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hoshifighting · 18 hours ago

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rival fashion designer!minghao

— synopsis: where minghao flexes his fashion awards whenever your brand competes against him during fashion week. — WC: 3k — WARNINGS: explicit language, smut, reader uses a transparent clothing (just like rihanna in oscar x swarovski), oral (f. receiving) ENORMOUS DICK!MINGHAO, slight face slap, mentions of choking on a cock, penetrative sex—or trying to.

look, you weren’t trying to start beef with minghao. you don’t even know why the dude hates you so much. okay, maybe you said one thing about his fall line looking like it got snatched off the clearance rack at an IKEA. but that was a year ago. and also? you were drunk and kinda bitter ‘cause your show got bumped for his stupid avant-garde puff-sleeve renaissance clowncore shit.

but now, every fashion week is like a personal vendetta for him to humble you. you’ll be vibin’, sipping your overpriced latte in the designer lounge, and this man will just stroll in, decked out in some vintage runway piece that costs more than your annual budget, flashing that “i won best emerging designer again” smirk like it’s a fucking weapon. and then he’ll throw some casual shit like:

“oh, y/n, is that your collection over there? i thought they were setting up for the kid’s line showcase.”

[...]

so this year, you swore you wouldn’t let him get in your head. you’d play it cool, professional, unbothered. except you walk into your studio late one night, the day before your big runway debut, and this man is just there. sitting on your worktable. wearing a pearl-studded harness and leather pants so tight it should be a crime.

you freeze, halfway through the door, holding the iced coffee you begged your intern to grab five minutes before starbucks closed. “what the fuck are you doing here?”

minghao barely glances up from his phone. “your assistant let me in.”

traitor.

“why?” you slam the coffee on the counter, praying your voice doesn’t shake. the audacity of him just existing in your space is enough to make your blood boil.

he stands, slow as hell, like he’s got all the time in the world. he’s tall—annoyingly tall—so when he steps close, you’re immediately at a disadvantage. but you refuse to back down.

“just wanted to check out the competition,” he says, eyes flicking lazily over the chaos of fabric swatches and half-finished sketches strewn across the room. “cute line. very... simple.”

“fuck you, hao,” you snap, crossing your arms. “it’s called ‘minimalism.’ not that you’d know anything about taste.”

he laughs, soft and low, the kind of sound that creeps under your skin and lingers there. “oh, i have plenty of taste. i just don’t need to keep it basic to get attention.”

and here’s the thing: you hate how much he gets to you. he’s a smug asshole with an overinflated ego, but he’s also stupidly talented, and you can’t ignore the fact that his lines always sell out in under a day. or how his press coverage makes yours look like a local craft fair feature.

but what really gets you is how hot he looks right now, with his ridiculous cheekbones and the glint of that tiny silver chain peeking out from under his collar. it’s disgusting. you hate it.

you’re about to throw a cutting remark his way, something about how he’s overcompensating with all that jewelry, but he beats you to it.

“you know,” he murmurs, stepping even closer, “you’d look good in my designs.”

your brain short-circuits. “excuse me?”

“if you ever want to elevate your style...” he trails off, dragging his gaze down the length of your body like it’s a runway.

“you are so full of shit,” you hiss, but there’s no heat behind it, because your stupid traitorous brain is suddenly imagining what it’d feel like to have his hands on you.

he smirks, all teeth and danger, leaning in so close you can smell his expensive cologne. “maybe. but you’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

you don’t answer.

[...]

the next morning, you’re running on zero sleep, fueled by pure spite and caffeine, but your runway show? flawless. models everywhere, hair spray choking the air, seamstresses practically sewing on skin ‘cause the deadlines were that tight. and you were doing a thousand fucking things at once.

fixing a hemline here, shouting at a makeup artist there—“no, not clean girl aesthetic, we’re going full grunge today, wake up!”—all while struggling to get yourself into the swarovskied transparent gown you planned to wear for the night.

no bra, because tits were the least controversial thing in fashion. and the way the crystals draped over your skin looking likew pure art. nipples out and proud, paired with modern curls swirled to perfection and makeup that screamed chaos-but-make-it-glam.

by the time your collection hit the runway, your nerves were shredded. but watching the models strut, each piece shining under the lights... fucking worth it.

and then, the finale: your dress sweeping dramatically across the stage as you closed the parade. you bowed to the crowd, letting the cameras and whispers soak in every inch of you, and as you turned to leave, you felt it.

minghao’s sharp eyes.

you caught his eyes just as they traveled the length of you—from the swirl of your hair, to the unapologetic sharpness of your nipples under the crystals, to the shimmer of your dress, down to the towering heels on your feet.

you just smirked to yourself as you headed backstage, knowing full well your collection didn’t just crawl under his skin this time. it slithered under his flesh, wrapped tight around his ribs, and squeezed.

[...]

minghao’s models stormed the runway like it was their goddamn birthright. and of course, you watched. no designer worth their silk ignored the competition, and minghao wasn’t just competition, he was a walking masterclass in making everyone feel like second place.

he closed his show with his usual flare, stepping out like he already knew the applause was his. fast-forward two designers later, and the nominations for the fashion academy awards started rolling in. you didn’t have to look to know minghao had already claimed half the early awards.

you watched him backstage through narrowed eyes as he balanced four trophies—two tucked in his arms, two in his hands—posing for a picture with that smug-ass smile. you knew that pic was already blowing up on his Instagram. your jaw clenched, nails digging into your palm as the last nominations were announced.

and then, plot twist of the year:

your name came up five times.

designer of the year: you.

new vision in fashion: you.

collection of the year: your brand.

runway innovation: your brand.

showstopper of the year: your brand.

walking out with those five heavy-ass awards in your arms? victory tasted better than champagne. your models and team practically swarmed you, hyping you up ‘cause they knew how much blood, sweat, and tears went into this collection.

but what you really wanted... minghao. definitely minghao. minghao, in your line of sight. because after all the times he flaunted his wins like a smug bastard, you wanted him to feel this.

and lucky for you, fate delivered.

you spotted him in the back hallway, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. clearly, he hadn’t heard the last nominees. his head snapped up when your heels echoed through the space.

“oh, hey, hao,” you called out, voice sweet as honey but sharp as glass. you stopped just short of him, shifting the five trophies in your arms so they pressed against your chest. the weight of them pushed your tits up just enough to catch his eyes.

“looks like I’ve got... a plus one on you this year.” you smirked, shaking the awards a little for good measure, the motion making the crystals on your dress catch the dim hallway light.

his eyes flicked down—brief, subtle, but not subtle enough—and then back up, his expression neutral, but you could feel the shift in his ego.

“congrats,” he said, the word clipped like it physically hurt him.

“thanks, babe,” you purred, turning on your heel with a sway of your hips. “see you next season. maybe.”

and with that, you left, letting the click of your heels carry the weight of your victory.

[...]

days later, you were lounging in minghao’s big leather chair, legs crossed up on his table, showing the expensive ass high heels you always wore. his assistant had let you in with barely a question, and you weren’t one to waste an opportunity.

when he finally walked in, his eyes narrowed immediately. “what the hell are you doing here?”

“relax,” you drawled, leaning back like his office was a spa. “your assistant said I could wait. guess they like me more than you.”

he folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “didn’t think you’d show your face here after the other night. thought you’d be busy polishing all those trophies.”

you grinned, slow and smug. “oh, i polished them. just thought i’d stop by to see how you’re doing. must be hard, you know—losing.”

his jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. instead, he stepped closer, looming over you. “you done?”

“not even close,” you said, standing up to match his energy. you stopped just shy of his chest, tipping your chin up. “but don’t worry, hao. i’ll let you borrow a trophy sometime if you really need the validation.” you patted his shoulder.

he scoffed, his lips curling into something between a smirk and a sneer. “you know, i like your attitude.”

you raised an eyebrow. “yeah? you must, considering how much you stalk me every season.”

“maybe that’s why we should work together.”

you laughed, loud and sharp, tossing your head back. “oh, that’s rich. you? work with me? what, so you can take credit for my ideas and call it a ‘collaboration’?”

he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “i’m serious. we’d be unstoppable.”

for a second, you almost believed him. “unstoppable, huh? what makes you think i’d even want to work with you?”

“because you like the challenge... admit it. you love it when i push you.”

“you’re intolerable.”

“and yet,” he murmured, stepping so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, “you haven’t left yet.”

your laugh came out breathy this time, your pulse quickening as his hand grazed the curve of your hip. “you think I’m staying here for you? please. your assistant let me in, remember?”

“sure,” he said. his thumb traced slow circles against your side, almost lazy. “but you’re still here.”

you were about to snap back with something cutting, something to wipe that stupid smirk off his face, but then he tilted your chin up with two fingers, his gaze locked on yours like a predator sizing up prey.

“stop thinking,” he whispered, leaning in just enough for your lips to almost touch. “you might actually enjoy yourself.”

his lips were soft and plump, moving against yours so fucking good that felt unfair. his hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped.

your hands found his chest, the fabric of his shirt warm under your fingertips as you pushed him slightly, breaking the kiss with a smirk. “you’re bold, i’ll give you that.”

“you’re still thinking,” he teased, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before pulling back.

your hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping just enough to feel the flex of his muscles. you threatened to sit on his table.

his eyes widened slighty, his hands immediately grabbing your ass to lift you up, making you yelp. “don’t!”

“what? scared i’ll break it?” you teased, wrapping your legs around his waist.

he places the needles that were spread lazily on the table, inside of a box. he turned, his grip firm as he carried you a few steps and sat you on a nearby armchair.

“there were needles on that table, genius,” he scolded, his tone sulky but his fingers tracing slow lines along your thighs. “you’d be bleeding before I even got started.”

“aww,” you cooed, dragging your nails down his neck. “you worried about me, hao?”

“no,” he muttered, kneeling, dipping his head to kiss along your jawline, his teeth grazing just enough to make you arch towards him. “just don’t want to ruin my night with a trip to the hospital.”

your laugh turned into a soft moan as his lips found the spot just below your ear. “guess you’re not as heartless as you act.”

he pulled back slightly, his smirk sharper than ever. “you talk too much.”

you pulled him in for another kiss, your tongues colliding this time. when you tried to take control, tilting your head for a deeper angle, he pulled back just enough to make you chase him.

minghao’s hands were firm on your thighs, his thumbs brushing against your skin like he wasn’t about to wreck you in the middle of his office. his eyes dragged down, lingering on the way your skirt was pushed up, the space between your legs bare and unapologetic.

he clicked his tongue, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. “no panties, huh?” he said. “came here like this?”

“what can I say?” you shot back, shifting slightly so his hands pressed harder against your skin. “i had a feeling you’d end up on your knees.”

his smirk deepened, his fingers tightening slightly as he leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath. he pressed your legs further onto the armrests, spreading you wider, his hands splayed like he wanted to leave imprints.

his tongue flicked out, close enough to make you tense—but he didn’t touch you. instead, he pulled back, his eyes locking with yours as a smirk tugged at his lips.

he leaned in again, his tongue brushing so close you could feel the warmth from his breath, but once again, he pulled back just as you tilted your hips forward.

“hao..” you warned.

“what?” he teased, his lips hovering over your folds.

your hands gripped the armrests as you glared down at him. “if you don’t stop playing, i swear—”

he cut you off with a broad, strong lick, dragging his tongue from your entrance, through your folds, and up to your clit in one unbroken suck. your head fell back as a gasp tore from your lips.

“that shut you up,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he dipped lower, his tongue swirling around your entrance before moving back up. “needy much?”

“shut up and do it again,” you shot back, your voice sharper than the way your thighs trembled under his grip.

and he did the same. your clit throbbing at the rough skin of his tongue, making you melt on his armchair, he smiled at the sight, he knew how a good head felt after months dealing with needles and sparkly cloths.

his lips latched onto your folds, sucking them into his mouth before he pulls back just slightly, his tongue flicking against your clit in quick, teasing strokes. you let out a pornographic moan, before your clap a hand on your mouth, remembering the team outside the office. he chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on your thighs to hold you still. his lips wrapping around your clit again. this time, he sucked it fully into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it as his eyes flicked up to yours.

“you’re so good at this, hmm—fuuuck!” you said, your nails drowning in the leather of the armchair. “you must’ve practiced on a lot of other girls, huh?”

his eyes narrowed slightly, and his teeth grazed your clit just enough to make you wwhimper. “jealous?” he asked, his voice smug, though he didn’t stop the relentless motion of his tongue.

“please,” you shot back, though the way your breath hitched betrayed you as he did a zig-zag on your bud with the tip of his otngue. “you’re better when you’re silent.”

he smirked against you, his lips curving as he pulled back just enough to speak. “then shut me up.”

your fingers tangled in minghao’s hair, tugging him closer, harder, until his face was buried against your pussy. his groan vibrated through you, desperate, and his hands clamped down on your thighs to steady himself as you rolled your hips against his mouth.

“that’s it... mhmm, just like that...”

he obeyed, his head bobbing as his tongue slid against you in broad, wet strokes, his lips sealing around your clit every few seconds to suck, deep and rhythmic. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room, and your nails scraped lightly against his scalp as you held him there, guiding him exactly how you wanted.

the heat in your core coiled tighter, and you barely had time to register your orgasm hit.

your back arched, your mouth falling open as moans spilled out shamelessly. your hips rolled against his face as you came, and minghao didn’t stop—not for a second. he worked you through it, sucking and licking as though he felt your climax before you did.

he only pulled back when you began to squirm, your breath coming in sharp gasps as overstimulation took hold. his lips and chin were slick as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes glinting as he looked up at you.

“had fun?” he asked, sarcastically.

you gave a breathless laugh, your chest heaving as you leaned back in the chair. “you talk too much for someone who just spent five minutes swallowing my pussy.”

his smirk widened, and he stood, his hands braced on the armrests as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. “and you talk too much for someone who’s about to beg me to fuck her.”

your gaze flicked to his lips, and then lower—to the bulge straining against his pants. “big words,” you said. “let’s see if you can back them up.”

his hands slid to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he walked you back toward the desk—no needles this time. you didn't even had time to register what was happening before your skirt was pushed higher, his fingers brushing over your thighs as he settled you on the edge.

his hand worked his belt, the clink of the buckle making you clench around nothing.

“this isn’t gonna be quick,” he said as he freed himself, the sheer size of him making your breath catch. it was big both in length and girth.

you swallowed hard.

“relax... mhmm”

he teased your entrance with the tip, sliding it slowly against you, and the stretch was immediate, even as he slightly pressed in. your breath hitched, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as he pushed forward, achingly slow, giving you time to adjust.

“ngh—fuck!” you gasped, your voice breaking as he filled you inch by hard inch.

“breathe,” he murmured, his tone gentle despite the tension in his body. mouth glued on yours to make sure he feels your puffs of air.

“trying”

he paused, his hands tightening on your hips as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. “you’re okay,” he whispered. “just breathe for me.”

you hiccuped, your chest rising and falling in shallow gasps as your body struggled to adjust.

“there you go,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as he waited “good girl. just like that.”

you exhaled slowly, your body relaxing slightly helping him to slid in further, the fullness stealing the air from your lungs.

your hands gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin as he finally bottomed out, his body pressed flush against yours.

“fuck,” he muttered, his voice tight as he buried his face in your neck. “you’re—so fucking tight.”

you swallowed hard, your head tilting back as you tried to catch your breath. “you’re—so fucking big.”

he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as a smirk tugged at his lips. “think you can take it?”

your breath hitched, and you nodded, your hands sliding to his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “try me.”

minghao hips pulls back just an inch before thrusting forward experimentally. the sound that left your lips was somewhere between a moan and a strangled gasp, your nails biting into his shoulders as your body clenched around him.

he paused, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes flicking over your face. “yeah, knew that’d happen.”

“don’t—” your breath hitched as he moved just slightly, a tiny shift that made you clutch at him even harder. “don’t fucking smile like that.”

his laugh was quiet, he leaned down, his forehead brushing against yours. “why not? you’re almost cummin already.”

“i’m not—” the words caught in your throat as he slid just a little deeper, your body trying desperately to adjust to his size.

“not what?” he asked, his tone playful as he stilled again, waiting for you to catch your breath.

“not—cumming” you managed, though your voice shook with the effort of speaking.

“hmm.” his thumb grazed your clit, circling it trying to soothe your nerves. “then why are you holding on to me likethat?”

you glared at him, though the effect was probably ruined by the way your mouth fell open with a gasp as his thumb pressed down just slightly harder.

your body tensed as he began to move again, sliding in slowly, each inch dragging against you in a way that made your head fall back. the wet squelch of your body adjusting to his girth filled the room, obscenelly.

“shit,” he muttered, his voice tight as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you steady. “you’re so—tight. feels like you’re trying to squeeze me out.”

“maybe i am.”

he laughed softly “you’re all talk,” he murmured, his thumb still circling your clit. “that pussy is begging for me.”

“hao,” you whispered, your hands clutching at his arms as your legs tightened around his waist. “i—fuck, i can’t—”

“you can,” he said softly, his lips moving against your neck. “breathe for me, baby. you’ve got this.”

you exhaled shakily, your chest rising and falling against his as you tried to relax, tried to let the tension in your body melt away. his thumb pressed a little harder against your clit, insistent, coaxing pleasure to override the discomfort.

“that’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft as his arm tightened around your waist. “just like that. let me in.”

your head fell back, your eyes fluttering shut as he finally slid deeper, his hips pressing flush against yours. the sensation stole the breath from your lungs, and your fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor you.

“you okay?”

you nodded weakly, your hands sliding up to grip his hair as you whispered, “move.”

he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “not yet.”

your eyes snapped open, frustration bubbling in your chest as you glared at him. “hao—”

“relax,” he murmured, his thumb circling your clit again, making you cry out slyly. “i’m not gonna ruin you all at once. gotta make sure you can take it.”

“i can,”

“we’ll see,” he said, his tone smug as he finally, finally pulled back, his cock dragging against you.

“hao, just—fuck me already.”

his laugh was quiet. “you’re not ready for that yet, look—” he roll his hips, making you hiccup again. “but don’t worry—I’ll get you there.”

“how about you?” you ask, feeling your orgasm building up as he circled the thumb faster, your hips rolling slightly, weak, like the cock inside you was to heavy to make you roll them freely.

“i can get off just by looking at this pretty face...” he slaps your cheek weakly, twice, making you squeeze around him. “listen to what i'm telling you… you're still going to model for my brand.” he chuckles.

“i’d rather choke to death than work with your brand.”

“why don’t you choke on something else, then?”

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pearlprincess02 · 4 months ago

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style guide: ARIES EDITION

ARIES RISING

rihanna - jupiter in 1st house, james dean - uranus & chiron & north node in 1st house, kendall jenner, miuccia prada - sun & north node in 1st house, barbra streisand - sun & mercury in 1st house, penélope cruz - sun & mercury in 1st house, cardi b - moon in 1st house, sophie turner - moon & venus & part of fortune in 1st house, amber rose - moon & juno in 1st house, nikki reed, shakira - chiron in 1st house, stevie nicks - north node in 1st house, vinnie hacker - ceres in 1st house,

style aesthetic: bold & dramatic, leather chic, modern minimalism, rockstar vibes, athleisure luxe, metallic accents, animal prints, vintage with a twist, unexpected mixes, sunglasses as statement pieces, red, orange, and black

ARIES VENUS

marilyn monroe - venus in 9th house, audrey hepburn - venus in 1st house, elizabeth taylor - venus in 4th house, mariah carey - venus in 12th house, lady gaga - venus in 11th house, gigi hadid - venus in 12th house, rihanna - venus in 12th house, jennifer aniston - venus in 6th house, shakira - venus in 12th house, cristiano ronaldo - venus in 3rd house, gigi hadid - venus in 12th house, keira knightley - (unknown), cate blanchett - venus in 11th house, melanie martinez - venus in 5th house, tyler, the creator - venus in 9th house, sarah jessica parker - venus in 11th house, eva longoria - venus in 5th house, janet jackson - venus in 5th house, millie bobby brown - venus in 8th house, suga - (unknown), sarah michelle gellar - (unknown), madison beer - venus in 11th house, helena bonham carter - (unknown), gal gadot - (unknown), emma chamberlain - venus in 3rd house,

style aesthetic: confident & playful, bold & romantic, leather with lace, athletic luxe, fiercely feminine, metallic accents, graphic prints, tailored pantsuits, bold blazers, vintage with a modern twist, bold jewelry, statement sunglasses, and eye-catching hats, gold, silver, red, orange, and hot pink!

ARIES MIDHEAVEN

tyra banks - moon & mars & chiron in 10th house, kayne west - venus & mars & chiron & part of fortune in 10th house, angelina jolie - jupiter & chiron & ceres in 10th house, céline dion - moon & mars & saturn & north node in 10th house, cameron diaz - chiron in 10th house, julia roberts - north node & lilith in 10th house, sharon tate, meghan markle, the weeknd - pallas & part of fortune in 10th house, jessica lange - sun & mercury & venus & mars & north node & part of fortune in 10th house, jennette mccurdy - moon & mars & juno in 10th house, danielle fishel - sun & mercury & venus & mars & chiron in 10th house, kate moss - mars & chiron in 10th house, cindy crawford,

style aesthetic: tailored suits, sharp blazers, crisp shirts, bold statement necklace, a brightly colored pocket square, a unique pair of shoes, bold eyewear,��orange, black, white, grey, red power suit, a red statement scarf, and red accents

VENUS IN 1ST HOUSE

selena gomez - venus in leo, elizabeth II - venus in pisces, kourtney kardashian - venus in pisces, beyoncé - venus in libra, katy perry - venus in sagittarius, zayn malik - venus in pisces, angelina jolie - venus in cancer, cameron diaz - venus in cancer, nabilla benattia - venus in capricorn, audrey hepburn - venus in aries, blake lively - venus in virgo, anna nicole smith - venus in libra, avril lavigne - venus in scorpio, jude law - venus in sagittarius , rachel mcadams - venus in scoprio, halsey - venus in scoprio, doja cat - venus in scorpio, priyanka chopra - venus in gemini, olivia rodrigo - venus in capricorn, nina dobrev - venus in sagittarius, madison bailey - venus in pisces, damiano david - venus in aquarius, maggie lindemann - venus in cancer, elle fanning - venus in pisces, olivia holt - venus in virgo, mina - venus in aries, sophie turner - venus in aries, isaac mizrah - venus in virgo,

style aesthetic: flowy fabrics, pastel colors, silk fabrics statement jewelry, natural textures, well-fitting clothes, minimal makeup, unique color combinations, unexpected layering, vintage pieces, bold statement piece, a head-to-toe monochromatic look, eye-catching earrings, handcrafted pieces, unique materials, a touch of lace, soft pinks, baby blues, lavenders

NEPTUNE IN 1ST HOUSE

kim kardashian - neptune in sagittarius, paris hilton - neptune in sagittarius, kylie jenner - neptune in capricorn, ariana grande - neptune in capricorn (conj. asc), scarlett johansson - neptune in capricorn, eminem - neptune in sagittarius (conj. asc), nicole kidman - neptune in scorpio, marilyn monroe - neptune in leo (opp. moon), damiano david - neptune in aquarius (conj. venus & tri. moon), björk - neptune in scorpio (conj. asc), nelly furtado - neptune in sagittarius (conj. asc), perrie edwards - neptune in capricorn (conj. asc), dave franco - neptune in capricorn (conj. asc), river phoenix - neptune in scorpio (opp. moon), lil peep - neptune in capricorn (opp. moon), lorde - neptun in capricorn (tri. moon), sofia richie - neptune in capricorn (tri. moon),

makeup style: dreamy & ethereal, soft washes of color, shimmery textures, makeup uses cool tones, metallics, glitter, glowing skin, lightweight foundations, highlighter for a natural glow, graphic eyeliner designs, whimsical lashes, soft & natural lips, smoky eyes with a twist, smoky purples, teals, touch of silver, lavender, muted purples, blues, greens soft pinks, peaches

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icyg4l · 2 months ago

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PAC: How to Enhance Your Beauty!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So let’s figure out how you can see yourself as even more beautiful, lovely <333. Hello, beautiful people! From today’s topic, I want to have more of a lighthearted PAC Reading. I’m taking a break from the more plutonic-like topics. In honor of Libra season, I will be focusing on Venusian-esque topics such as relationships and you guessed it, beauty! If you love this reading and are interested in booking with me, please don’t be afraid to read my guidelines and book a reading with me! So without further ado, please choose the photo that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-3)

Pile One: While pulling for this pile, I heard "take a chance." I also heard the restaurant, Benihana. Some of you may work here or frequent this restaurant. One way that you can enhance your beauty is by taking risks in your appearance. Think more edgy. Think Rihanna circa 2009 or Xtina. Cut your hair into a pixie cut or wear darker makeup (as in black lipstick/heavy eyeliner/etc). There is an emphasis on acknowledging your ancestral roots as well. If you are of Asian descent, you are being encouraged to wear traditional prints more often. If you are Black, then you are encouraged to wear more gold jewelry, specifically rings and necklaces. If you have been meaning to try out the gothic aesthetic, you should do so! It would be fitting for you. Lastly, this is very specific, but if you have a twin, you should take their advice on what to do with your style. They have a very specific vision for how you should dress and it would fit you really well.

Cards Used: 9 of Cups, Death, King of Discs, 2 of Cups, The Lovers, Prince of Swords.

extras: larry june. recently gone through a breakup. waiting to exhale (1995). nowhere (1997). lucki. in the booth. father. painted nails. fresh kicks. shanghai by nicki minaj. funeral reception. 'jesus wept'.

Pile Two: Babyyy, you need to embrace being single. There is nothing wrong with being available to the world. Think of the world as your oyster. Once you adopt this mindset, you will feel more alive. For those of you in a relationship, you need to spend more time with your lover, but you also need to do your own thing. Maintain a balance of knowing when to be alone and knowing when to be by yourself. If you are not in a relationship, you need to put more effort into self-care. Buy yourself flowers. Splurge on that gift for yourself. If you've been wanting purchase something expensive like a guitar, then do so. There is nothing like learning a new skill that will help you in the nearest future. This is very specific but you need to be around people that make you feel grounded/humble. If you have a younger sister/cousin that's a bit snarky, learn from them the importance of prioritizing yourself. Surround yourself with gardens, flowers and nature in general. Learn how to romanticize the simple things. It's all about your perception. You are beautiful already, but you just need to believe it.

Cards Used: Ace of Discs, The Star, The Lovers, Ace of Cups, 9 of Discs.

extras: feeling stagnancy. +3 in uno deck. 45. percocet and stripper joint. "MEEP!" photo-op. reaping the rewards. showing signs.

Pile Three: It's so interesting that I channeled a Cardi B song for you. If you've been paying attention to what's going on with her, you know that she's in the process of going through a nasty divorce. However, she looks much happier without Offset. Pile Three, you need to get rid of any Offsets in your life. Anyone that makes you feel like less of a human being or lowly esteemed is not someone that should be in your circle. This could be a lover, a friend, a sneaky link, etc. It does not matter! Another thing that you should do is upgrade your wardrobe. If you have been looking into purchasing a Coach bag or a Prada bag, then do it! You need no one to assist you with that. You are not anyone's doormat and you do not need a crutch from anyone, unless you ask for it. Don't let anyone feel like you are forever indebted to them. You should increase your water intake, and if possible, you should go to the beach. Reunite with your friends so that you can catch them up on this chapter in your life. Building yourself back up again is a community effort. It cannot be done by one's self. Lastly, book a trip to an island-like place. Once you visit, the water will restore you of your natural beauty. Speaking of natural beauty, you look even better without makeup, baby! Slap on some blush, mascara and lip gloss if you really want to apply some makeup. Keep it au naturale.

Cards Used: 6 of Cups, 6 of Swords, 9 of Discs, Ace of Cups, The Moon, 2 of Wands.

extras: changing clothes. dishes in the sink. "it smells rank". beauty mark on eye. deadpan. pull through. god's strongest soldier. chiseled face structure.

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honeytonedhottie · 7 days ago

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my personal style⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💕👛

this post is inspired by @missdollcouture's post about finding ur own personal style…💬🎀

MY FASHION ICONS ;

i have so many fashion icons but if i had to choose top 5 they'd be kimora lee simmons, beyonce, mariah carey, rihanna and gabrielle solis (character played by eva longoria in desperate housewives).

MY RESEARCH ;

so i have honey-toned skin, so i looked up which colors look best on honeytoned skin and i learned that olive greens, deep purples and creams/off whites look nice on my skin. i also know that im a warm undertoned girlie so golds suit me better than silvers do.

personally though i only like silver jewelry if its wrapped in diamonds or sparkly things…💬🎀

i also learnt that if u have an hourglass body shape you should go for clothes that highlight your waist, curve hugging bottoms, clothes that balance out your silhouette like a-line dresses. you should also avoid baggy clothing cuz they can give you unwanted bulk.

MOODBOARDS FOR MY PERSONAL STYLE ;

if i had to sum up what my personal style was, i'd say its hyper feminine 90's-2000's with a unique blend of bimbo-core with a touch of luxury and glamour…💬🎀

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disarmluna · 2 years ago

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Rihanna in Alaia #Oscars95

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#rihanna #oscars95 #oscars #fashion #style #red carpet #alaia #moussaieff jewelry

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topguru1 · 18 days ago

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Get the Look: Celebrity Leather Jackets That Define Iconic Style

Celebrity leather jackets are more than just outerwear—they are symbols of style, rebellion, and sophistication. From rock stars to Hollywood icons, these jackets have been the go-to choice for celebrities looking to make a statement. But the best part? You don’t have to be a superstar to wear them.

In this guide, we’ll explore iconic leather jacket styles worn by celebrities, show you how to recreate these looks, and provide expert tips on choosing the right jacket for your wardrobe. Whether you want to channel your inner James Dean or emulate the chic style of a modern-day icon, we’ve got you covered!

1. The Biker Jacket: A Classic with Timeless Appeal

a) The Rebel Look: James Dean and Marlon Brando

One of the most iconic leather jacket styles is the biker jacket, often associated with rebellious figures like James Dean and Marlon Brando. The biker jacket exudes cool confidence and a no-nonsense attitude, making it a classic piece for anyone who wants to add some edge to their look.

How to Style the Biker Jacket:

Pair it with a basic white tee and black jeans for a timeless rebel look.

For a modern twist, add chunky boots or high-top sneakers.

Accessorize with silver jewelry or aviator sunglasses to complete the look.

b) Celebrity Inspiration:

James Dean: The epitome of cool, Dean’s leather jacket look is legendary. His simple yet bold style continues to inspire.

Marlon Brando: Known for his role in The Wild One, Brando made the biker jacket iconic, pairing it with a tough-guy attitude and effortless charm.

2. The Bomber Jacket: Military Meets Modern Style

a) A Heroic Influence: Tom Cruise and Ryan Gosling

The bomber jacket, originally designed for pilots, has become a staple in the fashion world, thanks to its association with heroes like Tom Cruise in Top Gun and Ryan Gosling in Drive. The bomber jacket’s casual, military-inspired look is perfect for those who want to add a bit of edge to their everyday outfits.

How to Style the Bomber Jacket:

For a laid-back look, wear a bomber with a graphic tee and slim jeans.

If you're going for a more rugged vibe, pair it with cargo pants and combat boots.

For a night out, wear it with a fitted shirt and dark denim for a more polished look.

b) Celebrity Inspiration:

Tom Cruise: His aviator sunglasses and bomber jacket in Top Gun became a signature look, synonymous with American heroism.

Ryan Gosling: In Drive, Gosling rocked a satin bomber jacket, pairing it with sleek, minimalist pieces for a stylish urban look.

3. The Shearling Jacket: Cozy Chic for Cold Days

a) Luxury and Comfort: Kate Moss and David Beckham

Shearling leather jackets combine the sleek look of leather with the warmth of sheepskin, making them the perfect winter outerwear. Celebrities like Kate Moss and David Beckham have shown how to make shearling jackets stylish while maintaining practicality. This jacket is a fantastic choice when you want to look chic while staying cozy.

How to Style the Shearling Jacket:

For a boho-chic vibe, layer it over a sweater dress or with a pair of ripped jeans and ankle boots.

Wear it over a casual sweater and skinny jeans for a more urban look.

Keep accessories minimal, as the shearling jacket itself makes a bold statement.

b) Celebrity Inspiration:

Kate Moss: Known for her off-duty model style, Moss pairs shearling jackets with everything from skinny jeans to maxi dresses.

David Beckham: Beckham’s shearling jacket choices blend rugged appeal with refinement, making him a modern style icon.

4. The Leather Blazer: Elevated Elegance with a Twist

a) Sophisticated Edge: Angelina Jolie and Rihanna

For a more polished yet daring look, the leather blazer is the way to go. It adds a structured, sophisticated touch to your outfit while keeping that edgy leather vibe. Celebrities like Angelina Jolie and Rihanna have rocked the leather blazer on red carpets and casual outings alike, proving how versatile this piece can be.

How to Style the Leather Blazer:

Pair it with tailored trousers and a silk blouse for an elegant office look.

For evening wear, wear it over a mini dress or with leather pants for a daring outfit.

Opt for a sleek clutch and heels to elevate the look further.

b) Celebrity Inspiration:

Angelina Jolie: Known for her polished yet edgy style, Jolie often pairs leather blazers with sleek pants or dresses.

Rihanna: Rihanna’s leather blazer ensembles push the envelope, blending street style with luxury fashion effortlessly.

5. The Moto Jacket: Street Style with Power

a) Edgy Meets Chic: Beyoncé and Kylie Jenner

The moto jacket is a step up from the biker jacket, with a more polished appearance but still maintaining that rebellious edge. Celebrities like Beyoncé and Kylie Jenner have made the moto jacket part of their street style repertoire, often seen pairing it with everything from denim to dresses.

How to Style the Moto Jacket:

Combine it with a band tee and high-waisted jeans for an effortless cool look.

Pair it with a bodycon dress for an edgy yet feminine outfit.

Throw on ankle boots or strappy heels to complete the look.

b) Celebrity Inspiration:

Beyoncé: Queen B frequently sports moto jackets with bold patterns or metallic finishes, adding her signature glamour to this edgy style.

Kylie Jenner: Jenner embraces the moto jacket with chic street style, often pairing it with oversized sunglasses and sleek accessories.

6. Choosing the Right Leather Jacket for You

When selecting a celebrity-inspired leather jacket, it’s important to consider factors like fit, color, and style. Here are some tips to help you find the perfect jacket:

Fit: Choose a jacket that flatters your body shape. A tailored fit works well for most body types, while looser cuts can create a more relaxed vibe.

Color: Classic black and brown are timeless, but don’t be afraid to experiment with colors like deep red, navy, or olive for a more unique look.

Material: Make sure the jacket is made of high-quality leather for durability and comfort. Genuine leather often outlasts synthetic materials and develops a unique patina over time.

Conclusion

Celebrity leather jacket are more than just a fashion statement—they are a symbol of style, attitude, and timeless elegance. Whether you're looking to channel your inner rebel like James Dean or embrace the elegance of a leather blazer like Angelina Jolie, there’s a celebrity jacket style for every occasion.

At Top Guru Jackets, we offer a curated collection of celebrity-inspired leather jackets that combine durability, style, and sophistication. Find your perfect jacket today and get ready to make a statement wherever you go!

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Which leather jacket style is the most versatile?

The biker jacket is one of the most versatile, as it can be dressed up or down depending on the occasion.

How can I style a leather blazer for work?

Pair it with tailored pants, a button-down shirt, and classic pumps for a professional yet fashionable look.

What’s the difference between a biker jacket and a moto jacket?

A biker jacket is often more rugged and traditional, while a moto jacket offers a sleeker, more modern silhouette.

Can I wear a leather jacket in the winter?

Yes! Shearling and bomber leather jackets are perfect for colder months while keeping you stylish and warm.

How do I maintain my leather jacket?

Keep your jacket clean by wiping it gently with a damp cloth, condition it regularly, and store it in a cool, dry place.

#Celebrity Leather Jackets #Iconic Leather Jacket Styles #Celebrity Fashion #Leather Jacket Trends #Top Guru Jackets #Leather Jackets for Men and Women #Stylish Leather Jackets #Celebrity-Inspired Fashion

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karimwillia · 2 years ago

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Part 12

Warnings: Homecoming. They say I love you.

Homecoming was next month which passed in no time. “Mother! Mother!” “Yes my Daughter.” “I need your help. I can't pin this! Stupid Flower.” With a warm laugh Romanda steps into Shuri’s room as she gets ready for the dance. “You look Amazing my Dove.” Romanda pins Shuri’s boutonnière with no trouble. Shuri blushes, her Mother is her best friend and so to have her home for this occasion means a lot.

“Mother, thank you for coming home for this. I know the conference was important.” “Nothing is more important than YOU. Meeting the famous Riri Williams was enough for me to fly home also.” Both of them laugh as Shuri is now fully dressed. Riri is to arrive soon with her Mother and Sister to meet Romanda and allow the girls to take photos. Shuri is in a deep red velvet blazer that perfectly matches the tone of Ri’s gown. Underneath she has a black turtleneck paired with black flare dress pants. She has on gold accent jewelry she has on severals rings and ear cuffs. Her newest set of bottom row grills and two small rope chains. She decided to wear very light makeup to highlight her eyes. She also has one of her nail’s painted to match Riri's; it's one of their things.

The relationship has matured since the whole internet issue. As a couple they promised to communicate openly and honestly about everything. Meaning the good, bad and ugly. They call them “truth truth” moments and it allows them to be completely vulnerable with no judgment.

Rohan announces the arrival of the Williams family from the foyer. Romanda quickly moved to meet them to allow Shuri a reveal. “Hello, welcome Ronise and Sharon. I have heard such wonderful things about you.” They all hug and get acquainted as the girls are being photographed separately.

“Hi Romanda, thank you for the warm welcome, your home is so beautiful. Please call me Ronnie.” “I can do that and thank you so much. I appreciate that. From what I hear your home is better.” Ronnie and Romanda joke. “Oh please, she just likes the supply of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She swears they are world famous.” Sharon quips. “That sounds like my daughter for sure.”

After a few separate shots Rihanna and Shuri come from either end of the landing. Seeing each other for the first time they have to do a double take. Riri in her dress with her hair flawlessly braided and styled up. Her skin glows the same hues as the gold jewelry she is wearing. One or two of the ear cuffs she has on maybe Shuri’s. Her makeup is immaculately done to highlight her high cheeks and gorgeous eyes. She stands a little taller in her heels giving her legs the illusion of being longer peeking from the slit.

“Baby you look astounding.” The statement was matter of fact for everyone to hear. Shuri leans over to whisper in her ear next. With a hand low on her back. “Sexy too.” “You are stunning yourself.” Riri affirms in a soft tone and sultry smirk. Staring at Shuri’s lips but keeping in mind they have to keep it G. No one else in the room matters if you ask Shuri but she respects that there is a time and place. They stage a few more shots together like the placing of the corsage and some really lovely shots. All being documented by the photographer.

They descend the stairs and allow Romanda and Riri to meet formally. Shuri greets Ronnie and Sharon with long hugs. Their connection was instant after they met. “Rihanna, you are a work of art.” Romanda beams, embracing Riri in a hug herself. “It is so nice to finally meet you.” “You also Miss.Scientist extraordinaire. My Dove never stops raving about you so I had to make the point to be home for this. It is an honor.” “Dove?” Riri is inquisitive about the nickname. “It stands for Dear Love. I have called her that since she was a baby.” Ri grins. “I love that! The honor is mine. Meeting the woman responsible for Shuri is a Queen in my eyes.” “I thank you for that but Shuri is her own person. Headstrong and stubborn you are the only one Dear Heart who calms her.” Ri can’t believe her ears. This is a beautiful first meeting.

Not too long after the chatter dies down. Shuri and Riri leave to enjoy their night. The curfew is set a little later than normal which they are grateful for. Shuri takes a hold with Riri’s hand as she drives, lacing their fingers as the car speeds forward.

“My Mother was so impressed with you today. I am excited you got to meet her.” Shuri kisses the back of Ris' hand. “I’m glad Daddy. She's so easy to talk to. We spoke about you, then school and stuff.” “Oh yea? What did you say about me?” Rubs her thumb across the palm of Ris hand “I mentioned you snore when you nap together. I asked her why?”

“You did not.” “No I didn't. I just said that I was glad to meet the woman responsible for you. But she told me that she was just a guide. You are uniquely you. Which makes sense now.” “Hey now you like this unique me.” Sighing playfully “I do. I suppose.”

Shuri parks the car and makes her way over to open the door helping Riri out of the car. Several classmates ooh and ahh at them. The public opinion has swayed needless to say. They stop for the cheesy school picture and they go on to do some dancing.

MJ finds them with some random guy in her heels. “Hey Y’all. I want you to meet Peter.” “Greetings, all.” “Pete, can I have some punch?” Peter turns to leave for the errand leaving MJ. “He’s cute, MJ. You two look good together Friend.” Riri chimes in. “No it’s you two looking almost royal to me. Shuri your cousin is going to have to do my prom dress. Her work is so well done.”

“I will let her know M. But what is the word on the rumor mill about tonight’s prom court nominations?” “I am so glad you asked Friend. Tonight you and Miles Mason are on the King short list. Your Princess is on the Queen list with Tiana Thomas. This is an easy win for you all but we will see.” “I will be glad with whatever result M.” The music changes to slower songs.

Snooze starts to play over the speakers. Taking Shuri’s hand, Riri leads her to the floor and dances slowly face to face. Ri has her hands around Shuri’s neck. While Shuri’s arms are wrapped around her lower back. They breathe deeply and smell nothing but each other. “This is perfect. Thank You Baby..” Shuri runs her hands up Ris back some. “Baby why are you thanking me?” “For this amazing year. You didn’t have to be with me.” “I love you Rihanna so there is no one I would rather be with.”

Did she just say she LOVES ME? Riri runs her hands down Shuri’s back looking into her eyes. “I love you too.” They dance the remainder of the night holding onto the moment.

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#shuri x riri #shuriri #fanfic #fanfiction #riri x shuri #riri williams #shuri udaku #spotify

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