sounds.

They start playing, and I personally think it could be worse, but the people around me aren’t impressed.

“Who’s the chick singer?” One guy shouts and I open my eyes in time to see Vince retort.

“Fuck you, asshole!” He throws at the guy.

The stranger flicks him off then proceeds to spit on the expensive looking leather gripping at Vince’s legs.

My brows shoot up, wondering if Vince will react. He does the exact thing I knew he would do.

He jumps off the stage and lands in front of his target, but before he can get in a hit, the guy gives him a good punch.

The crowd’s “oh” echoes the walls, and the bass player picks his instrument over his shoulder and hits Vince’s attacker with it before lunging into the crowd at another man joining in on the brawl. I can’t hold back my laughter as Tommy dives at another man about to hit at the bass player.

The guitarist just stays on stage, kicking a guy in the face that tries to start something with him, before strumming his guitar, minding his own business as his band mates are pummeling and being pummeled.

Security eventually breaks up the fight, escorting the trouble makers out, and I wait for the quiet crowd to say something when the three boys stand at the foot of the stage, looking like their careers that never started are ending.

“Fuck yeah! Mötley Crüe!” A random dude screams out, gaining odd looks from everyone, but when he starts clapping, the room slowly joins and ends up cheering for the band.

I clap a little bit, not wanting to give any of them a big ego, but making sure to give an encouraging smile to Tommy.

The three excitedly look at each other before climbing back on stage and getting their crap together to perform to a now willing audience.

The crowd moves closer to the stage as they start playing, an electric feeling coursing through the room, and as compelled as I am to move to the front, I stay in the back, watching critically as Vince starts singing their song “Take Me to The Top.” After they finish their tenth and final song “Live Wire” and close out to a roaring crowd, I head backstage to see Tommy.

We’re on opposite ends of a hallway when we see each other and he screams out my name joyfully and rushes to me with his arms wide open.

“Viv, did you fuckin’ see that?!” He asks, eyes wide and smile big as he picks me up and squeezes me to him tightly. I laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, hugging him.

“I did, Tommy, I’m so proud of you.” I say to him.

“It was fuckin’ sick, dude!” He pipes, looking at me like a child in a candy store before putting me down.

Our interaction is interrupted by Vince clearing his throat, looking at me like I’m a helpless gazelle and he’s a cheetah.

“Oh, guys, this is Vivian.” Tommy tells them. “Viv, this is Mick,” He introduces me to the guitar player.

The man nods at me and mumbles “what’s up.”

“And obviously you know Vince.” He reminds me and I glare at Vince, who’s staring at me.

“Unfortunately.” I mumble.

“Hey, Vivian.” The arrogant peacock says in his “seductive” voice that every girl falls for, his eyes briefly taking over the exposed skin of my legs and arms, being that I’m wearing short, light colored jean shorts and a tight white tank top. “Did you like the show?”

“It was ok.” I don’t even think before blurting. I personally think it went well, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“Ok?” Tommy asks.

“There’s room for improvement.” I reply politely. “Particularly the vocals.” I chop out and Vince cuts his eyes at me. I learned in school I have to mock Vince at least once every time I see him to knock him off of his high horse. It’s a hobby of mine.

“Well you sing the fucking songs and see if you can do any better.” A voice snaps and I turn my attention to where it came from.

Propped against the door frame of the dressing room is the bass player, with similar long, black hair like Mick’s. His hair is heavily teased at the top, making his hazel eyes barely noticeable but I can feel that I struck a nerve without even seeing the look in his eye.

“Nikki, she was just kidding.” Tommy laughs it off. “Lighten up, dude.”

“I was only joking, Vince.” I state to the blonde. “Having a good voice doesn’t change the fact that you’re swine, though.”

“Sticks and stones, Viv. Sticks and stones.” He throws a wink my way as he steps past Nikki to get in the dressing room and change.

“Hey, I’m gonna cool off real quick and I’ll take you to get something to eat.” Tommy tells me, still beaming with excitement from his performance.

“Okay, I’ll be out here.” I assure him and he gives my hair a playful ruffle before heading inside with Mick following him.

Nikki’s still staring at me and I try to pretend not to notice it as I smooth my hair down from where Tommy messed it up, but I finally look at him with raised brows.

He just scoffs at me, not saying a word as he takes a gulp of Jack Daniels straight from the bottle and slips in to the dressing room, shutting the door.

#nikki sixx #mötley crüe #vince neil #tommy lee #fanfic #the dirt #douglas booth #mgk #daniel webber #colson baker #the dirt movie #netflix

[kaijoskopycat]

Another addition to Model!Yuri and Photographer!Otabek cause I can’t let go sometimes. Plus... Viktor had to make an appearance before I completely ended it anyway.  AO3 || Previous

“I'm surprised you agreed to this,” Otabek says as they stand in the elevator. His arm is draped casually around Yuri’s waist as Yuri fiddles with the hem of his loose, tiger printed sweater. 

“Have you seen this line of clothing?” Yuri counters. He scowls at their reflection in the elevator doors. “If it wasn't so fucking amazing I would've said no. You really think I want to work with him that badly? He’s gonna drive me batshit crazy.” Otabek chuckles. “You're admitting someone else has a decent line of clothing?” Yuri punches him in the side as the elevator bell rings. The doors rumble open and Otabek’s arm falls away, hoisting his camera bag up his shoulder. Yuri barely has the chance to take half a step out of the elevator when he’s knocked off his feet, tackled by a tall, silver haired man. Yuri’s string of curses is drowned out by the shout of, “Yuratchka!” Otabek can't help but smile. “Get the fuck off me, old man.” Yuri struggles underneath Viktor’s weight. Viktor pulls back, beaming. “You agreed to a shoot with me! Yuratchka, I knew you always wanted to work with me.” Yuri successfully shoves Viktor away and scrambles to his feet. He scowls down at Viktor, straightening his sweater. “I'm not doing this for you, idiot. I'm doing it for the clothing line.” 

Viktor pushes himself to his feet and smiles. “I’m glad you enjoy Chris’s clothing as much as I do.” 

“Tch,” Yuri scoffs and stomps past Viktor. Otabek follows, fighting back a smile. Yuri always gets a little grumpy before a photo shoot involving another designer’s clothing. “I don't enjoy it. Just this line.” “Yuri, you wound me!” Yuri groans and rolls his eyes at Otabek as Christophe enters the room. He stands beside Viktor, draping an arm over his shoulders. Otabek knows about their mutual agreement to work solely with one another as he and Yuri do. But seeing them together makes him respect that agreement even more. He appreciates the familiarity that exists between them. It makes him feel more comfortable. “You certainly seemed to enjoy the last photo shoot you did for my clothing line,” Christophe smirks, his eyes flickering between Yuri and Otabek. Otabek’s eyes widen minutely. He glances at Yuri, watches the color rise to his face before he raises a single finger toward Christophe and Viktor. Viktor pretends to look scandalized and Christophe laughs. “Consider yourself lucky I decided to work with you again.” Yuri enters his dressing room and slams the door behind him. Otabek sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. He turns toward Christophe and Viktor. They're grinning at one another like they have a secret worth sharing. Otabek doesn't know if he wants to know it. “Christophe.” Both pairs of piercing eyes turn toward him at once. It's unnerving. In their industry, both Christophe and Viktor are powerful men. That fact doesn't escape Otabek as he gestures down the hallway. “Should I set up?” “Yes, of course!” Christophe breaks away from Viktor and makes his way to the hallway opening. “Second door on the right. The set should already be set up. Feel free to the adjust the lighting as you see fit. I trust your judgment.” “Mm…” Otabek nods in understanding and heads down the hall. He’s about to open the door when Christophe calls after him. “And Otabek?” Otabek glances up, hand on the door handle. “I think you’ll enjoy the outfit I’ve picked out for Yuri. It suits him quite well.” He winks and disappears around the corner. Otabek shakes his head and makes his way into the photo studio. If this outfit is anything like the last Otabek knows he’ll like it. Maybe a little too much. 

Christophe is right. Otabek does enjoy the outfit Yuri will be modeling. Flames lick up each side of Yuri’s upper body, embroidered with a shimmery material that makes them look real when they catch the light. They stretch across Yuri’s chest, across his abdomen, almost touching in the center where a stripe of mesh connects the shirt. Otabek can see Yuri’s stomach clench through the mesh and he has to remind himself to look at the whole outfit, at all of Yuri. Not to fixate. The pants are jeans, though not simple ones. Christophe redefines the casual jeans and a t-shirt. The dark wash jeans hang low on Yuri’s hips, darkened with stains that look like streaks of ash. Holes riddle Yuri’s legs, some exposing his pale skin, some with flames peering through the tattered, burned material. “Beka.” Yuri’s voice, low and teasing, breaks him from his distracted stare. “I told you this line was fucking awesome.” Otabek’s lips twitch. “Awesome is one word for it.” Yuri crosses the space between them. He runs his fingers up Otabek’s arm, stopping at his shoulders. He squeezes and leans in to breathe the word, “Hot,” against Otabek's ear. Otabek shivers and watches him saunter toward the vanity where the makeup artist is decidedly absent. He fiddles with his camera, adjusts the lights once more (he’s done it three times already, but Yuri’s costume has given him other ideas for the shoot) and does everything he can to focus on the photo shoot and not how badly he wants to rip that shirt off Yuri’s body and make him hot in other ways. Distraction, Otabek thinks with a frown. Only Yuri could muddle his brain like this. He turns away from where Yuri sits, intent on cleaning his lenses when Viktor walks in. Viktor is equally as captivating. Otabek now understands the appeal, why he's so sought after in the modeling community. Viktor is statuesque. Tall, broad shoulders, slender waist, perfectly shaped, pouty lips, eyes a color nearly as stunning as Yuri’s. Ice blue. His eye color is perfect for the clothing theme. Silver boots travel up from the ground, clutching at the top of Viktor’s thighs. His legs look impossibly long in those boots. The dark blue pants look as though they’ve been painted on. Otabek swears they must be to fit in boots as tight as those. Viktor’s shirt is completely sheer, white. Crystals are intricately woven through the fabric and every time they catch the light it looks as though an icicle forms on Viktor’s skin. Otabek wants to say something, but he doesn't know what would be appropriate to say. You both look amazing sounds too obvious and it doesn't begin to do this line of clothing justice. It’s almost as though Christophe designed this line specifically with these two in mind. He waves at Viktor, about to comment on the way the shirt draws the eye, when a voice he never expected to hear at a photo shoot comes from down the hall. “Viktor! Honestly, you forgot the armlets. Yuri too! I know they're not the most comfortable, but they really…” Yuuri Katsuki comes stomping through the doorway, slowing his gait when his eyes land on Otabek’s shocked face. “Really make the outfit…” He finishes with a sheepish grin. “Katsuki,” Otabek says as Yuri shouts, “What the fuck is Pork Cutlet doing here?” Otabek shoots him a glance over his shoulder to which Yuri offers his tongue in response. Yuuri grabs Viktor’s arm, slipping on brittle looking bands of fake ice from his elbow to the palm of his hands. “I--” He pushes Viktor faces away as he whispers something in Yuuri’s ear. “I'm actually a makeup artist.” Yuuri pulls back and shrugs. “Christophe requested me for this project and I just…” His eyes cut to Yuri and his smile softens. “I couldn't pass it up!” “Ah, my Yuuri is too sweet,” Viktor coos as he loops an arm around Yuuri’s waist and presses his lips against his forehead. “He was just dying to work with me and--” Yuuri pushes his face away again and scowls, ignoring the wounded look Viktor flashes at him and the crocodile tears. “Viktor, please. Professionalism. I work with you all the time.” Otabek chuckles and he hears a snort from Yuri in the background. Though Yuri likes to act like Viktor’s fiancé is the most offensive man on earth, he knows Yuri cares about him, even likes him, likes being around him a lot more than he wants to admit. Yuuri’s lips twitch as he walks past Otabek, offering a nod in greeting, and heads toward Yuri. “I've got similar accessories for you too, Yurio.” Otabek turns, watching as Yuri scowls and holds out his arms. He knows about Yuri’s qualms about that nickname. He also knows that he understands why Viktor gave it to him, even though he hates it. Grabbing a small camera out of his bag, he slowly heads over to the vanity where Yuri sits. He holds up the camera to Yuuri who has already started to unpack his impressive array of makeup and holds it up to him in question. Yuuri nods enthusiastically and gestures toward an empty seat off to the left. Otabek shakes his head. “I'm more comfortable standing,” he admits, shifting to the left to snap a picture of Yuri as he scowls at his reflection in the mirror. “Gives me better angles.” “Don't you dare take shitty pictures of me, Beka.” Yuuri chuckles softly as he presses a gentle finger under Yuri’s chin to tilt his head back an inch. “Then I’m lucky pictures of you are never shitty.” Yuri’s cheeks flush a deep red and his hands clench on the arms of the chair. “Oh, maybe I won't have to use any blush,” Yuri teases, dodging Yuri’s leg when he kicks it out in frustration. They all fall silent after that. Yuuri focuses on building the intended makeup to go with Yuri’s outfit. Yuri lets his eyes flutter shut, opening them only when Yuuri asks him to. Otabek snaps pictures here and there. He’s never gotten better photos of the makeup process. He watches Yuuri build a fire on Yuri’s face, quite literally. He lines Yuri’s eyes with a pitch black kohl. From the kohl he builds a fire, two flames that grow from the tips of Yuri’s eyelashes, over his brows, and onto his forehead. He contours Yuri’s face with black, ashen smudges that look like burn marks etched into Yuri’s skin. When Yuri opens his eyes, the final product brings out the faint flecks of gold in his eyes. He looks like he could set the world aflame. He’s already set Otabek on fire. Viktor’s makeup, when finished is equally as impressive. The second Yuuri’s first brush hits his skin, he falls silent, relaxed. And Yuuri builds an ice age on Viktor’s face. He takes time to tint his skin blue, contour his cheeks in a deeper blue shade and a pale, icy blue highlights the rest of his face. An icy shimmer dusts his cheeks and his eyes and Yuuri adds small crystals below his eyebrows, sprinkles flecks of glitter on the tips of Viktor’s lashes. His makeup is prettier than Yuri's, more feminine. Or it would be if Viktor’s raw masculinity didn't make it look so intimidating. As he steps into the light and turns to flash a smirk at Yuuri, a shiver runs down Otabek’s spine. Otabek is almost certain if Viktor had the power to do so, the room would be covered in a sheet of ice. “Perfect,” Christophe croons as he steps into the room and takes in the sight of Yuri and Viktor, their looks fully completed. “Yuuri, your skill never fails to astound me.” Yuuri, in all his modesty, blushes in response and shakes his head. “Really, it's your clothing line that brings it out.” “Sassy and modest,” Christophe tuts and smiles at Viktor. “You make sure you keep this one.” Viktor taps his ring finger where a tan line can faintly be seen. “I already am.” After the comfortable banter, Viktor and Yuri take their places against the black backdrop. The negative space surrounding them combined with the light blaring in from all sides makes them seem ethereal, almost supernatural. It’s like the sun and moon in the center of a pitch black universe. Otabek lifts his camera and is immediately struck by the fact that he doesn't know where to face his lens. He is naturally drawn to Yuri--for more reasons than one--but Viktor is such a natural that he can't help but tilt to the side to keep him in the frame. Christophe must sense his hesitance. He comes up on Otabek’s left and says, “Individual shots are needed, but I want them together as well. I want to focus on the stark contrast between the two.” Otabek nods and finally pushes down to take the first photo. Yuri’s eyes burn as the camera goes off, catching a moment when he runs his tongue across his upper lip and traces a finger down the flames that dance along the right side of his body. Viktor extends a hand, the faux ice bracelet that wraps around his palm glistening in the light. Otabek snaps a photo. It almost looks like Viktor holds a snowflake in the palm of his hand. Yuri leans his body backward, bracing his back against the dark wall and stretching his arms out on either side of him. He tilts his head downward, drawing attention the flames on his body and on his face. He sure knows how to work those body angles. Otabek snaps another photo. And another as Viktor imitates Yuri’s pose, back against the wall, hands in his hair, one leg draped elegantly over the other. His eyes flutter shut. The crystals catch the light. He looks regal, all-powerful, all-knowing. “Yuuri, I need you for a moment.” Otabek pauses as Yuuri shuffles over. Christophe gestures toward Viktor and Yuri and says a few things that Otabek doesn't hear before Yuuri runs off to grab a few brushes and a palette. When he returns he heads toward Viktor, pulling Viktor’s right hand toward him. “If you were that desperate for me to wear my ring, all you had to do was ask,” Viktor says with a smile. “Wrong hand,” Yuuri points out, flashing a grin. Otabek chuckles. He takes a few more pictures of Yuri as Viktor’s hand gets a makeover. “There!” Yuuri steps back and turns toward Otabek. “I’ll get out of the way before I sully your photos.” “Yuuri!” Viktor’s voice rises in protest. He reaches toward Yuuri. “You could never--” Yuuri steps out of reach. “Hand!” He warns with a frown. “Ah…” Viktor has the grace to look sheepish as he steps back into place. “And what am I to do with my hand?” Otabek notices the tips of Viktor’s fingers are darkened, black like they've been burned. “Fingers to the bottom of Yuri’s chin, like you're scratching it, or tilting it up for him to look at you.” Yuri immediately scowls and Christophe claps his hands. “And that's the exact face I need you to make Yuri! Such a capable model!” Otabek fights back a smile as he lifts the camera. Viktor’s lips curl into a smirk and it looks so natural, an image of a normal interaction between Yuri and Viktor and yet so much more. He snaps a few pictures before Viktor moves his hand, improvising. His fingers slide across Yuri’s cheek, down his neck. They pause at his collarbone when Christophe tells him to stop and Yuuri once again scurries over. He covers Yuri’s pale neck with trails of blue and silver. It looks as though ice has formed on his skin, so realistic it makes Otabek shiver. Viktor doesn't need a cue when Yuuri moves away again. His fingers press against the end of each trail. Otabek’s camera goes off. Yuri lifts a hand pushing against Viktor, another to press against his neck like he’s trying to warm the cold imprinted on his skin. They feed off one another, Otabek notices. He’s never seen Yuri work with anyone before. But as much as Yuri doesn't like people, he needs them to help him improve, to give him goals to reach, a reason to surpass the level he’s already at. Viktor is the best person for that job. He’s a level Yuri hasn't reached, a person Yuri desperately looks up to no matter how much he denies it. Otabek has seen the rare glimpses of admiration. They warm him. He wants this for Yuri, for him to reach greater heights in anything he aspires to do. He knows when the last picture is taken by the way Christophe cheers and sighs dreamily. “Aaah, what did I do to deserve such brilliant models?” Viktor prances away from the background and grins at Christophe. “You are simply too talented, my friend.” Otabek ignores their chattering and places his camera on the table before heading toward Yuri. Yuri who is trying to tug the dark red, black and gold wristlets off his arms and failing with a string of creative curses. Otabek can't help the faint smile that crosses his lips as he grabs Yuri’s arm and slowly, carefully slides the bracelet off. He does the same with the other arm, bringing Yuri’s palm to his lips before letting him go. Yuri’s cheeks light up, but he slides an arm around Otabek’s neck to pull him in for a kiss when Viktor’s shout interrupts them. “Yuratchka, professionalism! No making out while on the job.” He already has his arm around Yuuri’s waist, their bodies pressed tightly together. Yuri’s lips curl into a snarl. “Shut the fuck up, old man! Like you can talk!” He snatches one of the bracelets off the ground and whips it across the room at Viktor. iktor dodges with a hearty laugh and Christophe croons, “How fiery!” Otabek grabs Yuri around the waist before he can throw himself at the two of them. “My fire,” he says softly, chuckling as he presses a kiss to the side of Yuri’s forehead. Yuri grumbles and relaxes in Otabek’s grip. “I'm gonna kill you all. I hope you know that.” “Only after I get you out of that outfit,” Otabek counters. Yuri hesitates before slipping an arm around Otabek’s waist, his hand dipping into the back pocket of Otabek’s jeans. “Yeah, only after that.”

#otayuri #viktuuri #otabek altin #yuri plisetsky #viktor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #yuri on ice #victuuri #oturi #;drabbles #;modelau

[fanfiction-about-gmw]

Ride a Cowboy

Lucas x Reader 

Warning: Smut 

Reader’s POV

Lucas was coming over to help me study for our next big text in Mr. Matthews’ class. I was struggling, but I guess that’s what happens when all your teacher does is teach about his haphazard daughter’s life. 

I wasn’t gonna play hostess since Lucas and I were already friends, though I didn’t hangout out with him and his friend group. They just weren’t for me. I wasn’t too keen on hanging out with Riley Matthews or Maya Hart. 

There was a knock on the door and I switched off the TV, standing and heading that way. I opened the door and smiled at Lucas. I let him in and closed the door, leading him to my room where all my books are. 

As we got settled after greetings, we laid on my bed and opened the books of knowledge. It was mostly quiet as he helped me, seeing as we had the house to ourselves. 

His phone buzzed in his back pocket halfway through the session and he reached back. However, his hand landed on my ass rather than his. I looked at him giving him a questionable look. 

“You know, I was just wondering if you’d like to join the cause,” he said, grinning at me. 

“What cause?” I asked, leaning my head onto my hand. 

“Save a horse, ride a cowboy,” he said, winking at me. 

I laughed softly. “I think I can do that,” I told him and leaned forward, grabbing his face and kissing him. He smiled as he kissed back. 

He swiped all the books off the bed and turned over, laying on his back. He didn’t dare break the kiss as he sis this, moving me with him to sit atop him. 

I straddled him, grinding against him in my jeans. He groaned lowly, pulling out of the kiss and puling my shirt off. He then reached back and unclasped my bra. 

I smiled at him, rolling his shirt up. While doing that, my hands wondered his chest and felt his pecs. I bit my lip as his hands found my tits, massaging them gently. 

“You like, Cowboy?” I asked, smirking at him. 

“I love,” he told me, pulling my nipples and making me moan. I ran a hand through my hair to get it out of my face. “You look so hot like that.” 

I chuckled. “I’m about to get hotter,” I told him. She stood up on the bed, standing over him. I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down along with my panties. 

He groaned as just the sight of my body as I kicked away the clothing. “God, Y/N, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he said. 

“Just maybe,” I said as I got back down. His hand immediately went to my pussy, his fingers sliding across my opening before arriving at my clit. He rubbed away at it and I moaned, biting my lip.

“You are so beautiful,” he told me. He slipped a digit inside me and pumped it slowly. He slipped another in, stretching me to prepare me for the real thing. 

“Faster,” I told him. 

“I haven’t even started yet,” Lucas teased. He pumped his fingers faster and I gently moved my hips to his movements. I groaned, my hands braced on his chest. 

“I need you,” I told him. That was when he removed his fingers from me and undid his pants. He pushed them down and I helped pull them along his legs. I did the same with his boxers. 

His cock sprung up once released from the prison and I grabbed it firmly. I pumped him, hardening him up the rest of the way. He groaned my name, looking down at me. I licked a stripe up his length and he bit his lip. 

I got up, turning around so my back was to him. I lined his cock up to my entrance and slipped the tip in. I bit my lip, pulling off and just slipping the tip back in again. 

“Y/N, please, I need to feel you around me,” Lucas groaned. 

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I said, looking at him over my shoulder. 

He looked at me. “I want you to fuck me,” he said. 

I smirked and slipped him back into my clung. I worked my down down until he was all the way in and I moaned, relishing in bliss. He stretched me good and I could tell that he was gonna hit my special spot real nice. 

I grabbed onto his legs and started bouncing on him. His hands found my hips and he held them tightly, guiding me along the way. 

I threw my head back, moaning his name as he began to trust up into me, hitting that spot like I knew he would. He was driving me crazy. I loved it. 

Out movements were like one, somehow gentle and hard at the same time. He was hard, I was gentle. It worked and meshed well. 

“You’re so tight,” he mumbled, holding in a moan. 

“You like that?” I asked, then clenched around him. He moaned my name loudly, trusting harder into me. “Would you like me to do that again, Cowboy?”

“Yes,” he let out, his nails digging into my skin. I clenched around him, moaning myself as he was so big inside me. He was a perfect fit. 

“I don’t think I’ll last much longer if you keep that up,” he told me. I looked at him over my shoulder and smirked. I clenched my cunt around his dick again and again, driving him closer to his end and also myself. 

“Oh, God, Lucas!” I screamed as I was overwhelmed with my orgasm. I shook, my leg squeezing into his hips. I came around him, my essence dripping down his cock as he bounced me through it. 

He shouted my name as he followed me, cumming into me. The warmth spread, his sticky goo shooting inside me. He let me go and I laid back, my back to his chest. 

He finished cumming, but I stayed on him, stilling hugging him tight. I was panting and so was he. He wrapped his arms around me and started leaving wet kissed across my shoulder to the base of my neck. 

“That was amazing,” he mumbled into my ear. 

I turned my head to look at him. “Glad I could help your cause, and I will be more than happy to do it again.” 

He grinned at me. 

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30 Ideas on What to Wear to a Fashion Show

Outfits for Fashion Shows: It is an exciting offer to receive the invite for a fashion show especially if it is your first time. You can finally showcase your passion for fashion and going over the top is finally allowed. Each year we see different styles and themes followed by our favorite fashion bloggers and the celebrities and it is like a dream come true to finally style your first outfit for the fashion week.

If you have any outrageous prints and vibrant colored garments that you have been reluctant to try till yet, it is time to bring them to the light and proudly stroll around in them. We have gathered 30 different styles that you can try for your next fashion week invitation and probably you can find a style that you can call your own.

How to Dress Yourself for Fashion Week

Here are a few tips to get you ready:

Pay attention to the location and weather of the location you are attending the fashion show at which can give you hints about your outfit choice.

Find outfits relevant to your budget as you are there to enjoy the show without going bankrupt over fancy clothes.

Keep your footwear comfortable and choose comfort over style so that you won’t get injured or hurting feet.

Invest in a cute handbag that is versatile so it can be used again. However, don’t carry an oversized bag instead carry a smart clutch or purse.

Prepare a nice pose that you can immediately strike in case you are asked for photographs.

Applaud openly and encourage the designer’s efforts.

↓ 30. Fuzzy Faux Fur Attire

If you are thinking cozy and extremely trendy too, well grab a faux fur coat and you are ready to go. Once considered as a priced and luxe item used by a chosen few, it is now not so off the charts. You can either chose to wear a really funky and bold yeti-style fuzzy faux fur jacket or one that is a little more practical and less fluff. Fur jackets perfectly complement both bold dresses and patterned pants and you can create a million different looks with this piece. You can get your hands on this funky fur jacket here and the bright red dress here. We highly recommend that you check out our earlier post on Outfits with Faux Fur Coats.

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↓ 29. Animal Print Outfit

Bring out the tigress in you with an audacious animal print outfit. You can either use one piece of this brilliant print like these statement denim pants paired with a graphic white tee and a leather jacket or a full outfit that totally embraces this theme. You can never have too much of animal print and it will surely make you stand out in the crowd.

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↓ 28. Faux Leather Leggings

If you are siding with an all-black look, do it with grace. Faux leather leggings are super smart because they hug you in all the right places and can be dressed up for a fancy look. A combination of these panelled black leggings and black and silver sequin striped top are lethal with black heels and silver earrings. Let your hair loose and enjoy the show. You can carry a silver bejewelled clutch for the show. You can find these leggings here and the shirt here.

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↓  27. Strong Power Suit Game

Entice with a hot pink power suit with a sharp V-neck and whether you choose to wear a power suit in feminine pink or crazy neon, you can totally rock this look. You can make this look casual with sneakers and a ponytail or extremely classy with a buttoned-up look and hair falling down your shoulders.

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↓ 26. Going Metallic

Add edgy to your basic with a beautiful metallic skirt whether it is a mini one or pleated midi one. There are so many options of combinations that will go well with this skirt. You can choose a plain turtleneck shirt with thigh-high boots for winter or an off-shoulder top and gladiators for summer fashion shows. You can get this metallic gold skirt here. Also have a look at these 26 Best Ideas on How To Wear Metallic Outfits For Girls.

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↓ 25. Team Up with a Friend

Forget the idea of individual dressing and instead opt for choosing a theme and following it with your friends. It would be fun to try and experiment with as you and your friends will have unique fashion tastes and preference and it would be cool to see how each one of your follow the theme successfully. This theme can be in terms of colors or prints or whatever seems fun to you.

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↓ 24. What to Wear in the Winter Fashion Show

Winter fashion shows appearance means you can easily layer up with comfort and style. Choose your layers selectively and don’t go overboard with it. A neutral sweater is the best option to start with along with teddy coats that have been very popular this year along with black pants. Wear a crossbody purse with this attire and black boots and you can stroll your way into any fashion show.

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↓ 23. Tall Girl Fashion

For a tall girl, with long legs, the question that arises in everyone’s mind is aren’t you so lucky? However, sometimes you can feel stressed out while selecting dresses. Go for something that will go best with your figure and our best bet is that wear a pretty jumpsuit. With a defined waist and a cute ribbon bow at the front, you can totally depend on a great jumpsuit. Wear a cute faux fur scarf for jumpsuits styling in fall. For winters, you can wear jumpsuits with some gorgeous cardigan or coat. Wear nude heels to give off elegant vibes.

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↓ 22. How to Layer a Dress

We are always looking out for dresses and wearing them without a second thought whether it is a little black dress or a summery maxi dress. However, when attending a fashion show, you want to just do something extra with that plain old dress. Here is how layering and add something extra can work its magic. Either go with something smart like draping a vibrant cardigan or blazer over your shoulders or wear a large statement bow on the waist to highlight your gorgeous silhouette.

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↓ 21. Parisian Chic Attire

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↓ 20. Fabulous Spring Time Ensemble

Vibrant hues and bold floral prints are what spring is all about and let that show in your choice of ensemble for the fashion show. Be casually brilliant with a floral dress or skirt and pair it up with a shirt or cardigan that brings out the colors of the skirt/dress. You can find this favorite skirt of ours here.

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↓ 19. Love Affair with Summer Dress

Summer dresses and finally being able to shed layers upon layers of garments is a relief for all of us. For a summer fashion show, go for softer fabrics that are flowy and breathable. Linen is the perfect fabric for summer dresses and you should choose a nice hat and sunglasses when you are out and about.

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↓ 18. Vibrant Patterns

Wearing different vibrant patterns can sometimes really work in your favor. This beautiful plaid dress is an example and sometimes you can cleverly use two separate prints to make the perfect outfit.

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↓ 17. Going Hipster

Flared jeans can now be brought back to life as you pair them up with a bright colored blazer and neutral shirt for a hippy look.

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↓ 16. All Pink Outfit

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↓ 15. Going Monochromatic

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↓ 14. Crop Tops

Wear crop tops or crop sweater with a jacket and high-waisted patterned pants and beret cap for winter fashion shows. Here are 25 Cute Ways to Wear Crop Tops This Season.

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↓ 13. Retro Dress

Pull back the time when bold macro polka dot print was loved by everyone and you can wear those comfortable heels and feel ladylike and all feminine.

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↓ 12. Statement with Velvet

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↓ 11. Bold Jumpsuits

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↓ 10. Tulle for a Feminine Touch

You might have been hiding a tulle skirt in your closet and thinking of that perfect Carrie Bradshaw moment to wear it, so here is your chance. A layered tulle skirt looks adorable with a statement top and a structured blazer along with a chunky belt on the waist. You are allowed to go with over the top and eccentric accessories to carry this look with panache.

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↓ 9. Mesh Top with Pants

Sheer mesh tops are perfect to pair up in several different styles and transparent tops are not such a bad thing. If you feel reluctant to show off some skin, there are ways to wear these tops in the most refined and chic manner. For summer, you can wear them with off-shoulder sweetheart neckline shirts and for fall, you can wear a leather jacket with them. High-waisted pants look amazing with sheer tops. Wear comfortable loafers with this attire for a classy appearance.

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↓ 8. Pop of Color

Style appeal for colorful outfits is high at fashion shows. However, if you are not such a fan of wearing colorful outfits, the best way to go about it is to select either a black and white outfit or something monochromatic and then pair it with a loud pop of color. This pop of color can come from a cardigan, blazer or even from a piece of accessories like jewelry, sunglasses or purse.

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↓ 7. Styling Blazer

Every woman needs a strong blazer in her corner, that can go well with most dresses and is easy to style. This fashionable red check blazer is awesome for a fashion show in London and you can add a beautiful red beret cap and printed tights to the mix for a graceful look. Do check out this amazing collection of ideas on What to Wear with Printed Blazer.

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↓ 6. Lace Cover-up

Lace coverups are very popular and have this boho-chic vibe around them. When you don’t want to go overboard with your dress or want to pull out the last minute perfect outfit, a lace cover-up is perfect as you can wear it upon any shirt and denim shorts combination and you will surely turn eyes in your direction.

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↓ 5. Ethnic Vibes

The best thing to do is to bring a little piece of your culture to the fashion show along with you. Choose some ethnic prints or pieces that are unique to your culture like a head wrap, kaftan, kimono, saree or anything that can be worn in a modern way. You can even create a great outfit with the perfect twist on east meets west.

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↓ 4. Dramatic Appearance

If you like to make dramatic entrances, nothing will give you as much pleasure as an asymmetrical high low dress in bold hues. With a sexy off-shoulder style and A-line silhouette, it gives you that Cinderella kind of a feel for a great evening ahead. Wear it with gladiator heels in a bold matching color and you are already the star of the evening. You can get a similar dress here.

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↓ 3. Executing Holographic Attire Perfectly

If none of the above styles has caught your fancy and nothing is super eccentric, wait till you get your hands on holographic pieces of clothing. You can sure sparkle and stand out in this super cool attire. Wear a holographic shirt or blazer with long sleeves and a checkboard skirt for an alluring look. You can also wear this shirt with cropped black denim shorts for an edgy look.

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↓ 2. Using Accessories the Right Way

Accessories need to be your priority while going to a fashion show because they can reflect your taste and show off how trendy you are. Every season, new accessories are introduced and for now, we can give you the advice of what can work best. Classy and feminine hats will always be your best bet and the floppier the better.

Sunglasses are optional and people do try to add more funk with statement sunglasses but you can skip them if you need to.

Choose the style of the purse that is perfect to carry your stuff and is modern in style. Birdcage purses are very in these days and they are so versatile that you can carry them with almost any outfit.

Go for statement necklaces, chokers and chunky earrings for the show in case you are dressing in a simpler fashion and try to use subtle jewelry if you want to make a statement with your dress.

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↓ 1. Over the Top Footwear

Choose comfortable footwear when attending a fashion show but that doesn’t mean you can get over the top with it? Flaunt your luxurious self in golden metallic oversized shoes or something equally glam. Take the weather and the duration in the account, and then choose the footwear so you won’t be uncomfortable.

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