#thank you fendi for dressing him in this

[enjoyprettythings]

good morning to nick galitzine only

[marilynthornhilllover]

Mortica Addams x fem! Reader

Name: " mauvaise fille"

Warning: smut!, fingering!, fake dick!, choking!, mommy kink!, foreplay!, safeword!, tieing up! Mouth gag!creampie! Dom!mortica, R-reviving! Intense staring!, praise kink IN FRENCH!!indecent language!. 18+ ONLYY!!!! this is not like my other smut fanfics this is INTENSE!!. BOTH HANDS ON THE PHONE PEOPLE🤣😅

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You've been a teacher at Nevermore Academy for a about year now, and it was finally time for their annual teachers, parents and students " show up and show off" Ball Room prom. You were very excited. You had to look expensive and exclusive.

You wore a tight long sleeve black Gucci dress that hugged your every curve. The dress had over 100k real diamonds on it. Mortica picked it out just for you straight from France . The dress fell to the floor elegantly and had a split at the side that showed off your toned legs.

You wore sliver hoop earrings and your makeup was well done with bright red lip stick. You wore your hair in a messy but decent bun. As for your foot wear you wore heels from Celine and a red bag from fendi.

You looked extremely sexy. As for Mortcia she couldn't make it because she had to take pugsley to the E.R since Wednesday tried to stabb him in the head while playing "truth or death".

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When you arrived you were welcomed by miss Thornhill and principal weems who sadly had to leave to welcome some other parents, student and teachers. After everyone had settled down the party began.

To start everyone off the DJ played some romantic music and shared out " your gonna get drunk and railed tonight" drinks. They were in deed very storng. But you didn't have any, but marilyn your partner for the night obviously couldn't say no.

She took a full shot, tossing her head back and as drank it all. You watched her closely. It almost seemed as if she was trying to turn you on. But that would he ridiculous because everyone knows that you and mortica have been a thing for the past 2 months now.

She looked at you seductively and bit her lip. " you gotta try this miss y/l/n, this is some good shit" she muttered already getting drunk. You chuckled and shyly pushed back the cup she was offering. " no thanks I have to stand my ground tonight, plus I didnt know you drink miss Thornhill" you shouted over all the loud rock music that was now playing.

" of course!! " she shouted back. You smiled softly at her, and looked around the room and scanned it. Still no sight of mortica, but for some reason you kept feeling theses cold shivers running down your spine. And only she could do that to you.

" looking for someone?" Asked marilyn as she took another shot while looking at you. You immediately brought your gaze back to her. She was a total mess, alcohol really isn't for her you thought. " Yeah mortica" you said sighing and looking at your watch. An hour had already passed. Marilyn looked around the room confused.

" she didn't come?" She asked looking back at you. You shook your head looking a bit sad. " what happened?" She asked placing a hand on your thigh. You were a bit nervous when she did that because you knew mortica would get very jealous if she was here, but you didn't want to hurt Marilyn's feelings.

" wednesday happened that what happened" you said scoffing as you rolled your eyes. Wednesday was simply unruly and spoiled. Again you felt shivers run down your spine and as if someone was staring daggers at you. Marilyn noticed how you trembled and decided to move her hand further up your thigh.

" you ok?" She asked removing her hand. " mmhm, just cold. Uh I'm gonna use the bathroom, I'll be right back" you said getting up. You left marilyn in her drunken state and went to breeze off in the bathroom, hopefully soon enough she'll miss you.

As your were texting mortica on your phone you heard somone come in but you didn't pay any attention. Hopefully it's not marilyn you thought to your self as you let out a low chuckle. Suddenly you felt someone grab you harshly but the hair and slammed you into the near by wall. This caused your phone to drop out of your hand and crack.

Whining in pain you slowly opened your eyes to see who would pull such a cruel act on you. It was mortica. She looked angry. Her pupils was dilated, eyes filled with pure lust and desire. Only if you truly knew what she wanted to do to you. Your knees all of a sudden became weak, your mind became fuzzy, you felt your self getting wet. You body ached with need for her.

" babu you came-" you said softly, but she immediately started choking you. Not to much to danger you but just enough to turn you on. You whimpered as you rubbed your thighs together to get some sort of friction. She noticed this and placed her knee in between both of your thighs.

Due to the spilt in the dress Her knee was able to rest on your soaked cunt and she felt how wet you were. And she loved it. " sàle puté, you are mine, you hear me bitch. No man or woman gets to touch you the way I do" she growled in your ear. You could hear the lust in her voice. The grip on your throat tighten as you let out small helpless moans.

It all made perfect sense now. The cold shivers, it was all her. " now your gonna take your pretty ass back out there and say goodbye to everyone and do it quickly before I drag you by the fucking hair like the slut you are" she said, her tone of voice alone turned you on. " yes mommy" you said as you swallowed hard.

For a while she didn't move. Not her hand nor her foot. She just kept staring at you. You were so hungry for her. You needed her badly. " now go" she whispered before releasing you. You fixed your hair and makeup before looking down on the ground at your phone. You shooted her a glare and send gaved it right back. Causing you to shiver.

"That should be the last thing on your worry list darling because after tonight you won't even be able to walk. And this time I mean it" she said eyes burning with desire. " hurry up and met me in the car after. " she said walking out of the bathroom.

You said goodbye to larissa, Enid,Wednesday, the mayor and the others before leaving. You didn't see where marilyn had ran off to so you just left.

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As soon as you were home mortica put pugsley to bed using sleeping pills so he won't wake up and took you to her secret bedroom. She immediately smashed her lips on yours. The kiss was heated and very passionate. You felt as of you were dying, like your world was set on fire. You pulled away for air leaving a trail of Slava following, but that only spurred tish on more. She immediately started kissing you again this time using her tongue.

You couldn't help moaning into her mouth when you felt her hands down your chest. Rubbing your breast through your dress. You were so turned on that your nipples were showing. Tish wasted no time she proceeded to zip down your dress. You kicked off your heels and took off all jewelry.

After you both were naked she pushed you down on the bed. She went and grabbed a hair tie, puting her long,soft jet black hair a a messy bun so it wouldn't get in the way. You needed her really bad. " please tish hurry" you moaned, playing with your nipples. She rolled her eyes at you before gabbing her strap and other stuff.

She tied up your hands to the bedpost above your head using red slik restraints and placed a cloth in your mouth. "Let me show you why your mine little one" she whispered. She then started kissing your face, then she moved down to your jaw, neck as she sucked on your pulse joint, your shoulder, your breast. Kissing and sucking on your nipples. Biting them ever so slightly, making your back arch.

She kissed your tummy, sloppy kisses to your lower tummy. She gently spread your thighs kissing between them. Your hands fought against the restraints. Your legs were already shaking. She looked at your pretty cunt and back up at you " think anyone could have you glistening like this mon amour? Mhm?" She said pouting at you. You quickly shook your head, hips bucking toward her face.

She slid her fingers up your folds collecting all your arousal on them, then she placed them in her mouth and sucked them clean. Her eyes rolled back and she let out this angelic sound of a moan. " you always tasted so sweet mon amour" she said then quickly licked your pussy causing you to shiver.

She chuckled deeply as she watched you squirm under her. Without warning she pushed 2 fingers into you nice and slow. You arched your back so bad it could have snapped in 2. " fuckkkk" you moaned as you pulled against the slik tie. " good girl, shhh" she cooed starting a good pace in you as she curled her fingers hitting the right spot in you.

" jolié fille" she said going faster. You loved when she parised you in French, plus her accent made it even better. You started clenching around her fingers as you felt your orgasm nearing. " mèrde" she cursed in French as she felt you getting tight around her. " that's it mon amour let go" she cooed going faster. She came up and started kissing your neck. Then she went for your nipples. Sucking and biting down hard on them.

Eventually you cumed on her fingers. " Bonne fille mon amour, just one more ok?" She cooed as she kept fucking you. You couldn't take it, you were too sensitive. You arched your back once again as you felt a second orgasm coming. Your eyes rolled back as you started seeing stars. Your legs shook uncontrollably. " that's it mon amour, think marilyn can fuck you like this? Think she'd hit this deep in you? Make you come numberless times? Huh? ANSWER ME" she shouted going faster.

" no" you muttered, you felt it coming again. " that's right I'm the only one who can make you feel this good, now go on and cum for mommy again amour" she said and so you did. The cum from the last orgasm plus this one driped down your thighs and onto the sheets. Leaving a wet patch. " messy bitch" tish whispered as she smirked at you. You were spent completely spent but was wasn't done yet. And she wasn't stopping until she got what she wanted. For you to be absolutely ruined.

She grabbed her starp from beside her and put it on, making sure to tighten it because was going to show no mercy on you. She was true to her word. She was going to make you unable to walk. As tired as you were you needed her. Needed her cock to full you up. Stretch you out. Make you cum over and over again. " untie me please" you said and she did so also taking the gag out of your mouth.

You opened your legs wider for her, the widest you can go. You made her chuckle. She grabbed you by the jaw and forced you to look at her cock" your gonna take it all, with no complaints. You desperate bitch" she moaned. She held the back of your head as she slowly pushed in. Your head dropped back against the pillow as your eyes rolled back. The stretch was delicious. She was so big.

She held on to your hips as she wasted no time. She immediately started to fuck you hard and deep. Her strap reaching places you never knew existed. She was hitting that sweet spot so good. " good girl" she purred over and over again in your ear. Kissing you deeply as she swallowed all your pretty moans. She pulled out and snapped her hips forward. She was pounding you so good. Your back was arched, your eyes were rolled back, your toes were curled and your nails were leaving marks on her thighs.

The sound she was making every thrust was delicious. It felt so good. You wish she could fuck you like this everyday. "Please mommy- go faster" you moaned and she obeyed. Going the fastest ever. She was so deep in you it was unbelievable. You could feel her way up in your stomach.

You cumed so hard on her cock. You were out of breath and seeing stars. But she kept going. And you allowed her because fuck it felt so good!. " good girl. Just like that? Yeah. Feels good huh? Your so pretty. Gonna make you scream" she cooed.

At this point you don't even know how many times you cumed on her dick. It was getting intense now. " tish- tish! Black! Tish please black!" You screamed, as your last orgasm washed over you. A white vail came down over your eyes and you heard ringing in your ear. You were completely out of this world. Mortica slowly pulled out of you and cleaned you up straight away, as fear washed over her.

It was the first time you used the safeword and she was panicking. After a while you were back up. From your ever so nap. You caught tish staring at you with worried eyes. She gaved you some water and a snack to eat. Kissing your forehead. " I'm sorry if I was to rough my love, i didnt mean to hurt you" she whispered tears in her eyes , sorrow in her voice. You hugged her and kissed her lips lightly. " I'm fine it was just a bit to much" you said smiling at her softly. " I won't do it again" she said. She truly was sorry.

" I'm fine tish" you said winking at her. "Let's go pick up Wednesday from the ball it's past midnight" you said , she smiled and agreed.

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The next day was pretty intense. You skipped work just so you could relax with mortica all day.

Gomez came to pick up wednesday and pugsley to drop them off to school. When he came he didn't even say good morning to you. He looked you up and down rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Whore" he whispered. " at least I'm morticia's whore. She literally fucked me senseless last night, she sent me into oblivion" you said sipping your tea.

Wednesday and pugsley shot you an disturbing look and went outside. As for gomez he just looked at mortica then back at you and smiled. Not the happy smile the " I'm sad and depressed My wife left me for a woman" smile.

You chuckled to your self and looked at mortica " your trouble" she whispered. You smirked and watch them drive away.

A/N : I don't know what got hold of me to write this! 🤣 I guess I was just really horny for mortica:)

[amphtaminedreams]

Relevant on the Runway in the Run Up to Fashion Week: F/W23 through to Pre-Fall 2024 & My Top 25 (Part 6)

-Susan Fang, top to bottom: RTW F/W23, S/S24-

-Tanya Taylor, top to bottom: pre-fall 2023, RTW F/W23, resort 2024, RTW S/S24, pre-fall 2024-

-top to bottom: The Attico RTW F/W23, RTW S/S24, resort 2024, Theory RTW F/W23-

-top to bottom: Tia Adeola RTW F/W23, S/S24, Tokyo James RTW F/W23-

-top to bottom: Torey Burch RTW F/W23, resort 2024, S/S24, Tomo Koizumi RTW F/W23-

-top to bottom: Trussardi RTW F/W23, Vera Wang RTW S/S24-

-Ulla Johnson, clockwise L-R: RTW F/W23, S/S24, resort 2024-

-Valentino, clockwise L-R: RTW F/W23, S/S24, pre-fall 2024, haute couture S/S23, pre-fall 2023, haute couture F/W23-

-Versace, clockwise L-R: RTW F/W23, S/S24, pre-fall 2023-

-Victoria Beckham, clockwise L-R: resort 2024, RTW F/W23, S/S24, pre-fall 2024, pre-fall 2023-

-L-R, top to bottom: Viktor & Rolf haute couture S/S23, F/W23, Vivetta RTW F/W23, pre-fall 2023, RTW S/S24-

-top to bottom: Viviano RTW F/W23, S/S24, We11done RTW S/S24-

-Vivienne Westwood, top to bottom: RTW F/W23, S/S24-

-top to bottom: Wiederhoeft RTW F/W23, S/S24, Y/Project “ -

-Yohji Yamamoto, clockwise L-R: RTW F/W23, S/S24-

-Yuhan Wang, top to bottom: RTW F/W23, S/S24-

-Zimmerman, clockwise L-R: resort 2023, 2024, RTW S/S24, S/S23, F/W22-

-Zuhair Murad, top to bottom: haute couture S/S23, F/W23-

And that’s the lot! 

So to round it all up, here’s a quick recap of my standouts from the last year or so of collections, and what’s still on my mind to get me through this winter. 

It was hard to choose how many to limit myself to. A top 50? Too much, a whole post on its own. But a top 20? That’s not enough.

So signing off, in no particular order, here are my top 25 from F/W23 all the way up to S/S24, in time for the start of the FW24 collections we’ll be seeing over the next few weeks!

Schiaparelli EVERYTHING: Is it any surprise Schiaparelli is on the list? Alll the fashion girlies atm are obsessed with everything Schiaparelli does, and how could you not be? Daniel Roseberry’s designs are intricate, luxurious, dramatic, and consistently ahead of the game in terms of creativity. Nobody is doing it like him right now, and for that reason, his pieces are instantly recognisable.

-clockwise L-R: Schiaparelli RTW S/S24, haute couture F/W23, S/S23, Fendi haute couture F/W23, S/S23, Schiaparelli RTW F/W23-

2. Fendi Haute Couture F/W23 and S/S23: Fendi’s Haute Couture collections never disappoint me. Time and time again, Kim Jones offers us her elegant take on glitzy femininity, balancing glamour with soft, ethereal colour palettes, silhouettes and fabrics. This year, she’s given us the red carpet iteration of balletcore (which is an aesthetic I never saw coming or thought of but am obsessed with btw) and for that, I am forever thankful.

-clockwise L-R: Dilara Fındıkoğlu RTW F/W23, Ambush RTW S/S23, F/W23, S/S23, S/S24, Chopona Lowena RTW S/S24, Di Petsa RTW S/S24, Roberto Cavalli RTW S/S24, Yuhan Wang RTW F/W23, Moschino RTW F/W23, Rave Review RTW S/S24, Yuhan Wang RTW S/S24, Roberto Cavalli RTW F/W23, Di Petsa RTW F/W23,  Ermanno Scervino RTW S/S24-

3. Dilara Fındıkoğlu RTW F/W23: Dilara’s ethereal, post-apocalyptic take on grunge delivers everyyy, singleee time! As if I didn’t wish I had Bella Hadid’s life enough already (minus having Yolanda “have a couple of almonds and chew them really well” Hadid as a mother), she then stepped out in that DF custom set and my envy increased tenfold.

4. Ambush EVERYTHING: The way Yoon Ahn’s styles the garments she designs under her label Ambush is the end result I’m trying to achieve whenever I actually make an effort in putting together an outfit these days, as rare as that is atm. Yes, at it’s core, the brand embraces a street wear-friendly version of the grunge aesthetic (I know, I use the word grunge to death but my love for that way of dressing will never die! I lived one full year in the 90s and I’m going to milk being a 90s baby only in the very literal sense for all it’s worth!) But through that lens Yoon plays with a number of other trends, from techwear to the academia-influenced styling craze, and has all that fun incorporating elements from those avenues, whilst retaining the edge that underlies her vision of the brand. The level of flexibility she manages to display without compromising the Ambush blueprint is exactly what makes Yoon’s collections a reliable source of outfit inspiration for those of us who have a strong attachment to one particular style but like to take cues from whichever other aesthetic is dominating the trend cycle at that moment too.

5. Chopona Lowena RTW S/S24: Cutesy ‘90s inspired grunge? Bloody love it. Which reminds me that I should reiterate, NO you don't get a pound every time I say grunge. Not in this economy:(

6. Di Petsa RTW F/W23 & S/S24: I was lucky enough to see a Di Petsa piece in person at the Design Museum’s Alexander McQueen sponsored REBEL: 30 Years of London Fashion exhibition, and yes, it was as perfectly sculpted to the mannequin as her pieces are to the models who wear them on the runway IRL. Dimitra Petsa is a little bit of a genius I think. She’s so clearly fuelled by an appreciation of the divine feminine energy of women in the sense which we originally started using the term rather than the way we mostly use it now which is more often than not sardonically to justify our bedrotting days (which I’m totally on board with btw because performing femininity is fucking exhausting tehe), meaning her designs highlight the raw, stripped back power and beauty of the female body and everything it does without us even having to try. Di Petsa’s collections give the world a much needed reminder of the strength and grace of women whatever size or shape we are, and shows us that we don’t need to A). have some otherworldly power or B). Get a shit tonne of filler and plastic surgery to emulate the goddesses of both today’s and yesteryear’s standards.

7. Roberto Cavalli RTW F/W23 & S/S24: Fausto Puglisi treads carefully along the line separating bold and gaudy with his take on Cavalli but both the RTW collections were fucking phenomenal this year, taking it back to at a time when Coachella fashion was at the peak of cultural relevance, and what a TIME to be alive that was.

8. Yuhan Wang RTW F/W23 & S/S24: Take something bit granny chic, a bit little girlish, a couple of pieces from a motorcycle gang and throw it all together, and you get that signature Yuhan Wang look. To quote Liam Hess’ review for Vogue Runway of Yang’s RTW S/S24 collection: "Yuhan Wang’s vision of femininity may appear delicate on the surface, but it’s always undercut with something steelier and a little dangerous." Yah. He said it much better than I can. That's why he writes for Vogue and I talk to myself on here, lol.

9. Moschino RTW F/W23: Glitzy, opulent, old-Hollywood infused punk? Consider me obsessed.

10. Rave Review RTW S/S24: SoOoo glad to finally see a collection from the pioneers of chintzy grunge (I’m sorry but what other word can I use?!) on the runway. See, I make the distinction between Rave Review, Chopona Lowena and Yuhan Wang because Rave Review, in the best way possible, excel at a creating pre-loved feel to their collections. That isn’t to say it looks like the shit no one wants. It looks like the wardrobe of the coolest girl you know who can spend an afternoon browsing her local charity stores, the evening in front of her sewing machine, and by the morning can produce some up-cycled magic that you wish you had the talent to create yourself. I want to be that girl! I’m just a sewing machine and few decent charity shops in my local area short but trust and believe I’m working on it, lol!

11. Ermanno Scervino RTW S/S24: How very high-end LoveShackFancy of Ermanno Scervino to give us this Y2K style Bohemian dream and then refine it in line with the whole “stealth wealth/clean girl” minimalism craze that had such a chokehold over 2023 (and which I hope we leave behind, for the sake of its racist undertones if nothing else). Taken to either end of the spectrum, as in pink frilly floral overkill or an endless cycle of shapeless neutrals, I’m beginning to get a bit worn out with both but the meeting of the two here with the pops of colour in the embroidery was something magical, a beautiful partnership<3

-clockwise L-R: pre-fall 2023, RTW F/W23, resort 2024, RTW S/S24-

12. David Koma EVERYTHING: Beyond slept on and idk why! This man was behind Mugler for several years, which is one of my alll time favourite brands, and I think it’s safe to say a staple for many. So where is the buzz about his solo offering? Idk. It is strange because I feel like his collections share a lot of the attributes (y2k feel, hyper-feminine, sex appeal, a bit of edge, overall bit of a Bratz doll vibe if ygm?) as Blumarine and everyone is head over heels for that? So yeah, I truly don’t know. Maybe it’s not luxury enough? I’ve never really cared about that. You don’t get much more luxury than a Hermes Birkin and yet I think they’re dull as dishwater and no one can convince me otherwise regardless of how much a status symbol they’ve become. Maybe it’s my youth, maybe I’d feel differently if I too was a real housewife of Beverly Hills but yeah, give me David Koma over Hermes any day.

-clockwise L-R: Diesel resort 2024, pre-fall 2023, pre-fall 2024, RTW F/W23, S/S24-

13. Diesel EVERYTHING: Wow, Diesel must be the no.1 contender for fashion house comeback of the 2020s so far. And it’s what’s deserved for a name as cool as Diesel, I mean, it is so simple but so good!

As far as I’m concerned Diesel had been relegated to the leagues of the higher price mark section of the Next catalogue for the past decade and yet the past couple of fashion weeks their shows have arguably been amongst the most anticipated. I feel like I’ve said sexy biker grunge or some combination of these 3 words too many times in this post already but look, it’s kind of like the aspirational aesthetic of choice for me minus the sexy part and add in a girlier, more dainty strain of femininity instead bc I do not have the body nor the bone structure or the RHYTHM to have sex appeal. I was built with the body that’s giving little boy at its lowest possible weight and chubby baby at its highest so yay. The sexy thing isn't gonna happen for me, I’m at peace with that, lmao.

-clockwise L-R: Erdem pre-fall 2024, RTW S/S24, pre-fall 2023, RTW F/W23, resort 2024-

14. Erdem EVERYTHING: Genuine question here, would Erdem Moralioglu's work be fitting of what Gen Z mean when they talk about whimsy goth or am I way off-base? Honestlyyy, I’m so out of the loop when it comes to this phenomenon of coding everything and idk if I like it because tbh, it seems like it’s only accelerated the pace of fast fashion. Once TikTok has put a label on aesthetic, it starts getting manufactured cheaply en masse and within a matter of weeks, everyone is fatigued and moves right onto the next craze of X/Y/Z “core”. Like apparently mob wife core is a thing now? Kill me FR. When I hear that all I think of is Teresa Giudice flipping a table and calling Danielle Staub "prostitution whore".

Sorry, I'm getting wildly off-topic here, back to whimsy goth…I don’t know what the TikTok/Pinterest certified cues for that vibe are, but within my understanding of the word, it’d be something like this? Because romantic, gothic, elegant, and eurgh, I hate this term, but also like, badass. Essentially, Erdem's dark dramatic touches constitute what I think of as the gothic part and the former adjectives contribute the whimsical part. Anyways, yah, sorry I had to say the word badass. I’m now thinking I could’ve more accurately summarised my understanding of whimsy goth by saying steampunk Disney princess, lol. It pained me to type especially because we don’t really say ass in England, but badARSE sounds really awkward and yeah, let's just move on...

-clockwise L-R: Zimmerman resort 2023, RTW S/S23, F/W23, S/S24, resort 2024-

15. Zimmerman EVERYTHING: I feel like the two opposing sides of the coin representing my personal style are in such stark contrast to one another because yes, one the one hand, I will always be obsessed with that whole forbidden g-word ‘90s look but I also do adore the whole flower power vibe, and for me, Zimmerman does that perfectly. This is to say, essentially, it leans subtly enough in that direction that you can still imagine a Zimmerman dress looking gorgeous with a big, vintage oversized coat, clunky boots, and dark makeup if you get me? There is one particular FKA Twigs look I’m thinking of as I type this, iykyk. But yeah, I never don’t love a collection from them, hence the inclusion on this list!

16. Jacquemus RTW F/W23: Speaking of clunky boots…Can you IMAGINE one of the little white dresses from this collection with some black platform Doc Martens and a black velvet choker or corsage? Like to reference Courtney Love for what is probably the millionth time, this would be the dream outfit inspired by her, however much of a groupie that makes me sound.

On a side note, Jacquemus’ S/S24 collection only came out, like, last week which is why it wasn’t included in the post but I can’t lie…it is a hugeee step down from this. The disappointment echoes my feelings the new Gucci collection, only I guess I can hold onto the hope this is just a meh year for Jacquemus rather than the loss of another absolutely legendary creative spark. Yeah, Alessandro Michele I miss u xx

-top to bottom: Le Fame pre-fall 2023, RTW S/S24-

17. Le Fame EVERYTHING: I only found out about Le Fame, Miss Sohee, Sultry Virgin etc. through HF Twitter (yeah, X is never catching on) and I feel indignant that only a handful of those are on Vogue Runway. Look when it comes to my A-Zs, if I find anything I like in a collection, I will include it, even if it’s nothing groundbreaking in my eyes. Because range, you know? But amongst the standouts from a collection, the rest can be really fucking drab, and yet the brand makes the top of the Vogue feed regardless, purely based on reputation. Yet Le Fame gets tumbleweeds. Where is the justice for Shanghai Fashion Week? ALL the non-western centric fashion weeks for that matter. WHY has ShuShu/Tong only just got a place on the Vogue Runway archive? I mean, it’s bad all round but the erasure of Shanghai FW in particular bothers me because western fashion is so clearly influenced by East Asian fashion and atm it’s just like we capitalise on it without paying our dues (shocker).

-clockwise L-R: Rahul Mishra haute couture F/W23, S/S23, Giambattista Valli haute couture F/W23, S/S23-

18. Rahul Mishra Haute Couture S/S23 & F/W23: Whilst we're on the topic, thank god for HF Twitter for alerting me to yet another designer ignored until very recently by Western fashion critics. Don’t get me wrong, I like a bit of Elie Saab as much as the next girly girl but every collection lately has been more of the same, risk-free and repetitive. You look at Rahul Mishra, and instantly, you can see just how much work and passion goes into his designs. The end results are that these dresses are utterly ETHEREAL. I have been seeing more talk about RM lately and his collections have recently started being covered by Vogue. I hope this acknowledgment continues!

19. Giambattista Valli Haute Couture F/W23 & S/S23: The princessiest (yeah, that’s a word now) of princess dresses. OFC GV makes it on this list. For the sake of my inner child, if not anything else, who thought that a job in the fashion industry was actually achievable and that wearing a dress like this one day was within my reach. The little me who didn’t know what nepotism even meant, this is for you.

20. Selkie RTW S/S24: So I wouldn’t usually include Selkie in a fashion week post as maybe, for reasons stemming from my own prejudices, I assume anything I have ever been able to afford at any point in my life does not count as high fashion. But the Selkie show for this season, imo, truly epitomised what is supposed to be the whole point of fashion which is to translate our inner beauty to outer beauty on our own terms, in a way that makes us feel empowered and the most magnificent version of ourselves. Selkie speaks to the playful feminine spirit within me, and to see women of all sizes, ethnicities, ages, and abilities looking absolutely enchanting made me feel hopeful for a day when I don’t still feel like the only version of myself that is worthy of being “perceived” (lmao) is the one who still owned that beautiful, tiny Selkie dress, who has to punish and deprive their body to fit into it! Seeing this runway on Twitter gave me a degree of faith that this future where I feel confident and comfortable in my recovered body does exist. So yeah. I had to include it here:)

-top to bottom: Shushu/Tong RTW S/S24, F/W23-

21. Shushu/Tong RTW F/23 & S/S24: I hate to introduce new material at such a late stage but I was choosing my favourite looks from ShuShu/Tong’s S/S24 collection and just thought, I want more! So I did some Googling and managed to find the F/W23 collection too! And it’s just as stunning as S/S24. This is why it’s such a calamity that we don’t get more Shanghai FW coverage, I s2g.

-clockwise L-R: Philosophy di Lorenzo Serafini RTW S/S24, Cult Gaia resort 2024, Dominnico RTW F/W23, Zuhair Murad haute couture F/W23-

22. Zuhair Murad Haute Couture F/W23: Okay so obvs the S/S23 couture collection was gorg and lush too buut holy shit, the gothic touches of F/W23 took things to another level for me!

23. Dominnico RTW F/W23: If Sam Levinson decides to have Maddy Perez go through a kawaii-influenced cyberpunk phase and then become a dominatrix in season 3 of Euphoria (and let’s be real, equally nonsensical things have happened on that show), this is what her character should be wearing in keeping with her personal style. Niche, I know. Just please, for the love of god, make her come of age first. I have no time for that man’s insistence on sexualising minors. Justice for Barbie Ferrera and Kat Hernandez, honestly.

24. Cult Gaia Resort 2024: Is it…mermaid core?

And lastly…

25. Philosophy di Lorenzo Serafini RTW S/S24: He made layers SEXY.

Honourable mentions go to a few brands I plan to focus on anyway over my next couple of posts (another In the Front Row at…kinda post, and also little 2023 Pt.2 Recap) so I won’t go overboard yapping on about them here too, but to summarise a few points:

I was pleasantly surprised by Maria Grazia Chiurui’s work at Dior this past year? IDK if it’s just that my expectations of Dior based on the collections we’ve seen over the previous few years have set the bar really low, but almost all of it was super pretty. Maria has garnered a reputation for being all quantity and no quality, which is fair enough, however I truly think we saw both this year. So maybe this is all to say…Dior gets the Most Improved award?

Alessandro Michele’s final Gucci RTW collection was full of showstoppers and honestly, I don’t know how Sabato De Sarno is supposed to follow on from that. His Gucci S/S24 was nice enough and probably more in keeping with the brand's old school aesthetic but the character Alessandro brought to the brand is gone and I feel like a little part of me has died along with that. I don’t know what to feel because his version of the brand is the brand in my eyes, at this point, like he resuscitated it and nourished it and got people excited enough about it to reestablish Gucci's place at the precipice of high fashion, and yet seeing S/S24 I feel that artistic flair is gone. If I’m being optimistic, maybe De Sarno is just playing the long game and that, in going back to basics, his aim is to create a point of reference he can build upon over time to develop his own equally bold vision of luxury. Let’s say Sabato De Sarno gets the Person I Most Hope Will Improve award.

Finally, in the absence of Michele’s Gucci and on the back of another year of incredible collections, I think I can finally say…Rokh, you’re my new number one.

To conclude, though, that’s enough from me! I’ve already done way too much chatting shite for a photo post. If I start talking about anything else now, it’ll surely end up as some rant about the state of the world which will inevitably be coming soon, anyway, so for now all I have to say is 1. Free Palestine and 2. I hope anyone reading this is doing otherwise okay notwithstanding the horrific levels of injustice occurring, i.e the abhorrent displays of solidarity with a government perpetrating war crimes by many Western “democratic" leaders. Even when we knew they were awful before, seeing this situation play out is devastating. Be kind to yourself. All we can do some days is get by and that’s okay. To exist in a place where our lives are not constantly at threat is in itself a beautiful thing that everyone deserves, and I know most of us appreciate that and want that for everyone else too.

With that, I’ll say goodbye and will be posting again soon.

Lauren x

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Excuse me please, I have a question that I would like to ask. What do you think the Gabriel Agreste brand would look like in real life, or just in general? I ask this because I'm a newbie when it comes to fashion and because I want the fic that i'm writing, Émerveiller, to tid bits of fashion in it. I want to really understand how to talk about Gabriel as a brand and fashion in in my fics. I want to write a Gabriel who does Haute Couture and not Fast Fashion. How I write him will be up for debate, but the part that I really don't want to get wrong is the fashion aspect. I say this because fashion itself is an integral part of Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir so for my Miraculous fic, I really want be close with my writing of Gabriel as the brand and other fashion oriented characters.

I ask this of you because when I read your fics you have seem to have a way with describing fashion that I really like. Especially when talking about the Gabriel brand or talking about the things that Lila and Adrien wear.

Sorry about asking this her, but I couldn't find the ask on your other blogs. You don't have to answer If you don't want to just wanted to get this out there.

Also this Regaluns_Imagination the who wrote Émerveiller if your wondering.

Thank You, Regalun.

Not, it's completely fine, I'm quite happy to answer any question related to fashion.

Opinion first: Miraculous Ladybug is a show centred on fashion, but I personally don't think it does so particularly well, because a lot of the fashion is abysmal and because fashionable character never get a chance to show their talent. Marinette, for example, makes one-off hats and honestly uninspiring unisex fashion lines and Gabriel, even though he owns a fashion maison, there's never any episodes devoted to his career. Adrien walks down the catwalk wearing the same suit in three seasons. Fashion isn't a focus in Miraculous Ladybug, it's a backdrop for the superhero business. In fact, I think fans are a lot more fashion-focused than the writers themselves, a lot of their designs do surpass canon.

Back onto topic: If you want to write haute couture, you should know that it's not just a fashion term to be thrown around, there's strict guidelines on what kind of fashion can be considered haute couture. The Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture is a French governing body who, alone, has the power to decide what can legally be sold as haute couture. Fashion houses has to follow strict rules such as:

Designs must be one-of-a-kind, and the buyer must attend up to five fittings.

An atelier that must employ at least 15 full-time staff.

50 original designs must be created during each biannual fashion season.

Not all luxury fashion is haute couture. Dior, CHANEL, and Fendi are haute couture. Bulgari, Loewe, and Acne Studio are not. A big thing about haute couture is that it must be one-of-a-kind. No buyer wants to spend around 25,000 euros on a dress only to realise someone else can wear it as well. All the dresses and suits you see on the MET Gala red carpet, for example, are haute couture made for that specific celebrity only. They now own the dress and its design, and no one else can ever wear something similar.

Haute couture is also, rightfully, accused of being Euro-centric. Because of its demands and Paris-based governmental body, most fashion houses considered haute couture are French, Italian, and Spanish. The only Asian haute couture designer I know is Yuima Nakazako.

Haute couture is different from prêt-à-porter, or ready-made fashion, where the clothes are mass-produced in general sizes such as small, medium, or large, and your favourite pair of Versace pink satin pumps can also be someone else's favourite pair of Versace pink satin pumps.

According to Thomas Astruc, Gabriel Agreste is as famous as Jean-Paul Gaultier, Yves Saint Laurent, or Michael Kors. But that statement doesn't give us an idea of how Gabriel designs, only what kind of fashion designer he's as famous as.

Personally Gabriel Agreste seems like the very classic Parisian, black-and-white chic to me. I also do think YSL when I see him, but only because Adrien would look amazing in Saint Laurent.

In a lot of my fics, Adrien wears YSL's legendary smoking jacket and Wyatt harness boots.

I hope this helps and let me know if you need any more help :).

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HIS BETTER HALF

Part 6

Continued

#marriage #affair #dating #sex #blacklove #urban #shortstory #mature #cheating #lies #infidelity

Adultery

Adrian pulled his brand new charcoal gray Bentley Continental up to the valet of The Luxe Imperium. He was 15 minutes early for his date with Nia. He hardly expected her to show up. But if she was smart she would realize what she would be giving up and would definitely be there. At the end of the day it would be her lost, not his.

"Good evening sir. Welcome to The Luxe. My name is Aaron and I'll be parking your car over in V.I.P." The young man told the doctor as he opened the driver door for him.

Adrian climbed from the car and straightened his black Bergdorf Goodman tux. He knew he looked just as good as the other elite members that dined at the high class establishment. Money and power radiated off of him. Even with a doctor's salary he could easily rub elbows with some of the city's finest.

The line of cars waiting to be parked were top luxury brands and some of the most expensive exotic sports cars that could only be imported from overseas. The entire scene looked like a night at the Oscars. He knew Nia would be impressed with his choice for their first date.

Adrian paid the valet a big tip before the guy climbed in his car and pulled off. He then made his way inside of the extravagantly decorated restaurant. He was immediately greeted by the hostess.

"Good evening sir. What is the name of your reservation?"

"It's under Wells."

The sexy Albanian woman quickly looked over the list and smiled when she found his name. "Please follow me sir. Your guest has already arrived."

Adrian raised an eyebrow. He was shocked that Nia had even beat him there. "She is?"

"Yes, she arrived about ten minutes ago." The woman said over her shoulder.

When they got to the table Nia wasn't there. He looked around the restaurant but didn't see her. He frowned. "I thought you said she was here?"

"She may have went to the ladies room. If I see her I will let her know of your arrival. Your waiter will be right over. Enjoy your meal!" The woman nodded and walked off.

"Thank you." Adrian told her as he went to sit down but froze when he saw Nia walking towards him. His mouth dropped open. The woman was gorgeous and the outfit he picked out for her fit her body perfectly.

Nia was impressed by Dr. Wells appearance as well. She had only seen him dressed in hospital scrubs and white lab coats up until that point. The man cleaned up well and she remembered why she was attracted to him in the first place. He was fine as hell and so damn charming.

She almost didn't show up but the doctor had left her a trail of bread crumbs to follow before they met up that evening. He texted her to go to the Marriott. It was a five star hotel that over looked the bay. She had heard of how nice and luxurious it was to stay there. Once she arrived he sent her a text to go to room 1634 on the 16th floor. It was a presidential suite on the top floor. She caught the elevator up to the room and to her surprise it was already a key card sticking out of the lock. She reluctantly opened the door and gasp when she saw what was inside. It was a trail of rose petals that led through the suite over to the King size bed. The room was filled with over fifty vases of red roses. It looked like she had just walked into a rose garden. Red heart shaped balloons that said I love you floated along the ceiling and the dozens of lit candles on the night stands made the room glow.

Nia covered her mouth when she saw the rose petals placed in a big heart shape on the bed. In the middle of the heart was a rectangle box that had Fendi in bold letters engraved across the top. Next to the box was a envelope with her name on it. She picked it up and opened the red card inside.

"I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL I SEE YOU TONIGHT BABY. I GOT YOU A LITTLE SOMETHING TO WEAR FOR THE OCCASION. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! LOVE ADRIAN. . . .

She smiled and opened the box. Inside was a black and silver floral printed Fendi two piece dress and a pair of matching heels. She knew the outfit costed him a fortune. "Oh my God this is just too much!" She smiled as she looked around the room. The man had went over the top to impress her. Nia was now second guessing herself about breaking off their affair. Adrian was everything she wanted in a man. It was just so hard to let all of that go.

After she contemplated back and forth with herself she finally decided to get dressed and go meet him. She had to admit his taste in women fashion was impeccable.

She was happy Adrian had made things so easy for her. Everything she needed was already in the hotel room. Nia never had to go home and risk bumping into her husband. She made up a lie that she was working late and left it at that.

Nia had arrived to the restaurant thirty minutes early. She wanted to beat Adrian there just in case she had second thoughts and could leave before he even arrived. Of course she went against her better judgement and was now standing only several feet away from the man that was stealing her heart.

A big smile crossed his handsome face as his blue eyes traced her body in amazement. "You look wonderful." He told her.

Nia blushed as she walked up to him. "You're not so bad yourself."

He pulled her into a hug and she melted in his arms. The man smelled good as hell. She almost didn't want to let him go when he pulled away.

"Please sit!" He pulled a chair out for her.

She sat down and he sat across from her. Nia couldn't get over how sexy the man was outside of his work uniform. He was cleaned cut and kept his hair cut low to his scalp. He was fair skinned with thin perfectly shaped pink lips, sharp features and a set of light blue eyes that made her panties wet everytime he stared at her. It was funny that he had some of the same features that had attracted her to her husband.

"I see you came." He smirked over at her.

"Well be lucky I did!" She shot back. "That shit back at the hotel was little much don't you think?"

"It ain't never too much when it comes to you." He told her.

Nia couldn't help but smile. The man made it hard for her to keep up her tough girl act. She couldn't push him away even if she tried. . . .

Eric and Kate didn't realize how much time had passed as they sat and chatted in the back of the cafe.

The place closed at 9 pm and it was a quarter til.

"I can't believe we sat here this long." Kate smiled across the table at him.

"Right, time really flew by." He checked the time on his Rolex watch. He wasn't really in no rush to go home. He knew his wife wouldn't be there anyway. "How about we go check out Starlite. I could use a beer or two." He suggested to her.

She checked the time displayed across her cell phone. She knew she should be getting home. Even though her husband was hardly ever there at a decent time she still respected him and tried to be home before it got too late.

"No, sorry. I should be getting home."

"Hey, it's no big deal. Maybe we can take a rain check." He told her. Kate could tell he was disappointed.

She stood up and put on her coat.

"Thanks for dinner. It was nice." She told him.

Eric waved her off. "Hey, anytime! You're good company!"

She tried to hide her smile. He was good company as well. She was really starting to like spending time with him. "So are you." She told him.

He stood up and pushed his chair in. "Let's get out of here!" Their eyes met and Kate had to look away. She couldn't stand to look him in the eye for too long. It made her heart skip a beat and her body temperature rise. It was just something about Eric that drew her into him.

Without a word they both headed for the exit. Once again Eric placed his hand on her lower back and held the door open for her. "Where did you park?" He asked.

"In the parking ramp."

"It's dark out here. I'll take you to your car." Eric told her.

"No it's ok."

"Just come on. It's no problem, really!"

"Are you sure?"

He smiled over at her. "Yeah, it can get pretty dangerous around here at night."

While Eric cleared out his passenger seat for her, Kate decided to give her husband a call to let him know that she would be home soon. Of course it went straight to voicemail. She shook her head. The man might as well not even had a cell phone. Everytime she called it would either ring and no one answered or went straight to the voicemail.

Eric looked up and saw that she was visibly upset. "You ok?" He asked in concern.

She shook away her thoughts and smiled at him. "Yeah, I'm good."

"Well let's get you to your car!" He held the door open for her.

Kate suddenly got an idea. Maybe she could use a drink too. Wasn't no point of going home to an empty house. "Change of plans. Maybe I'll ride with you to the bar after all."

His face lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah, you drive!" She winked at him as she climbed into the passenger seat.

Eric was ecstatic. "Cool!" He ran around to the driver side and they headed towards the bar.

Kate sat in the passenger seat looking out the window. Her mind was on her husband and what he could possibly be up to for him not to answer his phone. The feeling in the pit of her stomach told her that it wasn't anything good.

Eric glanced over at her. "You haven't said a word since we left the cafe. You sure everything is ok?"

Kate let out a heavy sigh before she looked over at him. "Do you find me attractive?" She suddenly asked.

Her question caught him off guard. He found the woman very attractive but he wasn't trying to look at her in that way. "Uh, yeah. You're a beautiful woman." He told her. "Why you ask that?"

She looked back out the window as tears filled her eyes. "I remember when my husband felt that way once." She let out a snicker. "Now I'm not so sure. I mean how can you cheat on the woman you asked to spend the rest of your life with? Can you make that make sense?" She looked over at Eric as a single tear ran down her cheek. "I don't know how much more I can take. I cook, clean, wash his clothes, run his bath water! Hell I even suck his cock whenever he wants it but seems like he haven't even been wanting that lately."

Eric almost choked. Her blunt statement had caught him off guard. He didn't know what to say. All he knew is that he felt her pain. His own wife had been pushing him away as well.

He suddenly reached over and squeezed her hand to let her know she wasn't alone.

"Don't beat yourself up for being a good wife." He told her softly.

His touch instantly made Kate relax. She looked over at him and smiled. "Thank you."

"Don't ever let anyone make you feel like your not good enough."

She nodded. "I needed to hear that."

"After we toss back a few beers this conversation will be added to the tons of other shit that needs to be forgotten. We're not going to let anything else ruin our night." He smirked over at her. "Now cheer up!"

She laughed at him and interlaced her fingers with his. She could feel the sparks flying between them as they held hands. Eric could feel the sparks too but he didn't let her hand go until they made it to the bar.

The both of them knew what was brewing under the surface but neither of them wanted to acknowledge it. It all felt too good to face the reality that they were entertaining someone else's spouse. Eric and Kate felt they could never cheat on the one they loved. But sometimes cheating was a very thin line that could easily be crossed in the right circumstances. . . .

Back at the restaurant Nia was just finishing up her meal. She had lobster tails and steak with a side of mixed vegetables and a baked potato. She was stuffed and ready to go. It was late and she was tired.

Adrian could sense her urgency.

"Woman relax! The night is young!" He told her as he turned up his wine glass and took a long sip.

It was well after ten at night. She was supposed to be home hours ago and she didn't need her husband questioning her whereabouts.

"Look, I can't keep lying to my husband like this!"

He shrugged at her and belched loudly like he wasn't sitting in a fine establishment. "That was your choice to lie to him, not mine! I don't have to lie I just do what the fuck I want!"

Nia frowned at him. "Well unfortunately Adrian everyone doesn't have control of their situation like you!"

"Well looks like you need to get control of it, quick! I didn't pay for all of this for you to just up and leave." He narrowed his blue eyes at her.

Nia was taken aback by his remark.

"Look nigga, I didn't ask you for any of this. That was your choice to be on that extra shit! I told you this situation needed to stop anyway."

He suddenly grew angry and put his foot around the leg of her chair and used it to jerk her chair closer to him. She gasp when her stomach slammed into the edge of the table. He leaned forward and glared into her eyes.

"You need to stop tripping Nia?" He said through gritted teeth. "You want this shit just as much as I do! You know your ass can't get enough of this big dick so stop fronting like you don't know what the fuck this is!" He hissed.

Her eyes got big, she had never seen him act like that. "You got me fucked up!" She snapped at him. "I'm leaving?" She tried to get up but he had her pinned in the chair against the table. "Adrian stop!" She whispered over the table to him. The man was starting to scare her.

A devious smile suddenly crossed his face as he put his hand under the table cloth. Nia jumped when she felt his hand going up her inner thigh.

"Adrian what are you doing?" She tried to close her legs tight but the man used his other leg and forced them open. "Stop!" She told him.

He ignored her plea as his fingers tickled the crotch of her lace thongs. He watched in astonishment as she tried to squirm free. His eyes flashed with excitement watching her expression change from anger to pure pleasure. He found his way through the thin fabric and forced his middle finger into her juicy hot vagina. He could feel his manhood start to rise while he teased her most sensitive spot.

Nia hated that the man had so much control over her body. She couldn't stay mad at him. The doctor knew exactly where to touch her to get her to submit to him. She bit her bottom lip as he pressed against her g-spot with his finger and tickled her clitoris with his thumb simultaneously. She was going to cum right in the restaurant in front of all of them people if he didn't stop.

Adrian watched her chocolate skin turn a dark hue of red and start to shimmer from her sweat. He loved watching the woman react to him. She fed his ego every time he made her reach an orgasm.

"Baby please stop." She whimpered. "Please."

"Are you going to start following my instruction?" He asked her softly.

"Yes." She moaned.

"When I call you are you going to jump when I say jump?"

"Yes baby, just please stop or I'm going to mess up this dress!" She whispered trying not to moan too loudly. "You're about to make me cum." She leaned her head back on the seat "Please stop. I can't do that here!"

Adrian's smile grew wider as he took her right to the edge and suddenly removed his hand.

Nia's body went limp in the chair. She was so close to releasing and was pissed that she couldn't finish. Her body and kitty was tingling and at the brink of ecstasy. She looked across the table at him with lust in her eyes. She watched the man suck her juices from his fingers. Adrian was a freak and she loved it.

"You better take me back to that room, now!" She told him.

He smirked over at her. "I thought you'd never ask." He pulled out his wallet to pay for their dinner.

Nia was horny and wanted Adrian to finish what he started. She stood from the table and excused herself to the ladies room. She needed to freshen up before they left.

When they got back to the hotel Adrian was already ripping the dress off of Nia's body. He picked her up and sat her on the sink in the bathroom.

He kissed her passionately and pressed his big throbbing penis against her clitoris. He teased her with the head before he finally entered inside of her.

Nia gasped as he stretched out her canal. Her moans of pleasure filled the bathroom as he pounded into her. He gripped her round booty and forced himself deeper. He could feel his tip hitting her cervix which almost made him cum prematurely. He had to try his best to not release before he pleased his woman.

"Fuck, your shit is so good!" He told her as he nibbled on her earlobe. "You gonna make me leave that bitch!"

His words made her pussy wetter. Nia wanted him to leave his wife for her. She wanted the man all to herself.

Adrian pulled out of her. He wanted their time together to last all night long. He wasn't trying to cum yet. He pulled off the rest of his clothing and carried Nia into the shower. He turned on the warm water and pressed her body against the glass. He lifted her legs around his waist and slid her onto his shaft. Their love making quickly steamed up the entire bathroom.

Adrian took Nia's mind, body and soul to places it had never been before. When she was intertwined in his web she forgot about everything even having a husband. She forgot all about time and the consequences she would have to face. All she could think about was how good he made her body feel. They stayed making love under the warm water until Adrian nutted inside of her. Nia knew the risk of unprotect sex but when she was with him she didn't care.

He turned off the water and took her hand. He guided her over to the bed of roses and laid her nude perfectly proportioned body on top of them. He wanted to kiss and tease every part of her. He started at her pedicured toes as he sucked each one into his mouth. Then he kissed up her foot and lifted her leg and began to work his way up to her body.

Nia arched her back as he kissed up her pelvis, across her toned belly up to her hard nipples. He sucked each one between his teeth sending shock waves to her groin. He began to kiss his way down her abdomen to her shave kitty.

"Ouu shit?" She cried out in pleasure as his tongue flicked against her clitoris. The man went to work putting his entire face deep into her goodies. He used his lips and tongue to make love to her most sensitive spots.

When he felt her trying to pull away he gripped her hips and used his strong arms to keep her legs open to him. Adrian didn't stop until he sucked the soul right from her body. He knew the people in the next room heard her screams as he made her climax.

Nia's body couldn't take anymore. She was still full from their wonderful dinner together and now the man had fucked her senseless. She was exhausted so it wasn't no surprise that she rolled over and instantly drifted off to sleep.

Adrian smiled down at her. He knew he was the best at what he did. Fucking the sexy ass woman fed his ego. It was like an addiction to him. It was no way he would ever let her go.

He yawned and stretched his back. Adrian was tired himself after putting in so much work. He laid down next to her and pulled her petite body into his. He cradled her from behind until he soon fell into a deep sleep. . . .

[fuwushiguro]

Be Mine, Oh Be My Art

part two (coming soon hehe)

Zeke x f!Reader

Genre: Smut

notes: thank u @twicesbrat​ for beta reading 🥺 I’d also like to thank @onyxoverride​ and @yeagerslut​ for motivating me to write Zeke bc I was very very nervous!! and thank you @aizawa-horny-brigade​ for the fic idea! I hope u all like it 💕

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, pseudocest, impact play?? (to be safe), slapping, pussy slapping, spanking, snowballing?? (I think), cream pie, choking, degradation, cheating, oral sex, vaginal sex,

Words: 4k

Your un-official brother-in-law had never seen you without a designer label on your body. Fendi, Chanel, Louis Vuitton – the list was endless. Everything you wore was outrageous to him, too. Miniskirts, bodycon dresses or trousers that made your behind look deliciously plump. He hates women like you, women who know they’re sexy. Who know they can control men with the precious treasure between their legs. But Zeke could forgive that, he could forgive it all, except it doesn’t end there. Because you have his little brother wrapped around your dainty pinkie finger. And you treat him like shit. You wander into their shared office of the building they own with those lecherous little outfits of yours, and it’s always a guessing game what you’ll do with each visit. Will you sit on Eren’s desk and bat your fake strip lashes at him? Or will you lean over him, demanding money. Do you even know that when you wear those pathetically short mini skirts and bend over Eren’s desk, Zeke can see the outline of your pussy through your slutty underwear? Zeke is thankful, though, that he doesn’t see you often; he usually doesn’t spend too much time in the office, instead scattered around the city for different meetings and work trips. He even lives in a different town so he can have peace from his fucked up family.

So why?

God, why?

Why did Eren ask if the pair of you could stay with him for a few days?

A few days, he had said, until the leak at your apartment is fixed. But when he actually turned up to Zeke’s lavish penthouse it was like you were both packed and ready to stay the entire month.

“Two weeks, max.” Eren assured him.

But all Zeke could offer in return was a scoff as he lit up a cigarette with shaking hands. His brother, he could handle; it wouldn’t have been any trouble. But you, why the fuck did he have to bring you? Zeke had to excuse himself as the sound of your pathetically high heels clattered against his marble flooring. Your hips swayed as you pointed around, telling Eren where to take your luggage. Zeke fake gagged when he noticed the LV monogram on your suitcases and bags.

Must you, really?

His view of you was perfect through the wall to ceiling windows that connected the balcony and his main room. He wouldn’t call it ogling, per se, he was casting judgement, not admiring you. The man was tense, given that a glorified hussy was making waves in his sanctuary. You do understand that you’re a guest, right?

The scene unfolding before him is mesmerising. Are you already arguing with his baby brother? No, not arguing. Just running that big fucking mouth of yours. Eren is rolling his eyes, suddenly getting the balls to turn away from you and ignore you. Zeke flicks ash from the burning tobacco into an ashtray before taking another drag; anticipating what is to follow this small act of defiance from his brother. He sees your lips move, not angrily, not sadly. The way your pretty lips are moving is almost erotic, and Zeke is squinting to examine you clearly, pushing his glasses that have dropped closer to the bridge of his nose. You’re pouting, are you whispering in hushed delicious tones? Licking your lips, offering a little smile too. It’s all so lewd, Zeke almost feels like a voyeur. And Eren had turned on his heel to watch the way your full lips were moving too. What were you saying?

And then your hip sags, poking your sweet behind out more. Giving yourself more surface area to place your hand on your hip. It’s curious, you’re almost avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend. Are you establishing dominance? And then it all clicks into place when you hold your other hand out to Eren. Zeke is enthralled by the exchange. Do you know how powerful you are? You must know. You must. And Eren is staring for a few beats, a few slow painful beats. He’s almost willing you to look at him, but you don’t. You don’t give him the privilege of your stare. That is until…

And Zeke has had enough. What a pathetic pussy whipped prick of a brother he has. He stubs out his cigarette and stands to his feet, still watching the pair of you. Eren should be ashamed of himself, so desperate for a concubine like you to give him affection. He doesn’t miss the way Eren’s jaw clenches as you finally turn to face him, to stare almost lovingly into his eyes.

Did that make your dick a little wetter, dear brother? Zeke pondered as he imagined the gaze from you made his brother’s dick twitch. And he was right, Eren’s leaky tip became a nuisance as you gave him a loving stare into his emerald eyes. But it wasn’t loving, was it? Not for him. Because you don’t love Eren, not really. If Eren had any sense, any common sense, he’d see the truth. Because what he was looking at, when he thought he saw love behind your eyes, what he was really seeing… was dollar signs.

You kissed his cheek and went on your merry way. What delights would you buy with that wad of cash you demanded he place in your hand?

Zeke is a night owl. He stayed upright in his bed, lamp still switched on atop his nightstand as he read a book. He hoped his new temporary roommates wouldn’t be too much of a disturbance; but apparently even that was too much to ask.

His face was bare, glasses neatly tucked into their case, giving him the freedom to pinch the bridge of his nose to curb his frustration. All of your slutty dots were connecting together in Zeke’s mind. The pouting, the sultry lips, the graphic words you spoke. He didn’t hear, but now he knows what you were saying to Eren as he stared at you through the window. You promised him pussy, didn’t you?

Because now, while Zeke is trying to wind down for bed and enjoy his book in peace and quiet, he instead hears a creaking bed and slamming headboard down the hall. And you’re screaming.

Don’t you know how to please a woman, Eren?

Cries of ‘Oh fuck!!’ and ‘Yes, yes! Eren! Right there!” are echoing through the halls. Doesn’t he realise you’re faking it? And Zeke is enraged, his once peaceful home now disturbed by you both. His clean linens will be covered in your dalliance and his stupid brother’s sperm. His sleep schedule will be destroyed. But, worst of all, he just knows you’re faking it. And yet, even knowing you’re performing as a porn star, Zeke is as hard as a rock.

Maybe Eren isn’t so stupid.

Maybe he’s just paying for the pleasure of your cunt.

Zeke is up early for his breakfast, with his sleeping pattern disrupted he doesn’t have the energy to do anything strenuous. He settles for toast. Plain, warm, buttery toast. He suspects the pair of you are still in bed, he hopes his little brother doesn’t have a penchant for early morning delights. He’s a little confused when he sees you descend the staircase alone.

Cute. He thinks as he looks at your pink silky pyjamas. You even have a matching eye mask, currently resting on your forehead. He’s never seen you like this before, are you effortlessly glamorous and attractive? He thinks you may even look sweet, without that designer façade.

But you storm down the stairs, phone in your hand pressed into your ear. Zeke thinks if you moved that eye mask he might even see a pulsing vein in your forehead. He wonders if you actually have to be so damn loud.

“You just left Eren!” you yell.

Ah. So Eren has gone. He withholds a smile, at least happy he won’t have to hear you fuck again. Not until he gets back, at least. And you’re still bickering with your beau. Zeke tears his last slice of toast between his teeth. Even the simple joy of his morning meal has been thwarted by you.

“You didn’t even leave me any money, what the fuck do you want me to do all day?” you continue.

Zeke gets up, empty plate with lingering crumbs firmly in his hand. He puts the plug in the sink as well as the plate, turning on the tap to fill it with water.

“Do you expect me to hang around with your fucking brother all day in the apartment? Wire me some money NOW.” you spit.

The raised volume almost startles Zeke, but not quite. Even so, there’s no way he can live for two weeks like this. Have you even noticed he’s in the room with you? He was even nice enough to smile as you sat down in the chair opposite to him as he munched on his toast.

Enough. He thinks. He approaches you from behind, you’re too perplexed to react when he softly removes your phone from your hand. And your mouth is agape, wide enough to catch flies. He throws like a pitcher, overhand, and dunks your phone straight into the semi-full sink. You’re staring, staring hard as he manoeuvres around the kitchen back to the sink so he can shut off the tap. But he comes back to you, and you register what you’ve just seen, what he just did. So you jump to your feet, ready to cuss him out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you ask him. He yanks you towards him, picking you up effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing, and seating you on the edge of his dining table. He cages you in his arms and his face is awfully close to yours. You can see your frightened little reflection in his thin-rimmed glasses.

“You are in my house sweetheart. Where are your manners?” he ponders, a sarcastic expression developing on his face.

“Interesting way to treat your guests.” you snap. Your heart almost jumps out of your throat when you feel him slap you. Your hand finds your cheek for a moment, but you aren’t the type to take that lying down. You raise your palm to return the favour, but he’s too fast for you. He grabs your wrist, trapping it against the cold tabletop, and slapping you again. “Stop it Zeke!” you wail, and all he can do is grin.

“Bitch,” he spits, staring daggers into your eyes. “I heard you, y’know. Fucking my brother.” He tells you. It was silly of him to think you’d be embarrassed, you aren’t that type of girl, are you?

“And?” you respond plainly to his admission, uncaring. “Did you have a nice tug?” you smirk, it’s quickly wiped off your face as he slaps you again.

“Yes, sweetheart. But that’s besides the point,” he begins. If you aren’t ashamed why should he be? “But you were faking it. And I think that’s the problem with you.”

“Sicko. And I wasn’t faking anyth—” an enraged growl emits from your throat as he slaps you yet again. He’s not even allowing you to finish your sentences anymore.

“Don’t tell lies, I can tell. You’re a nasty little cunt because my brother doesn’t know how to use his dick right. Get undressed.” he expressed, pulling his plain shirt over his head.

You didn’t know he’d have a body like that, he looks like such a… nerd. But he has abs and his arms are…

“I’m not doing that.” you tell him boldly. He slaps you, and slaps you and slaps you again. But you persist. You don’t want to get undressed. But when you keep defying him, he takes matters into his own hands. His fingers hook into the waistband of your cute pink shorts. Despite your kicking and protesting, he manages to pull them off you. “Get off me, Zeke!” your command falling on deaf ears. His slapping has traversed from your face to your backside and thighs. But when your shorts are finally off, at the apex of your thighs lies his prize.

It’s helpless trying to keep your thighs closed; he opens them with ease to see your sex. You yelp as he slaps your pussy.

“All that slapping make you wet honey? Hm? Is that why you didn’t want to take your clothes off for me? ‘Cause you didn’t want me to see how wet you are f’me?” he questions, slapping your intimate area harshly again. It delights him how your whole body jolts.

“Stop it, now. You piece of shit.” you stand firm, he should have known you wouldn’t submit so easily. But he makes you jolt again, another sopping wet slap on your cunt.

“Answer me, bitch.”

“What is Eren going to think when I tell him?” you hope the mention of narking on him to his brother will scare him enough to back off. He isn’t deterred, and when he slaps your pulsing clit again you can’t help but yelp.

“I don’t care about Eren, still waiting on that answer.” he tells you. You groan, irritated that you seem to be getting nowhere with him.

“Maybe I’m still wet from fucking your brother last night, since he’s my boyfriend and all. And you should let me go before I tell him.” you attempt to threaten again, but your words do nothing to steer him. He bunches his fists in your silk top; tearing it apart so the buttons scatter all across the floor.

“Take it off,” he tells you. Just as you’re about to argue with him again, two thick calloused fingers delve into your little cunt. He uses his thumb on the opposite hand to rub soft circles into your pulsing clit. This alone feels better than anything Eren has done for you. You shudder, throwing your eye mask across the room and removing your shirt. And Zeke smiles, he’s got you. Hasn’t he? He’s really got you. “That’s what I fucking thought sweetheart.” he says snidely. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, wrapping his newly freed arm and hand around your thigh to keep you still. He almost laughs into your cunt when he hears you lean back, your head connecting to the table with a loud thump. If he looked at your pretty face would he see your eyes rolled into the back of your head?

“Fuck-! Zeke…” you keen, hips bucking against his face, his rough beard tickling your inner thighs. He ignores you instead opting to continue his ministrations. His fingers are curling inside of your walls, repeatedly hitting the dangerous spot inside of you that will be your undoing at any moment. “’m gonna cum. Zeke—” you whine, writhing around on the table like a dying animal. He already knew you were going to cum; he’s been with enough women to know how to send them to their peak. His fingers kept pounding and curling inside of you while his pointed tongue intricately worked your clit. When you finally orgasm, it’s no surprise to him. He doesn’t move, devouring your flesh like it’s his favourite meal. Lapping up the waves of slick creaming out of you. You’re so sensitive, aftershocks coursing through you as you try to recover.

“Aw, never had your cunt eaten so good before have you? Eren’s lucky he’s got a fat wallet.” he slaps your pussy again, and you scream incoherently. “I sympathize, I do. Of course you’ll act up when you aren’t being taken care of.” he tells you.

He shoves his slick coated fingers into your mouth, making you clean them for him. It’s so intimate, your sparkling eyes looking into his as you suck. He’s happy to see you put those pretty little lips to work. When you’ve finished, he rakes his hands through his hair, taking a moment to consider his next move. He doesn’t expect your nimble little fingers to find their way to the waistband of his joggers. You only want to say thank you, the best way you know how. Your heart skips when his palm connects with the side of your face yet again. You thought he’d be grateful.

“I don’t recall saying you can have my cock. Do you even deserve it? Hm? Does a money grabbing little bitch like you deserve my cock?” he queries, opting to change things up and slap your breasts instead.

“I just wanted to say thank you, Zeke.” you explain, becoming shy under his intimidating stare.

“Is that how you thank my little brother? With that slutty mouth of yours, or does he prefer your cunt?” he asks, face lowered so close to yours you can feel his breath dust across your cheeks. “Or do you like to alternate how you thank him?” he finishes.

“Y-Yes Zeke, eep—!" you cry as his palm connects with your sopping pussy once again.

“I asked three questions sweetheart. Can’t you speak anymore? Did my fingers make you stupider than you already are?” he spits, not sparing your trembling cunt any reprieve.

“I like to thank him with my mouth and my, my—” you trail off, feeling too uncomfortable to refer to your private area so brazenly.

“Aw, what’s this? You aren’t shy, are you?” he teases. Your eyes widen and you’re almost squealing as he grabs the entire mound of your heated sex in one hand. His teeth are gritted, and he’s laughing through them as he sees the sheer terror in your eyes. You’re kind of cute when you aren’t being a nasty little bitch, aren’t you? You’re much nicer when you’re his submissive pet. “Say it. Say you like to thank my brother with your mouth and your little pussy.”

“Zeke I don’t want—”

Another wet slap.

“I wasn’t asking honey. So go on, how do you like to thank my brother?” he asks again, but now you know it isn’t a requesting type of ask. He’s expecting an answer. He’s expecting you to say what he said back to him. You screw your eyes shut tightly, and he huffs out a little laugh when he sees a glob of spit bulge in your throat as you swallow harshly.

“I like to thank Eren with my mouth… and my… my little pussy.” you finally tell him, tears almost threatening to spill from your eyes. He pats your clit, making you jump. It’s a ‘well done’ from Zeke, in lieu of applause. A lewder act of one simply clapping their hands, and you can’t deny it feels nice.

“That wasn’t so hard was it sweetheart?” he tells you. You shake your head, still feeling incredibly embarrassed. You’ve never been embarrassed before, and even he is shocked someone who oozes sex appeal has been so easily humiliated by having to reference her genitalia. “I think I will give you a dose of my cock after all.” he muses.

He backs away, pulling the waistband down of his bottoms just enough to free his manhood. He likes to groom, his blonde pubic hairs are pretty and well kept. You probably should have noticed that would have been the case when you first noticed the trail leading from his abs to his privates. His cock was big, and very veiny. There was one prominent vein in particular that had you salivating. You wondered how nice it would feel inside of you. It had a beautiful curve that you were sure would hit some striking spots in your walls. The head was leaking pre, all you could think about was licking it. Rubbing it even. But you’ve learnt better than to do anything without being ordered by Zeke. He took your hands, forcing you to place them around his throat.

“I want you to squeeze real tight for me,” he said. “Not right away, when I’m close.” he adds. You nod knowingly. It was hurting your cheeks to force away your smile. Did the brother’s know they had something so filthy in common?

He lines himself up with your entrance, taking his time to rut his cock in and out of your sticky cunt. Each thrust made you whine like a little bitch in heat, Zeke could pretend it annoyed him all he wanted, but you could feel his cock pulse inside of you. His thrusts became faster, and his breathing more shallow. Pretty blonde locks danced in front of his forehead. You’ve lost eye contact with him because his glasses have steamed up. Part of you wants to remove them, but you think better of it. Who knows what he’d do to you if you removed your hands from his neck? It’s okay at least, because his glasses begin to fall down his nose. He looks at you with carnal desire, you feel so small with him. You know you’re strong, you know your worth. But he is two steps ahead of you, and he knows how to wear you down. Even now, it seems like the cogs are turning in his mind, thinking of things to make you do. A way to make you continue submitting to him.

“Touch yourself.” he instructs, “Rub your clit for me.”

And you do; you do, because he said so. But it’s too much for both of you. You’re shuddering as you cum a second time. You let him fuck you through your high and wrap your hand around Zeke’s neck again so you have the power of both. And you’re squeezing, squeezing as tightly and safely as you can. Because you know he’s close, you know he’s going to cum any second; it’s scary how similar he is to his brother. The way he grunts during the build up to his climax, followed by high, needy, broken moans as his cock leaks into your velvety walls. Even without seeing it, you already know it’s thick and creamy, like Eren’s.

He spreads your legs open, watching his semen dribble out of your fluttering hole. You feel so naughty, so dirty and full. This was a new low; you know that you’re a money hungry whore, but you’ve never sunken so low as to fuck a boyfriend’s brother before. You don’t move as he eyes you hungrily. You ignore him, brushing him off as the type of guy to simply get off from seeing a hole stuffed with his seed. But a scream is ripped from your lungs when he slurps at your cunt. He brings his face to your level, aggressively pulling your jaw downwards, forcing your mouth open. When his mouth finds yours, you realise what he’s done. He’s deposited the sperm from your cunt into your mouth. It’s so disgusting, but while he’s kissing you he slips a finger into you yet again. It’s so vile, so perverse, but it’s turning you on. You even think you might cum again, it’s just so messy and debauched. When he pulls away your lips and tongue have speckles of white, while his beard has traces of your juices and his own cum too. He asks if you’d like to cum again, and you nod eagerly. But you’re stupid, a stupid little girl. Because he removes his finger from your hole and slaps you across the face. It’s probably the harshest slap of the morning encounter.

“I’ve had enough fun with you today.” he declares, backing away from you to inspect your corrupted body. “What a messy little slut you are. Dirty whores don’t get to cum, get cleaned up. You look filthy, ‘m sick of looking at ya.” he hisses. So you get up, leaving the room to go upstairs and shower. He’s looking at you now and he thinks you look broken. He broke you.

When you’re out of sight, though, you’re smiling.

You hope Eren has to go out on work errands more often. Because, now, you’ve seen the light. You’re more than happy to spend time with his brother.

No cash needed for the pleasure of his cock.  

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HII LLIA (idk if i spelled it right lawl) but can i request niragi doing ur eyeliner and picking out ur fits for the day?? THIS HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS tysm :DD

🧥=Dress up & Makeup=💄[NIRAGI X FEM!READER] [Pre borderland AU]

AIB Masterlist

Characters: Niragi Suguru, Y/n.

Summary: Your Boyfriend Niragi decided to help you get ready for the day <3

Warning!: none

Genre: Fluff,Crack

Word count: none (too lazy :'V)

Tags: @theyluvmegan <3

Note: "IT'S ALRIGHT IF YOU SPELLED IT WRONG, BUT IT'S I-L-A, ALSO HOPE YOU ENJOY~!"

Enjoy~♡

Niragi woke up with the sound of drawers being opened and shutted. The sound of a Wardrobe being open and shutted as well as rustling.

He opens his eyes and looks at the other side of the bed to see you not there but standing in the middle of the room with a black over sized shirt and some white shorts, as you lift up two pieces of clothing that are still in there hangers "Which one..maybe this one? No- this!..nope not that one.." He heard you muttered as he got up from his bed and stood right behind you as he hugged you "What the heck are you doing..it's 6 in the morning.." "Niragi I have no time for this! Today I have a meeting and I don't know which clothes are formal or not!" You say as you wiggle away from his touch and put the two clothes away inside your wardrobe again.

Niragi sat on the edge of the bed looking at you, squinting his eyes "Maybe I can help you?" He asked you paised on what you were doing "Are you sure?..like, do you know anything about formal attire?" You asked him tilting your head a bit "Oh please, when I was a kid I used to go to family dinner wearing something formal and being fancy and stuff" He says getting up and looking through your closet to find something that would fit you. You just stood there watching him choose things for you "Too sexy" He mutters putting it back "Too..cheerful" "Too tight" "Too emo" "Too black" You watch him pit your dresses and clothes back in and back out again as he chooses patiently, looking for the best outfit that say's 'formal meeting' "Perfect" You looked up to see him holding a light blue dress with long sleeves and a pattern of flowers on them. The dress ends to your knees-

(you know what? I'll just give you the image on what it looks like even thought it's a bit cringe of me to add a photo here -ila)

(There! It looks like that! But light blue..OKAY BACK TO THE STORY-)

"I didn't know I had that dress-" You said to your self as you stood up and grabbed it from his hands and went in the bathroom to change. After that you walked back out admiring yourself on the mirror "You look beautiful love" He says as he hugs you from behind, putting his head on your shoulder, grazing he lips against your neck "Thank you..NOW I MUST GO! Oh I forgot that I have to bring you with me too!" You said, as you got out of his touch and sat on the chair that was in front of the mirror and desk "Welp, okay I'll be ready in a sec..where is this meeting anyway?" "It's at Fendi's Cafe! The most popular brand of bags!" You said as you put on some lipstick/lip gloss "Okay" He says and got into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

You put on some heels and a necklace-let'sbe honest that you hate and love heels at the same time- but it's okay since you di have to attend a formal meeting at a fancam restaurant!. You got out of the bedroom to the living room waiting for Niragi to finish.

He got down wearing a suit "Good now lets go! We have to go!-" "Okay okay! Just calm down!, lemme just" He goes in front of you and kisses the tip of your nose "Okay i'm done now"

(I'm sorry that this is short! My mind is empty right now HELP! -)

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gods & monsters: three

series masterlist | pairing: satoru gojo x fem!reader

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series summary. you’ve been a high-end escort for ten months and are already one of the best. you follow the strict rules of your agency and have had fun ruining a few men within those limits. Gojo Satoru is your newest and highest paying client, but he’s fickle and unpredictable. all you want is to do your job, survive, indulge in luxuries, and maybe plan some revenge.

summary. no matter how good you try to be for your client, he insists on being difficult and selfish. satoru gojo’s only saving grace is his money.

tags. drug usage, alcohol mention, suggestive sexual content, attempt at manipulation, vague slut shaming (at you being a sex worker), gojo is lowkey an asshole

notes. word count 5.8k+

song rec. novacane / frank ocean 

When Gojo came to pick you up, you were met with a different car from before. Instead of the black Lexus that Ijichi had driven, a black Porsche was waiting for you in front of the agency building. It looked like a brand new model, and you really shouldn’t have expected anything less from your client.

This time, it was Gojo who was in the driver's seat. The roof on the convertible was pulled back, giving you a clear look of your stupidly handsome client giving you a friendly wave as you opened the passenger door. You’d think that a man born out of a family with generational wealth would have enough manners to open the door for you.

Or do something—anything—other than texting ‘here :3’ to announce his arrival.

Adding to that, all he told you was that he wanted you to accompany him to a private screening afterparty from an old highschool classmate. An up and coming director who recently had a successful debut at an indie festival that was held in Europe. Gojo had said they weren’t that close, and almost everyone attending was barely an acquaintance to him. But, the director's family has worked with Rikugan for several years, so he’s attending out of obligation more so than anything else. A dutiful son maintaining business relationships.

He mentioned this all to you, but didn’t bother informing you what the dress code would be, or if there even was one. Yet you’ve learned to be prepared for being unprepared, thanks to Utahime. So your safest option was a Fendi mini dress, bought with the money you made on your first night with Gojo.

As you sat down, your client leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek. Just a quick brush of his soft lips for a second. Before you could react to the suddenness of it, he gently tucked your hair behind your ear and gave your earlobe a playful flick.

“You look hot, babe,” he complimented, still close to you. You couldn’t help but think that his voice being so low and sultry was really hot. His voice is nice overall, smooth and always sounds a little cocky. You have bad taste, clearly. “But the roof being down is probably gonna ruin your hair, huh?”

You hadn’t even considered that. It would, and the sweet smell from the product in your hair would dissipate as well. It was nice of him to think of that, honestly. You nodded, ready to play up how thoughtful he was.

Gojo nodded along with a sympathetic pout before putting the car in drive. “Yeah, that sucks.” he laughed, proceeding to drive off anyway. Not bothering to put the roof back up! Your hair flapped in the wind at the sudden speed, sticking to your lipgloss. You definitely needed a mirror check before leaving the car. Gojo snickered like a mean bitch at you.

You almost forgot who you were dealing with. Asshole.

It was no longer a coincidence, Gojo clearly enjoyed pushing your buttons, just as he had with Utahime. Too bad for him, you wouldn’t give him the reactions he was trying to pull out of you. Your job has forced you to will yourself the patience of a saint, to weaponize it into money.

In lieu of saying sorry, Gojo cooed playfully as he pinched your cheek with a little shake before turning back to the road. You glanced at the GPS on the screen, it looked like you’d be going to the outskirts of Tokyo.

Once your irritation at him ebbed, you put on your work smile and spoke in a sweet and sultry voice. The combination that makes men (who pay for your time) think they truly have all your care, attraction, and attention. You asked him how he’s been, what he’s been doing, and after a closer look at the light bags under his eyes, if he’s feeling okay.

He’s easy to make conversation with and was engaging while answering most of your questions: He’s been in and out of the country the past month (France and Germany, he found Germany more fun), he’s been crashing at his cousins place since he’s too busy to even order groceries, and he’s rewatching Digimon for the 7th time.

When you asked if he’s feeling okay, he let out that little surprised hum. The same one back in the car on your last call, the one that’s taken aback you bothered to ask about his well-being. You only asked because it was your jobto pretend you care, and he legitimately looked tired. It’s the bare minimum to check up on him like this, but it seems to throw him off guard.

After a pause and a glance at you looking at him in (fake) concern, he gave you an easy grin and brushed it off with a joke. You laughed and went along, giving him a reminder to take care of himself and rest. He surprised you by reaching over to hold your hand as he drove. While you ruminated on your observations, you absently gave him a comforting squeeze.

So, it’s apparently rare for him to have someone check up on how he’s feeling, and he feels the need to wave it off. When it clearly affects him. Like being doted on emotionally is uncommon for him, but he’s unsure of how to react to it when it finally happens. Does he even realize he does that? Who knows. And there it was! An opening to exploit.

Filing that away for later, you went back to your job. Be present and pretty; you’re essentially an outlet for your clients. A way for them to unwind and indulge in a fantasy. You ignored how dehumanizing that felt, how you felt like you lost a grip on your real self with every call you took.

Debt, bills, and fees loomed over your head enough to ignore the bad parts of being an escort.

The quiet drive was greatly appreciated. Something that you enjoyed about Gojo was that you could share comfortable silence. There weren’t many clients you had this with, and it was tiring to be entertaining the entire time. You knew it was currently due to your client being fatigued and lost in his thoughts, but you still appreciated it.

It felt more natural to you to have little conversations in between lapses of silence. And everything was going well for a while until Gojo decided to turn on his music. You were taking in the sights of Tokyo at night breezing past you, hand in hand, until something started playing. Your eyes quickly glanced at the screen displaying the music below the maps.

Last Summer Whisper by Anri.

That name rang no bells but this is…this is…Satoru Gojo was listening to...

“Are you fifty years old?” you blurted, louder than you’ve spoken to your client so far. New Music! The music that the older homeless people in Nishinari played religiously on their little radios during the day when they gathered to talk or sell. It was oddly nostalgic, but still!

Gojo sputtered in surprise at your outburst. He either didn’t expect this from his mild mannered escort or he was ready to defend listening to New Music. Like a petulant child, he pulled his hand away from yours.

“Wh—my handler listened to this all the time when I was little!” he defended. He pouted at you in between checking the road, ready to fight for this with his life. “You can’t tell me this isn’t good!”

“I guess I don’t mind it when the old lady at the convenience store plays this,” you said in between laughs. “Oh! There’s this senior walking club that always plays Takeuchi at Miyashita Park if you wanna join…” you trailed off playfully, maybe almost bullying him. His affronted scoff confirmed he felt bullied.

Your brief break in character suddenly hit you. Maybe you fucked up by making fun of your clients music choice, but the reaction just came out of you. Gojo looked like someone who’s been faithfully listening to AKFG since he was in highschool, or followed western music. Not 80’s pop music that only middle aged people listen to.

“Hey! Not my fault you don’t have taste!” Gojo huffed, before pinching your cheek again. “Now I'm gonna play it even louder, angel.”

You looked at him and were relieved to see him smiling as he looked ahead at the road. He took it playfully and in good humor. It showed you that his confidence wasn’t an act, and he was genuinely secure in himself enough to let you make fun of him. You knew few people like this. Yuki is one of those people. Toji was too.

Letting out a genuine laugh, you relaxed in your seat and placatingly kissed Gojo’s cheek.

You’ve never been to a party at a mansion that looked like an actual party and not a stiff business dinner. Everyone was young and dressed in designer clothes, and had a sense of personal street style along with it. Much more relaxed than the older elites. Except for the NDA you had to sign at the gate stating you won’t discuss what goes on or take photos/videos of others.

Upon entering the spacious foyer littered with people meeting up, Gojo took your hand and led you to the large kitchen. The marble double island was almost completely covered with several bottles of alcohol. It looked like inventory night at the bar you worked at when you were nineteen. People either were sitting on the high stools, standing around talking, or taking shots.

When you walked towards the dining room, there was a girl in a tube top laying on the table while another girl did shots off her belly. Your gaze lingered at their lips, how they almost connected when the girl went in to take the lime off the other's mouth.

“We should do that,” Gojo murmured offhand in your ear, pulling your body close against his.

You failed to hold in a gasp when he suddenly nipped at your earlobe. The feeling of your thinly clothed front pressed against his firm chest clouded your thoughts briefly. You’re supposed to be aware of how you’re presenting yourself but shit, you’d like to continue where this was going.

Thankfully, Gojo was just being a flirt because he was able to pull away like nothing and continue on.

Unlike your first call with this client, he didn’t introduce you to anyone or bother formally greeting anyone. Despite him saying he was unfamiliar with the people here, most went out of their way to greet him. He gave a simple wave or finger salute while you just smiled. Then he’d scoff or roll his eyes if someone introduced themselves to you and you gave your escort name.

Gojo likes the charismatic and confident way you present yourself. How poised and attentive you are to his needs. Yet, he belittles you (and your profession) and still thinks you’d do something like give your real name? He’s so hard to predict. Because as quickly as he becomes annoyed at you being “uptight about the rules”, he lets it go and is friendly once again. It’s tiring.

He isn’t the only one reminding you that you’re unlike them. It’s clear to you that anyone here who sees you only sees you as a hired pretty face. A novelty to marvel at, but only from afar. Just as the upper class (especially old money) can sniff out someone who doesn’t belong, you can also establish who’s seeing you as a mere object for your client’s entertainment, and not an actual person. Which is most of your clients, and those around them.

They may not know that you grew up in the country’s biggest slum, but they may as well have. Actually, you wouldn’t even want to know how they’d treat you if it was branded on you that you were mainly raised in Nishinari.

After meeting Kenji, the director, you two made your way outside to a vacant L couch with a stone low table in front of it, and a matching stone fire pit farther away. After that long drive, which Gojo apparently limits due to his sensitive eyes, he slumped onto the couch with a loud sigh.

So, he’s a manspreader. Your eyes lingered on the way his thighs were spread wide, hating how annoyingly hot that was. So leisurely and arrogant in the way he takes up space for himself. Menace.

Resting your head on his shoulder, on his ridiculously soft cashmere sweater, you let Gojo tell you about being in Europe for the past month. You rested your hand by his knee while his arm was wrapped around you. The easy intimacy between you two was building, but you kept his record in mind. He hasn’t tested since before his last call with one of the girls.

If your clients wanted to have sex with an escort, they had to test for STIs the week of. It was recommended to do so weekly, like all the girls did, but clients weren’t diligent about it. Most did it because they wanted to fuck, but they all clearly hated it.

To them, it was an inconvenience to think about the safety of a sex worker. The most notorious patron was Naoya. He rarely came in to get tested, but you knew most of the girls have had sex with him. You’ve heard he offers more money under the table for it, meaning they get all the money without 50% going to the agency.

“If you’re uptight about drinking,” Gojo quipped suddenly, taking out a small bag. “I guess you wouldn’t wanna do a line with me?”

You hid your surprise well. “No. Sorry, baby.” you apologized. Your client had seemed too put together to do drugs. Although, cocaine did make sense for his tax bracket.

Taking the bag from him, you set up two lines for him on the low table with his heavy black credit card. The coke was extremely soft and would probably be smooth to take in. “This is all about you though. I want you to feel good. This okay?”

It seemed your client hadn’t expected you to set up his lines for him, if his brief surprise was anything to go by. Gojo gave you a pleased nod before going down to do his line, and then the other one. The fact that he used a slender gold snorter instead of a yen bill told you this was more than normal for him. Sniffing, he gave you a crazed grin before roughly pulling you onto his lap.

“Fuck! Feels amazing, angel,” Gojo laughed, nuzzling into your delicate neck. After a few minutes, he talked a mile a minute about anything and everything. Like how he has a secret Twitter account where he just starts fights and then logs off when the other person gets heated. He bounced his knee energetically, making you wrap your arms around his neck to keep you in place.  

Giggling, you played the part of his pretty eye candy, basking in the feel of his hands running up and down your body. Your PDA was a little too much, especially for the CFO and heir of a conglomerate. The NDA had never made more sense than now. Satoru Gojo being wrapped up in an escort, on coke, was a problem waiting to happen. Although you knew that a potential story could be easily paid off, you knew his company would rather avoid it.

“I’d rather be home right now, you know,” Gojo confessed suddenly with a sigh. “I could be playing Smash with Suguru or Haji. I hate doing this shit.” You had no idea who those people were.

Brushing his bangs away from his face, you kissed his forehead. You decided to test your theory. “Do you really mean that? People really seem to like having you around.”

“No one gives a fuck about me, not really.” he scoffed. Catching on to his growing sour mood, you kissed his temple. “Just my family name. Y’know, nepotism. I can’t be mad about it though.”

His words sounded odd. Like they were stuck together, maybe as if his mouth was dry? Probably had cottonmouth. He spent his initial high chatting away before his fatigue allowed his emotions to come out, too tired to reign them in.

His crystal blue eyes gazed up at you. Dazed. Vulnerable. Or maybe just drained.

“Gojo,” you murmured, rubbing on his arm soothingly. “You feeling okay, honey?”

“Whuh—I think so…?”

He was seeming more and more out of it. It wasn't your first time having a client doing harder drugs, but perhaps Gojo was more exhausted than he appeared. His fatigue most likely made his crash hit harder. All you could do is wait for his high to finish coming down.

That and take care of his dry mouth. If not you, who’d take care of him? Hopefully you get some extra money for this.

Cupping his face with a hand and pulling him to look into your eyes, you gave him a gentle smile. “Sweetheart, you need some water. Can I go get you some?” you asked, using a gentle tone that felt like pulling teeth.

Gojo cooed at you with a lazy nod. He seems to like pet names and little gestures that take care of him. Which made sense, if this guy really had a handler growing up. It gave you an explanation of certain things you’ve noticed about him.

Getting up off his lap, you were hastily pulled back down by your wrist so he could give you a peck on the lips. Another peck. And another. Consecutive little kisses in refusal to let you go. The cheekiness of the gesture told you he was starting to sober up.

When he finally let you go, you walked over to the bar set up by the pool and asked for some water. The bartender glanced behind you for a few seconds before turning back. “For Gojo Satoru?”

“Uh, yes?”

She handed you a tall glass bottle of sparkling water, instead of the water cups behind her. Um, okay. You couldn’t imagine having that kind of influence to make people want to please you over stupid things like water. Actually, you’re included in this. You’re aiming to please Gojo not only because you’re on the clock, but because you also want to be in his good graces in order to get more money out of him.

Water bottle in hand, you walked back to your earlier spot. Imagine your surprise when you came to find him deep in a physically intimate conversation with a gorgeous woman. Exhaustion and vulnerability gone, he’s back to being the heir of Rikugan.

The heir who had the attention of a gorgeous woman. Long lean toned legs, flawless skin, and long dark hair was the girl sitting beside Gojo. Her skin tight red silk dress hugged her athletic figure well. You knew he’s hot and rich enough to land beautiful women, but it was something else entirely to see.  

Oh. What are you supposed to do? This didn’t look casually friendly, far from it. You felt rude interrupting, but your client needed to rehydrate. When you went back to them, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Gojo introduced you to the girl, Aya, a high fashion model. He simply introduced you by name and nothing more. Thankfully not as his escort, but also not as his date. Was it in hopes of picking this girl up? Maybe.

You handed him the glass bottle, fingers brushing against his as he took it from you. It briefly occurred to you if Aya could tell that you were Gojo’s escort. Would she care?

As if remembering his dry mouth, Gojo almost finished the entire bottle in one gulp. “Thanks, Sayuri! You knew just what I needed,” he sighed gratefully. What a diligent escort you were, such a treat for him.

Sitting back down beside him, he instantly went back to talking to Aya. His entire body language was focused on her attention alone. Turned into her, as she was to him, with a hand on her knee. You sat off beside him internally freaking out.

What are you supposed to do now?! This has never happened to you. Your time was valuable and quite expensive at a normal rate, but Gojo was still paying much more! You’re used to your clients getting “use” out of you due to the money they’ve spent, but this client doesn’t think much of his spending.

He has no problem leaving you alone, just as he had last time when he left you with Sukuna, a supposed stranger to you. Only this time, he’s flirting with another girl while paying for you. Good for him but—

What does an escort even do in this situation? Your job is to remain beside him and be there for him, but you also want to give him privacy. Give them both privacy. Aren’t you basically a cockblock? You won’t fuck him, but Aya probably will. Gojo desperately needs some physical intimacy and a way to unwind.

While Gojo and Aya remained entangled amongst each other, you continued debating with yourself. Y/N, not Sayuri, would’ve gotten up and left them to their devices. A chance to let them continue where they’re headed and ensure Gojo gets laid. Right now though, you’re Sayuri. You can’t just leave your client, not until he dismisses you or something.

As you’re monologuing in your head, a man sits beside you. Turning to him, you’re met with a cute face. Nice cheekbones, sharp jawline, serious dark eyes, and a shy smile. He introduces himself as Haru, an apprentice to the cinematographer of the film. You introduce yourself back in surprise, not having expected to talk to someone while you’re with your client.

Haru is an easy distraction from your third wheel dilemma. You’ll let your client do his thing until he decides what to do with you, and talk with Haru in the meantime. As long as you’re paid for the entire time, you really don’t care that he’s neglected you right now. If anything, you welcome it. Getting paid to not entertain your client? Ideal!

He’s a little shy, but good company. You can’t help but find him cute, with how he nods at everything you say and how he’s asking you about your interests. You tell him your favorite artist, your favorite food, and what you’re currently watching. As he tells you about himself, you find yourself wishing your night ended with him. That you’re just a girl at a party talking to a cute guy and you get to go home.

“Hey so uh, I’ve been having a good time talking to you, Sayuri,” Haru stuttered out. He forced himself to continue. How adorable. “Can we keep talking? Can I give you my number?”

Oh no. Guilt overcame you at his sweet request, along with bitter anger. You couldn’t pursue this, even if you truly intended to. You wouldn’t want to be romantic with him, but you’d like to continue talking to him. If Gojo wasn’t in such close proximity you’d most likely break the rule for Haru.

Like a damn psychic, Gojo knocks his knee against yours, startling you. Shit, is he upset you’re talking to someone else? Turning to glance at him, you’re relieved to see that he hasn’t even noticed you. He was just taking his phone out to hand over to Aya, probably getting her number. Oh thank fuck.

You tried to sound as apologetic as possible. “I’m sorry, but no,” you grimaced, eyeing back to your client. Hoping he’d get what you were trying to say.  “I’m with someone.” You weren’t. Gojo was nothing to you, but for now he was supposed to be.  

Your heart would never belong to another. Not after Toji. That was an absolute for you, just as he was. But for now, on the clock, you had to pretend it did.

Haru, the sweetheart that he’s shown to be, nodded remorsefully, and got up to leave. It left a pang in your heart, but it had to be done. Even so, you knew you weren’t what he was looking for. Unbeknownst to you, Haru left his number on a napkin while you were turned away, and slipped by your purse. If only a nice guy like him was your reality. Instead of—

“Hey babe,” Gojo said, smiling at you. Aya was nowhere to be seen. Just your client, reaching for his water bottle. “Sorry about that. Was that guy bothering you?”

Before you could answer, Gojo chugged the last of his bottle. He did it too fast and accidentally spilled some on his shirt, causing you to raise your arms expectantly. He waved you off, and pulled out a spare napkin to wipe himself off, scrunching it and throwing it on the table when he was done.

You’d never know that he purposefully wiped himself off on the napkin Haru wrote his number on. Or that Haru had been watching as your client did this. Yet, what could he do? How could he win against Satoru Gojo?

“No, I’m okay,” you smiled, straightening out the collar of his black button up under his sweater. “Are you feeling better?”

Compared to before, Gojo did look better. He looked alert and back to his playful self, not showing a trace of the vulnerable high he just had. “Never felt better! C’mon, let’s go relax.” he smiled, standing up and reaching out for you.

Hand in hand, you walk back inside and throughout the house as you make your way upstairs. As you passed the kitchen one more time, you grabbed a lollipop from a glass bowl for your client, who seemed delighted at it.

You frowned when you two ended up in a large bedroom upstairs. It eases your nerves when Gojo leads you past the king sized bed and takes you to the large balcony. The sounds of the party aren’t as loud from this height and distance, more of a distant buzz. Besides some plants, all that’s in the balcony is a wide lounge couch, a low table, and a jacuzzi at the far end.

He practically pushes you to lean back against the arm of the couch, making you rest horizontally. He drapes his upper body on top of you, long arms coming to wrap around your waist. He turned his head sideways to rest his cheek against your collarbone, giving you no option but to rest your arms over his broad shoulders and back.

Taking his cue, you began to scratch at his scalp lightly with soft hums while he nuzzled against your neck. Your other hand rubbed over his shoulder blades comfortingly, guessing what type of physical contact this man was craving. His response proved you right, as he became putty in your hands. You two stayed like that for a while.

“You’re so good to me,” Gojo groaned, practically purring like a kitten at the feeling. He inhaled softly as he left little kisses and nips up and down your neck. “Smell so good too. So sweet…”

“Mhm, I wore this just for you,” you sighed, tilting your neck back to give him more access. “I thought you’d like it.”

And you did. Viktor&Rolf’s Flowerbomb was one of your sweetest perfumes, and you noticed your clients preference based on the desserts and pink wine.

Gojo’s hands wandered down to hold you at the small of your back, his large hands meeting to pull you into him. “Yeah? Just for me? Aren’t you a gem?” he cooed, pulling you into a kiss.

Maybe it was the privacy or the atmosphere, but you let out a soft moan into the kiss. A needy little thing, sighing at finally closing the distance with such an attractive man.

Gojo kissed you intentionally sloppy, and it was so arousing to you. His kisses were slow and sensual, but he groaned and bit at you. Vocal, unlike most clients (or men in general). He let drool run down your chins as you two tongued. You pulled harshly at his hair, causing him to whine and begin rutting against your bare thigh. It felt so dirty, but he clearly seemed to prefer it that way.

The way that he suddenly manhandled you onto his lap shouldn’t have been so hot, yet you whimpered like a needy whore. He was proving to be a little selfish and focused on his own pleasure, using your body however he wanted it for himself. There’s being objectified due to your occupation, rooted in misogyny and classism, but then there’s objectification in the sexy way.

He grabbed your hips and forced you to grind onto him, spreading your legs wider over him. Onto his cock, which was hard against your pussy, now that your mini dress rode up halfway past your ass. He felt thick and big on your lace underwear, surely he could feel how wet you were getting if the way he roughly grabbed the back of your thighs said anything.

“Fuck, baby—” Gojo muttered, pulling away from your kiss to watch how you rolled your hips. How you were grinding onto him, how into it you were getting. “Feels good, yeah? Wanna feel me in you?”

Your mind was clouding up the longer you remained in Gojo’s presence. You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the heir. His looks, confidence, and humor were enough to draw you in, to make you want him. There’s a difference between having sex for money with clients you settled for, and having sex just for a physical outlet. To sate your lust. It didn’t occur to you until then that it’s been a long time since you’ve done the latter.

Resting your hands on Gojo’s toned shoulders, you closed your eyes and went back to kiss him with a moan, wanting to nod frantically at his question so badly. It’s been a while since you wanted to get fucked. As embarrassing as it was, you felt how wet your pussy was for your client. How much you were dripping, ready to get stretched out on his big cock.

You pulled away from his lips reluctantly. “I want to, but we can’t—” you whimpered, a breath away from his full lips. They looked so pretty and filthy, bitten red and slick with spit just as yours probably were. “You haven’t gotten screened.”

Just like that, the steamy atmosphere you two had built dissipated into nothing.

“Are you serious?” Gojo asked with a wrinkled nose. He looked at you in distaste, as if you poured cold water over you both. Which you guess you just did, by doing your damn job. “I know I’m good, so what does it even matter? Who knows where you’ve been, yet I’m not asking.”

You bit your tongue, forcing your voice to sound professional. “I’m sorry, but those are the rules of the agency. I have to follow them.”

“Yeah, so you’ve said. Yet none of the other girls have,” Gojo scoffed, taking his hands off of you. “So you’re gonna be uptight about this too? I can get you another five hundred thousand if that’s what you want. Cash, so you get all of it.”

500,000 yen?! You now understood why the other girls gave in, if that’s what he was offering. You’d never blame them. Only that it had the consequences of making you look bad, when you were merely following the rules. Even so, that amount of money directly to you, without the cuts you had to give to the agency? As tempting as it was...

It was demeaning, actually. His tone was meant to put you down, to make youfeel bad and dependent on him. You could understand where he came from, maybe. Perhaps you let things go too far, and made him think you’d break a rule for him? Maybe your attraction to him clouded your mind too much.

“I’m really sorry, Gojo,” is all you could say. In the end, the client had all the power. He knew it, and you knew it. He was asking too much from you, but you were still the one to apologize.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

The walk back to the mansion driveway was quiet and uncomfortable. Your client didn’t hold your hand this time, but he also didn’t seem too upset, which was odd. Just put off.

Ignoring his tantrum, you walked behind him with your chin raised high. You had to remain confident and put together no matter what. No matter how shitty you felt. No matter how badly you wanted to just go home, smoke a cigarette, and burrow yourself in one of Toji’s old t-shirts and cry until you fell asleep.

When you got to the front of the mansion, the black Lexus from before was waiting for you. Ijichi was there, holding the backseat door open. Maybe Gojo didn’t feel good enough to drive? Maybe he was still feeling some of his high or fatigue?

Would he really leave his shiny black Porsche at this random house in the outskirts of Tokyo?

Before you could continue contemplating this, your client guided you into the car with a quick pat on the head. You were surprised when he shut the door behind you.

“Take her to Mei Mei’s agency, Ijichi,” you heard Gojo say behind the glass. “Don’t wait up on me, I’ll be at Shangri-La.”

Through the cars tinted windows, you openly looked out to see what the hell was going on. As Ijichi walked around to the driver's seat, you saw Aya patiently waiting off to the side, texting away at her phone.

It wasn’t until the driver turned the car on that you saw Gojo walking up to her, and giving her a kiss. The last thing you saw before the Lexus drove off the property was your client taking Aya to where his car was.

Ignoring Ijichi’s concerned glance back at you, you laughed in disbelief. Satoru Gojo was truly one of a kind. Unpredictable. Incredibly smart, if you had to admit. He secured himself a ticket to fuck no matter what. He had hit it off with Aya and kept her as an option while he pursued the possibility of fucking his escort. It was odd to you that he was irritated and put off, but let it go so easily.

Now it made sense. He was just irritated at the inconvenience, but his plans weren’t tampered at all. He had a body to warm his cock and bed for the night. He got what he wanted while making you feel like shit. You couldn’t do anything but laugh and be impressed. He still sent you extra money the following morning.

[hwrryscherry]

The one where Harry and Model Y/N go undercover in the internet

characters: HARRYxMODELY/N

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N go undercover on the internet with fake accounts on TikTok and Instagram for an interview for GQ magazine on a video pre Grammys.

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author's note: HI GUYS! This is a request that I received a while ago but only finished it now because of school and all that stuff that I've told y'all a million times. Anyway, I tried my best on this request cause I think I lost my way of writing a little lol but anyway, I hope you like it and I hope that for the ones who misses Harry and Model Y/N this can be a great gift. Love y'all and thank you for the constant support and love on them💜 Stay Safe and Always remember to tpwk and that you're so golden💜💜💜

It was about 3 pm when you and Harry naturally came into the studio set on the building of GQ magazine with tender smiles on your faces covered by masks as you greeted everybody in the room in which there wasn’t many people in it. Harry was dressed in one of the many Gucci shirts he owned, with freshly washed hair that made you smell his pleasant scent from inches away just because he was wearing your favoured one and you'd always recognize it. You also detected the many rings on his fingers, including the one that you had bought for him as a 27th birthday present and by god, he was so thrilled about the ring and had a big smile on his face all day so he felt like he wanted to use it every day. Oh and how good his birthday was. You weren't able to have a party, obviously, but you still managed to celebrate somehow. In the morning, you gave him his favorite breakfast and then he, Gemma and Anne stayed on a zoom call for about an hour. You bought some yellow balloons to put in the living room just to give that birthday vibe and during the night, you had no more than four friends in your LA house, all properly protected and saved. You just ordered a few pizzas and watched some of Harry's favorite movies. It was simple but with an incredible energy, receiving a tiny group around while doing something y'all liked was everything Harry wanted most, mainly because he would have to wake up early the next day to go to the set of "Don't Worry Darling." as they were about to finish filming.

But today was another day. In earlier Febraury, the GQ magazine team reached out to your businessmen with the proposal that you and Harry would record a video together answering questions about your relationship to be published before the Grammys and after you consider whether it would be the best thing to do or not because of the many reactions you could get from it, you both agreed to do it. You’d always try to consider every little possibility when it comes to your and Harry’s relationship as the media can be very mean and disrepecftul.

Instead of Harry, you had a black miniskirt, long sleeve white blouse and a small black blazer with your Fendi plaid boots, which was Harry's personal choice for today as you’ve told him that he could chose an outfit for you to wear. You two spent a few minutes in the makeup chair doing touch-ups on your hair and makeup right before you were both ready to shoot. You walked from the makeup table to the center of the studio where you could see the crew behind the cameras and the big white background with a table and two black chairs right in the center. The table had a computer upon it only. After sitting down and having the microphones popped at you, you looked up when you heard the directors asking if you were ready and when you nod and the count is over, the camera started recording.

   ‘‘Hi, I'm Harry Styles!'’ You greeted the camera with a big smile on your face, eliciting a laugh from Harry about your unexpected "joke.". Honestly, today was a good day for both of you where you were both in an extremely good mood. Unlike the other days where you were quarantined, you were emotionally untired and in the mood to film and have a small social interaction, which is rare.

   ‘’And I'm Y/N Y/L/N!'’ Harry said joining in the joke with you and then looking at you as he waited for you to say the rest of the introductory phrase but only realizing you were smiling at the camera without saying anything.   '’Y/N!'’  Harry called calmly causing you to turn your head to face him and realize he wanted you to continue instead of continuing himself.

   '’Oh sorry, I thought you were going to continue'’    You whispered conspiratorially to him before taking a deep breath and resting your hands on the table when you returned your gaze to the camera.   ‘’And we’re gonna go undercover on the internet today!!’’

   ‘’Yeah, I'm scared!'’  Harry said when opening the laptop that was over the table and turning it on. You sat back in your chair so that you could see the laptop screen clearly and smirked a little when you heard your boyfriend's words.

   ‘’Hm... Let's do TikTok!'’   Harry said after a few seconds in silence while thinking. Harry's words made you chuckle his words because you knew that Harry doesn't comprehend anything about TikTok and didn't have an account but you both would usually find yourselves in bed watching tiktoks for hours. '’Which username should we put in?'’, Harry asked without taking his eyes off the screen.

   ‘’You should be! I’ll expose all of your deepest secrets in this video'’   You said while raising your eyebrows in a playful way eliciting a laugh from Harry, one by the way, that he tried hard to sound a little desperate for people watching  '’Alright, what should we do first?’’

   ‘’Put ‘’simp4harry’’ !"  You said with a smirk on your lips as Harry let out a nasal laugh but put that username either way.

   ‘’Okay, but how did you think of that username so fast? I think it’s very creative'’  Harry asked as he finished creating the account.

   ‘’It's the username I put on everything!'’  You answered as you ran your right hand through your hair.

   ‘’Oh yes? So is this your Only Fans username?'’  Harry mockingly asked making you laugh and take your eyes off the screen and look at his face.

   ‘’No, I don't even have an account on Only Fans, for God's sake Styles'’. You answered as mockingly as he did, '’Why? You have one?'’  You asked calmly.

   ‘’No, I'm a one-woman man!'’ Harry said to cause you to smile convincingly.

   '’Can someone get me a bottle of water, please?'’ You asked gently for the people who were on the set and smiled thanking the person who brought you.

   ‘’Thank you!'’   You answered sounding a little bit shy, even though you’re a public person and listen to compliments quite often, you still don’t know how to react to them. You took a deep breath and raised your eyebrows before using your finger to point to the laptop screen as he opened your tiktok account,  ‘’I mean, I don’t even know why I’d be one of the best ones to follow since all I post on tiktok is unnecessary and stupid things that goes through my mind during the day.’’

   ‘’So inconvenient!'’  Harry whispered playfully. You two had this habit of being sassy to each other, and everyone around you was used to it. This craze started because the first time you guys hang out together in Shanghai, you just talked like you’ve known each other for years and not just five hours.

   '’I didn't drink water today, do you want me to be thirsty? I thought you loved me!'’   You used a dramatic tone when speaking before drinking a sip of water.

   ‘’I did!'’   Harry replied in a low tone finishing logging in the TikTok feed.

   ‘’What do you mean ''you did''?'’   You answered in a loud tone holding the laugh with Harry.

   ‘’Okay, focus on TikTok! Focus on TikTok!'’  Harry said with a laugh as you now brought his attention to the screen as well,  ‘’Hm, let's look at my girl's account!'’, Harry said as he typed your tiktok username in the search bar. You took a sip of the water in the bottle and put it on the table,  ‘’AND by the way, do you guys know that this woman over here was listed by The Cut as one of the best tiktokers to follow today? And I’m so proud’’

   ‘’Well, I love how you appreciate your talents, love!'’  Harry replied sarcastically with a smirk on his lips making you chuckle. He didn't like it very much when you belittled something you did, even if it was something that was really bad, he didn't like it. Not just with you though, but with all the people in the world. Harry doesn't like it when people don't recognize their worth.

   ‘’Ok, here’s the first one! I’ll be reacting to it!'’   Harry spoke in a playful tone while clicking on the video as he knew very well it was not a react video but to answer questions. Harry clicked on the first video, this time you were propped up with your face close to the camera with folded arms dubbed to the sound that was in the background. You then take the transparent glasses pulled over the beige in a matter of color that was in front of you on the table and put them under your eyes never failing to dub the song. Then you move away from the camera and can see you are wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. And then you take your Louis Vuitton Coussin PM silver bag and place it on your shoulder before the video ends   ‘’Alright, so on this video you don’t do anything else than mimicking to the song.’’

   ‘’No, but like, seriously!'’   You complemented. '’We’ll watch some of them, and you’ll see how silly they are!

   ‘’I know that’s why I said that it stupid!'’   You exclaimed as you crossed your arms on the table. ‘’Let’s see the comments'’   You, yourself clicked on the comments area with your hand before Harry did and observed as comments poped up.

   ‘’Ok so the user @username1 asked ‘’How does it feel being the coolest person ever’’, tell me Y/N, how does it feel like?'’  Harry asked with a smirk to you as he turned his head to encounter your face with raised eyebrows.

   ‘’Oh, it feels so nice!'’ You responded in a playful tone causing both of you to laugh at your conviction, even though you knew it was a teasing tone and not narcissistic  ‘’Everybody knows I’m like, the coolest person alive so...'’  You convincingly said running your hand through a few strands of your hair and then take a deep breath and put a lock of hair behind your ear.   ‘’No, I’m just kidding. I’m not cool everyday, honestly there are days that I’m the most annoying person ever so I definetely have my good and bad days.’’

   ‘’Oh and those annoying moments'’   Harry said in an ironic tone, letting out a dramatic sigh causing you to frown and slightly open your mouth as an offense while holding your laughter as you exclaimed a loud '' excuse me?’‘ as an answer. Harry returned his attention to the comments on the screen again and frowned and brought his face slightly closer to the screen to read   ‘’Okay so @username2 asked ‘’new trend: are you engaged?’’. No guys are not. We’ve never been engaged.’’

   ‘’I feel like we’ve been engaged since 2017!'’   You said sarcastically remembering all the rumors about engagement, babies and dating. Since the first time you has met there were rumors, thousands of them, all the time but you and Harry chose not to comment on them as it would just be a big waste of time.

   ‘’Exactly and we weren’t even dating in 2017!'’  Harry complemented by looking away from the camera at his nodded face. '’But anyway...’’   Harry said taking a deep breath  '’I love how random your tiktok actually is!’’

"I know! I am planning a whole video to film on Grammys day because I'm in love with my outfit and i’m so excited for it!" You said changing the subject but being excited about the idea. After the announcement of nominations and with all the excitement you felt for Harry, you agreed you would attend the Grammys together; it was something important because not only was he running for three awards but also because you never attended any events side by side, except at the 2019 Met Gala. Then the pressures would increase but Harry knew it would be so much easier if he had you there with him. Because whether or not he took the awards home, he knew you were there and he would be grateful for at least being nominated for sure.

"Wait, which outfit did you pick? " Harry asked as he left the tiktok site on the laptop and entered Instagram. Harry selected searched for the hashtag of both of your names as a ship name on the explorer, so it would be easier to find what both of you wanted. "You showed me three different outfits but didn’t told me which one you chose!"

"Oh, I choose the black Prada one!"  You answered calmly. Harry stopped using the laptop and turned his head quickly to face his face causing you to look surprised and confused at him due to your reaction. It was his favorite outfit from the three that you had shown to him. "What?I wanna look great before you win your first award and I start ugly crying."

"Oh my god, you’re probably more excited than me." Harry said turning his attention back to the laptop screen.

"Of course I am, I cannot wait to walk around telling people that my boyfriend is not only a three times grammy nominated but a grammy winner!" You answered as you grabbed the water bottle that you had previously asked and drinking a sip.

"Anyway, let’s see!" Harry said as he started searching through the hashtag posts, also drawing his attention to the same screen. You then see a post that catches your eye and points it so that Harry can click. The post was a picture of Harry on the Met Gala carpet with ‘’Harry pierced his own ear for the Met Gala with a needle’’ written on it. "Ok, that’s true! But, now ask me why I had to pierce my own ear?!"  He asked ironically, as if he were playing a trick on you, because he knew very well you had a mini argument that day since you refused to pierce his ear with the fricking needle.

"I told you I wouldn’t do it! Do you even have any idea of how dangerous that was?"  You replied right after rolling your eyes, but your tone of voice remained calm and you didn't get heated when you spoke. "You know you need to sterilize, right? And what if you had caught an infection? Do you really think I was going to do that? You're an adult. I can't stop you, but I wasn't going to pierce your ear."

"Hey, hey, hey!" He said causing you to stop talking and look at him. Harry raised his eyebrows and looked at you with a smirk before speaking. "The thing is: I really wanted to pierce my ear, and we wear finishing getting ready in New York. I asked Y/N if she had a needle. Neither her and Alessandro wanted to do it. Literally no one wanted to do it but I was very much decided so I did it myself and my ear is completely fine by the way" Harry said the last part making you roll your eyes again while looking at the camera and take a deep breath.

"Anyway..." You said as you dived back into the posts. In one of them you read someone saying in a comment that you and Harry would probably never fight. "Here, this one says ‘’I feel like they’re the type of couple that never fights and when they do, the fight lasts for 30 seconds’’".

"Absolutely untrue!" Harry said almost that immidiately while you nodded agreeing with him.

"Guys, every couple in the world argues. It’s natural, it’s not because we don’t have big arguments and talk shit about each other on the internet that we don’t have conflicts or understatement" You explained. You and Harry are really compatible, but you still have your moments and it’s important to recognize it. No relationship is perfect and disagreeing on things is absolutely understandable.

"Yeah, specially ‘cause we’re different people that come from different places and had different experiences. As long as the disagreements are not causing you serious mental and emotional harm is normal" Harry complemented your thought. It’s important to notice when a relationship is not making you feel good anymore. If your unhappy for any reason is important to leave and to search for help if needed. "See, if you could change anything in our relationship, what would it be?" Harry asked making you pay attention to his words and face as you thought attentively in silence for a few seconds.

"I think I would probably change the fact that we’re usually really far away from each other!" You said calmly while looking at him. "Like, you’re always travelling and so I am, so I feel like it can get hard sometimes because of that and I’d definitely would change that if I could do it without like, changing our whole careers and lives."

"Yeah, I’d probably change that as well!" Harry agreed nodding to you as he was thinking as well. "I’m very grateful for quarantine on that point because we could spend more time together without being so long apart from each other. Of course I wish it was on different situations but I’m grateful for that" Harry said and you could understand that completely. You and Harry had been dating since 2018 and had spend months apart from each other and only you both truly knew how hard it could get sometimes, specially when you had the whole world to judge both of you.

"I fully understand it! Sometimes I think about everyone who spent this past year alone, and I’m really grateful for having you with me...LIke, you’re my best friend, you know this" You said looking at Harry’s face. He had a growing tender smile on his face that was starting to make you nervous and emotional on the same time as you remembered the past year. You felt your eyes getting wet and let out a chuckle looking away from his gaze. "I’m getting emotional! It’s all about my cancer rising today!"

"Oh sure, it’s always zodiac’s fault!" Harry said laughing and then looking at the screen and the crew on the backstage while gesturing with his hands. "That’s probably one thing about Y/N that you guys don’t know. She fully believes on zodiac signs and those stuffs. Actually, there was one time when she told me that we couldn’t be together because our signs were incompatible."

"Okay but like, Harry is an Aquarius and I’m a Taurus. We are incompatible when it comes to zodiac signs!" You said between giggles as you tried justifying your point even though Harry knew you were joking when you said that to him. He didn’t know at the time though he was very much surprised and scared when you said it.

"But anyway, I’m glad that we spend this time together. It’s been weird and funny at the same time like the spaghetti day!" Harry said holding his giggles as he watched your eyes widen because you knew exactly what he was talking about.

"NO, we're not talking about this!" You talked fastly while laughing at the same time as Harry as you both remembered that one night in quarantine when a spaghetti night went completely wrong and he came on the kitchen to see you and a kitchen with spaghetti and tomato sauce all over the floor and the walls and how you cried to convince him to clean the whole kitchen alone and failed. "Ok, let's finish the video here before things are leaked!" You said giggling.

"Alright, this was very nice. Thank you GQ for having us and I hope we weren't the worst guests you've ever had!" Harry said joking even though you both knew that it was quite hard to be very open in the media specially about your relationship but you tried your hardest.

"Don't forget to watch Harry peform on Grammys on sunday!" You said.

[silverlightqueen]

Her 🦋

‘I could go up out to outer space with her, all I need is one more day with her.’

Phases - Hwang Hyunjin X Chase Atlantic

Rating: M (heavy angst and suggestive content)

Warnings: discussion of suicidal thoughts and severe depression, childhood trauma (absent father, daddy issues), discussion of sex, discussion and use of drugs, substance abuse/addiction and alcoholism, extremely toxic relationship, emotional manipulation and verbal abuse, fwb, sexting and sending nudes

Word Count: 4.6k+

a/n: and here is the second part of phases, my hhjxchaseatlantic series! please proceed with caution bc this fic is very heavy and touches on some very sensitive and serious topics. I really hope you guys enjoy this, lmk what you think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist! the biggest thank you to the loml @silverlightprincess for proofreading this and bigging it up so much lmao I love you sis! x

taglist 🦋: @diue​ @shesfuckedinthehead​ @danyxthirstae01​ @linours​ @titleisyettobemade​ @jikooksgirl19​ @silverlightprincess​

A loud ping from Hyunjin’s phone resonates in the hazy room, the other boys exchanging knowing glances, and he ignores the way his hands itch to reach into his pocket and see if it’s her. ‘Aren’t you gonna check that?’ Changbin asks, fingers fumbling as he tries to roll yet another joint. Hyunjin’s surprised the other boy can even see straight, let alone roll a joint, but he manages it. It’s not his best work, but it’ll do.

They’re sat in the private bar on the top floor of Changbin’s dad’s hotel on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by windows that overlook the skyline. None of them have particularly well-paying jobs – they have more than enough to live, but they splash it all on drugs and drink and fast cars and pretty girls who want Fendi bags, but thanks to Changbin’s dad, lavish nights filled with the oldest alcohol and the best weed are a regular. Changbin’s dad helps fund this lifestyle and they can’t be grateful enough towards him for it.

‘It won’t be urgent,’ Hyunjin says offhandedly, but he feels his skin lighting up with energy. It’s like nothing else is allowed to exist in his mind or body when he thinks of her – she pushes away everything else, even the marijuana mist that hangs in a heavy cloud over his mind. He’s already beginning to sober up, his senses alert and tuned into her. She’s not even here, and she’s all he can feel.

‘What if it’s your girl?’ Chan teases, dimples denting his cheeks as he hands Changbin the lighter. ‘She’s not my girl,’ Hyunjin replies mildly, the boys all looking amused. ‘Then why’d you go running whenever she texts you?’ Minho asks, gentle laughter running around the room, and Hyunjin pushes down the shame, rolling his eyes and curling his lips at the corners, trying to seem nonchalant.

‘He doesn’t go running. He leaves her waiting like a dick,’ Jeongin says, Hyunjin flipping him off half-heartedly. ‘As he should. She ain’t shit,’ Jisung says with a grin. ‘You say that, but you’d go running if it was you she was texting,’ Seungmin grins at Jisung, the latter nodding instantly. ‘Of course I would. I’m not a fucking idiot. I just feel sorry for him. They’ve been fucking around for years and she still hasn’t caught feelings like all other girls do. If there aren’t any feelings involved, it gets boring,’ Jisung says, not realising how his words feel like weapons to Hyunjin.

‘Are you fucking crazy? It’s way better without feelings. It gets messy with feelings,’ Minho says as Chan passes him the joint, fresh smoke already beginning to blur the room, and Hyunjin nods. ‘Exactly. The only reason we’ve been fucking around for so long is because there aren’t any feelings. That’s why we work so well,’ Hyunjin lies, his phone pinging again.

‘Well, I admire you. I’d have caught feelings for her by now,’ Felix says candidly, the other boys bursting into laughter. ‘Don’t laugh! You lot would’ve caught feelings for her too!’ he says defensively, raising his voice over the laughter. ‘Yeah, I definitely would have. I think I’d have wifed her by now,’ Changbin grins, and Hyunjin feels the jealously bubbling up inside him. He hates it when they talk about her. She might not be his, but she’s more his than she is theirs. They have no right to talk about her like that.

‘Yeah, but how do you wife a girl that doesn’t wanna be wifed?’ Chan asks, all of the boys letting out noises of agreement. ‘True. She’s actually living the life. Always decked out in designer, dick from Mr Handsome, free drugs from his friends, boujee apartment in the city, sexy group of friends and an easy ass ‘working from home’ job,’ Jisung says, sounding jealous, and all the boys start laughing again. ‘She really is. I’d swap lives with her, no hesitation,’ Seungmin says, more laughing filling the room.

‘Check your phone then, Mr Handsome,’ Felix nudges Hyunjin, and the boy lets out a little sigh, taking his time as he gets his phone out of his pocket. Her name is on the screen, no emojis and pet names or anything. Just her name. She’s sent him two texts, and he tries to hide his eagerness as he unlocks his phone to see them.

come see me when you’re done with the boys

give them my love and bring me some molly pls xo

‘Wow. Not her trying to emotionally manipulate the guys into giving her molly,’ Felix laughs quietly, looking at Hyunjin’s screen, and Hyunjin can’t help but laugh too. She’s one of a kind. ‘She sends her love to you guys,’ Hyunjin says, knowing he won’t even have to ask for the molly. They’ll offer it, like they always do. She’s got them all wrapped around her finger.

‘She’s cute. We should link soon,’ Chan says, handing the joint to Jisung and punching him gently when he nearly drops it. ‘Yeah, the same thing happens every time we link. We get a booth in a club, last for about ten minutes before they kick us out for doing lines, and then those two disappear to fuck and abandon the rest of us,’ Minho says drily, motioning to Hyunjin, who’s busy trying to formulate a laidback reply.

‘Tell her… only if she’s good,’ Felix says under his breath, knowing Hyunjin’s situation better than anybody else (Hyunjin’s never told him, but Felix is wise beyond his years, and very observant), and Hyunjin types up the response. Only a few seconds later do the three little dots appear, and Hyunjin imagines her in his head, lying on her bed and typing with that cute little smile on her face.

I’m always good

I love being good

for you

Hyunjin feels his blood heat up more and more with each text she sends, Felix chuckling amusedly as Hyunjin’s fingers ghost over the keyboard. He never knows what to say, never knows how to be cool and collected around her. ‘You’re on your own, bro. She’s too good at this,’ Felix murmurs, and Hyunjin nods in agreement, desperately wracking his brains for a response, ignoring the current conversation the boys are having.

Before he even begins typing, another text from her comes through, and it’s a picture. His heart speeds up as he waits for it to load, itching to see what she’s sent. He has a folder on his phone dedicated to all the pictures she’s ever sent, and he visits that folder more often than he’d ever admit. When the picture finally loads, he feels his heart stop for a second, Felix so startled that he begins choking, and Hyunjin hits him on the back, eyes still locked onto his phone.

She’s in her bedroom, the lights all off, and she’s stood in front of her mirror, her body illuminated by the flash from her phone and the city lights streaming in from her window. She’s dressed in her completely sheer Dior robe. And nothing else.

‘Fucking hell,’ Felix says when he finally gets his breath back. The boys are all distracted from their conversation, looking over at Hyunjin and Felix with curiosity. ‘What’s going on?’ Jeongin asks, and Felix and Hyunjin are both silent for a moment. ‘She sent me a picture.’ ‘Let us see!’ Changbin says instantly, all of them looking at him with disgust. ‘No, you fucking creep.’ ‘You showed Felix!’ ‘I didn’t show him.’ ‘Yeah, I looked at the screen just as the picture loaded,’ Felix says, the boys all raising their eyebrows at him. ‘What a coincidence,’ Jisung says drily, Felix beginning to defend himself.

Hyunjin quickly becomes distracted with the picture again, unable to believe how lucky he is that a vision of beauty sends him pictures like this. He still isn’t used to the feeling of having someone so… perfect trust him enough to bare herself to him. And he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. How do you get used to something so… extraordinary?

‘The picture must be good. He can’t look away from his phone,’ Seungmin laughs, all the boys looking over at Hyunjin again. ‘At least… describe it to us,’ Changbin says, Hyunjin shooting him another dirty look. ‘Bro, just go watch some porn or something,’ Chan says, everyone bursting into laughter as Changbin shoves Chan. ‘I don’t want details. Just the gist of it,’ Changbin says, like a dog with a bone, and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

‘It’s a mirror picture, and she’s wearing a robe.’ ‘Oh. That’s it? Bro, you’re down bad if you’re getting horny over that,’ Jisung says, and Felix bursts into laughter, Hyunjin unable to hold back his own chuckles. ‘You guys haven’t seen it, though.’ ‘If she’s fully clothed, it can’t be that sexy,’ Minho says, and Hyunjin and Felix laugh again. ‘The robe’s see-through,’ Hyunjin admits. When it comes to her, his pride and jealousy regularly battle, and leave him torn between showing her off and keeping her to himself.

‘It’s see-through? Like totally see-through?’ Jisung asks with wide eyes, and Hyunjin nods smugly. ‘And is she wearing anything else?’ Changbin asks, Hyunjin shaking his head with a grin, the boys all looking shocked. ‘Wow, she must really trust you, to send you a picture like that,’ Chan says disbelievingly, Hyunjin feeling smugger by the second.

‘What the fuck are you waiting for? Go to her, stupid,’ Jeongin urges, Hyunjin chuckling. ‘There’s no rush. She likes the long game,’ Hyunjin replies mildly, the others all shaking their heads in disbelief. ‘You’ve got it so good,’ Seungmin says, voice laced with envy, and Hyunjin can’t help but grin in response.

aren’t you gonna tell me I look good?

did I make you hard in front of your friends, jinnie?

are they all jealous bc your girl is so hot?

I bet they wanna fuck me like you do

only you get to fuck me though, jin

I only want you

only wanna be good for you

He stays with the boys for another hour, but his mind is elsewhere completely. The texts she sends him every few minutes fry his brain, and he feels himself getting needier with each one. He needs her. So many addictions in his life, but he’d give them all up for her. Fuck Mary Jane and Molly; she’s his favourite.

I’m thinking of you, jinnie

always thinking of you

And those texts are the ones that push him over the edge. Not the ones about how much she wants him, how good his dick is, how wet she is for him, but the ones that make him think she cares.

‘I’m heading off,’ Hyunjin says, getting up from his seat, and the boys all laugh and cheer. ‘Coming back after?’ Jeongin asks, and Hyunjin shrugs. ‘Probably,’ he says, pulling his jacket on. ‘Here, bro. I’ve got her favourites,’ Changbin says, holding a little plastic packet out to Hyunjin. The boy takes it, and he wants nothing more than to crush the pills into tiny little pieces. But he puts them in his pocket instead, their weight on his heart like bricks.

Hyunjin doesn’t waste any more time, driving like a madman to her apartment in the city centre, praying he doesn’t get a ticket but knowing that it’s worth it for her. He has a pass for her apartment block’s car park, and thankfully his usual space, the one beside her space, is empty. She has Hyunjin to drive her around most of the time, so her barely driven black Audi A5 with its D&G interior is in pristine condition. Hyunjin has a keycard to get into her apartment and he taps his foot impatiently as he scans it, the lift slowly moving upwards. He practically leaps through the doors when they open, stepping straight into her living room.

The lights are off, allowing a clear view through the floor to ceiling windows that look out over the city, but Hyunjin doesn’t care about that view. The view on his mind isn’t in here, and he exerts the last of his self-control as he heads towards her bedroom. When he reaches the open door of her room and she comes into his eyeline, his breath catches in his throat. She’s sat on her windowsill, looking out over the skyline with a wineglass in her hand, and he knows it isn’t wine that she’s drinking. It’s never something as weak as wine.

She looks like an angel, face serene and thrown into dim light from the city, and she’s not wearing the robe anymore. She’s in underwear, just a plain black Agent Provocateur set, but she looks like the most beautiful girl in the world to him. Practically everything in her room is Louis V, but she’s worth more than it all. He walks towards her slowly, and she knows he’s there but doesn’t look over at him. As he gets closer, he sees the black lines of mascara across her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen, and he isn’t sure whether it’s because she’s higher than a kite, or she’s lower than she’s ever been before.

‘Are you high?’ he asks her softly, and she lets out a gentle laugh. ‘No.’ ‘So you’ve been crying?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘You gonna tell me why?’ ‘No,’ she replies, voice like silk, and Hyunjin lets out a gentle sigh. ‘You can’t keep it all bottled up.’ ‘I can, and I will. I wanted you to come here to fuck me, not to be my therapist,’ she says tiredly, Hyunjin silent.

‘Did you bring my molly?’ she asks, and he just stares at her, waiting for her to look back at him. To actually look at him for once. ‘Hyunjin?’ Silence continues to fill the room, and after what feels like an eternity, she looks at him, her eyes shining with tears. ‘No.’ ‘You didn’t?’ ‘No. I brought you enough for a week on Tuesday. It’s Friday today.’ ‘I know what day it is. My health isn’t your problem.’ ‘I know it isn’t. But you should still have some left.’ ‘That’s not your concern. If I ask you to bring me something, you should bring it.’ ‘Stop being a fucking brat.’ ‘Stop being a fucking dick.’

He wants to scream at her, grab the glass from her hand and smash it against the wall, flush the pills in his pocket down the toilet. But he doesn’t. He just stands there, staring at her, and she stares back at him.

‘When was the last time you were sober?’ ‘For fuck’s sake, Jin, I can’t-’ ‘Answer the fucking question,’ he says angrily, and she flinches at his tone. ‘I… I’m sober now.’ ‘You’ve been drinking. When was the last time you were properly sober – no drugs or drink?’ She’s completely silent, and Hyunjin remains silent too, waiting for her response.

‘On Wednesday.’ ‘I’m not fucking stupid, stop lying to me.’ ‘I’m not lying!’ ‘I swear to God, I’m walking out of here if you don’t tell me the truth.’ ‘Then leave.’ ‘Don’t tell me to leave when that’s the last thing you want,’ he murmurs, and she just stares at him, eyes shining with tears.

‘Last week.’ ‘Stop lying!’ ‘I don’t fucking know, Jin! Maybe last week, maybe last month, maybe last year, maybe longer! I can’t fucking remember! I can’t even fucking see straight most days! You think I can remember when I was last sober? I’m never fucking sober!’ she screams, her voice shattering the silence, and Hyunjin feels his heart ache at the tears spilling down her face.

‘You’re slowly killing yourself.’ ‘You think I don’t know that? I’m not a fucking idiot, Jin! I haven’t got any delusions about my health!’ ‘If you know you’re dying, why don’t you stop?’ ‘You’re not an idiot either. You don’t need me to explain that to you,’ she says tiredly, as though all of her energy has suddenly flooded away.

Hyunjin’s eyes fill with tears at the realisation. She’s doing it on purpose because she wants to die.

‘Why? ‘What?’ ‘Why do you want to die?’ he asks softly, and she laughs humourlessly. ‘I told you; I don’t want a therapy session. That’s not why you’re here.’ ‘You’re insane if you think I’m gonna fuck you now,’ he says, the girl just staring at him.

‘This isn’t a film, Hyunjin, or a book. I’m not gonna magically decide to open up to you and cry on your shoulder and you hold me whilst I sleep and then you take me to DAA tomorrow and help me get sober. That’s not how this works. That’s not who I am, or who you are. You fuck me, or you leave.’ ‘I’m not gonna fuck you when you’re like this. I’m not a fucking monster,’ Hyunjin says harshly. ‘I might have to disagree with that,’ she murmurs before taking a sip from her drink.

‘You’ve had enough for tonight,’ Hyunjin says, the girl raising an eyebrow at him as she continues to drink. ‘I said that that’s enough,’ he spits angrily, and she flinches again, taking the glass from her lips a moment later. He holds out a hand to take it, and she hesitates before handing it to him, Hyunjin celebrating internally. It’s a step forward. It might be a small one, but it’s something.

He puts the glass down on her bedside table before taking a seat beside her on the windowsill. ‘You can leave.’ ‘I know,’ he says softly, and she doesn’t reply, looking back out over the city with tears streaming down her face. They sit in silence, looking at two different views, and Hyunjin feels like he could live in this moment. Her walls are up, but she’s letting him in, even if it is just for a little while.

‘You should go.’ ‘No.’ ‘Hyunjin-’ ‘I’m not leaving.’ ‘But why?’ she whispers, so much loneliness in her voice that his heart drops. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Why are you staying? We’re not having sex, and we’re not in a relationship. You don’t have any obligations to stay,’ she murmurs, lips quivering as she speaks. ‘I know I don’t have any obligations, but I won’t leave you – not while you’re like this.’

They fall into silence again and it’s so heavy, weighing down both of their hearts. ‘No one ever stays,’ she says miserably, and he tilts his head questioningly. ‘My ex-boyfriends always left. My friends always leave. You always leave. My dad even left. So why are you staying now?’ she asks, and he’s devastated at her words. This is more than she’s ever told him, and he never expected to hear that this is her trauma. She’s got daddy issues, and that’s why she is the way she is. She’s a drug addict, an alcoholic, ridden with mental health illness, all because of her dad.

‘I’m all you have left, other than drugs and money.’ ‘That’s all I need.’ ‘If you’ve got what you need, why do you wanna die?’ ‘It’s all I need to survive. Not to live.’ ‘Don’t you want to live?’ ‘Of course I do. But not like this, not… haunted. Not weighed down. Not numb and empty, all the fucking time. I can’t escape. It’s all I am… when I’m sober. If I stay drunk, and high, I can forget it all. The second I start coming down, it all comes back, and it hurts so much. I just wanna feel… not even happy. Just… alive. For once. Without the help of alcohol and drugs and designer clothes. But they fill the emptiness inside me like nothing else does.’ ‘There’s so much more to life. Love, friendship, memories, nature, achievements.’ ‘I know, but my brain doesn’t work in that way. I could be… stood on top of the world, and I’d still feel like I want to die.’ ‘Let me help you,’ he replies, and she laughs.

‘You do help me. You help me fill the void my dad left behind. You’re an asshole. You might call me a good girl and praise me and baby me and treat me like a princess sometimes, but you’re emotionally unavailable, and you shout at me and get angry with me, and you’re never here when it matters which is good because I’d get attached if you were, and you’re horrible to me when we fuck, and you make me feel like I’m not good enough for you when you text other girls in front of me and check out every girl that passes us when we’re on a night out, and you never respond to the nudes I send you which makes me feel like I’m fucking ugly, but that’s okay because you’ll come and fuck me and I feel the validation that I need, and you never stay the night which makes me feel like you only ever want me for sex, but it’s okay because at least you like me enough to fuck me in the first place. You told me once that you won’t call me yours, but it’s okay because I’d rather my body be yours than none of me at all.’

She’s sobbing by the time she finishes speaking, struggling to breathe properly, and Hyunjin’s frozen in shock. He’s an asshole? No. He’s a guy who’s in love with her and doesn’t want her to know it, because she’s always told him that she doesn’t want his love, she wants his dick and his drugs. But maybe if he’d ignored her wishes, and openly loved her, she wouldn’t be so fucked up. She wouldn’t crave his worthless validation. She wouldn’t be so lonely that she wants to die.

‘But I’m-’ ‘No. Don’t you dare deny it and say some stupid fucking shit to try and manipulate me into thinking you care. You don’t have to. I know you couldn’t give a shit about me, and I’ve known for so long, and it doesn’t matter,’ she says, furiously wiping away her tears, and Hyunjin shakes his head, taking her trembling hands into his. ‘No, you don’t understand. I’m only like this because you pushed me away. We were so good at first, I used to openly adore you, but you pushed me away and told me that you didn’t want that from me.’ ‘Yeah, because I’m fucked up! I turned you into an asshole, and then fell in love with you! More fool fucking me! Can you just leave now?’ she asks, pulling her hands from his and looking away. His heart sings at her confession that she does love him, that this isn’t one-sided, but it quickly quietens when he sees the look on her face.

‘I’m literally trying to tell you that I’m in love with you too. I want to be with you, and do the things we’ve never done. Restaurant dates, and staying the night and laying with you, and shopping trips that don’t end up with us fucking in the Chanel back room – not that I’m complaining about that, obviously. But I just want to be with you. We could be so good together – just give us a chance. Things don’t have to be this way.’ ‘They are.’ ‘But they don’t have to be! Just give me a day. A day to be more than your dick appointment and your dealer. All I need is one day with you, and I can make the pain better.’

‘No, Hyunjin. Just go,’ she says quietly, the tears gone and her voice calm. She’s shutting herself off again, pushing him back out, and it makes him panic. ‘Don’t do this. This is your chance to be happy, for us to be happy together.’ ‘No. Leave, like you always do,’ she murmurs, and he can see the city lights reflected in her eyes, the galaxy held between her lashes.

‘I only left because you wanted me to.’ ‘I still want you to.’ ‘But you love me.’ ‘They don’t cancel each other out.’ ‘That doesn’t-’ ‘Make any sense? I know. I don’t make any sense. I want love, but I’m scared of it. I hate my dad for abandoning me, but I only ever want guys that abandon me so if you stay, I’ll fall out of love with you, or I’ll push you away like I did when we first started fucking so that I can carry on loving you. I was never treated right, but I only ever want guys that treat me badly, so if you treat me right, I’ll get bored of you. I never got love from my dad, so I’ve been running from it my whole life, and that isn’t gonna change. I’ve driven myself insane for years, trying so hard to understand why I’m like this, but I am, and you should just accept that instead of trying work me out.’

Hyunjin just blinks, trying to process her words. Where does he win? The only way he can have her is carrying on being the asshole he’s been for the past few years, but there’s only so long he can keep that up when he’s falling more and more in love with her by the day. But if he openly loves her, she won’t want him anymore. Hyunjin makes a vow that if, by chance, he ever encounters her dad, he’s gonna beat the shit out of him. And he also makes a vow that he’s gonna help her, get her to therapy or DAA, because there’s no other way he can see a positive outcome.

‘You should just leave.’ ‘How can I leave you like this?’ ‘Because I can’t love you if you stay. I don’t love people who stay, and I never have. So… go. Please,’ she says, no emotion, no nothing in her voice, or on her face. She looks like one of those ancient marble statues, passive and cold but beautiful. And Hyunjin knows that he doesn’t want to live a life without her in it, so he does the only thing he can tonight, the only thing that won’t push her away.

‘Fine. I’ll fucking leave, since you keep fucking telling me to,’ he says harshly, the girl flinching at the suddenness of him pushing himself off the windowsill, feet landing heavily on the floor. ‘Came here to fuck you, and you’re fucking crying instead. You’re such a fucking mess. I should have brought your fucking molly. At least you keep your fucking mouth shut when you’re rolling. Never tell me to come over if you’re in your feels again, ‘cause I don’t wanna sit here and listen to you whine about your shitty dad,’ he mutters angrily, loathing himself for the words he’s using against her, the kind of words he’s subjected her to for so long, the words that made her fall in love with him.

Despite his brain screaming at him to not look back before leaving, he does it anyway, and when he sees her reaching for her glass again, eyes filled with tears and lips curled up into a sad smile, he feels his heart break into a million little pieces. He should knock the glass out of her hand. He should tell her how much he loves her, and how he’s not gonna give up on them. He should force her to get into his car, take her to rehab, and tell her that he won’t stand by and watch her slowly kill herself. But he squares his shoulders, ignoring the clink of her glass against her Cartier rings, and leaves her bedroom with the weight of the world on his shoulders and her face in his mind.

[markleesthighs]

Can you make another jaemin x BOY reader? Since he looks so good and badboyish with his new raven black hair, can you make one where jaemin is the only son of a mafia leader who gambles, drag races, and other reckless underground stuff and the boy reader is a pure, fragile, and perfect ballet dancer and honor student, an only son of an ambassador. Like a dangerous boy meets a delicate boy or like romeo and juliet? Thankieeeeeee!🖤🤍

-aw this is so cute this concept... *chefs kiss*

Forbidden Moonlight

You attend one of the most prestigious art schools in the country. Everyone there had to go through rigorous testing, students needed to be academically and artistically smart and creative. You and your peers were the top 5% of the country where you’d all grow to be famous artists after you graduate. But there was one student who you were confused about was Na Jaemin. Apparently he got into school because of his amazing graffiti art and gambling skills. You got into the school from your amazing ballet performance and you being at the top of your class with perfect grades. You were the only son of an ambassador so your family had high expectations for you. Specifically, they support you for dancing but they push hard for your academics. Every grade you receive you have to report to your parents so they can keep track of your progress. You arrive to dance classes early, always volunteer for every club or in class, and keep up the best grades in the grade.

You were perfect as people say, and you got asked out by several guys in your class but you always kindly reject them simply telling them you don’t have time for a relationship. Jaemin on the flip side was just as popular as you, getting confessions from guys and girls but he also rejected them always saying his catchphrase, “you couldn’t keep up with me.” Rumors spread that he was a mafia leader and already had a spouse and kids but you didn’t know what to believe. Your parents would have scolded you for being distracted by silly things. Yet you still found yourself intrigued by him, he was everything you weren’t, a troublemaker, laid back, and competes in drag races instead of doing any work. You always wondered how he stayed in your school, despite his work ethic.

One night you went out to pick up a study snack from a local restaurant with a sweet old lady who would always give you extra of whatever food she sold. When you walked home you were staring at your phone, listening to music when you accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh, I’m so sorry...”

You looked up to see a man at least a foot taller than you and had a huge build, he could definitely crush you would his fingers if he could.

“HEY watch where you’re going twerp!”

“I’m really sorry, I’ll just go-“

“Oh no you’re not! You need to learn your lesson!”

He grabbed you by the collar and brought you aside to the alley where he pinned you agains the grimy brick.

“You’re going to regret bumping into me-“

“Let him go...he’s worth a lot to this city.” A voice called.

“Boss??”

“Jaemin??”

“How do you know the boss??”

“That’s none of your concern, Sebastion, now go back to work.”

“Come with me y/n, you’re coming.”

“Wh- I gotta go back-“

Before you can say anything you were suddenly on his motorbike riding to his mansion. You got off his bike and were fathomed by his luxurious lifestyle, you expected him to live in a messy apartment for some reason. You walked in as you were greeted by a bunch of maids taking off your jacket and giving you heated slippers and a face towel. You kindly thanked them as Jaemin plopped down on his couch. You shyly walked over to join him.

“Here’s the deal, y/n, you’re dad owes me something of mine, and I need to keep you here as leverage got it?”

“Are you seriously expecting me to the calm about this? Jaemin this is crazy, my mind is circling...”

“Well...” He moved closer. “There’s no chance of me letting you go...willingly at least.”

Your face heated up smelling his light cigarette breath.

“But I assure you that you will be treated like a king here since you are my guest, so you might as well get comfortable.”

Jaemin got up and grabbed your hand giving you a tour, from olympic sized pools, bowling alley to shooting ranges and torture rooms. The tour ended at the bedroom, Jaemin’s bedroom.

“You’re going to be sleeping in my bedroom, since I don’t trust the other guys in the house if you’re alone in the room, all of them are horn dogs. I’ll leave you alone to refresh yourself.” Jaemin left and closed the door.

You were freaking out having a meltdown in the bedroom pacing back and forth. You decided a shower would calm you down, you undressed and stepped in the shower. You smelled the musk of Jaemin, it was warm and comforting, the complete opposite of his appearance. You dried and realized there were not pajamas for you. So you threw on one of Jaemin’s shirts and sweatpants. You opened the bedroom door to let Jaemin know you were done.

Jaemin turned and saw you, barefaced, raw, and he thought you looked breathtaking. It was a different look, and he liked what he was seeing. He went to shower and when he walked out he saw you staring at the night sky while sitting on the bed. He admired you looking at the moonlight the bright moon gleaming against your skin, the light shining though your irises and the reflection of the moon in your eyes. He snapped out of it and asked you if you were going to bed. You quietly nodded and tucked yourself in facing away from Jaemin. You didn’t know what to think, you were speechless about the situation.

Jaemin sighed and joined you in bed but he couldn’t fall asleep. He just keep watching you, making sure you were asleep and sleeping well. Despite the plush and lavish sheets you were shivering, from the cold room and a bit of anxiety. You didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, your father is the type to send a whole army after you, you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Jaemin snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Cold?”

“Y-yeah a bit, but I’m fine.”

You felt a warm embrace, Jaemin’s wrapped his arms around you tucking his head into your neck. It was comforting, warm, and nurturing. Your shivering calm down and you felt yourself drift off to sleep. While you were asleep Jaemin kissed you temple

“Goodnight, y/n.”

You woke up to some giggles by the maids cleaning up Jaemin’s room. Your vision was blurry but you noticed you were facing Jaemin as he was holding you in a warm embrace. You stared at Jaemin for a minute, his face was calm and serene, and his hair was a little messy. You smiled playing with his hair as he groaned in pleasure. A maid came in a rang a bell as Jaemin woke up confused.

“Master Jaemin, it’s time for school.”

He got up and sighed as he collapsed back into bed. You tried to get out of bed but Jaemin kept trying to pull you back in.

“Get up sleepyhead, you gotta show me your closet.”

Jaemin lazily got up and opened his finger print locked closet. It opened up to dozens of racks and shelves of designer clothing. Jaemin walked over to two bags one from YSL and one from Fendi.

“I asked one of the maids to pick an outfit from you I didn’t know which one you liked so you can pick one.” You peeked in each box and chose the one from YSL, putting it on in the dressing room and you walked out to see Jaemin shirtless. You apologized but he told you to stay and brought you closer. Your eyes traced his body.

“Take a picture it will last longer baby.”

You blushed hard and looked away. Why did he make butterflies appear in your stomach? He put on the rest of his outfit and sprayed his cologne and you were still looking away from him. Jaemin grabbed your chin and pecked your cheek.

“You have a beautiful face don’t hide hide it from me.”

You pecked his lips

“Well if you didn’t make me so flustered I think I’d look at you more often.”

That made Jaemin’s eyes go wide in shock.

“Don’t test me now baby, or will I have to show you how to play nice?”

You rolled your eyes as you walked passed him. He chased after you as you both ate a light breakfast and walked outside together holding hands. He gave you a helmet and he held your hand and made you wrap your arms around his waist. You arrived to school with a bunch of eyes all over you two. You were averting gazes but Jaemin held your hand as you both walked. You smiled at him as you walked together. You got gazes of jealousy and shock. You walked into class and Jaemin held you close squeezing your hand in reassurance.

“Would Mr. y/n l/n please come down the the front office please.”

You looked at Jaemin in confusion but he let you go alone to the office. You walked in and saw your father and mother standing there next to the principal. They led you into the principals office.

“y/n as you know you went missing last night according to your parents, once we were notified that you arrived on campus we contacted your parents. If you don’t mind, would you mind explaining to your parents where you went?”

“Did they drug you? Did they harm you?” Sobbed your mother

“Were you threatened? Do you know how worried we were how reckless are you?!” scolded your father.

“Well, I was with Na Jaemin, he helped me that night after I was being harassed. Is there anything you need to explain to me, dad, regarding Na Jaemin? Does that name ring a bell?”

The principal stepped out by simply saying that he won’t be involved or eavesdrop on family affairs and he shut the door.

“y/n, the Na family is the most powerful mafia family in the country right now, I have to meet and do deals with them to maintain the safety of this country. Last night I made an offer to Jaemin, and he accepted it saying he would return you to school the next morning.”

“How’d you know where I was?”

“I received intel from a mafia member who saw you with Jaemin.”

“What did you offer Jaemin?”

“That’s none of your concern, from now on I want you to stop affiliating yourself with him, he’s too dangerous for you. I forbid you from seeing him off campus, y/n.”

“WH-“

“As your father and guardian, I need to do what’s best to protect you and keep you on a clear track. No more boys no more mafia business.”

You felt as if you were going to cry, how were you going to tell Jaemin? What is he going to do? What if him and you father go to war? You couldn’t have that you’d have to choose. So who will you choose?

part 2

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine: Prt 3

Office Bae Erik.

Warnings: Hard...core...SMUT. Drama, Spanking. 

Okay so the way this is being written I can see it having a few more parts to it lol. I hope you guys enjoy just as much as the other parts i’ve done. I hope it’s just as smutty as you would like lol. Like, Reblog, Comment!

Part one   Part two

Ping Ping

Erik- If I find out you are going to rub and dig in that pussy without my permission I will punish you.

You were already in the private staff bathroom that has only one toilet, panties tossed on the floor, dress up and around your waist, and one leg up on the sink with just your fingertips exploring how wet that pussy really is. You didn’t rub it, you didn’t even finger yourself, you just touched how puffy and erect your clit and labia were. You rubbed your fingers together to test the silky slimy wetness that your pussy released while squirming in your desk chair from Erik saying how much he wants to make that pretty pussy feel good.

You moved so fast to that restroom like you were a track runner. Now, you used your phone selfie camera to see the mess and how swollen you are. The minute that camera showed you how messy she is, that pretty kitty, your breath rushed in and out. Like honey dripping from a honeycomb stick, you were spilling all that sticky sweetness on your phone screen. Tiny whimpers escaped your wet mouth as your fingers reached down to rub that engorged clit. The more your greedy ass rubbed, the more that plump pussy began to cream. You felt ready and willing to cum already.

Ping Ping

Erik- Baby girl, are you playing in my pussy? You’ve been in there too long, Y/N.

“Umph,” That leg of yours shook on that sink. You could hear that puss making all kinds of wet noises in response to the way you were treating her at the moment. It wasn’t like Erik’s touches but it still filled the void you felt in your aching cunt. Now, your fingers were deep in your pussy, rubbing directly over your G spot on purpose. It was too much to take but you kept on going, making sure to stroke it just right so your juices can flow down your inner thigh. Sure enough, creamy liquid trickled down to your knee. You spread your legs further, finger fucking the shit out of that delicious pussy more, more, and more until you bite down on your pouty lower lip, teeth almost cutting through the flesh from how hard you nibbled, cumming on your greedy fingers. You didn’t slip them out just yet, no, you wanted to feel the aftershocks of your orgasmic pussy throb around your slender fingers. Finally, after what felt like five minutes, you hissed as you slowly slip your fingers from that hot and moist pussy. You look at those fingers before grabbing your phone to take a picture of them to send to Erik.

Ping Ping

Erik- Oh...you bad, bad, girl. I’m getting that ass just you wait and see. Don’t even put them fucking panties on...I got something for you.

“Sorry, Daddy,” You are genuinely sorry but it was his fault. If he didn’t taunt you like that you wouldn’t have done this. You would have waited until lunch break for him to take you to his car to do it himself. All that you kept thinking about was his long, thick fingers going in and out of that pussy. You reluctantly clean up because you really wanted to go for round two. Gasping, you stood up on shaking legs in your Fendi boots, walking to grab your panties, balling them up in your hand to place inside of your purse, before leaving the private bathroom. Standing there dressed in Calvin Klein from head to toe with big Harley Davidson gold-rimmed eyeglasses that reminded you of the 70s, hair clean cut and face shaved was Calvin, one of the Data Analysts that worked with you. He gave you a veneer smile, before pointing one perfectly manicured finger at your face.

“I was wondering when you would be done in there! You look FABULOUS,” Calvin spoke flamboyantly, “I didn’t know those boots were still in season, girl. You wear the hell out of them so it doesn’t even matter.” 

You gave Calvin a tight smile, “I don’t worry about what’s in season. If it looks good on me, I’ll wear it. But thank you though.”

Calvin pursed his lips, “Mhm.”

As you begin to walk away, Calvin starts talking again, leading you to stop in your tracks and almost run into the water fountain outside of the restroom. Calvin clearly didn’t understand what an inside voice meant. 

“How has Eric been? he didn’t come to the holiday party last year or to the potluck we do every January-”

“He’s out of town,” You cuts him off abruptly, “He does a lot of traveling.”

“Oh...pity,” Calvin spoke with faux sadness, “I’m sure that worries you.”

“Calvin, I am not about to gossip with you today. Please, can I go back to my seat?”

“I don’t hold the keys to your freedom, sis,” Calvin makes a sweeping motion with his hand, “Go ahead, be gone.”

You roll your eyes before walking away from the biggest drama fanatic in the office. 

Ping Ping

Erik- Don’t think I forgot about you playing in that pussy. And fix your face, you’re too pretty to be frowning like that.

Y/N- Are you going to spank me? what’s our safe word?

Erik- You’ll see...and it’s Cherries

You frown at your phone before quietly laughing.

Y/N: Why cherries?

Erik- Because I’m eating some right now. Eating these cherries got me thinking about how I’m gonna eat you.

Y/N- I didn’t need that mental image

Erik- I’m sure it’s too late for that. I bet you’re probably wondering how my lips look sucking and nibbling on these cherries

“Watch yourself!” Connie, one of the Environmental Engineers, bumps into you, spilling a little bit of her caramel macchiato with no sugar on her white blouse, “Great,” She looks up at you with scornful eyes, “Seriously, Y/N?”

“Sorry,” you lock your phone, “I think I may have one of those Tide pens-”

“I’ve got it. Thanks,” Connie walks away quickly while shaking out the front of her blouse. You fought to keep it together in this professional setting because you really wanted to snatch Connie’s stank breath ass back by her badly bleached hair and punch her in the face. Sighing, then inhaling a calming breath, you turn back into your area where your desk is located, those chestnut eyes disobeying you as they look into Erik’s office. Connie was standing in his doorway with Demetria complaining about her shirt and motioning towards your area. Erik stood there with his arms folded, acting like he was interested in what they had to say while his lips were rolled shut. You assumed it was because he wanted to suppress a laugh. 

“Where were you for so long?” Regina clearly didn’t get any work done, She was currently shopping for new shoes.

“Bathroom, then a phone call,” you flip your braids over your shoulder, settling back into your seat, those pussy lips of yours sliding together; the delicious friction that you dangerously craved. Punctuated gasps escaped your mouth while staring at your screen, mind completely blank of work and focused on all the possible ways Erik could punish you for being a naughty girl.

“Damn, what should I be doing right now?” You spoke mostly to yourself but Regina answered you.

“You know we have to make a record of all the information needed for the Alaska business trip, and we also have to contact the clients who we have to order from for supplies for the trip-“

“Please, please, don’t remind me,” You rub your temples, “I’ve been trying to get in contact with the people who are supposed to ensure that the design projects for the air pollution management systems comply with environmental and health regulations.”

“Didn’t Erik design those systems along with the water pollution systems?” Regina asks while pulling up the list of clients on her computer.

“Yes. He’s basically the brains of the operation. Who the hell needs Connie, Jeremy, and Demetria when they come to him for advice. That’s why his office is the middle office AND the biggest office.”

You praised Erik with your head held high, proud to be fucking a man so successful and smart like him.

“Bitch,” Regina spoke in a hushed tone, “He must have that dick you can feel in your spine because you are cutting up, honey.”

“Shut up,” You pick up the company blue tooth to use while dialing the client that you needed to talk to, “Don't distract me while I’m on this call either.”

The line rings as you swivel back and forth in your desk chair, then, a grating voice loud in your ear that it makes you cringe greeted you.

“Yes, my name is Y/N, I am calling from AECOM; Architecture, Engineering, Consulting, Operations, and Maintenance. Do you have the time to discuss the Alaska business trip regarding the new pollution systems?”

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“Just looking at him I can tell he has a big, black, cock.”

“Chill, Connie, cock sounds...just no, girl.”

“Well, big, black, dick. How about that then?”

“Better, but I think you’re pushing your luck. Erik doesn’t look interested in you, Connie, sorry that I have to be the one to tell you.”

“What makes you think that? He always talks to me. He’s always nice to me. Just wait, that Alaska trip will give me the chance to really get with him.”

Demetria gave Nicole a look with her grey eyes before smiling, “Doesn’t Erik need an assistant to come with him to Alaska? Nicole, maybe you could ask him about that.”

Demetria and Nicole were just as two-faced as Connie. They both wanted Erik for themselves and they definitely hinted on it a few times to him but Erik acted as if none of that mattered to him. Not even Demetria’s low cut blouses with her copious breasts had him watering at the mouth. Demetria has a face like Lisa Bonet and a body like Toccara Jones with how busty and tall she is. Demetria wore her hair in a pixie cute that compliments her high cheekbones. Nicole has shoulder-length dreads in her hair with shells, average height and petite, cinnamon eyes, and heart-shaped lips.

“Nicole? Don’t you have a man? Aren’t you married?”

“So,” Nicole says with a quiet laugh while holding a mug of herbal tea that had the words, Melanin Magic on it “It’s just a company trip with a little bit of nookie if I’m lucky.”

“You mean, if we’re both lucky, sis. I want some of that too,” Demetria reminds Nicole.

“Both of you are delusional,” Connie spoke in a defensive tone, “All I’m saying is-Regina?”

Regina tried to be discrete and stay in earshot so she could hear what they were saying but her fucking phone vibrated in her light gray satchel that she was currently carrying on her shoulder. All she wanted to do was grab her food so she could eat in the food court but when she heard them gossiping about fucking Erik Stevens she couldn’t help herself. She knew if you were there you would be bothered to the 1000th degree.

“Hey,” Regina tried to play it off, rushing to the refrigerator to grab her shrimp and avocado salad, “Just grabbing my food, pretend I’m not even here, ladies.”

“We’re you being nosy, Gina? It’s no surprise, you’re famous for that shit,” Nicole says with an argumentative tone.

“Not my fault I heard you bitches. Y’all so loud anybody who walks past can hear you.”

“Look,” Connie glares outside of the break room, “Erik is over there talking to Y/N again. Why is he always talking to her? Ugh,” She folds her arms.

Regina didn’t say a word as she grabs her lunch box, closing the refrigerator, and walking out of the break room.

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“Miss Y/N,” Erik walked up to your cubicle with his hands in his slacks pockets, “I know it’s way past lunch hour because we’ve been so damn busy but I was wondering if you wanted to get something? I was thinking about some Indian food this time around.”

You type one more part on the document for the client to sign before saving your work and putting your computer to sleep. You fold your legs, turning in your swivel chair, chestnut eyes with long lashes blinking up at Erik. He raised one brow down at you before rolling his moist lips together, dimples sinking deeper into his cheeks.

“Curry and I don’t mix,” You pout, “I’ll probably have some Asian cuisine this time around.”

“Then I’ll have what you’re having,” Erik takes his pointer finger on his right hand to tap the surface of your desk slowly. Your eyes travel down to that finger, your breath coming out in little quiet gasps, thighs clenched together.

“Why don’t we get going before it gets busy in here again, yeah?” He whispers with a husky voice but this voice was much deeper. His onyx eyes shining with mischief.

“Alright,” You stand, grabbing your phone and placing it in your bag, “Lead the way, Stevens.”

Erik gives you a half-smirk before walking ahead of you. You follow behind him, heart racing in your chest the more you both walked away from the department. Erik makes a sudden sharp turn around the corner near the elevators. Startled, you follow, turning that corner just like him. He’s gone. Confused, you pull out your phone, fingers shaking as you text him.

Y/N-Where are you?

You hold your phone to your chest, looking around you with nervous eyes. The sound of your phone against your chest causes you to jump, breath growing short.

Ping Ping

Erik- Come to the quiet room.

The quiet room? The room that certain staff has access to so they could rest their eyes or mediate? That room wasn’t always there. It was a new thing that the company decided to add to help relax the minds of the Engineers, Architects, Management, and whoever else were considered in charge. You follow the directions on the walls, walking past the elevators and down a hall. There, two rooms that have strict access. The quiet rooms.

Y/N- which one?

Ping Ping

Erik- slip your panties under the second door

You glance at the door in question before opening your purse to retrieve your wet panties. You walk softly against the carpeted floor, turning over your shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before bending down. You tuck your panties under the door, the feeling of them being snatched aggressively out of your hand making your breathing choppy as you shuddered.

Ping Ping

Erik- Be polite. Knock.

With a weak fist, you knock.

The doorknob jiggles before it opens, revealing an angry Erik with his suit jacket and shirt halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a belt in his hand.

“C’ mere, Kitty,” He motions with a single finger.

You look from the belt to his face, wary eyes and fingers fiddling.

“What did I just say, Kitten?” Erik snaps his fingers, “I said...C’mere.”

“Daddy,” You whisper, “I’m gonna get a beating?”

“What you think?”

You close your eyes with anticipation.

“Bring that ass here. Now.”

The minute you walk into that room, Erik grabs your neck, pulling you forward. Your breath halted, eyes low and trained on his. You could see his hand reaching above your head to close and lock the door.

“So, you thought I was playing, huh? Didn’t Daddy tell you he would take care of you like you should be taken care of?”

“Y-yes,” you bite your lip, “But I couldn’t help myself you were talking so nasty-“

“Because I can do that,” Erik whispers, “I can do that. You are mine. If I want that puss nice and wet for me to suck clean that’s what I’m gon’ do. If I didn’t tell you to stroke that puss real good like I know you did anyway you defiant little bitch, are you supposed to do it, Kitty?”

“No, I’m not, Umph,” His hand was under your dress and between your legs.

“Holy shit, this how it is?” Erik’s fingers dragged up and down, “This that wet pussy kat?”

“Yessss,” You open your legs more, “Just touch me, Daddy, please, I need your thick fingers inside of me. Mines made me cum but yours will make me cum harder.”

“Oh yeah? You nasty girl,” Erik unbuttons his pants, the sound of his zipper going zzzzzz really slow in that quiet room making your eyes flutter.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”

Erik takes you by your upper arm, walking you over to a leather mahogany stained chesterfield sofa taking a seat and bringing both of his hands to grab your waist to straddle him. Erik takes your dress, balling it up around your waist, revealing your hot and moist pussy to him. Your hips bucked with need and your eyes sat low and desperate. Erik takes his belt, folding it, then suddenly, swatted your ass painfully. You could feel the skin of your ass sticking to the thickness of the leather belt. Erik gave the other cheek the same attention, his eyes furious.

“Fuck this, turn around...bend over...yeah...and grab your fucking ankles.”

You do as you’re told, your cheeks opening and that pink puss showing him exactly what he wanted to see.

“I should spank that pussy too. But I got something better for her,” Erik beats you again, your thighs shaking down to your ankles in your boots.

“Umph, Daddy, my ass hurts,” You whimper, “Please, Daddy, I just want you to make me cum-“

“Shut that noise up and take these hits to this big ol’ ass, ma.”

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

It was beginning to make you numb. You knew your ass cheeks were raw and red but your pussy was dripping and soaked with need.

“Daddy! Daddy! Cherries! Cherries!” You cry out, Erik’s hand ready to strike you again. He drops his belt on the sofa, bringing his large warm hands up to run circles into your ass.

“I’ll rub you down with some massage oil later before I eat your ass all the way to your pussy, okay?”

“Uhhh, yes, Daddy, please.” You moan at the feeling of his hands soothing the whelps on your ass.

“Now...put these wet panties back on.”

Erik tosses the panties between the valley of your legs while you were still bent over. You grab them, gently straightening your body, using all the balance you had to pull those panties back on in your boots.

“Daddy, what are you going to do to me-“

“Don’t ask me. Now turn around.” His voice was hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Your turn, your hands on your hips with your eyes blinking down at his hard erection, “Daddy...it’s so hard...can I taste it? Please?”

Your tongue literally ached to get to feel the tip of his fat dick pressed against it right now. Your mouth is so wet that you were sure if you pulled away spit would drip down from him onto your dress, making your nipples hard. You could feel yourself squirming with need. You miss having your mouth so filled and warm while getting to suck tightly but slowly down him. Making sure to swallow his entire length each time regardless of how long and meaty he is.

“Nah, you can’t have this dick in your mouth, Kitty.”

“But, why, Daddy?”

“Because you want that, and I don’t want to give you what you want,” Erik finally pulls his pants down and around his ankles followed by his briefs. His dick sprang forward and stood straight up with pre-cum oozing from his fat tip. You swallow a large amount of spit that formed on your tongue from how much you wanted to suck him dry.

“Get on Daddy’s lap, baby girl.”

You do as you are told, climbing onto his lap, thick legs straddling his waist with your hands on his shoulders.

“Pull your panties to the side.”

You lift your hips, taking your slender fingers to pull your wet panties to the side. You wait for your next command with a shuddering breath.

“Grab Daddy’s dick and rub your clit with it...go ahead and rub all this precum on that juicy clit. I know she’s nice and hard, baby.”

“Umph, yes, Daddy,” you squat over his lap like you were about to ride his dick, grabbing the thickness where your fingers barely connected from how hard he is, bringing it to your throbbing clit. The minute his dick rubbed along your clit you thought you were going to cum right then and there. The precum, your wetness, the smooth head of his dick, and how hard your clit is put you in a euphoric state.

“Tilt your hips so I can see it...mmmm, fuck,” The way he said that made you moan his name.

“Fuck, that clit is so hard. You got a pretty little pussy, ma.”

You were too horny and in need to cum that you didn’t bother to say thank you. Erik’s deep grunts and groans from the way you circled your clit with his tip had his hips bucking from the sofa causing the leather to make noise. You imagined him thrusting you into your aching pussy. This was so teasing but it was one of the best feelings in the world. The way it felt...you couldn’t stop smacking his dick on your folds and rubbing your pussy up and down him, coating his dick in your mess. Erik’s fingers reaching down to hold your pussy lips open has you shaking. You could feel your cream dripping from your pussy and on his balls from your position.

“Look at you, I bet that clit feel good as a motherfucker right now-“

“Yes, Umph, yess,” you gasp.

“I know my kitty wants me to suck on it-“

“Please! Please, Daddy.”

Erik grabs the shaft of his dick, holding it in place while your pussy hovered over it.

“I love the way those little panties look pushed to the side. You teasing Daddy with this sexy little pussy? Cover your pussy I wanna see how fat it look.”

This was literal torture. You whimper, covering your pussy back up and pulling the fabric so that the shape and plumpness of your pussy lips can show through the fabric.

“Goodamn...Fuck,” Erik’s thumb reaches out to pinch your pussy lips before running his thumb up and down your mound, “Now, pull these panties back nice and slow, understand? I wanna see that phat puss slip out all wet for me.”

He was driving you crazy, so crazy you could risk it and sit on his dick; fully. You take your fingers, pulling your panties to the side delicately. Each one of your phat pussy lips slipped for him, your fingers pulling your lips apart to show him that pink.

“Please, please make my pussy feel good,” you beg.

“Bend over this dick again, do it,” Erik spoke with a clenched jaw. You bend over him while he jerked his dick, his fat tip sliding between your labia and resting at your entrance. The tip of his dick was right there, moving back and forth, causing your pussy to make noises. The next best feeling in the world is sitting right above Erik’s dick and just bouncing on the tip, not quite letting it go in. Your ass bounced and your pussy creamed. Each time you tried to sank lower, Erik would pop your ass sharply.

“Daddy, I want you inside of me.”

“I know you do, Kitty, I know,” Erik slaps your clit again before dragging his dick back down to tease you again, “Too bad you’re not going to.”

“Fuck,” You pout your lips, moving your hips as much as you could do that he would have no other choice but to accept your tight wet puss wrapped around his thick pipe.

“Damn, just looking at you and feeling this pussy glide along my dick is making me wanna bust a nut. I’m gonna bust a huge nut on this pussy-“

“Please! Uhhh!” Erik grabs you by the throat.

“Shut that fucking yelling up before I put this dick away-“

“Daddy-“

“Damn, my shit is hella hard. Don’t you fucking move before I tear that ass up.”

You tried staying still but the more he slapped the weight of his dick on your clit, circled your entrance with his dick, and made you hold your pussy lips open so he could move his dick from side to side up and down your folds, you wanted to cum hard.

“Fuck, hmph, this good fucking pussy about to make me nut and I ain’t even in there.”

“Yes, Daddy. I love the way you move your fat, black, dick along my pussy like that. Can Kitty cum on Daddy’s good dick?”

“FUCK!”

While Erik rubs his dick from your entrance, between your labia, and to your clit over and over his cum shot from him. Thick, white, and creamy, he generously coated your folds with as much as his balls produced. You felt so warm and sticky down there. The feeling of his cum dripping has you moving your hips. Erik looked spent, chest rising and falling, onyx eyes low, lips parted. You wanted to lick his dick clean and taste the cum off your pussy but Erik wasn’t having that. He reached between your legs, pulling your panties back in place.

“Daddy?” You look at him with a confused expression.

“Let’s go to lunch before it gets too late.”

Your panties were drenched. How were you supposed to sit and eat when each time you moved you could feel his cum all over your pussy?

“But...,” You disobey him by opening your legs to show him all his cum on your pussy, “Why not eat me instead?”

“Nasty little bitch,” Erik watched you open your legs to show him his cum, “You like all my cum on your pussy like that, I can tell, Eric ain’t giving it to you like your nasty ass deserves. That’s why you gotta leave him, baby girl. You gotta come with me. No other bitch can make Daddy feel the way he feels except for you. This is where you belong, ma. On this dick, in my arms, on my face, in my bed...”

You have Erik’s cum on your pussy. You let this man do things to your body you would have never known a man could do. He’s always there when Eric with the “C” decides to go M.I.A without care. You could rightfully say that you did belong to him. You knew what you had to do. Leave Eric with the “C” behind.

“I want you to call him, and I want you to break up with him. You hear me?”

“W-when?” You ask while his fingers rubbed up and down your cum covered folds.

“Today,” Erik brings his fingers to your mouth. Without question, you suck on them.

“Mmm,” Erik hummed before licks his lips as he watched you suck his cum off his fingers.

Licking your lips clean, you look up at Erik innocently, “What if he doesn’t answer?”

“Then call back until he does. I want you to do it today. If you’re coming back with me, he needs to be out of the picture, got it?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

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No response from Eric. You weren’t surprised at all.

Finally, it was the end of the day. Erik dropped you off in his G-Wagon to your place so you could take a shower and talk to Eric with the “C” he was away still in NYC so you decided to try and contact him on FaceTime instead of talking over the phone. When Erik pulls up on the other side of the street to avoid nosy neighbors, you could make out Eric’s bright red Dodge Charger parked behind your Prius. A puzzled expression came over your face, Erik looking at you with an equally confused expression.

“What’s up?” He looks from your eyes to the red car.

“That’s Eric’s car,” You frown, “Why is he home so early?”

Erik looks at you with a crease in his brow, “He didn’t even tell you he was back? The fuck is up with that?” Erik shakes his head, “Even after you blew his phone up?”

“I know,” You unbuckle your seat belt, opening the car door. You grab your purse, giving Erik one final look before blowing him a kiss, closing the door.” Erik didn’t move from his spot, he watched you cross over quickly, walking down the cobblestone trail of your home. Turning, you wave goodbye before watching him drive off down the street. You closed the door, tossing your keys down on the end table near the front door before walking further into your home. Eric must have been burning your favorite candles; Yankee Candle Maple Pancakes. Why would he have your candles lit so early in the day? It confused you.

“Eric?” Your melodic voice calls out to him. Quickened footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs, an alarmed expression on Eric’s face. He was wearing a red Lacoste shirt with a pair of cargo shorts, black socks on his feet and his hair no longer freshly cut like it was when you first saw him almost a week ago. He was supposed to be gone for two full weeks.

“Hey, you’re back pretty early.”

“Yeah...I saw your car out front. Came in thinking you would be here but,” Eric shrugs, placing a small smile on his face, “Um, babe, we need to talk-“

“Oh, NOW we need to talk,” you let out a suppressed laugh, “That’s funny. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for the past few days and all you’ve given me were dry responses, Eric. So, don’t try and stand there talking about, LETS TALK.”

Eric walks down the remaining steps, hands in his pockets and frustration on his face. You look him up and down with rage, your foot tapping to calm herself.

“Once again, I’m not surprised that you don’t care. Who is she, Eric? Who’s the bitch?”

“What are you talking about?” Eric gave you his usual clueless expression, “what makes you think that’s what this is about-“

“Because I know that’s what it is! You go on these frequent trips, you never once think about me, I used to be worried but now that’s no longer my issue because you don’t care, so why the hell should I?”

“Y/N, can we just talk without all this. I’m trying to have an adult conversation with you.”

“Whatever,” You motion for him to talk with an attitude.

“I think we should break up. I’m not feeling this relationship anymore. I don’t want to put both of us through this-“

“Okay,” You shrug, a beaming grin on your face, “I was going to do the honors but since you decided to steal the shine from me-“

“And I think you should move out.”

You felt like the air from your lungs was sucked out with a vacuum. You blinked at Eric, frozen expression on your face. He wanted you to leave? Yes, this was his mother’s home that she left for him when she passed along with all of her money because he was a mama’s boy but the fact that he would throw you out after five years? You were stunned. Hurt even. As much as you wanted to end things with him as well, you would have never done this to him at all.

“Eric, are-are you seriously kicking me out?”

“I’m sorry,” He looks down at his feet, “I just...I don’t think it makes sense for us to stay here together if we aren’t dating anymore.”

“We were in a RELATIONSHIP. Five FUCKING YEARS!” You throw your purse at him, “Five years and you throw me out?!!!! What the fuck, Eric! What am I supposed to do? I-“ You pause, laughing hard from how angry you were and how shaky your hands are. You would be straight, Erik with the “K” would gladly pull up right now, help you pack all your things, and bring you to his place. You knew he would even if this fling just started a day ago.

“Pause,” You say trying to figure out exactly why he was doing this, “You come back early, then you break up with me, then you tell me to leave. Nah, there is something you’re not telling me. You’re hiding something and it’s big...it’s so big. I can see it in your face. You probably want me gone because you know it will disgust me, right? How many women, Eric? Did you get someone pregnant? are you married to someone I didn’t know about for all of these years?”

“I just...I’m just not happy anymore,” Eric spoke with a blank expression on his face as if he practiced saying those exact words in the mirror.

“Yeah, okay,” You bump past Eric. Eric grabs your upper arm, turning you around to look at him.

“I hope we can still be friends.”

You jerk your arm out of his grasp, “Get the fuck off of me. I don’t stay friends with my exes. What for?”

“Where are you going Y/N?” Eric asks with an exhausting tone.

“To pack my things. Whatever I can pack for now and LEAVE. Remember?”

“Don’t worry, I have a UHAUL friend who can come and get your things-“

“WHAT?!!!” You shout, your hand coming up to slap Eric clean across his face, “You had this all planned out?!!!!”

Eric rubs his jaw, his eyes cold, “See, this is why I can’t deal with your ass,” Eric’s calm mood changed to fury, “You think you can talk to me like that? You lived off of me, girl. I bought those expensive shoes, I pay your car payments, I provided a roof over your head. Then, you want to turn around and hit me? How about you leave right now-“

“Don’t talk to me like I’m some gold digger bitch, Eric! I accepted those gifts because you gave them to me as gifts. What the fuck you think I’m gonna do? Say no? And we both decided moving together would be best! Don’t do that, nigga. Don’t make me out to be some money-grubbing bitch who always has her hand out-“

“Just leave,” Erik points to the door with his thumb. He was over trying to be reasonable, “get out Y/N-“

“NO!” You yell in his face. So close you could smell his cheap cologne, “You’re bragging so much about money buy better cologne, DICK, smelling like ass-“

Ring Ring

Calvin angrily pulls his phone out of his pocket, his eyes glancing down at the screen, expression softening and a sneaky look replaced. He turns his back, one hand on his hip and his voice low and unrecognizable.

“Hey, hey, um,” He scratches his head, “We can’t talk right now-“

“Who is that?!” You yell, “Eric...why must you keep lying through your crooked ass teeth! Who is that bitch?!”

Eric looked like he was ready to explode, “I have to go, okay?” He tried to hang up but you were swift, grabbing the phone from his grip, bringing it to your ear while walking away.

“NO! Y/N STOP!!!” Eric speed walks after you with a fearful expression on his face. Too bad you already started speaking on the phone. Eric’s heart dropped to his stomach.

“Who is this!? Is this the bitch my man has been fucking for over three years?!”

“I guess I am that bitch now, huh?”

You drop the phone, Eric’s screen cracking against the linoleum floor in the kitchen.

“SHIT!” Eric crouched down to pick it up, cursing while admiring it. You slowly brought a hand to your mouth, turning in your boots to look at Eric with cold, distant eyes. Erik blinked up at you, noticing your expression before closing his eyes with defeat and guilt.

“You nasty motherfucker,” You wanted to kick Eric in his face, “How long?”

“Y/N, please, we can talk about this-“

“HOW LONG!!!!!!!” You felt your throat grow raw before your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Two years since December.”

You could feel your knees buckle.

“Two...years- oh my GOD,” You were remembering, your head nodding slowly, “So, that’s what you were doing when I came looking for you at the Christmas party?”

“Yes.” Eric couldn’t even stare into your eyes. He was ashamed. He ought to be. For two years he was fucking-

“Calvin? Really? So what? You’re gay or something?”

“I-I don’t know-“

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know? How wouldn’t you know dumb ass? You're sticking your dick in another man’s ass just for fun then? Make it make sense because I’m confused.”

“I-I think I am. I think I’ve been for the past few years-“

“So, when I came looking for you at the party and you came out of the restroom with Calvin walking out after you...y’all were having sex?”

“Yes-“

“And then Calvin was at work today talking about getting done in the butt by some man! It was about you wasn’t it?!!!!”

Eric opened his mouth, ready to speak but your hand came up to stop him.

“SAVE IT. I can’t believe you. This-I would have never expected this. My coworker? He’s probably telling the entire staff about it! He asked me how you were doing today! How could you humiliate me like that?!!”

“IM FUCKING SORRY!” Eric begins to cry like a big ass baby, “IM SO FUCKING SORRY Y/N!”

“All those trips?! Explain that to me! Go ahead!”

Eric clears his throat, having difficulty forming his words from all the crying he was doing, “The-The trips were for vlogging at first. Fred? You remember Fred? My friend from the Philippines? He’s gay. My...my first time with a man was with him and this is before we started dating. I was confused. I tried to ignore all the signs so I started dating you. I thought I could shake it at first, but...When I first met Calvin...it just...it just happened. So, after that...I just started faking trips to NYC for food to mess around with Calvin for a while-“

“Eric, I think I heard enough. I feel like if I keep hearing you talk, I’m going to vomit. Just-just get the fuck out of my way before I do something that will put my ass in jail.”

You wanted to choke him and you wanted to choke Calvin. You really wanted to get back at Eric and tell him that you are fucking your coworker but that wouldn’t benefit anything. All Eric would do is tell Calvin and then Calvin will tell everyone else. You didn’t need that. You wanted to keep Erik and yourself a secret for as long as you could, especially with the Alaska trip coming up. You stormed up the stairs, stopping in the hallway to grab a few suitcases to fill up with clothes and shoes for now until you got a UHAUL to get your other things. You couldn’t stay in that home for another minute. You felt like you were suffocating. Eric didn’t bother coming up the stairs and you were glad. You needed to pack in peace.

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“Can you come down to the lobby? I’m here.”

“Come down? I thought I was picking you up?”

“No need. I have two suitcases and they are really heavy.”

“Aight, I’ll be down in about five minutes. Let me put a shirt on.”

Beep

You have on a camel-colored matching set with a cropped cami and biker shorts with Balenciaga Tripple S sneakers on your feet in white. Your braids were tossed over one shoulder and you had a pair of glasses on since crying so much bothered your eyes with the contacts in. You blew air through your cheeks as you waited for Erik to make his way to you.

Ding-Ding

Walking off the elevator in mustard-colored sweats and a plain black T-shirt with the Ruff Ryders Entertainment logo on it, feet in a pair of Nike Benassi slides and two Cuban link gold chains around his neck, was Erik with the “K”. His eyes focused on the two suitcases before noticing the sadness in your chestnut eyes. His jaw clenched and his hands went into fists, veins rolling under the skin on his hands and arms. The minute he stopped in front of you, you could smell A woody, aromatic fragrance wafting from his skin. It was a provocative blend of citrus and woods that liberates the senses. Fresh, clean and profoundly sensual. His smell is comforting for you. His hands came up to rub your upper arms, tilting his head down at you with a crease in his brows.

“What did he do?” Those were his first words. They were simple words but the way Erik spoke them you knew he was pissed because of how sad you looked.

“We can talk about it upstairs,” you heaved a big sigh, “It’s-it’s too much-“

“Shhh-shhh, don’t stress yourself out more, come on.”

Erik grabs both handles to the suitcases, motioning with a tilt of his head for you to walk forward towards the elevators. You press the button, staring at your reflection through the elevator doors, Erik approaching you from behind. His head comes around your shoulder to rest his chin there before placing soft kisses on your neck. You bring your hand up to rub the back of his head before playing with his dreads. His smell mixed with his soft lips calms you down. This is exactly what you needed. The elevator doors opened, and you step inside, holding the door so Erik could come in with the two full suitcases. The doors close, the feeling of being elevated surrounding you as you press your body into a corner. Erik just simply watched you. You watched him back before your eyes cascaded down his body to stare at his feet. You never looked at them before but looking at them now you admired how well he kept up with them. No surprise, this man’s skin was smooth and blemish-free. His entire body actually. 

The 30th floor came, the doors to the elevator opening. Erik leaves first with both of the suitcases, walking up to his door. You follow closely behind him, staring at his broad back. Staring at him just reminded you of how much you appreciate him. Why couldn’t Erik with the “K” be the only Erik in your life? You felt like you wasted the past five years. 

“Here, reach in my pocket to grab my keys, baby girl.”

You reach into his left pocket, feeling around a little too much causing the tips of your fingers to brush along the side of his dick. This man was free-balling under those sweats. 

Erik lets out a husky laugh, “Uh-huh, you gon’ get it, baby girl, let’s get in my place first.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you spoke breathlessly, “But I’m glad I did.”

You pull his keys from his pocket. 

“It’s the gold key, the one that’s bent...don't ask, it was a drunk night with the boys.”

You laugh with a shake of your head before opening his door, the same beautiful Penthouse with the city view that you remember from that morning still just as breathtaking and bright. Swinging Erik’s keys on your finger, you kick off your shoes so that you won’t stain his Icelandia White Hand-Knotted Rug. Erik does the same before picking up your suitcases by the carry handles, walking the bags to the second level in his Penthouse Suite. You follow him up as well. There, in his bedroom, Erik places both of the bags near his walk-in closet, turning towards you with his arms open wide. You walk into his embrace, resting your head on his chest while he rubs his hands up and down your back.

“Talk to me, Princess,” He presses his nose into your braids, “Tell me what happened.”

You move your head, resting your chin on his chest while staring up at him with your pretty chestnut eyes, “He broke up with me.”

“He did? Hm,” Erik brushes your cheek with a single finger.

“And he kicked me out,” You rub your temples.

“Really?! Oh hell fucking Nah-“

“It’s okay, It’s his house, I don’t care anymore-“

“I care. That’s some bullshit. Don’t let me catch him-“

“Erik, it’s okay, trust me,” You grab his chin, making him look at you, “Fuck him, okay? Fuck that bastard.”

“That motherfucker got a death wish. What if you had nowhere to go?”

You loved his gruff tone and the threats he made. You didn’t for one second doubt that Erik had a dangerous streak. 

“Yeah. I was happy at first about breaking up, relieved...but...then I found out some shit that I still can’t wrap my mind around and it’s taking all of me not to hop in my car, go back to that house, and fuck him up-“

“I’ll fuck his ass up. I’ve been wanting to break his face for a while after the way he treats you. Treat you like you don’t even exist.”

“That’s the thing...we could go back and get his ass real good right now. You can use one of those sticks right there,” you were referring to the sticks resting on a wall wrack, “What kinds of sticks are those anyway?”

“Zulu sticks, South African,” Erik smiles, “You really want to fuck him up, huh?”

“Mhm,” You roll your eyes at the thought of Eric, “He’s been cheating on me for two years.”

Erik raises his brows, air leaving his nose harshly, “WOW, so that’s what he does when he says he’s going away?”

“It’s not the fact that he’s been cheating that really pisses me off, it’s who he’s been cheating with.”

Erik tilts his head while squinting his eyes, “Who?”

“Calvin.” 

“Did you just say, Calvin? Like, Calvin Richardson that we work with? The loudmouth Data Analyst that gossips all day every day?” 

“Yes. Eric is a closet homosexual.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Erik spoke with shock, “So, when did this-“

“The company Christmas Party in 2018. That’s when it started.”

“What the fuck,” Erik spoke mostly to himself with disbelief, “That’s...which stick should we use?”

You chuckle, “Whichever one, I just want his ass beat. I am so pissed off. No wonder why Calvin was being an asshole towards me today. Erik, what if he told people? What if I’m a laughing joke at work?”

“Nah,” Erik brings you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist, “He’s the laughing joke if he thinks that he’s gonna get to you. Like I said, you belong to me now. Plus, I wouldn’t let that shit fly. Calvin would be out of a job real quick.”

“Yes, Daddy,” You close your eyes from his touch on your skin, “You just make me feel so good. I love the way you make me feel.”

“This is only the beginning, baby girl. You fucking with a real man. You’re in good hands with me, baby, you best believe that.”

You give Erik a soft smile, staring at his lips with a hunger to feast on him. 

“Let Daddy fuck the sadness out of you,” Erik whispers, his hands coming down to cup both of your ass cheeks, “Let me fuck you and show you what you’re getting from now on. All of me, you hear me?”

“Yes, please,” You stand on your tiptoes, lips almost connecting with his, “Fuck me.”

“Fuck you?” 

“Please...please?”

“Say it again, again...again?” 

“Please!” Your lips crash with his. At that moment you could feel your body shivering with a need for him. Your legs come up and around his waist while your lips dance with his. Sticking your tongue out, you watch as Erik’s tongue glides along yours before he takes his lips to suck on it. Your eyes flutter shut and your hips begin to move over him. Erik slides his lips off your tongue, bringing his lips to your neck before coming up to suck on your diamond-studded earlobe.

“I want to fuck you until you shake. Until you scream. Until you're nothing but a little mess lost in the pleasure I'm giving you. Then when you cum, I'll come cuddle you and give you a kiss, while telling you how much of a good little slut you are…”

All of that sounded perfect. Your body needed to mold with Erik’s. Desperately, you pull at his shirt from behind trying your best to get it off of him so you could feel his russet skin against yours. 

“Daddy...please put your thick dick inside of me...please fill me up,” You drag your tongue over his cheek, “Pretty please? I just want you to fuck me into this bed so fucking hard. My pussy needs it. Just give me some dick, Daddy.”

“Mhm,” Erik walks you over to his bed, hands grabbing at your ass, making you bounce over his erection, “I got you, baby. Daddy got you always, okay?” 

“Umph, Daddy, right there...I can feel it hitting my pussy each time you do that.”

You bring your hand down between you both to pull the waistband of his sweats down, nails dragging along his V-cut, your fingers descend to find his warm and solid dick. You try to stroke him but Erik lays you on your back on the bed, his sweats making his dick poke out and curve to the side. Just looking at his dick made your pussy jump and clench like he was already in your walls beating them down. Without another word, you begin to undress. There was no way you could wait for him, you needed him. 

“You wanna play with Daddy?” He removes his shirt, “Cuz Daddy wants to play with you all damn night.”

“Let’s play,” you were in your black bra and black thong, spreading your legs so he could see your phat pussy lips covered in the thong. The fabric hardly covered your pussy. Then, you pull the cups of your bra down, breast slipping out for him as well. 

“ mmmm, those big ass titties. I love it when you’re begging me, baby. I got you barely being able to stand me not being inside you. That’s how I want you...nice and wet for me all the time. Your mine.”

“Yes, Daddy-“

“Show Daddy that pretty pussy...come on...show me what she’s looking like right now.”

You pull your thong to the side, spreading your thick thighs further to give Erik a view of your pussy. The crease in his brows, his low eyes, the way he nibbled on his bottom lip, all of those things made you gasp. 

“That sexy little pussy,” Erik was palming his dick through his sweats, “Damn, ma, that’s a beautiful pussy. Look at that kat all nice and wet because of me. I just wanna eat, lick, and slurp that shit up,” Erik takes his fingers to spread you open so he could see your tight yet deep entrance. It was creamy and shining with your wetness, “Oh my fucking God...I need you, I need you right fucking now. Shit doesn't make no sense.”

“Take me, Daddy, I love it when you do that to me-“

“If you love that shit so much come here and sit on my fucking face,” Erik lays flat on his back, pulling you over to him by both of your legs. You squeal from how rough he was before lifting up and squatting over his mouth.

“Turn that ass around, I’m eating this from the back.”

You turn around, your ass all in Erik’s face. He bites your ass cheeks, his mouth getting lower and lower before he wraps his lips around your clit in an instant. You automatically open your legs more for him, your hips grinding up and down his mouth. Your lips part and your eyes roll shit as you feel his fingers yank your thong while his tongue slurped loudly in between your pussy lips. It was so loud and nasty that you had to look back at him because of it. You could feel him really eating the fuck out of your pussy. 

“Mmmhmmm,” His hands come up to jiggle your ass cheeks. You moan his name over and over again. Erik gently tugged on your clit with his lips before sucking it into his mouth like he was slurping oysters out a shell. Your hands grab at Erik’s legs, glossy eyes staring at his dick jumping in his sweats. With your fingers, you push his sweats down, his dick bobbing up and hitting you on your mouth. Using your tongue you swirl the tip of his dick before sinking your lips fully around him. You wanted to cherish his dick as much as he adores your pussy. While Erik worked his mouth on your pussy, you sucking him with passion. Your hand reached forward to grab his balls. You squeeze them in your hand while slobbering all over Erik’s dick. A dick this size you needed it in your life permanently. One beautiful black dick to swallow down your throat.

Mmm!” You pop your mouth off of Erik’s dick, ass bouncing on his face, “Shit, baby!! Yes! Eat me! Eat me!”

Erik didn’t even talk, all he did was work that mouth on your pussy getting every single spot. 

“Fuck, Daddy, fuckkkkkkk, why you gotta eat my pussy like that, huh? Is it because I’m a nasty little bitch? Why, Daddy? Fuckkkk, I can’t take it...Daddy...I’m gonna cum!”

Erik’s arms came up to hold you in place as his tongue wiggles as deep as it can go inside of you. You could feel yourself coating his tongue. Your ass cheeks smothered him and just when you thought it was over, his tongue dragged to your ass to show that area some attention too. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your pussy was overly wet and now he was licking your ass. You place your lips on his dick again, making yourself gag because you were determined to make that fat dick cum. He deserves it for making you feel so damn good like that. His grunts were muffled because your pussy was still on his mouth. The more you sucked, the thicker his dick became. Erik strikes your ass over and over for making him feel the way he felt. You do nothing but pop your ass, accepting the stinging and numbing effect of his hits. 

“Daddy, cum in my mouth, come on, Daddy, give it to me,” You suck on the tip of his dick before smacking your tongue with it, “gimmie, Daddy, I need it,” you suck all of him into your mouth before popping your lips off loudly, “It’s so thick and pretty...I love Daddy’s big dick.”

Erik was no more good, his lips left your pussy and all you could hear were loud moans. Moans that you could hear on replay all damn day. He let you take over and control him. Hopping off his face, you turn around so that you can watch his face while you suck him. His eyes were closed and his wet mouth was parted. Then, the sight of his eyes rolling made you suck harder. 

Erik licks his lips while watching you, “Good bitch, suck on Daddy just like that. You love dick in your mouth. Always hungry to suck Daddy. You’d suck my dick anywhere wouldn’t you?” You nod your head while batting your lashes, “Yeah...that’s why you’re my nasty little bitch. You know just when to make Daddy proud. Good girls get all this dick in their mouth. Fuckkkk.”

Erik grabs a fist full of your braids before his cum soaked your entire mouth. You swallow some but the rest drips down the side of his dick. 

“Look at you, get all that shit to, don’t waste none of my Shit,” Erik grabs your hair forcefully to make you lick him, “Lick me up...yeah...yeah...fuck, Hmph, ughhhhh,” Erik was cumming some more, “What is up with that good mouth?” 

You giggle, “Daddy likes it I see.”

“Nah, Daddy loves it,” Erik grabs your neck, leaning forward to tongue kiss you.

Your breath halted as that same wet tongue trailed between your breasts.

“Bend over baby,” Erik whispers while twirling your nipples, “Bend over so Daddy can dig deep in that puss while I grip these braids.” 

“Fuck, Daddy,” You lift up, arching your back so deep you looked like you didn’t have a spine. Erik lifts to his knees behind you, taking the weight of his fat meat to slap your pussy. This gave you flashbacks. 

“That’s how I like em, nice and thick,” Erik slaps your ass, “How you like it, Kitty?”

“Heavy and fulfilling,” you spread your pussy lips for him, “put all that thickness in me, Daddy, spread me open.”

“Damn, bust that shit wide open, ma?” Erik pokes your clit with the tip of his dick, “you are leaking all over my fucking dick. You better throw that ass back on me too. You want this dick deep in you, you take what you want,” Erik slaps your ass, “Understand?”

“Umph, yes,” You reach back to grab his dick lining it up with your anxious hole before allowing the tip to pop right in. Your back flexed and then your pussy automatically clenched up. 

“Damn, Daddy, Umph,” You suck in a deep breath before taking all of him in your pussy, “oooooooooooo.”

“I know, baby, I know. It’s a lot of dick. But you’re such a good girl. You took it before, you can take it now. Make me proud, baby, show Daddy you don’t run from a big dick.”

You begin to throw your ass back on Erik. Each time he filled you up you would hiss and your breath would rush in and out in a desperate rhythm. It was so much dick that you couldn’t even stop yourself even if you tried. Once that tight pussy wrapped around him and practically swallowed him whole there was no way that cunt was going to let him go. Your pussy loved Erik’s dick. You look back at him, locking eyes, ass popping off his hips and the sound of your sex so loud because of how wet you are. The connection you both had made you cum on his dick before you could even get started. Your harsh and uneven breaths along with your wide eyes turned Erik on so much that he couldn’t help but to take control. His hands were in your hair as he beat that pussy up. It felt like he was sucker-punching your walls with how hard and fast he was going.

“The way you had me cumming on that pussy earlier I wanted to stuff you on sight,” Erik brought his lips to your ear while he delivered deep pressured strokes, “But you were being a naughty little girl. Now, you're being a good girl and giving this pussy up for Daddy to take. Want me to fuck you all night? I’ll fuck you and leave this dick in you.” 

“Please, Daddy, OH SHIT!!!” Erik was stroking your G-spot from an angle you didn’t know existed until you started fucking him. Now, your arch wasn’t the way he wanted it because of how sensitive you were.

“Nah, baby, fix that back, come on...fix that fucking back!” Erik slams his dick in you, your fingers clawing at the sheets, “Uh-huh, that’s how I want you...I want you just-like-THAT,” You look back at him with disbelief that he was pounding you like that. Erik sucks on your bottom lip to swallow your moans while your pussy drips onto him and the bed. You felt dizzy from that orgasm. You couldn’t even comprehend that Erik was pulling you over top of him, grabbing your hips, spreading his toned thighs, and fucking up into you at a rapid pace. He was staring at your pretty face while he damn near battered your walls into a cumming frenzy. You looked back and noticed how much your ass shook and bounced. His balls were slapping you in your ass. You were so overwhelmed trying to absorb everything that's happening to you. It was as if you were high off of the sex. Drunk even. 

“Look at that ass,” Erik watched the way he fucked you through a mirror on his wall straight across from the foot of his bed, “I’m in that pussy, girl...I’m deep in that pretty little thing...shit, look at all that cream...you are a messy little thing aren’t you, Kitty?”

You push at Erik’s chest to slow him down but that only made him bounce you over his dick himself. This time, you felt that shit in your guts. You try and ride just the tip of him but no, Erik wanted you fully wrapped around him. 

“Baby girl, Daddy likes having this big dick in you, stop tryna run from me, okay?” He licks your neck, “Stop doing that before you make me fucking mad.” He said that last part with a deep-chested voice that made your spine tingle.

“I’m trying, Daddy, your dick is just so good,” You could feel yourself crying.

“Ain’t that how it’s supposed to be? If my dick feels so good, don’t you want me to stay?” Erik was so deep the top of his dick touched your cervix in a way where it was too much but it felt so good. Your pussy creamed more in response. 

“Y-yessssss,” Your tears drop to his chest.

“Fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful. Fuck that nigga for treating you like that. You are too precious to be treated like shit, “His dick stroked in and out slowly, “Just know this...I would never treat you like that,” Erik moves your hips in a sort of dance on his dick, “I would never make you cry unless it’s because of my dick filling you up. I will always be there to treat you like a princess. I will always please that body like you deserve.”

“Uhhh!!! Umph!” Your pussy squeezes his dick. The grip you had around him was so tight. You knew your phat pussy was swollen and sloppy. You just knew that Erik’s dick was covered from the tip down to his heavy sack with all of your fluids. All of that sugar. 

“Mmmm!” You moan with a light voice over and over again. Even slow-motion made you cum. You cum with a tremble of your lower lip. Erik just simply watched you with a smile on his sweaty face. 

“That’s it, baby, take this fat dick, yes, look at your face, damn, baby, you are out of it. My dick got you seeing stars, love,” He pulled his dick out to the tip so that it could stroke your G-spot, “Now, all that squirting you do? Squirt on my dick. Shitttttt, make a big ass mess for me, Y/N...where’s that squirt at? Ruin my fucking bed.”

Your squirting pussy showered his dick and made a puddle on the bed.

“This beautiful pussy. If my dick making it do all this I don’t ever wanna stop fucking you.”

His words made you so weak. With a pout of your lips, you lift off of him, taking your hungry mouth to suck him clean. Man, you tasted so good on him. 

“Arch your back and turn to the side,” Erik spoke softly. You do as you are told while sucking his dick. You jerk slightly when his long and thick fingers make their way inside of your pussy. This is what you craved earlier but couldn’t have. Now, while your pussy is overstimulated and covered in your cum, he decided to finger you with three of his thick fingers until you came on his hand. You look at him, lips popping off and a sharp moan escaping your mouth. All you could muster were moans; deep, intense moans. His fingers were just gliding in and out of you with so much ease because of your dripping peach. Your legs spread wider, breath choppy and irregular. 

“Daddy in there?” He says all of this while watching your reaction, “I just couldn’t help myself. You feel so good on my dick I had to finger fuck this pussy so I can feel just how good she really is.”

“Umph, Daddy, I’m cumming, mmmm! You always make me cum so hard!”

Like a leaking faucet, you squirt again. So much fluid drained from you. Your body could no longer sit up. You collapse with your cheek resting on Erik’s dick. He still has his fingers inside of you, dragging them up to rub your clit before sinking back inside. Your tears stained his dick. 

“Uhhh!!!!! Uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh!” Creamy liquid coated Erik’s hand. 

“FUCK YES,” Erik brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them like a vampire in need of blood. You watch with low eyes as he drags his long and thick tongue over his entire hand, never missing a spot. He just loved tasting you and making you cum. 

“Come up here and lay on your side so Daddy can fuck you.” 

Each command you followed. You crawled up beside him, flipping your braids over your shoulder. He takes his hand, forcefully opening your leg as wide as it could go since you were so damn flexible, his other hand gripping his dick before he thrust up into you like BAM! Your breasts bounced and swayed, Erik, reaching around to pinch and pull your nipples with one hand with his other hand holding your thigh up. He was staring with low eyes at the side of your face. This position had to be your favorite so far with him. You could turn your head back and kiss him, and the feeling of him pressed close to your back with his hard sweaty abs and chest made you grind your hips back on him. His dick from that angle punishing your walls was such an erotic sight. His beautiful dick with your pretty pussy wrapped around him had you watching it go in and out. 

“Rub that juicy clit,” Erik speaks into your ear with a rough tone, “Rub her and make her nice and hard for me to suck on later.”

“Mmmmmhhh,” you rub it gently since it was so sensitive.

“Tight fucking pussy,” Erik bites your shoulder, “Don’t want Daddy to go do you?”

“No, Daddy-“

“I’m fucking you all night, believe that shit.”

“I believe it, Daddy, Umph,”

“This is my pussy,” Erik bites your neck, “Daddy’s dick feels so good, girl. Such a good girl with some good pussy. That’s my good girl pleasing Daddy’s dick like Kitty is supposed to.”

Erik rubs his hands up your thigh before he hooked his arm under your knee, “Ima cum so deep in this pussy. You got me ready to shoot all this cum in you, girl. Best pussy I ever had,” Erik roughly pulls your legs apart making you fall onto your back. He didn’t say a word as he got up in that juicy kat, your hands coming up on each side of your head to grip the sheets, breasts bouncing and swaying, shallow pants leaving your mouth, eyes closed, all the muscles in your body spasmodic. He pulls your thighs back, his dick beating the breaks off your walls. With a weak neck because of how good he was fucking you, you look up at him then down at your pussy with hooded eyes.

“Damn, Daddy, you're really-really in my pussyyyyyy, fuckkkkkkkkk,” You were cumming again, “Oh my goodness!”

“Ooooo, you bitch, mmmmmm, look at my fucking dick!” 

Your eyes watch him spread you open.

“My shit is damn near ripping this little pussy to shreds. Poor little pussy. Too bad she gotta take it. I’ll kiss her real good afterward-“

“Please, Daddy?” You whimper. 

“I promise, baby girl.” 

Erik was growing so thick you want to push him out but Erik’s form grip on your thighs didn’t allow that. Your hips meeting him in a dirty dance before he grunts and moans, dick cumming and filling you up again. You grab his chains to bring him closer to you, your lips sucking on his while he emptied his cum where it belonged. 

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[calypsoff]

Seventy Two.

I’ve been very busy these past few weeks, I’ve been to Miami and back just dropping off my clothing line for clients and then rushing back because of my wife of course, because she needs me. I have been offered to be stay over but I said no, I rather be here with Robyn for every moment “how is things?” We have had the designer here for a few days now, he’s been designing my daughter room and I’m excited to see because they are just doing a lot of the storage system at the moment, she’s going to be one lucky girl with what’s she’s getting done, a real life princess she will be “good, we have extended the back wall which has given the baby a walk in closet. Robyn wanted her to have closet space and she said it was small so we have done that and if you look here” walking behind him, the bedroom is huge, she is lucky as hell “this part is her play area but look at this walk in closet, you can fill this part with diapers and everything, this is just for utilities, this wall was just put up yesterday which was part of the bathroom. We kept the bathtub in there for baths still but what you think?” Nodding my head “spacious, I know the closet here was small, the one down the hall is bigger but we wanted her close by to us, but I am happy with it. So you still going to put Fenty-Brown here on the wall” walking back out “yeah we are still doing that, integrated the cameras here and monitors for her” nodding my head “Chris can I speak to you, hi” Robyn left the bedroom “I guess that’s me” walking off, I wonder what Robyn wants. It seems a little urgent or something has upset her “I am in the bedroom” clearing my throat making my way to the bedroom, I have pretty much just come back from Miami, so I didn’t see Robyn last night “what’s up?” Closing the door “does my skin look different, look at my face. Can you see the freckles here. Look at my cheeks, here. Can you see it” staring at Robyn “you not even looking and look” she lifted her top up “the line on my stomach” sighing out “it’s fine Robyn, I don’t see an issue. Your skin is fine, you’re panicking too much” she is doing the most and I hate that “but so much is happening to me, people say I am glowing but with what? With moles” shaking my head “glowing with beauty, stop it” I really can’t wait for pregnancy to be over for Robyn because this is a nightmare.

I can’t believe I am here just cooing over baby clothes; I got some clothes online for our daughter that has been shipped in from London and I can’t believe how cute they look, I am so in love with the Burberry dresses “oh is that what came? I was thinking yesterday when packages came, they were big, and I didn’t know it’s this. You been shopping behind my back for her?” Nodding my head “anything for me” looking up at Robyn, just to check that she is joking but she is being deadass “erm, honestly no. Sorry but have you seen this Fendi blanket they gave us for free and the note says here. Congratulations on the bundle of joy and thank you for choosing child’s play clothing. It’s so dope” Robyn seems a little jealous “mhmm fancy dresses here too, so you chose this behind my back” leaning on the kitchen counter “erm, looks like it?” I don’t know what she wants me to say “ok, I mean it’s not like I am not carry her. I am not going through the pain and changes ok” I breathed out “we are going shopping today” Robyn walked off, of course she did and of course she is crying. I mean of course she is, why is she crying over me spending money on our daughter. I swear she said that we needed to start buying clothes, I maybe should have got her something. I don’t know anymore; women are just so sensitive over the littlest things and I am not sure if she’s sad that I chose clothes without her or that I didn’t buy her anything, but I guess I will now have to investigate on what is wrong.

Robyn is actually really crying, I thought it was a joke and she just had a face on with me but she’s crying “what is wrong now? Honest answer too” I sound so annoyed that is because I am annoyed “nothing, leave me alone” I groaned out “is it because I bought clothes without you? Is that it?” Robyn sniffled “it’s like I don’t matter anymore, I just give birth and that’s it, everyone stops caring. Like you didn’t even think about me, what about me. No gift for me at all” this is really a thing; what am I going to do with her “that is because we are going shopping today and I thought I would get you something while out, that is all. I didn’t forget about you I just you know thought why not just buy something for my while out shopping together. You choose and I pay? How does that sound” she is such a brat “did you really think that or you lying to me?” Shaking my head “I’m not, just knew we was going shopping today. Pick what you want, and I will pay, I got you” Robyn smiled, I deserve an award “you think I could be an actor?” I questioned “you’re an ass; I knew you was lying” she pointed at me “well because you are being a brat, this behaviour needs to stop. Our daughter will be the princess so she comes first, she has to come first” Robyn stared at me not impressed “but you are queen but anyways get dressed, we can go soon” Robyn is a pain in my ass, I am not even joking about this shit either. She is doing the most about everything, so sensitive about things.

I stifled out a yawn, I am just catching up on my email from my clothing line which I haven’t done for a while, but I need to find out what the fuck is up with these niggas Deja and them, I am sick of her posting the same picture of Robyn too, she says I am being a hater. Looking over at my phone as it rang out, answering the call because it is Rorrey “what’s up bro?” putting it on speakerphone “is Robyn around or close?” he asked, let me take this off speakerphone because it seems top secret. Placing the phone against my ear “no she isn’t, everything ok?” I questioned “just wanted to get on you on board so we are planning to do a surprise baby shower for my sister, a little something at the home. We need you to get her out of the house, we just want it small and just close friends and family, but she needs a little something. I spoke to her and she was being so negative, I said you not throwing a party, she said no so I think we will do it” sounds about right with Robyn “yeah, Rorrey. Trust me on this, it ain’t you. She has been like this, these moods are driving me crazy, but I can do that, you want me to take her away for a day or something? I don’t even know if I can deal with her now taking her away” Rorrey snorted laughing “maybe a day trip? Like early morning thing, If you can do that then it will be ok, we can sort the home out” that will be ok “she will be emotional, she is missing Monica a lot but then when I say you want your mom to come she says no” this is good idea, I should have come up with this shit.

We left the builders at the home and went to do some needed shopping with Rich, he’s coming along with us but honestly I am not looking forward to it. Just the simple fact Robyn has been just driving me crazy “do you love me” Robyn asked a simple question, but I can’t help but give a sarcastic answer “when you’re not pregnant, you are amazing. I will never complain about you, you’re the dream then” trying not to laugh but I can’t help it, I know Robyn is just staring at me because she’s so quiet. Looking over at her “yes twin?” Robyn poked her lips out “I am joking, so tell me baby what you want? Anything you want I will buy” I mean I may regret that “I would like to go Hermes, I want a new bag” nodding my head “cool, we will go there for you. I don’t mind, I told you I came out here to spoil you” I am saying that, but I didn’t think Robyn would have been sad that I am buying my daughter things “good luck with that bro, I seen these women bag shop and they are vultures” I can only imagine what they are like.

Rodeo drive is wild, like these stores are just for the rich. Locking my car door as I made my way to Robyn “twin” she is side eying me; she is still stuck on what I said earlier, holding onto her hand “Pop, that is what I am calling you now” here she goes “pop huh? You a brat, we need to speak on this brat behaviour though, you can’t be acting like I have to buy you things as well as our daughter, sometimes princess will get more things because she isn’t being a brat” Robyn poked her lips out “mhmm whatever silly butt, you will spoil me too. Remember who is pushing this baby out” walking to the Hermes store with Robyn “Miss Fenty” oh this guy knows her already “I am back to spend my husband money” Robyn said, she made it clear that she is spending money “well we have just had a new bag just come in” Robyn let my hand go, she is gone now “sit down Chris, I will be back” nodding my head slowly regretting this “she means it about sitting down, these women be taking their time with their bag picking, just you relax” Rich knows “there is a reason why I don’t really come shopping with Robyn, I be trying to avoid this” I sighed out.

I found a few nice pieces of clothing from this store but Robyn on the other hand, I have lost her in this store. She is somewhere “how are you enjoying Robyn, is she fun?” I chuckled “erm, I am not enjoying the pregnancy part, she is so dramatic” seeing Robyn walking with her hand on her bump and two assistants and their hands look full “erm just pay” she pointed, nodding my head looking between Robyn and then two assistants “that’s it, I just go and pay huh?” she nodded her head, I mean what has she even bought, you know I got two shirts out of everything?” I pointed out “and, get up” I sighed out as I got up, let me go and pay “is it expensive?” I asked the assistant and she put her head down “Chris, just go. Men” I am scared, I am very fearful for this because I feel like Robyn has been sneaky and just bought a lot of shit and made it so expensive “sir” the cashier said “hey, how much is what Rihanna bought?” he smiled at “that is seventy one thousand, two hundred sixty two dollars” my mouth fell open “excuse me? What she buy!?” I spat, I mean I shouldn’t ask but what the fuck, I mean what the fuck “seriously?” I had to ask again “yes sir” he is being polite, looking back at Robyn, she just smirked at me.

While Robyn was in the Gucci store I went and got myself a Burberry shirt, I thought I need to do the baby shower in style and be like every nigga, the Burberry shirt special “oh you back” smiling at Robyn “I like this, is it unisex?” touching the cardigan “yes it is” nodding my head “I like that” pressing a kiss to the back of Robyn’ head “please show him the coat, this is for when we go abroad and it’s cold, oh my god. Just look!” Robyn gushed as the assistant the coat Gucci coat “she will look French, like a little French baby” Robyn giggled “I am in love, I have bought her the cutest things Chris. I can’t wait for her to be here already, but we are hungry now” nodding my head “well let’s pay and then we can eat, if you can box this up” we have been shopping lots, so I don’t blame her, I think our daughter has a lot now and I think we need to stop “of course” the assistant started boxing the coat back up “so you get what you needed?” looking at the bag “yeah I did thanks, I was just wanting this shirt, that is all” I can’t wait for Robyn and this surprise for her, she deserves it but do I need to invite my family, I am sure I need too.

It irritates me, maybe it’s just me getting annoyed easily but it irritates me that people don’t know how to give us privacy, I see it. I see people trying to be lowkey by taking pictures of us and I can’t keep on saying it to people because it’s not like they are paparazzi, but it is annoying “you feeling better now? After eating” she seems content “very, you seem annoyed. Was it me?” shaking my head “you have people just there taking pictures, it can be annoying you know. I like us to have our privacy that is al, but how are you feeling?” she poked her lips out “fat, but Chris. Don’t pay the people around you any mind. I am used to it, we can’t battle them all, but I am glad we came shopping. I needed some retail therapy and have my man pay” she smirking but I am not over what that price was “oh yeah, what the fuck did you buy? I have never paid for something that expensive in my life, what the hell. Just wanted to make sure I spent more on your then my daughter huh” I know her “next time you buy things for me and her” I think I will have to be careful, Robyn is wanting to be the main princess.

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Three Days ~ 81

~*~Emma~*~

I loved everything about the calendar Claire had laid out. She was attentive to Sebastian’s schedule and had taken what we wanted to do and made suggestions. On days we stayed in the city there was a combination of guided and free time. We were set up to avoid lines, with Claire assuring us our guide would provide direction and disappear. I literally wanted to get lost. I think that is the only way to find local treasures. I liked to get away from tourist areas. Paris had a good metro system. Picking a direction and hopping off when we saw something interesting would be fun.

We took the elevator down with Claire. She would make our requested changes and arrange everything. We'd have our finalized itinerary when we returned tonight. At her suggestion we reserved a table for seven at a small brasserie. Directions were simple: head south to cross the Seine then west, and the place was a block past the Port Alexandre III bridge. It was half hour walk and took us along the Tuileries Gardens. It also took us by Chanel, Fendi, Louboutin, Atelier, and Valentino. The last being the only place we did more than window shop. Valentino was the show Sebastian was invited to attend. I suspected invited really meant paid to attend. I wasn't going to the show, but I would meet him after for the party. Sebastian would be dressed for the event and looked around to see what he might wear.

Sebastian kept his eye on the time as we strolled hand in hand along the Seine. There were several dinner boats docked along the shore. We found the one we’d be on tomorrow. A dinner cruise at sunset sounded very romantic. Honestly, there wasn't much in Paris that didn't sound romantic. I’m sure some is subconscious with the stereotype of Paris as the City of Love. However, walking over the Port Alexandre III bridge, along the Seine, and sitting down at a table on a cobblestone sidewalk is unarguably romantic.

Looking at his empty wine glass, Sebastian mussed, "French wine tastes better in France."

"It does." I swirled the last bit in my glass, watching the motion of the deep red liquid. "I imagine it’s the combination of food, smell, and ambiance."

Sebastian leaned across the table for a kiss, "And the company."

"Thank you for bringing me along."

"No one I'd rather be with. Anywhere." He took my hand, "If we weren't here, we'd be together in New York."

"It's better to be here."

"Yes," his eyes sparkled with laughter, "it's better to be here." He paid our check and put his arm around me as we walked in the opposite direction from the hotel. I really needed a map, but Sebastian seemed to know where he was going. I was fine to follow along.

A few blocks Later Sebastian squeezed me a little tighter, "Curious?"

"Enjoying the journey." I stroked his side, "Where are you taking me?'

"Someplace I'm told has a beautiful view. I wouldn't know personally, but I have faith."

We came out from buildings to the edge of a greenspace. To the north was a clear view. "La Tour Eiffel." I knew maybe two dozen French words and just used three of them. We walked to the center of the park where a path led to and set up the perfect view. I stopped, turning in to hold onto him. "A very romantic view of the Eiffel Tower at sunset. People will talk."

Sebastian kissed me, our lips parting just enough for a taste. "They're really going to have something to talk about then. Because we'll be enjoying a very romantic sunset view from the second level of La tour Eiffel."

My eyes widened.

"Sunsets are magic. Where else would you and I spend our first sunset in Paris?"

"Good point. You've been plotting." I wrapped my arms around his as we walked.

"Oh Emma, I am always plotting ways to make you smile."

We climbed the stairs to the second level. I was never more thankful for my trips to the gym and running. Claire had told Sebastian the view was better here. The summit was gorgeous, but it was too high to make out the landmarks. We wandered around looking at the view of the city, pointing out where we'd walked, and places we wanted to go. We hung out on the west side of the tower until some people left the railing to head to the top. The view as the sun started to sink was incredible. Clouds had moved in and were giving the pink purple sky texture. Sebastian was pressed against me with his arms wrapped around mine. He kissed the side of my neck, “Feels a little familiar.”

Indeed, it did. Our first kiss started like this. I turned my head enough for him to kiss me, “Almost as perfect.”

Sebastian laid his cheek against mine where we were sharing the same view. “I was so nervous that night.”

“Nervous now?”

“Nope.” He gave me a tight squeeze and kissed by my ear. “I knew you were important, but I never imagined you’d mean as much to me as you do.”

I turned to the side and pulled him around where the sunset was beside us. I smiled, laying my hand over his heart.

Sebastian pulled his head back, “You look like you’re about to cry.”

I shrugged, “Could happen. I’m in Paris, on the Eiffel Tower at sunset, with you telling me how much you love me.”

“I never said those words.”

“You didn’t have to.” I pressed my lips to his, keeping one hand on his chest, the other holding on around his neck. “Te ador, Sebasti-an. Însemni atat de mult pentru mine.” <I adore you. You mean everything to me>.  My vocabulary was limited, but the words didn’t matter as much as him feeling them.

“Ești ca soarele. Mă țineți cald, luminați-mi lumea și aduceți bucurie.Nu vreau să-mi imaginez viața fără tine în ea. Te iubesc din toată inima, Emiliana.”

See, I didn’t understand all those words, but I sure as hell felt them all the way to my toes. Translation would have to wait. I wanted to kiss him in a way that wasn’t approriate for standing on a balcony with other people around. I kept myself in check, while still getting the contact I wanted.

Sebastian put his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “You are like sunshine. You keep me warm, brighten my world, and bring me joy. I dont want to imagine my life without you. I love you with all my heart, Emiliana.”

We kissed again. A little longer. A little deeper. I laid my head on his chest. I don't even know if I have the words to explain how I was feeling. Words didn't come close to covering it. Happy, cherished, safe, loved. None were enough. I felt everything.

"Hey, we need a picture." Sebastian's voice had brought my attention to him, but done nothing to break what I was feeling. He had his phone out and we turned our backs to the sunset.

There was an older couple behind, now in front, of us. The man held out his hand and spoke with a French accent. "I would be happy to take the picture for you."

"Merci." Sebastian handed over his phone.

The woman looked at me after her partner gave Sebastian his phone back. "What language where you speaking?"

"Romanian."

"Ah." She smiled, "I do not know what you were saying, but the moment felt romantic."

Sebastian and I laughed, saying "Sorry" at the same time.

"Non, never apologize for others feeling your love. It's a wonderful thing."

We thanked them again and seeing how short the line for the elevator was we went up. It seemed a shame to not make out in the dark at the top of the Eiffel Tower. We weren't the only ones with that idea.

Finding a cab was as easy as in New York and we were back at the hotel in twenty minutes. We picked up our itinerary before heading to our room. A few steps into the room I smelled roses. They were for Sebastian. Valentino had sent them, a bottle of champagne, and fresh strawberries as a welcome.

Sebastian popped a strawberry in his mouth, "Terrace?"

I nodded and pointed to the bedroom, "I'll meet you out there." I quickly washed my face, brushed my hair, and changed into a simple sea green silk chemise with a drape front.

There were two doors leading to the terrace. Sebastian would be on the sitting room side, so I went out the bedroom door. Sebastian had set the champagne and strawberries on the table. He was at the railing, leaning onto his elbows. He looked relaxed with his hands held in front of him and one of his long legs bent. He made my mouth water.

I don't know if he was deep in thought or chose not to look over, but he didn't until I ran my hand down his back, leaving it to rest at the base of his spine.

Sebastian's eyebrows shot up when he looked over, "Ooof. Wow." I saw him swallow hard as he stood up. "You are sexy." He stepped closer, sliding his hand around from my waist to bring us together. The way he looked at me was full of desire.

"I'm sorry you had to bring me all the way to Paris for you to get lingerie." He undoubtedly appreciated the effort.

He shook his head, "I have no complaints about how you come to me."

My knees nearly buckled. How I come to him. Jesus. I looked up, mouth open with a slight smile, "I love you."

He just grinned. "I love you."

I felt the touch of his hand on my face before I felt his mouth against mine. His open mouth matched mine, our tongues meeting immediately with restrained hunger.

Sebastian's thumb ran over my lip. He tilted his head toward the table, "Champagne?"

"Yes, please."

His eyes moved down my body again before turning away to pour. He brought the glasses to me at the railing, "What shall we drink to?"

I looked up, licking my lips, teasing him. "A perfect first day in Paris with my love."

"And a perfect night to come."

We touched glasses and drank. There were lights along the center path of the gardens and accent lights shining up into flowering bushes.

"It's beautiful down there."

Sebastian brought my hand to his mouth. Soft lips and the briefest touch of tongue. "It's beautiful up here too."

He led me to the table, sitting on the nearest chair and pulling me onto his lap. His patience lasted as long as it took him to finish his champagne. Setting his glass on the table he took my glass and put it next to his. His hand went to my neck to pull me closer. Instead of kissing my lips he went for my neck.

I sighed contentedly with the feel of his warm mouth on my neck. Soft kisses were interspersed with licks and gentle pulls at my skin. The hand around my waist held on loosely while his other hand supported my head. His hair was shorter, but still long enough to run my fingers through. I felt him react to my nails against his scalp. That brought his attention from my neck to my mouth. Touch changed from static to freely roaming over the clothes. I'd never tire of touching him. Or being touched by him.

Sebastian came up for air. I mapped his neck with my mouth. He smoothed up the silk to cup my breast, his thumb rubbing back and forth over my nipple. I sucked his earlobe into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth as I let him go. "Je veux te faire l'amour."

He mumbled, "I something something love."

"I want to make love with you."

"You learned this where?"

I gave him a half smile, "There are literally French people everywhere."

"Meaning you asked the nice lady at the Eiffel Tower."

"She was in the bathroom. She thought you were tres bon and suggested "je veux te baiser", I want to fuck you."

He grimaced and shook his head.

"I also know kiss me, I just want to suck your cook, and please, lick me."

"You've got us covered." He dipped his head to leave a wet spot from him sucking my nipple. "You pick up languages easily."

"I have a good memory"

"Say the first thing again."

"Je veux te faire l'amour." I scraped my nails along his beard.

"Me too."

I stood up, taking the hand that was on my breast, and led him into the bedroom.

This was a quiet night. I did get to use a few of my new words. Whispered in the dark. Caresses and kisses stayed light. Tender. We knew how to touch, how to taste, and how bring pleasure with both. We didn't need words. Sighs and quiet moans were enough to encourage and appreciate. After our bodies were sated, we laid in each other’s arms with more soft kisses and quiet words. I lost track of how many times we said I love you, or maybe it was all feeling and my mind heard the unspoken words.

I laid with my head on his shoulder, my hand on his chest with one of his covering it. His fingers played over the skin on my arm. My breathing synchronized with the rise and fall of his chest. I was almost asleep. When Sebastian's lips touched my forehead, "I want to feel like this always."

"Mmm, Ok, we'll do that."

"You gonna put it on our to do list?"

I looked up and stretched to reach his lips, "I've got it covered."

"That's my girl." The emotion in his face told me he'd felt his words.

I put my hand on his face, "Always."

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32. Part 2

Since I’ve deleted my Instagram my mother has been trying to contact me, I’ve been ignoring her since. I just don’t care to hear her or to hear her negativity, but she has been ringing me nonstop stop so let me see the issue, I guess I have let her suffer long enough “hello” answering the call “Christopher” using full names now “what’s up?” Watching Robyn as she walked in the living room with her laptop in hand “you deleted your Instagram, you got me worrying. You have me searching Rihanna’ Instagram and she hasn’t posted since New Year, why!? What is happening?” I have to laugh, I find it funny that my mom is worried now, I mean she wasn’t worried when I was on drugs and high as fuck “am I more dangerous sober?” I have to ask “no, I’m just worried” she is such a liar “well I deleted it because I need to clear my mind of negativity, I need to rebuild myself. I need to think of myself and that is with the support of Robyn. She is helping me in this challenging time where I am now sober, I can now feel the change. I now know how much I am struggling to live a normal life because all I knew was being shit to myself, all I knew was to accept shit. I now know my self-worth and Robyn is helping me. She has taught me to love me, and you know what mom. I cry, I cry because nobody has ever wanted to me to feel. Maybe I did it to myself and I am a grown adult, but nobody ever stopped me and said you are worthy, you never did that. You never wanted me to be a father” I said as it is “how dare you say that Chris! I did my best, you are a obsessed with Robyn so of course you are going to listen to her. I did what I could for you Chris, you were too far gone” shaking my head “I was always here mom, but anyways. I’m just thinking of me and my family now. Ain’t nobody gonna bring me down, not even my mother” I had to add that “I’m sorry” my mom said but I don’t want to hear it so I disconnected the call on her.

“Your mother?” Robyn said “yeah, she was fake concerned or whatever. I’m not going to let her ruin my mood or ruin the vibe I’m on. I feel good about me and I know my family can actually ruin that, I’m trying to mentally get myself there to see your family. I hate being fake, but I am for you, I just feel disrespected by your brothers, but it is what it is. I will do my best but forgive me if I disappear” Robyn nodded her head, she doesn’t look best pleased but accepting of it and I can only appreciate her accpeting it “you still want to cook tonight?” I laughed, not sure why but I think it’s because I don’t think Robyn family will want that “but your family won’t want to eat my food?” She pulled a face at me “they will, up to you. I can if you want, we have chicken in the fridge, I’ve been thawing it” I guess I may do it “why are you working anyways? Do you ever stop!?” She is annoying that she does this “stop for what; I have to check my emails baby” frowning at her “but you also need to relax, women have leave to spend time with their baby you know?” Robyn cooed out “you care but I need to actually do this, you should sit with me and then you can also learn. Come” getting up from the couch and walking over to Robyn, sitting next to her “so this is about you being managing director, they emailed me about it. Well my publicist team, I’m just saying how I want it to be announced and the reason why. I mean it’s because I feel sorry for him” I gasped “I’m joking, but I am also setting up for the show in the fall probably too” these emails look hard, like there is a lot going on “you really need to just relax Robyn, you probably work too hard. I feel like you made this empire based on you alone. Like you felt this was it for you, I get it through but I want to help you, I feel like you need it and stuff” Robyn grinned resting her head on my shoulder “thank you” pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Robyn lifted her head up “so what did the mother say? What shit is she speaking now?” I chuckled at Robyn saying that because honestly my mother is always saying something stupid “she was concerned on why I deleted my IG, she was just being nosey, but she got burnt because I told her. I goes you are a shit person. You heard me; she was shocked but at times. I feel like they didn’t want me to be sober. I am more dangerous like this, but I wanted to ask. Can we like cover the tattoo but put it on the documentary, like it’s a new chapter thing?” I want to ask her that, I hope she says yes “I can do that for you, I was thinking at the end it will be pictures of us, like family portraits, get Dennis to take them but those will be the pictures they see, show it’s us now. It’s not me and my team. It’s me and my family, just to finish it off. I want this to be so raw Chris, we deserve it, we deserve to have our time you know?” Nodding my head “I agree, I think people will be so shocked. They are going to either hate or just love us, but I think they will love us, they have to love us” I laughed “I love us” I cooed out “so, you will make dinner for us then yes? Just to make sure, I will be around. You don’t need too though, I can do it” stretching my arms out groaning out “I can do it, I guess but I hope they don’t be hating” I am a little nervous about her family coming, I don’t want drama and I am kind of happier to be in my own bubble, that is all I want. I just want my wife and daughter “you know what, Jay Brown is gonna get what is coming to him, that’s on god” looking at Robyn’ screen to see the issue “do you have any ventures happening, if not we have the New York studio free, we can arrange it for you and Fenty” I read out; he is so shady and still is being that why “he hates me when I have done nothing wrong to them, they want to make you busy. They want you to go to New York and then take you away from me” Robyn cooed out “that sounded so cute but baby, nobody will be taking me away from you. I am yours” Robyn looked me in the eye and meant it “I love it when you are makeup free” Robyn burst out laughing in my face “I felt your saliva hit my face there but I mean it, I love it” she looks so beautiful without makeup.

Robyn is wanting this to be perfect, she got Fenty in her dress. It’s Fendi, she has her little bowtie on looking all pretty “who does she think she is? Look at her mama” I said laughing, placing my hand on Robyn’ butt and kissing the side of her cheek “get off” she said before I squeezed her butt, she be telling me off about that because her booty sore “you know my booty is sore” nodding my head understanding “you can hold her, take her from me but my family should be coming now” I find it so awkward taking a newborn baby from someone “just let me do it, just hold your arm out£ Robyn chuckled, she knows I don’t like it. I rather Robyn lay her down and then I pick her “it’s ok Chris, everything is new to us both” she is so precious and I get nervous a lot “there we go” I grinned at my daughter, Robyn fixed her bowtie on her head “she is beautiful Chris. I cannot believe we produced this, how!?” Robyn spat, I shook my head “I don’t know, like she is the most beautiful girl in the world. She has a angel face” bringing Fenty up to me and pressing a kiss to her forehead “you love kissing our foreheads don’t you, you trying to say we got big foreheads” shaking my head laughing “and she will appreciate the big forehead, so they are coming yeah” Robyn nodded her head walking off “I am just going to put some lipgloss on” looking at Robyn’ butt as she walked off, she is thick. Like she was thick before but now, she is just so thick.

The excitement from Robyn right now, I can’t deny her of her family. She is so happy to see them, the smile and giggles. It’s like she is glowing right now so I want to be extra good for her, I will do it for her. She has been waiting for them, but the wait is over “I can’t wait to see my mother!” Robyn did a little run, following behind her. We put Zeus away because his big self will either put himself in the middle of everything and he might want to start barking at people, so we put him away until everyone is settled down, turning the corner Robyn let out a little scream of excitement “they are here” she is just too cute, I can’t even blame her to be honest. If my family showed me so much love and cared for me, I would be the same. I don’t want to be the one to pull Robyn away from her family, that is not me. I stood a little away from the door because it’s cold out there, Robyn opened the door, and it was all screams. The first person I see is Noella as she ran into Robyn “oh my god! I missed you!” Noella shouted hugging her “auntie!” Majesty hugged onto her legs, smiling a little seeing them embrace Robyn. I am sure Robyn said just her mom, dad, brothers but this is not it, I mean I can clearly tell it is more then that but I will be calm, I can do this.

Noella gasped with her mouth open as she walked into the house “Chris, awww oh my god. I won’t touch her because I am so cold but oh my god. How are you?” Noella touched my arm “I am ok thanks, it’s good to see you here” smiling at her “Chris Brown, can I see baby?” Noella frowned at her daughter “Uncle Chris, you stop being rude. We need to warm up before we touch baby, now come on” Noella can’t stop staring at Fenty “hello son, come here” Monica reached up to my face, leaning down to her she kissed my cheek “she has grown, I can tell. She has come so much more into her face. She is beautiful, awwww oh my god” they won’t touch her because they are cold from outside, I don’t think Fenty will appreciate it either “wow, she got Fenty forehead” Rajad said “she got the trait, my niece is beautiful. Congratulations Chris” Rajad said “thanks” I mumbled “oh shit, Robyn. Why is this!?” Rorrey pointed with his arm around Robyn “this is Fenty, the Fenty” Robyn said laughing “the Fenty, she got momma mean mug. Oh man, I can’t wait to hold her” This is really a family affair. Like we got them all, the out here bringing Lionel frail self but to see Robyn like this, she is so happy, like she seems emotional about it all “Fenty is the best baby ever, she is so good to us. She does like to wake up at random times though” nodding my head in agreement “but Chris does all of that for me, he is too good” Robyn complimented.

They are all cooing at Fenty, I mean of course Rorrey is taking over like he is the man of the house. Ronald is incredibly quiet; he is just watching on but Rorrey is just all up in Fenty’ face. He didn’t speak a word to me like Rajad did, he did the decent thing and said something but not him “man, she is just so beautiful” I am already bored of him, I really will get Zeus to bite him. I can just imagine it now, him just screaming like a bitch, Zeus will listen to me. I am going to make him bite this dickhead “Chris” Robyn said, blinking several times looking at Robyn “Rorrey said something” letting out an oh, I was daydreaming about my dog biting him “yeah” I said “I heard you helped my sister, my mom came up. The highest praises, it’s a scary thing to do. We was scared for her and you helped her, thank you” nodding my head, he still ain’t said sorry “well it’s the guy you disliked that did it” Robyn side eyed “I don’t think any man is worthy of my sister” he’s caught me in the mood “well she wanted me there, don’t mind me. I am going to go in the kitchen y’all gonna be hungry if not” getting up from the couch, looking at Robyn “I am good, it’s ok. Y’all have fun, you ain’t seen the baby and stuff” Robyn is giving me a pleading look but I am ok, I am just trying to be nice “you turned into the housewife then” Rorrey joked “I think your sister is the wife but for her, I do this” I need to stop myself, but he is ignorant.

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Filling the Met Shaped Hole (No, Not Like That): The Best Red Carpet Looks of Awards Season 2020

Hi to anyone reading,

I want to jump straight into things and ask a question. Which is the best Met Gala theme of the last 5 years and why is it Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination?

Seriously though, despite the fact that I’m not sure anything will top Heavenly Bodies with the preceding and succeeding Met Galas being relatively disappointing (the camp theme definitely could have been taken further and lets not even talk about the Comme Des Garcons disaster), I still get excited for the gala every year, staying up til whatever hour of the morning so I can see all the fashion live. Of course, it makes complete sense that this year’s event has been postponed until October given the circumstances but the chosen theme of Fashion and Duration had the potential to be quite interesting, so I hope we do eventually get to see it; whilst I don’t miss endlessly scrolling through photos of every white male celebrity wearing the exact same suit and tie to the point where fangirls claim Harry Styles to be a pioneer of breaking gender norms because he wore a pink top, I long for the days where we could all temporarily coexist in peace and harmony thanks to the internet’s collective dragging of the Kardashians for paying no attention to the theme whatsoever. We should’ve guessed life as we know it was about to be flipped on its head when they actually turned up in something interesting last year.

What I’m trying to say is that I would love nothing more than to jump back in time to when tomorrow morning’s top Google search would be best Met Gala looks, and not how many lives did Boris Johnson’s fuckery cost us today. So in honour of the lack of trivial content, I thought I’d fill the Met shaped hole in our lives (amongst many other unfilled holes; today the freezer door at work hit me on the ass whilst I was putting ice cubes out and I think for a split second I got all flushed) by putting together a collection of my personal favourite red carpet looks from this year’s awards season and their respective afterparties: the BAFTAs, Brits, Critic’s Choice Awards, Golden Globes, Oscars, SAG Awards, and the Grammys to finish with.

Enjoy!

British Academy of Film and Television Arts Award (yes, that’s the BAFTAs but I needed a longer title)

(L-R: Zoe Kravitz in Dior, Rooney Mara in Givenchy, and Scarlett Johansson in Versace)

I am a British fan of television and arts but I will gladly say it: of all the awards ceremonies, the BAFTAs is hardly the most exciting, and the red carpet even less so. As I said, lots of boring men in boring suits and middle aged women being dressed by stylists who seem to think we’re dead from the neck down by the time we hit 40 and dress us accordingly so. Any hint of a décolletage explicitly forbidden.

There were a few good looks, however. From left to right, above we have Zoe Kravitz in Dior, Rooney Mara in Givenchy and Scarlett Johansson in Versace, who looks so amazing I almost forget that 1). Versace is going down the drain and 2). Scarlett Johansson would stand in front of a forest and take the role of a tree if she could. Which, along with her whole defence of Woody Allen, is really shit-she’s genuinely great in Marriage Story and an otherwise talented actress. As for Zoe Kravitz, she is up there with Robert Pattison as one of my biggest crushes right now and looks amazing in literally everything she wears, and Rooney Mara is consistently low-key yet elegantly dressed. 

(L-R: Greta Gerwig in Gucci, Florence Pugh in Dries Van Noten, Renee Zellweger in Prada)

Renee Zellweger proved an exception to the rule when it came to women over the age of 40 generally having clueless stylists-her dress is beautiful, very reminiscent of the delicate, demure beauty of 50s icons such as Grace Kelly and Audrey Hepburn. Florence’s dress, I actually really loved. It didn’t seem to go down all too well with actual Florence Pugh fans but red and pink together is an elite combo; I’m still firmly on the “surprised that it works but I’m into it” train. I mainly included Greta’s dress for the green velvet, to be honest; it’s disappointingly low-key for Gucci but nice enough all the same.

(L-R: Andrew Scott in Paul Smith, Charlize Theron in Dior, Daisy Ridley in Oscar de la Renta, and Emilia Clarke in Schiaparelli)

I was particularly excited to see Emilia Clarke in Schiaparelli-yes, I adore her because she played Daenerys Targaryen and I was ride or die for that bitch but also whenever I see her interviewed she has the most exuberant energy and honestly I want to be best friends. It’s not the most interesting dress Schiaparelli has ever put out there, but I like the fact that she went for something unique all the same.

Forest green is a colour I find hard to resist which is why I included Andrew Scott’s otherwise kinda basic suit (points for it being velvet) and Daisy Ridley in Oscar de la Renta. As elegant as the dress is, I would love for her stylist to have really leaned into the forest nymph vibes I’m getting and do something a bit less uptight with the hair and makeup; like imagine loose curls with tiny braids and hair rings and a dark lip and a slight smoke around the eye and...yes, I have very specific visions, I know. As for Charlize Theron, her work with Dior is the only reason I care about the brand; there’s definitely a case to be made here for giving Maria Grazia the benefit of the doubt, assuming that she tries all the prototypes on women who look like Charlize and that that’s why she’s happy to send dresses that are otherwise relatively underwhelming down the runway. 

The Brit Awards

(L-R: Charli XCX in Fendi, Ellie Goulding in Koche, Hailee Steinfeld in Fendi, and Harry Styles in Gucci)

In my opinion a much better reflection of quintessential British style than the BAFTAs, I originally ruled out including any music award ceremony red carpets in this post until I saw Maya Jama and Charli XCX’s looks. Consider me pleasantly surprised by Hailee Steinfeld’s cobalt blue burnout dress, a classic incarnation of the regal bohemian aesthetic Fendi channelled in their 2019 haute couture show. Plus Charli’s emo take on Glinda the Good Witch is also Fendi, driving home for me just how much I love their collections. I don’t know if I’d be sure about Ellie Goulding’s dress on the rack but the simple styling makes it work and she looks gorgeous, and Harry Styles looks just as pretty in a Gucci look that is MADE for him.

(L-R: Adwoah Aboah in Vivienne Westwood, Celeste in Gucci on the far right! I’m not sure who the guy in the middle is, I’m sorry and if anybody knows drop me a message and I will correct this immediately!)

Unfortunately, Harry Styles and Celeste didn’t get to pose together because this is really a perfect his and hers Gucci look; I feel like seeing one outfit next to the other would really highlight the quirky elegance of each. That being said, it feels criminal to talk about elegance without including Adwoah Aboah in Vivienne Westwood in the sentence; the dress is obviously stunning quality on its own merit, but Adwoah is what elevates it from unremarkable to ethereal. Fuck the weird ass knight figure that’s currently on top of the Brit Award, this woman is the definition of statuesque! Put her on top of the trophy you cowards!

And just to get it out of the way, when it comes to the guy in the middle, to quote Keke Palmer:

Sorry to this man.

Honestly, I saved all the red carpet photos from a Nylon (I think it was Nylon?) article back when the awards aired and towards the end of the photos they stopped including names-this happened a few times when I was looking through red carpet galleries. I reverse image searched where I could but not every photo turned anything up. If anyone does know who this man is, message me so I can include his name. He looks sick, and as far as suits go, this one is built upon and accessorised enough that it’s actually a look rather than the same old variation of a suit we’ve seen a million times before that may as well be the straight man’s designated red carpet uniform. 

(L-R: Maya Jama, Neh Neh Cherry in Bottega Veneta, Laura Whitmore)

And now the woman that forced me to include the Brits red carpet in this post in the first place: Maya Jama. Don’t get me wrong, my mind isn’t blown by this dress on its own, I probably prefer Laura Whitmore’s (Jaded do a similar newspaper dress and I’ve resisted adding it to my basket for 6 months now, this is the ultimate test of whether or not I finally cave), but Maya looks fucking MAGNIFICENT. The fit, the gloves, the confidence with which she carries it, it’s all SO good. Considering the timing, this is basically her Princess Diana revenge dress levelled up, 2020′s Jessica Rabbit moment. 

(L-R: Maya Jama, Ellie Goulding, Kendall Jenner)

Obviously anything is gonna be a step down from the red carpet look but Maya’s Brits afterparty outfit was cute too, if a tad Pretty Little Thing. 

Don’t ask me what Kendall Jenner was doing at the Brits afterparty btw, because I have no idea. We live in a world where the Kardashian-Jenners just seem to occupy every public space possible and I’ve begrudgingly accepted it at this point. I don’t have the energy to question it-and it helps that green catsuit is actually Very Cool™. 

For the last of my favourite Brit Awards looks, we have a few more afterparty photos-from left to right we have Charli XCX again, Lizzo, and Anne Marie. It was Charli posting her dress on Instagram that sent me searching for afterparty looks in the first place; apparently wearing nothing but feathers and crystals is something that appeals to me, and the more I read that statement, the more it sounds spot-on. I’d categorise it as gothic glamour hoe, and slot it in with the rest of the night-out clothes in my wardrobe that I think I’ll finally have the balls to wear out of sheer desperation once this lockdown is over. The Blossom to Charli XCX’s Buttercup here, we’ve also got Anne Marie looking extra AF and I loveeeee it; it’s an ensemble somewhere between a high-end version of Alaska Thunderfuck’s candyfloss Sugar Ball dress from season 5 of Drag Race (Alaska DID deserve to win AS2 nation, rise up) and a low-key version of a Katy Perry California Dreams Tour costume. I don’t call it low-key as a drag, just a regretful admission of the fact that maybe wearing a cupcake bra which squirts whipped cream out of the boobs is a bit too much for most of us. 

Critic’s Choice Awards

(L-R: Alison Brie in Brandon Maxwell, Chloe Bridges in Azeeza, Cynthia Erivo in Fendi, Florence Pugh in Prada)

I was going to say the Critic’s Choice Awards is kind of America’s version of the BAFTAs but then I remembered that the BAFTAs is really the only big TV and film awards ceremony we have here in the UK and that it’s kind of sad that I have to compare our most high-profile red carpet of the year to L.A’s most low-key one. Getting Cynthia Erivo and Florence Pugh to infiltrate is the best we can do. 

THAT BEING SAID! 

They both look amazing. This is Florence’s best red carpet look of this year, imo (she the prettiest icicle I’ve ever seen), and Cynthia Erivo’s arm must ache from serving the entire awards season. And in Fendi! Taste!

Side note before we move onto the next set of looks: has anybody else watched Alison Brie in Mad Men and Community simultaneously and experienced the extreme cognitive dissonance that comes from watching her play a tragically nerdy (relatable tbh) 18 year old and an overly-sophisticated 30 something married to an ad man in the 60s at the same time? Weird, but anyway! The orange dress with the red lipstick is channelling Marina Diamandis’ Froot era style subtle sex appeal and is a timeless, playful combo. Put the hair up into a beehive and it’s Megan Draper on a date in Cabo-don’t know much about the place but I know the sea is aqua and the sun seekers are blindingly white and the cocktails are plentiful (and whatever colour you want them to be), and all that together is a juicy palette if we’re talking cinematography. The Mad Men directors are out there somewhere shaking their fists at the sky that they never got to consult me on that, I’m sure. 

(L-R: Phoebe Waller-Bridge in Dior, Saoirse Ronan in Erdem and Zendaya in Tom Ford)

Zendaya’s red carpet look was the stand out of the Critic’s Choice Awards for sure; the skirt I can do without but I hope that hot pink metal breastplate ends up on display somewhere because that is ART, and she is the perfect person to wear it. The Tiffany Pollard “she's so powerful” meme was made for this moment. 

Also, can we talk about Phoebe Waller-Bridge backing up my Dior 2019 Haute Couture wasn’t *that* bad hypothesis? Because unless I’m mistaken this is one of the dresses from that collection and it is quite beautiful. Yeah, black mesh isn’t going to start a revolution or anything but it’s so delicate looking it almost seems out of place on a red carpet-I don’t know if it’s the structure of the bodice or the tulle but I can totally see this in a gothic ballet, whether that’s sensible in theory or not. Probably not. But then again I did quit ballet when I was 10 after months of getting people to near poke me in the eye on the way out of class so it would look like I’d been crying and I didn’t have to go to my lessons after school. So what do I know? Fuck all, in case that wasn’t clear. I also feel a little vindicated by Saoirse wearing one of the Erdem dresses I loved from last year’s collection-if multi-award winning actress Saoirse Ronan’s probably ridiculously well-paid stylist liked it enough to pick it out for her then I guess I’m doing okay in terms of taste levels.

(L-R: Olivia Wilde in Valentino, Lucy Hale in Miu Miu, Mandy Moore in Elie Saab, and Margaret Qualley in Chanel)

The last few Critics Choice Awards looks I picked out above aren’t thrilling or anything but they’re cute enough to include-from left to right we have Olivia Wilde in Valentino, Lucy Hale in Miu Miu, Mandy Moore in Elie Saab and Margaret Qualley in Chanel. It’s kind of besides the point, but Margaret worked with Chanel throughout awards season and I just wanted to add my two cents in here and say that I think she’s the perfect person to collaborate with (also think Laura Harrier would be a good match, anyone agree?) and that in a similar vein, I urge Miu Miu, the creative directors of which I’m sure are eagerly awaiting the opinion of irrelevant Tumblr user amphtaminedreams, to work with Lucy Hale more often. I feel like if girl stopped starring in those shitty Blumhouse horrors and did something a bit more sophisticated she’d fit the brand right down to a T.

The Golden Globes

(L-R: Cynthia Erivo in Thom Browne, Dakota Fanning in Dior, Jane Levy in Steven Khalil, and Janina Gavankar in Georges Chakra)

Finally! I hear you cry! A more exciting red carpet! It’s not the Oscars, but celebrity stylists still pulled the big guns for this one, the Golden Globes probably being considered the second most prestigious American awards ceremony of the year. Plus Dakota Fanning was there! Big yay for me! She and Elle can practically do no wrong in my eyes and are probably the only 2 women that could take on Dakota Johnson and Jennifer Lawrence when it comes to established red carpet style. 

Cynthia Erivo did it again, of course, as slick, as dignified and as regal as she was at the Critic’s Choice. The woman really has got this power stance thing locked down; she always seems so cool and confident in everything she wears that the whole getting dressed up to go out out out (we call going to the club going “out out”, but I’d say a red carpet is a slightly bigger deal than my local club with the sticky floors hence the 3rd out) thing looks like second nature.

(L-R: Zoey Deutch in Fendi, Karamo Brown in Grayscale, Lucy Boynton in Louis Vuitton and Kat Graham in Georges Hobeika)

Lucy Boynton was another of my Golden Globes stand outs, and in general is someone who I really look forward to seeing at red carpet events. She (or her stylist, I don’t know how much of a role she plays!) always seems to commit fully to an outfit and sees it as part of a whole concept where the makeup, hair and accessories are equally as important and that is a girl after my own heart. 60s space age empress is the theme here and I’m all about it-well, either that or a feminine editorial take on the tinman from the Wizard of Oz but the former sounds a bit cooler and does way more justice to how good she looks so we’ll go with that. Quick shoutout to Kat Graham too because she looked absolutely radiant. 

(L-R: Shailene Woodley in Balmain, Winnie Harlow in Laquan Smith, and Zoe Kravitz in Saint Laurent)

The trio above I really couldn’t skim over, Winnie Harlow especially; my America’s Next Top Model grudges aside, she consistently turns it out at every event she’s invited to. She’s another woman that wears pieces with such confidence that they look like they were actually made on her body-even if the garment itself isn’t the most breathtaking in the room, she’s the one that draws my attention. Though she’s got these dainty, other-worldly qualities about her, what you’d expect to be a gentle presence is firm and commanding and whilst the sharp drama and glitz of the dress probably helps, that’s just the way Winnie Harlow is naturally, based on her other red carpet appearances. 

Zoe Kravitz is an interesting one because, on the one hand, her looking amazing with that bone structure (I would trade a vital organ to look like that any day) is a given, but it does also seem like she went out of her way to do something a bit different this past awards season. I have always loved her street style for its trademark edge and the androgynous, oversized silhouettes that she leans towards, and the overt femininity of her red carpet dresses is that grungy, skater girl aesthetic completely flipped on its head. It’s cute, and if anyone can pull a dress as kitschy as this off, it’s Zoe. She’s got that just rolled out of bed look we all dream of that screams “I’m over this shit” whereas the rest of us have to rely on dark circles to get the message across. It’s very weird to think that she and Shailene Woodley were in Divergent together, especially since Zoe in particular has changed so much since. 

My main note with Shailene was just that I got excited to see that Balmain dress off the runway-it was one of my favourites from the S/S 2020 collection (IIRC, mostly on the basis that I’m pretty sure it wan’t haute couture), and it looks good! Not wildly good because I’m not sure the fit of the dress is inherently all that flattering, but still good-she makes it work.

(L-R: Taylor Swift in Etro, Sofia Carson in Giambattista Valli and Scarlett Johansson in Vera Wang)

I know a lot of people online didn’t seem to like Taylor Swift’s dress, but she looks cute, imo. I will say that I’m surprised it’s Etro! At first glance I would’ve thought Carolina Herrera or Oscar de la Renta or something along those lines. And predictably, I think Sofia Carson looks flawless. If you’ve read any of my other posts you’re probably sick of hearing it but I really can’t resist anything that is this modern Disney princess, like powder pink layered tulle? Feathers? What did you expect me to say, ew? I think deep down my clothing preferences will always be that of a 9 year old girl and you know what, that’s okay. Sometimes. Well, when it comes to red carpets. That’s when you can kinda get away with it.

(L-R: Bell Powley in Miu Miu, Billy Porter in Alex Vinash, and Charlize Theron in Dior)

There’s a few things worth mentioning when it comes to the above outfits. Firstly, and most importantly, I need to proclaim my love for Billy Porter. No man is doing it like him, honestly. To compare Harry Styles in his pink suits is unfair. The drama and the beauty and the flair that Billy brings every awards ceremony is on another level and that’s all I have to say about that. If you disagree, I’m gonna need a bullet pointed essay-I am that firm in my opinion.

Second, Bell Powley in Miu Miu semi confirms the direction their PR team tend to head in when choosing women to work with. I might be totally alone here but I feel like she and Lucy Hale both have one of those porcelain doll faces which work really well with Miu Miu’s signature girlish silhouettes and overly-ornate details. 

And thirdly, just to restate my earlier point: someone give Charlize Theron a pat on the back for bringing some life to a Dior design. That is all.

(L-R: Jodie Comer in Mary Katrantzou, Joey King in Schiaparelli and Kaitlyn Dever in Valentino)

All the newcomers really turned it out too, which is a sentence I type through gritted teeth; to call Jodie Comer of My Mad Fat Diary origins a newcomer pains the former depressing 2013 black and white Tumblr user in me, though I suppose to the US audiences uncultured in the ways of British teenage angst Vilanelle is her breakthrough role. And how Vilanelle is this dress too!? It’s bold and it’s attention-grabbing and it’s fun and it is definitely very theatrical female fictional villain that you were inexplicably drawn to as a child before you realised why as an adult-”oh, it’s because she was hot”. 

Joey King in Iris van Herpen was a pleasant surprise too considering that when I first looked through the red carpet photos I only knew her as the girl who was in that shitty Netflix original-having watched her in The Act, I apologise for the dismissal! And I admire the sartorial choice! I adore Iris van Herpen designs but as a short girl, wearing one of her dresses to a red carpet event is a risky decision-I hate to admit it because casting a diverse range of people for shows is something I have come to expect of my favourite brands, but the appeal of a lot of IvH pieces comes from the movement of the garments on standard willowy runway models. Fortunately, the styling is really complementary here, and whilst it can’t be denied that the dress itself does swamp her a bit, I liked that she and her stylist stepped out of the box. 

Kaitlyn Dever’s red carpet look is obviously a lot more typical, but you can't go wrong with a Valentino dress, and this one in particular is so suited to the aura she gives off-it’s young and it’s fun and it’s fresh and the intricate floral print, otherwise muted if not for the spring influenced pops of pink and red, is timelessly pretty.

(L-R: Akwafina in Dior, Saoirse Ronan in Celine, Beanie Feldstein in Oscar de la Renta, and Renee Zellweger in Armani)

Lastly, there was Saoirse Ronan in Celine-one of my highlights of the night; she looked phenomenal, a glacial toned dream, and it was pretty different to what I generally expect to see her in. I might be way off base and in need of a bit of a review of her red carpet style, but I feel like she usually leans more towards pretty than edgy with regards to her styling at these kinds of events and a loose fitting, gun metal glittered slip dress is, imo, the perfect way to hit that previously uncharted midway point between the two.

(L-R: Kate Bosworth in Prabal Gurung, Kathryn Newton in Valentino and Sarah Hyland)

Now onto the afterparty looks, and I’m not gonna lie, they’re usually the highlight of the ceremonies for me; I feel like the initial ceremony is all about looking respectful and maintaining that whole dedicated actor image, whereas it seems the literal point of these showbiz parties is a competition to be the best dressed person in the room. Competition really makes people step their game up, and we always get to see more young talent whose style tends to be more current than that of the people we see on the red carpet. 

I’ve got to say, as annoying as I found her character in The Society, I have to overlook that gut instinct of irritation when I see Kathryn Newton and accept how stunning everything going on here is; honestly, she looks like an angel, and I feel like the team at Valentino must reeeeally like her to put her in that dress.

(L-R: Alexa Demie, Ashley Benson in Georges Hobeika, Maude Apatow and Barbie Ferreira)

Obviously I was super excited to see the Euphoria girls on the red carpet, especially Alexa Demie-she does 90s/early noughties inspired glamour better than anyone else on the young actor scene right now and her personal style and the sass she does so well as Maddy Perez shines through every time. Whilst Barbie Ferreira’s look is more casual and achievable for the rest of us in terms of wearability, it’s just as interesting a take on the same period; the delicate pink makeup, hair and jewellery with the 90s inspired slip dress in light teal is a red carpet take on soft grunge for the ages. As for Ashley Benson, she always looks gorgeous and that’s all I’m gonna say before I get emotional and start going into a rant about how her and Cara Delevigne’s relationship was one of the only good things about this shitshow of a year and how now that they’ve broken up the single flame of hope inside me has been extinguished and how their sex swing is gonna get so lonely with them caught in the middle of an ugly custody battle and-

You get the idea.

(L-R: Storm Reid, Sophia Bush in John Paul Ataker, and Sydney Sweeney)

(L-R: Billie Lourd, Paris Hilton, and Camila Morrone)

The Oscars

(L-R: Charlize Theron in Dior, Cynthia Erivo, and Florence Pugh in Louis Vuitton)

Ah, the Oscars. This is where the big money is really spent, and bad decisions are made-in fairness, this year’s winners were a lot more satisfying than usual and I think all of us felt that Parasite was a well-deserved win. I really thought it was gonna be Once Upon a Time in Hollywood just as a bit of a token gesture to Tarantino considering it’s his 9th film, though undoubtedly his worst of the ones I’ve seen, so I was relieved that this wasn’t the case. That being said, it still pains me to see the horror genre being ignored by the academy-in my mind, Florence is here for her performance in Midsommar just as much as Little Women. 

At the risk of getting repetitive, just assume my opinions on Charlize Theron in Dior here are the same again, that Cynthia Erivo is still bringing goddess energy (this is probably my favourite of her looks), and that against the opinion of the masses, Florence looks divine in this colour. I mean, when I say the masses I just mean the people I follow on Twitter, but still, I just wanted be an excuse to be dramatic so that I could insert a meme.

(L-R: Natalie Portman in Dior, Regina King in Versace, Scarlett Johansson in Oscar de la Renta, and Sandra Oh in Elie Saab)

Once again, Scarlett Johansson’s stylist is doing God’s work; this outfit is everythingggg-the Oscar de la Renta dress is probably my favourite thus far. Like we’re talking angel, but make it fitted and sexy, and I hope you read that in the Tyra Banks voice I intended because 2 memes in a row would rob me of any credibility I’m building as a fashion account and I’m not ready to trash that for bad memes just yet; give it a couple of mental breakdowns and I’ll be there. Natalie Portman’s look was a favourite of mine too, with the cape over the top adding a sophisticated touch to the celestial, slightly bohemian feel of the dress. I initially found the detail of the names embroidered into said cape to be quite moving-in a dream world, directing would be my career of choice and so I really admired the statement-but finding out that Portman herself is the only director hired by her own production company ruined that for me a little bit. Then again, multi-millionaire celebrities making performative gestures for good publicity and not doing all that much to make any real change? Colour me shocked.

(L-R: Beanie Feldstein in Miu Miu, Brie Larson in Celine and Billie Eilish in Chanel)

Now, of all the Miu Miu looks so far, I think Beanie Feldstein definitely got the best one. The intricacy of the embroidery, the silhouette, the old Hollywood stye curls-it’s all so graceful. I’d say this is probably her best look of awards season and she and her stylist did a really great job.

And as for Billie Eilish...Guys...do you think she might be wearing...Chanel...by any chance? I’m not sure.

Seriously though, as far as an oversized tweed suit with the brand’s logo emblazoned all over it goes, I like this look. The acid green roots and the jewellery are what make it for me, adding to the grunginess of the outfit which is interesting against Chanel’s prim and proper aesthetic of the last few years. I know she has good reason for the way she dresses, but I’ve never quite been able to appreciate it-this outfit proves to me that her style doesn't automatically equal ugly and occasionally, she can make it work.

(L-R: Leona Lewis, Colton Haynes, Dita von Teese)

Elton John’s Oscars afterparty being the less exciting of the two big ones in terms of fashion-the other being the Vanity Fair afterparty which I’ll cover in a moment-I thought I’d whizz through it (posturing aside though, I bet Sir Elton’s party was a lot more fun).

(L-R: Chiara Ferragni, Donatella Versace, Bella Thorne)

This is a big statement considering Alexa Demie attended, but I think Chiara’s outfit and overall styling might be my favourite of the partygoers; if they decided to do a live action Barbie film in 2020 minus the PG ratio-because lets be real, she’d be a noughties Paris Hilton type and get up to some SHENANIGANS-this is the look that would become iconic. 

(L-R: Ashley Greene in Off-White, Alexa Demie, Sydney Sweeney, Annalynne McCord)

It was a hard decision to make though: I’m just as into Sydney Sweeney’s interpretation of burlesque come 1950s red carpet Barbie, Ashley Greene’s surprisingly delicate Off-White number, and Alexa’s dress and (as always) impeccable styling. That being said, Chiara’s clearest contender here for the best dressed of the night is Annalynne McCord. I know I'm one to throw similes around but she looks like an ACTUAL Disney princess-the dress is magical and an absolutely flawless fit. She carries it with such grace. I'm truly in love.

(L-R: Tessa Thompson in Versace, Vanessa Hudgens in Vera Wang, SZA)

As for the Vanity Fair Oscars afterparty, there were SO many iconic moments this year. SZA was the definition of the fire emoji, Tessa Thompson’s throwback Versace was the mermaid’s take on BDSM fashion I never knew I need to see, and I’d die to turn up to my graduation ceremony (here’s hoping for a successful attempt at the old uni shebang this time, lol) looking as elegant and simultaneously extra as Vanessa Hudgens did in Vera Wang. I mean, this was before Vanessa went on her dumb Instagram live corona rant because she was upset she couldn’t go to Coachella and I still kinda lived for her, mostly because of moments like this. She’s always been the queen of channelling a more hedonistic, carefree era and this dress is the most refined example of that boho decadence yet. It sounds dramatic to say but the rich purple is such a bold choice considering it’s a a colour we rarely see on the red carpet but now I’ve seen eggplant coloured silk I need it, lol. 

(L-R: Suki Waterhouse in Fendi, Lili Reinhart in Marc Jacobs, Lucy Boynton and Margaret Qualley in Chanel)

Then there was Suki, Lilly, Lucy and Margaret as well who all went full angel mode in some of my favourite runway looks of last summer’s haute couture week; Suki’s Fendi dress and Lili’s Marc Jacobs number were highlights of both their shows and there’s something even more magical about them both when the uniformity of the runway is removed. I also would go on about how much I love Lucy Boynton’s style for the millionth time but I think you get my point.

(L-R: Nicole Richie, Cynthia Erivo, Hunter Schafer, Billie Porter)

The more I look at the photos I saved from the Vanity Fair “red” carpet, the more I come to the firm conclusion that these looks are my favourite as a collective. Along with the elegance and sex appeal of the outfits above, we’ve got all these looks too which are so VIBRANT and fun and experimental. Billie Porter is absolutely majestic and continues his reign as the king of in-your-face, theatrical red carpet style, and Hunter and Cynthia look so radiant. Whilst Nicole’s look isn’t as colourful, she still brought drama with the satin gloves and the smoke lined eyes, and she is definitely ready to step on someone’s neck here.

(L-R: Halima Aden, Ella Balinska in Schiaparelli, Emma Roberts, Ciara)

(L-R: Kiki Layne in Michael Kors, Kim Kardashian in Alexander McQueen, Kylie Jenner in Ralph and Russo, Lashana Lynch in Michael Kors)

(L-R: Rowan Blanchard in Iris van Herpen, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Stella Maxwell, and Sarah Paulson with Holland Taylor)

I’ve got to say, it’s really cool to see Rowan Blanchard in Iris van Herpen too; it’s interesting that as far as I know, she and Joey King were the only ones to wear her this awards season, both being up and coming actresses. It would be a good choice for the brand, probably best known for its futuristic, conceptual aesthetic, to also focus its PR efforts on the young potential inheriting that future. Orrrr it could just be that Rowan, Joey and I have the same (good, lol) taste-not gonna lie, from my experience of stalking her instagram Rowan Blanchard does make some unique fashion choices and her feed is full of bold outfit inspiration.

(L-R: Adriana Lima in Ralph and Russo, Alessandra Ambrosio in Armani, Billie Eilish in Gucci, and Donatella Versace in Versace)

Then there’s Billie Eilish, who is really on another level. This is her second custom made baggy suit of the night, this time Gucci. IMAGINE. Chanel and Gucci making custom pieces to suit your very specific style. Again, though, I really like this; whilst it’s very clearly a Billie outfit, it’s got a level of sophistication, cohesiveness and glamour to it that takes it to that I can admire. 

(L-R: Camila Mendes in Moschino, Barbara Palvin and Dylan Sprouse, and Chiara Ferragni)

Honestly, the Vanity Fair red carpet really belonged to young talent this year, and Camila Mendes in one of my favourite Moschino looks from the Picasso collection really seals it. She could’ve just gone for a basic pretty dress-this isn’t a natural choice-but she really does have the proud, regal look of a woman who knows some man is gonna paint her a portrait that will end up in a famous gallery one day. 

One last thing before I move on, though. How the fuck does Chiara Ferragni get everywhere?! And by that I don’t mean how does she get invited, I had the shock of finding out this woman I followed on Instagram because I liked her outfits and thought she was pretty is a hugely successful businesswoman in Italy long ago. Power to her. She’s a big deal! I get it! I just mean, physically HOW? How do you hit Elton John’s party AND the Vanity Fair party in one night and look this good? God really does have favourites, huh. Well, I guess in this hypothetical scenario where I believe in him anyway. 

The SAG Awards

(L-R: Dakota Fanning in Valentino, Kaitlyn Dever in Ralph Lauren, Scarlett Johansson in Armani, and Zoe Kravitz in Oscar de la Renta)

So, I kinda forgot the SAG awards existed and thought that my post was basically finished before I looked in my folder and saw the one dedicated to this ceremony. My initial reaction was like “oh, this is the shitty Oscars, right?” and I assumed the red carpet would be shit and that I could call it a night-it’s 3:30am, I wish I was calling it a night-but then I looked and saw that I had even more outfit photos saved in that folder than I did for my Oscar dedicated one. Because fuck, I want to to sleep, but the SAG awards had a surprisingly good turn out?! So maybe not as irrelevant a ceremony as I thought? Because Dakota Fanning turned up looking like some divine mythical being again, Scarlett Johansson pulled another incredible look out the bag, Zoe Kravitz was a modernised Audrey Hepburn, and Kaitlyn Dever read my comments about her dress being “timelessly pretty” and said “bitch, you really thought” before showing up looking hot as fuck. Truth be told, I think the SAG awards were first but in this universe where Kaitlyn Dever would pay any attention to my opinion of her outfit do we really care? 

(L-R: America Ferrera, Andrew Scott in Azzaro Couture, Camila Mendes in Ralph and Russo, Caleb McLaughlin )

(L-R: Lupita Nyongo in Louis Vuitton, Lily Allen, Nathalie Emmanuel in Miu Miu, Cynthia Erivo in Schiaparelli)

See, I was going to make a comment above how I took back what I said about Camila Mendes not just going for pretty dresses (which I guess I just did here instead-JUST TO BE CLEAR SHE STILL LOOKS STUNNING) and then I uploaded the next photo set and got distracted by 2 things:

1. How weird it is that British legend Lily Allen, who does not get NEAR enough credit for her smart her songs were might I add, is dating David Harbour AKA. Hopper off Stranger Things!?

2. How mad I still am about Game of Thrones and how dirty the writers did Nathalie Emmanuel (and Emilia Clarke and Lena Heady and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau and basically everyone else on that show but that’s another story).

In this same universe where Kaitlyn Dever cares about my opinion can we make the issues I have in the last bullet point not exist? Please?

(L-R: Sophie Turner in Louis Vuitton, Renee Zellweger in Maison Margiela, Phoebe Waller-Bridge in Armani, and Renee Bargh)

(L-R: Gwendoline Christie in Rick Owens, Madeline Brewer in Monique Lhuillier, Kathryn Newton in Valentino, and Lili Reinhart in Miu Miu)

Finishing off the SAG looks, we’ve got the four above. 

Once again, Kathryn Newton was Valentino’s blushing crown jewell; Allie Pressman hate aside, she really is the perfect dressing up doll for the brand. Fresh faced and poised, she has all the elegance and gentle femininity necessary to make floating down the runway as Valentino models do look natural, and Lili Reinhart did an equally good job being a Miu Miu girl. She makes that idiosyncratic cutesy-ness work, all the frills and fragility of a china tea set look easy where I’d just look like I’d been consumed by a charity shop doily. Madeline Brewer did a good job too, helping a Monique Lhuillier design pop in a way that it doesn’t usually. When your hair is bright red and your dress cerulean blue, coral tinted lipstick is a *ahem* choice, buuut in this case it paid off because the result is a look which demanded my attention-ML dresses are reliably pretty, however, they tend to be predictable. Madeline and her styling did a good job subverting that formula. To end the section, though, I feel it’s only fair to save my fave woman til last-probably one of the few people in the world that isn’t a Rick Owens model that can pull off his designs. Ofc, I’m talking about the queen that is Gwendoline Christie. If we’re talking embodying brands, she did justice like nobody else could to the spectacle of Owens’ formidable, out-of-this-world aesthetic. This is her version of the princess moment, and when you’re as striking as she is, nothing less would do. 

At least my girl Brienne of Tarth is thriving<3

The Grammys

(L-R: Ariana Grande in Giambattista Valli, Cardi B in Mugler, and Pia Mia in Julien Macdonald)

TBH, like I said with the Brits, I never planned to do any music award ceremony red carpets, just because I feel like the fashion tends to be more geared towards a younger audience buuuut I’m kinda glad I changed because Ariana looks INCREDIBLE. MESMERISING. TRANSCENDENT. JFC. There’s a reason the photo of her on her Wiki page has been changed to one from this night and it’s because she looks absolutely exquisite, like some kind of moon goddess with an R&B touch which I suppose is kind of her brand? Sometimes I go kind of lukewarm on Giambattista Valli and forget how mystical but at the same time frothy and indulgent and all around luxurious the pieces can be. This is a cupcake of a dress and I want to eat it. Cardi B has become a bit of an unexpected fashion icon and Pia Mia looks as hot-party-girl as ever but I feel to put anyone next to Ariana in this dress seems harsh because she just completely stole the show and I don’t even know if she won any Grammys.

(L-R: Josephine Relli, Gwen Stefani, Jameela Jamil in Georges Chakra, and Chrissy Teigen in Yanina Couture)

Other than Ariana, I’m not gonna lie, there was nothing wildly exciting, BUT I did think there were some beautiful colours out on the runway-plus for all her occasionally bad takes I really like what Jameela Jamil stands for and her style has always been very quirky cool. The electric blue tiled effect with the black mesh underneath kinda reminds me of a peacock, and contrasts wonderfully with the carpet-it’s very reminiscent of her T4 days. She’s one of those people that seems to get aggression directed at her that’s completely disproportionate to whatever it is she’s supposed to have done; sometimes the way she goes about saying things is wrong but the intention behind what she’s saying is usually good. Then again, the internet still despises Chrissy Teigen (in a way that’s kind of excessive considering what we seem to collectively let some people get away with) for a dumb AirPods tweet and I’ve included her too. THIS IS NOT A POLITICAL STATEMENT, this time anyway. I just think she looks good!

If I’m going to get controversial about anything, it’ll be Gwen Stefani. She looks stunning, the dress is stunning, and the boots are stunning. The outfit is not my problem! My problem is how she seems not to have aged at all. This woman is 50 years old! That she drank the blood of her Harajuku girls is the only explanation here. Can you imagine if she tried to pull that shit today? She’d get rightly accused of being a culturally appropriating weeb in about 10 seconds flat and we’d have to pretend to stop liking Cool and Hollaback Girl. 

(L-R: Finneas O’Connell in Gucci, Lucky Daye, and Shaun Ross)

(L-R: Tess Holliday, Dua Lipa in Alexander Wang, Tyler the Creator, and Grace Elizabeth in Giuseppe di Morabito)

Back to what I’m supposed to be talking about in this blog post: the fashion. And here, most importantly, Tyler the Creator looking like a cast member of the Grand Budapest Hotel. IDK why. But I love this man.

(L-R: Lil Nas X in Versace, Lizzo in Versace, and Shawn Mendes in Louis Vuitton)

(L-R: Billie Porter, FKA Twigs in Ed Marler, and Swae Lee in Giuseppe Zanotti)

See in general, the men were a lot more interesting on the Grammys red carpet. With the exception of Twigs, Dua and obviously Ariana, the men’s outfits are a lot more memorable; Billie Porter became the most fashionable meme on the internet, for god’s sake. And even when their outfits weren’t extravagant, they were just more interesting, imo, which is a rare occurrence. I didn’t expect Finneas O’Connell to be the writing half of Billie Eilish (the other half being Billie herself) I cared about and yet, in that Gucci blazer, here we are. 

(L-R: Jessie J, Hailee Steinfeld, and Madison Beer)

(L-R: H.E.R, Usher, FKA Twigs, and Matt Shultz)

Of the afterparty looks, my favourites are what we can see of these more casual outfits-I love what F.K.A Twigs and H.E.R are wearing, the headscarf with the leatherjacket on top is in particular very throwback rockabilly, and I’m even into whatever it is Usher’s got on.

(L-R: Olivia O’Brien, Amine, and Alrissa)

(L-R: Salem Mitchell, Machine Gun Kelly, and Sydney Sweeney)

Now, how to round this all up!? How to relate the confusingly persistent but very welcome presence of Sydney Sweeney on, like, ALL these red carpets back to the MET!?

IDEK. It’s been a long year. 

The Met Gala has usually come and gone before we know it, but with everything going on, it’s been the longest January-May I think most of us have ever known. I keep going on about COVID-19 in all my posts now but I have almost forgotten how to write an intro and outro because the pandemic is pretty much consistently on the brain and unless I have something right in front of me to use as a distraction, my mind tends to wander off into a very anxious place. I think, like many others, I feel frustrated and disappointed and angry with the way the situation is being handled by the people who are supposed to protect their citizens, and by how much of a fight some are putting up against measures that are in place to try and save lives. The point of this ramble, I guess, is that whilst we should never forget what’s going on and do the best we can to help prevent the spread of the virus, it’s okay to still care about mundane shit. Was this post one big long distraction for me? Probably. But if there’s something harmless you can do to keep your anxiety at bay, don’t feel bad for doing it. Contrary to popular belief, you can care about more than one thing at once. You can be sad that something you were looking forward to has been cancelled whilst still being sad for the people who are suffering because they’ve lost love ones or who have been forced into precarious living conditions. If talking about clothes on the internet is going to help you get through this pandemic, power to you.

If anyone has read til the end, thank you! I hope you are well! As always, feel free to reply to the post or inbox me with your thoughts! It doesn’t even have to be related to this post. If you’re struggling with everything going on, feel free to reach out too. I spend too much time on the internet anyway, lol! My plans are to finish my fashion week reviews and then I have a Lana Del Rey albums inspired lookbook which I pinched off the stans on Twitter (who I will of course credit when I write it!). For the time being, look after yourselves!

Lauren x