#Emily Ratajkowski family

[mickyschumacher]

style was so fucking good HOLY SHITTTTT can u please please please do a part 2 xx

𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after separating from carlos, you thought you would never ever have to see him again. but fate is demanding and it demands you bumping into him in a club. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors DNI), jealousy (bc where would we be without it), reader is younger than carlos but not like insanely, reader has vagina, angst, ferrari SLANDER, charles moves to redbull oop, GOOGLED SPANISH! I'M SORRY 😭, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap ur willies peeps!), oral sex, cumming inside, car sex = dangerous car driving, brief handjob, dry(?) humping, confession time AHHH, incorrect modelling stuff again lol, nicer!carlos ♡︎

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: complicated ex!carlos sainz x model!fem!reader, bestie!lily he x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 6k+ (whoops)

𝐀/𝐍: a lot of people wanted a part 2 so.... here it is! i hope this is up to your par with what you were thinking about ♡︎ has bit of a build up but the smut is there! decently proof read... i think? my eyes are vv tired from these exams :(

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Three years.

A lot can happen in three years.

For you that meant with some crazy luck becoming the World's top supermodel. Kendall Jenner, Gigi and Bella Hadid, Emily Ratajkowski... whoever the top once was, you had put them all to shame. You were booked and busier than ever. You could've sworn you used to get your beauty sleep but now you were lucky if you could even get an hour let alone eight. The billboards and the magazines loved you and the public, god the public, they cherished you.

Never had the world needed a relatable, kind role model more and there you were. A diamond in the rough, waiting to be seen. You were even on your way of becoming an entrepreneur in sustainable fashion.

Everything was going your way.

It was a surprise for you. After Carlos, you thought you would be moping forever. And you did, at least for a few days. But when your manager and stylist advised you to release your pent up emotions, you thought the best way to do that was fully committing yourself to your work.

No more relationships. No hookups. No races. No Carlos.

And somehow, it worked. You were a single supermodel who won over the public. No races, no Carlos. You were bringing your company money.

But yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop thinking about Carlos. His smugness, the puppy brown eyes, his touch, the little signs that he cared; the softening of the side of his eyes when he looked at you before they were ridden with lust or his need to have some part of him touching you; his hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, or soft circles rubbed on your inner wrist.

You missed him.

But that was three years ago.

You and Carlos didn't even run in the same circles anymore.

For Carlos, three years meant extending his contract with Ferrari, although God knows why, losing three chances at a championship, fighting with Adami over the radio far more than he liked, and losing Charles to Red Bull. All while feeling very empty. No one really recognised who Carlos was anymore. Not his family, not the drivers, and not the fans. Hell, he himself didn't know who he was.

Whoever Carlos was right now... it was the mere shell of who he used to be.

He was drinking far too much for an F1 driver celebrating other's podiums. And now he got angry. He didn't get angry, he seethed. He let himself feel vexed in order to get motivated. But now he was just angry and torn but not for no reason.

Carlos was an idiot. He had made an irrevocably stupid decision. Separating from you was the worse decision he had ever made. And that said something considering he had extended with the most infuriating F1 team of the past few years.

How could he have even made that decision? Normally, he thought things out. He was an F1 driver, for God's sake. Some sort of thought could be accounted for. But he didn't know what it was... maybe he was too emotional the night he was with you. Whatever it was, he should've thought it out.

God, Carlos should've realised that all he needed to do was put more effort it. You and him... it would've worked. He would've stopped hurting you. He would've been fully committed to you.

But no. He had fuck to it up.

To say Carlos hadn't been stalking your socials everyday was an understatement. Cumming to your name was a pre-race ritual that had now turned into checking what projects you were doing. Not to be dramatic, but to him, it felt like you were just keeping him alive, giving him a reason to live.

Carlos couldn't even muster the courage to call you and ask if you could talk. He didn't deserve that. Like he said, you deserved more. And all these fans and the fame and money... you deserved all of it and more. Staying away from you was the best thing he could do for you.

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Carlos had made a terrible, terrible decision to attend the Miami after race party after saying he wouldn't. In fact, he couldn't. Not when he knew for a fact that you were in a club only down the street.

The temptation to see you was strong.

The club lights flared across the dance floor while the heat and humidity of all these dancing bodies clung to his warm skin. Carlos' hands shook silently at his side while Charles and Lando mixed in conversation. Every fibre of his body was telling his feet to stick to this floor. He couldn't see you. He was only going to ruin your night. He bit down on his lip, feeling a familiar ache in his chest.

But his heart... it was a strong heart. And it was telling him to take that five minute walk.

"I'm just going to get some fresh air," Carlos yelled over the music blaring in his ears. Charles and Lando gave the Spaniard a nod before returning to their conversation.

Carlos tried to make his walk to the club as long as possible, veering off to the side, staring far too long into the windows of other stores. But eventually, he stood in front of the thriving club.

You were celebrating having reached 50 Vogue covers, including the Big Four twice. You told your manager you were fine with having dinner at home but the refusal was immediate and came with the claim of you needing a break. So here you were, dressed in the most sparkly, skimpy, backless deep cleavage silver slip dress, dancing your ass off.

When Carlos entered the club, it was hard to miss you. How could he? You were the centre of attention, dancing around in your little dress that was fighting to cling to your body while everyone cheered you on.

He shouldn't of come. He knew it. Because now, he couldn't leave. No matter how much he knew that to leave was the right decision.

You, on the other hand, didn't notice Carlos so easily. You were having the time of your life, swaying your hips side-to-side as the beat coursed through your veins. Your skin was dotted with sweat while a handsome stranger had come up to you, clearly looking to hook up. And while you weren't looking to screw just anyone, you couldn't shy away from the little bit of grinding your body so desperately craved.

The euphoria wasn't as high as you had once felt but it was enough to keep you on your toes. Heat travelled through your stomach while your eyes closed and your head fell back as another man moved behind you. You were in a haze of pleasure that made your pussy ache.

God, maybe you were too desperate for some pleasure. Because why did it feel like Carlos' cologne had engulfed you? Why did the fire burning within you flare up even further all of a sudden?

Your eyes shot open and a gasp fell from your lips when you felt a familiar hand wrap around your waist.

You tilted your head slightly, looking up at the man with wide eyes.

"Cariño," Carlos breathed out, hooded eyes peering down at you.

Your throat felt constricted. Your eyes watered with anger and shock.

"No," You said, pulling yourself away from him.

"No, no, no," You repeated while Carlos took a step towards you, hand reaching out to stop freaking you out.

"Y/N... I–" Carlos was cut short as you raced towards your table and picked up your purse and jacket, heading towards the exit doors of the club.

You could hear Carlos jog to catch up with you. Sighing, you put on your jacket, striding as far as you could in those stupidly beautiful heels you had worn. But you seemed to forget that he was an athlete at the end of the day.

"Y/N, please. Don't do this," Carlos begged, an inch away from you.

Your lips sunk into your bottom lip, ears attempting to block out the warm voice you had been craving for the past three years. Your heart was racing against your chest while your mind fell into disarray.

"Y/N," Carlos repeated, grabbing your arm gently.

You sucked in a sharp breath at his touch, feeling the hairs of your body stand straight. You turned and looked up at him with with reddened eyes, making him pause for a second.

"Three years, Carlos, three goddamn years... of nothing," You exasperated with the familiar words falling off your tongue all too easily.

"I know. I'm–"

"'... so sorry, cariño. I don't have any excuses.' Is that what you were going to say, Carlos?" You asked incredulously, arms folded as if they were going to protect you from all this sudden pain.

Carlos winced at your words, staring at you helplessly.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "I was doing fine... and you... what the hell were you thinking, Carlos?"

A silence settled between the both of you as the cold night air raced to cool down your flushed cheeks. Carlos breathed deeply. "I-I... I missed you, cariño. That's what I was thinking. That what I have been thinking for the past three years. I miss you all the time."

You stared at Carlos silently, chewing down on your lip nervously. This was what you wanted. You had waited all this time to hear those very words fall from his lips. Yet all you could say was: "So? That doesn't change anything." The lie made you crumble on the inside but you continued to speak. "You said it yourself, Carlos, we aren't good for each other. That I... deserve more."

"And you do!" Carlos spluttered, hands flailing about. "You deserve more than a better man, Y/N. You deserve the fucking universe. But I was wrong! I was wrong to say that we aren't good together. We can be good together. I think you complete me and if you let me even have the chance, I would be the luckiest man ever to be with you."

Carlos' hands were now gently holding your face, thumb gently brushing your heated skin. Your heart was now pounding in your eardrums. Your throat was caught. You felt impossibly warm. Your eyes burned, but no tears came out. "I... I gave you so many chances," You whispered.

Carlos' eyes softened at your broken voice as a sorry expression fell over his face. "I know," He sucked in a sharp breath. "I don't think I can ever forgive myself, cariño. But if I have to spend forever trying to make it up to you, I gladly will."

"Carlos," You sighed, closing your eyes. You were annoyed with yourself. Annoyed at the fact you were leaning into his touch and annoyed at the familiar heartache that always let him get away with what he wanted. "I'm terrified. I don't want to hurt again. I don't want to hurt you either."

Carlos felt his heart clench, jaw taut with irritation. Every fibre of him hated that you even had to say that. But you were right. You always were. He whispered softly, letting his forehead meet yours, "You won't. I promise. I promise to be a better man. Just please give me a chance... give us a chance."

You opened your eyes to see those desperate puppy eyes boring into yours. You brought your hand to the one holding on your face, rubbing it gently. You knew your answer the moment he asked. "Okay," You responded with a small smile.

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Initially, it was hard to get as comfortable as you once were with Carlos. You took every step with caution and he could tell by the scrunch of your nose and the chewing of you lip when you pondered for a moment too long. It was eating at him but there was nothing he could do but fufill his promise to you.

Carlos took you out on several dates as opposed to the few he previously taken you on. They weren't grand. No. Instead they were intimate. Dates that showed he was putting effort in. Like the time he decided to have a dinner date at his house where all the food was prepared by him. It was disastrous to say the least but you were also convinced he had gotten his sisters to help him out given that there was burnt food in the trash and it's aroma covered by candles and perfume in the air.

A sunset picnic followed after that. It was one of your favourites. The sun was setting, of course, and the warm breeze brushed past you while you ended up reading one of your favourite childhood books to Carlos. He listened intently as his hands roamed your skin. It wasn't necessarily sensual but it was intimate. Like all he wanted to do was just bathe in your presence. And bathe Carlos did as he began to ask you questions about your childhood and your family.

It bugged him that despite being with you for some time, he knew nothing about you. At least not really. Knowing your body reactions felt superficial in comparison to finding out you had a family pet that you cherished so much, your financial hardships, or that your parents disapproved of your modelling. That really hurt him. You didn't have anyone close to you. And he had just left you.

Carlos mentioned to you how much of a polla he truly was, apologising for all you had gone through. And while you laughed at his comment, you thanked him, hesitantly pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

Carlos gazed at you as his heart throbbed at your action. He stared at you with a twinkle in his eyes. There was something about this moment... he wasn't quite sure whether it was the setting sun that made you glow or that breeze that made your hair gently fly while your perfume consumed him, but it made him nervous and happy.

Carlos smiled at your raised brows. "You're just so beautiful, cariño."

You sucked in a sharp breath. That look in his eyes... it was the same one you gave him when you were just mesmerised by his beauty. And now he looked at you the same way.

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Three months had passed and you had finally stepped into the paddock after what had felt like forever. Everyone was psyched that you were back here. Fans were screaming your name and the drivers had finally seen the reason behind the sudden change in Carlos.

"So... you and Y/N?" Lando queried carefully, watching you talk to Lily and Alex about all the things the both of you had missed.

Carlos peered over to you, catching your passing eyes. His heart skipped a beat at your little wave and smiling eyes. He grinned at you and waved back.

Lando watched the exchange with curious eyes, pulling a feigned pained expression. "Yeah... you and Y/N."

Carlos rolled his eyes at the man who had become one of his closest friends. "Yes, Lando, we're together. We've... we've been taking it slow. So I don't fuck it up."

Lando smiled at Carlos' words. He slapped his hand on the Spaniard's shoulder. "Good," He chirped, before dropping his smile. "You better not. That's basically my best friend right there. You hurt her, you better keep an eye out for Lily and I, and Alex by association."

Carlos chuckled. "Imagine if Fewtrell heard that."

"What Max doesn't know won't hurt him," Lando shrugged.

Carlos smiled in amusement, finding you walking towards him with the previously mentioned couple. "What are you two trying to get my lovely lady to do?" He asked with narrowed eyes when you appeared with a suspiciously wide smile. A beautiful smile, but suspicious nonetheless.

You flushed at his words, taking in a deep breath. "I may have been convinced to do a bit of... ugh, golf."

Golf. Your most dreaded sport. From the moment you knew what it was, you could not think of a more boring sport to save your life. No offence to Lily, but it was an old man's sport. And every F1 driver playing it did not help. But Lily being the amazing girl she was had changed your mind.

Lando cheered and Carlos' eyes widened slightly. "How did you manage to convince her? Even I couldn't get her to join me. Me out of all people."

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics. "I think your win from me golfing is a little different from Lily's. Lily wants me to learn."

"Yeah? And what do I want that is so different?" Carlos asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to me.

You stood on your toes a bit, reaching his ear. "Quieres verme con esa diminuta ropa de golf," You whispered in Spanish, pulling away from his ear. "Esa es la diferencia." You want to see me in those teeny little golf clothes. That's the difference.

You felt a familiar tingle creep up your spine as you met Carlos' darkened eyes and tightened grip on your waist. His tongue darted out, swiping his bottom lip while he eyed you carefully. You were a vixen. A final smug smile rested on his face. "You're right, cariño. That's exactly what I want."

Lily looked at you two blankly. "Anyone catch that?" She asked Alex and Lando, who both shook their heads. She sighed, "Leave it to us to not know one of the most popular languages in the world. See you tomorrow, lovebirds. Try keep your hands off each other, there's kids."

Lando gaped at Lily's side glance towards him. "Well I never!"

Carlos grinned at Lando's words, keeping an eye on you. "I'll try."

You drew a sharp breath. What kind of mess had you exactly set up for yourself?

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To be honest, Carlos wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting when you had told him that your manager had sorted out a golf outfit since it was not like you were playing an official tournament. But when you arrived to meet Carlos, Lando, Lily, and Alex at the golf course, Carlos let out the most strained sigh he had ever released.

You were a model, sorry, a supermodel, you looked good in everything already. But you dressed up for his favourite pass time was killing him.

You stood in front of him in the sun visor that hid your long hair, wearing the absolute tightest sleeveless polo shirt known to mankind tucked into small little pink skirt that rested at the middle of your thighs.

God, you were leaving very little for Carlos to imagine. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do to you first: 'accidentally' splash that white shirt with water because he just knew by those nipples that you weren't wearing a bra or excuse the both of you to the bathroom where he could bend you over and fuck you senselessly.

Lily let out a low whistle when she saw you. "Y/N, the woman you are..." She clicked her tongue while shaking her head.

You laughed lightly as Alex look at her incredulously. "I'm right here, you know."

"Alex, are you a woman named Y/N?" Lily asked genuinely.

"I– no," Alex stuttered with furrowed brows while Lando grinned.

"That’s what I thought!" Lilly gave a smug smile, pressing a kiss to her boyfriend’s cheek before linking her arm with yours.

Alex stood with Carlos, blinking blankly at your retreating figures. “I don’t get it,” Alex told the Spaniard.

Lando chuckled while Carlos placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder. “You don’t need to. It’s Y/N. Now come on. From what I know, you have a lot to learn from Lily.”

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Carlos was already bracing himself for whatever antics you were going to put up. He was expecting your full on ass up against him, teasing him to the point where he did end up taking you in the bathroom.

But you had decided to go the hard way.

When Carlos was teaching you how to hit the ball and what angle to use the golf club, he severely used the opportunity to put his hands on your hips. He thought you were going to fall back into his chest and press up on him. But instead you decided to listen to his instructions all so intently.

Then he saw it.

Your tongue darting out past those perfect lips of yours, wetting all those crevices with a natural sheen before you sunk your teeth to concentrate on hitting the ball.

And after he had seen it, Carlos couldn’t see anything else normally. Or he would argue that you wouldn’t let him.

No way was the slip of the golf ball accidental. Not when he watched you slowly bend down to get it, revealing your delicious cleavage in the so very unfortunate cut of your polo. Not when he watched your pink skirt cling to your thighs tightly as your lips jutted out to blow away the dirt from the ball.

It was a golf ball, for God’s sake. Of course it was going to have dirt on it.

And as you stood up, you turned so your ass faced him, skirt hugging your ass tight enough so he could see a sliver of your bare pussy.

Carlos could swear that he had never clutched a golf club as hard as he had in his life.

To make matters worse, all you did was strut away with a smirk while you shamelessly checked him out all throughout the games, leaving him with a semi-hard he tried his best to hide behind the thin handle of the club.

You were torturing him without even touching him. And he hated it.

Carlos couldn’t even excuse himself nor you to the bathroom after you purposefully decide to cling to Lily, who was suggesting different methods to play.

The dreadful day had finally come to an end as everyone began to feel the kick of playing golf for so long. You and Carlos bid goodbye to Lily, Alex, and Lando, after your boyfriend definitely did not inform you that you were going back home with him instead of your manager.

After packing your things away in Carlos’ red Ferrari, you happily took a seat in the front, letting out a small yawn as you stretched your arms.

Carlos quietly eyed you as he reversed out of the parking lot. “Tired?” He asked.

You nodded with slightly heavy eyelids. “It takes a lot of energy.”

“I agree,” Carlos nodded. “Teasing takes a lot of energy, hmm?”

Your eyes were fully awake now. You peered at the side of Carlos’ face. His jaw was taut and hands tightly gripped the wheel. You tried to hide your teetering smile but it was difficult. You just loved riling up Carlos. Especially sexually.

“A lot,” You agreed, also nodding before you moved your eyes out your window to prevent you from fully grinning.

Carlos internally sighed. You were a menace.

As he drove to his hotel, an idea popped into Carlos’ head. He knew the way to hotel and golf course like the back of his hand. He also knew that in two left turns, there was the most sketchy but quiet road in town.

Carlos pushed down the indicator, watching the left arrow blink rapidly at him while he turned the wheel. He could see your head turn to him in curiosity.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Carlos smiled softly, shaking his head as if it was nothing while taking the last left turn.

You raised a brow. You feigned a gasp. “Is this where you kill me? Is this how I die? On some road in Miami?”

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Yes. How did you know?” He deadpanned.

Carlos parked the car in between some trees, ensuring that all the windows were fairly covered because no matter what, at the end of the day, he cared for both for your images.

Carlos turned to find your eyes already on him, waiting for an explanation. “You know the last time we met in Miami?”

You blinked blankly at him. “How could I forget?” You retorted sarcastically, covering up any last few traces of pain associated with that trip.

Carlos pursed his lips, smiling apologetically. He took your hands into his, rubbing them gently. “Well, when we were in the car, I had this vision—well I always have this vision but it was strong then, anyways—I had this vision of fucking you in this car, on the highway, ass on the wheel, making a mess on me, and making you cum so hard that you cover that Ferrari logo.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, eyes dilated in pleasure. Suddenly you felt tingly all over your body and a strong heat pulsating in between your thighs. You pressed your thighs together at the thought.

“So I thought,” Carlos confused, smirking at your action, “although you’ve been a tease, I would still like to fuck the life out of you, cariño. Isn’t that so nice of me?” He asked as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You wish you had the urge to roll your eyes. You really wish you did. But your breath was caught in your throat and you just felt a dribble of arousal leak past your aching core.

Instead you moved over to Carlos, putting a leg on either side of him and brought your lips to his.

Carlos immediately responded, hands flying towards your hips, gripping on your skin while he intensely kissed you back. He kissed you not just as a starved man, but a parched man. As if your lips were water and all he could do was drink you.

Your stomach churned with a familiar fire of pleasure. Your skin raised with goosebumps as Carlos’ thumbs circled your skin through the fairly thin fabric of your polo. A muffled moan was lodged in your throat the sound of Carlos’ grunts.

Carlos’ hands moved from your hips to the hem of your skirt. His hands dipped under the pink material that had been enticing him all day, feeling the ample flesh of your bare ass. An audible moan came from his throat as you had moved your lips to his neck to stop drinking those beautiful sounds.

“You’re such a tease, you know that? No fucking underwear so I could see those juicy lips of yours? Were you just waiting for me to take you from behind? What if Lando saw? Hmm?” Carlos queried, groping your ass while his fiery puppy browns pierced into your eyes.

You let out a small whine against his heated neck, bucking your hips against his cock.

“You like that, cariño? The idea of getting caught?” Carlos asked even though he clearly knew the answer if he looked down at the dark stain beginning to form on the front of your skirt.

Carlos smiled softly at your impatient eyes, pressed your hips onto his groin. “Grind on me, cariño. Make a mess on me,” He whispered, taking your lips with his once again.

You moaned as you rocked your hips back and forth in his bulge. The wave of arousal you craved slowly creeped up on you. The hard textured material of his shirt felt like a sin against your pussy. Carlos’ hands helping you keep your pace and making sure you felt every part of hard-on set you on fire.

Smoothly, Carlos used one of his hands to sneak up your thigh, the rough pads of his fingers leaving you in a blaze as he grazed your skin. “That’s it, cariño, that’s it,” He murmured against your lips. His fingers confused past the apex of your thigh, nearing your burning core.

Fuck, were you turned on. The heat radiating off your pussy was dangerous. His thumb edged towards your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves ever so slowly.

“Shit,” you swore, arching your back against the steering wheel. Your pussy ground up against his fingers while trying to press further on his cock; entertaining both levels of pleasure.

Carlos felt his cock tighten painfully against his hands when he moved his eyes from you and down to where your pussy met him. God, you had made a mess. His eyes flickered back up, watching you obscenely cover the Prancing Horse. “Merde,” He cussed.

This was how he wanted you. Fuck. Making a claim on everything that belonged to him with your body. Just the way he wanted.

You could feel Carlos dip his head forward, giving a long lick to your right nipple. You were sure your white polo was now see through, letting your pebbled mounds become available for Carlos’ disposal. You moaned, feeling your pussy become sticky with pleasure as Carlos pulled down the cut of your polo, freeing your breasts from those teasing confines, watching them bounce in admiration before he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

You arched your back even further, pushing your breast into his mouth while the other hand resting on your hip moved to fondle your lonely nipple, leaving you to do the rest of the work. "Carlos," You cried out breathlessly, speeding the pace of your hips as a familiar coil began to unwind at the pit of your stomach.

Carlos knew that tone better than he knew his circuits. Unlatching his swollen lips from your nipple, he looked up at you, making you moan even further. It was hard to disagree that Carlos was a good looking man, but right now, you were seeing him like no other: puffy lips, sweat-ridden tousled brown hair, cheeks freckled with pinks and reds, dark lust-hazed eyes... all for you.

"Don't cum just yet, cariño. I need to be inside you," Carlos panted, his tongue swiping his lips drenched.

You shuddered at the action before looking at him in dismay. "Carlos. Papi, no. Por favor." Please.

Just when Carlos thought his cock couldn't harden any further, you had proven the impossible. He held your chin in his hand, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Don't do that, cariño. Don't papi me. I'm already being so nice, hmm? Be a good girl and listen to be, okay baby?"

You sighed in frustration but you hips eased it's speed, succumbing to Carlos without a second thought.

Carlos pressed a kiss to the side of your head, continuing to rub your clit excruciatingly slow. "That's my girl," He praised, pressing you right against the steering wheel as he lifted his hips up.

Naturally your hands fell to his shorts, eagerly pushing down the pair of clothing as far as you could in this space. Your mouth salivated at the large bulge in his grey boxers. It was like his cock was greeting you; aching to me to you. In awe, you put your hand over his hard cock, softly brushing over the pulsating bulge.

"Fuck," Carlos sighed, eyes closed, feeling like he was on an obscene high already. He felt you gently trace over his thick cock, going even slower when you reached his tip, painstakingly grazing his slit through his boxers. He shot out his hand, holding yours in place.

Carlos swallowed all the saliva that he had gathered after seeing your wide, almost innocent, eyes beaming at him while a sickly sweet smile sprawled across your face. Jesus. How did he ever let you go? Now that he had you, he most certainly couldn't.

You grinned, knowing exactly how to awake the monster within him. You pushed down his boxers, letting him fully settle into the seat of the Ferrari and his cock stand against his toned stomach with a shade that almost made it look like it was angry with you for taking this long.

Gathering all the saliva in your mouth, you let the hot clear fluid slowly fall from your lips and onto his cock. Carlos sighed at the feeling, thumb reaching out to gather the last few drops from your lips before you brought it into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the pad of his thumb, giving him a pre-show before you released him.

Carlos watched as you bent down towards his cock, using your hand to rub your saliva down his throbbing cock. You could feel him pulsing in your hands, dying to be inside you. You lifted yourself back up, signalling Carlos you were ready.

Carlos' hands skated up your skirt, grabbing your bare hips as he guided you over his cock. All this time he had been teasing you as awfully as you had teased him today, so when you felt his cock against your wet folds, you let out a gasp while you hips bucked against involuntarily.

"Jesus fucking Christ," You swore, shuddering at the intoxicating high swarming through your body.

Carlos' cock throbbed against your pussy. He loved your sensitivity, so he pushed himself through your folds again, tip rubbing against your stimulated clit. He grunted against you. He could watch your body defy you over and over again.

But as much as he loved it, Carlos had been waiting to be in you liked a starved man.

Carlos' eyes flittered up to yours while he slowly pushed his cock into you. He memorised you carefully. Every twitch, every quiver. Your parter lips, the frequency of your moan. The contortion of your eyebrows while pleasure laced your eyes. He could remember you like this forever; his beautiful girl.

"Carlos," You panted, "more, please."

"Your wish is my command, princesa," Carlos whispered against your skin, pushing his hips further into you. His hands tightened around your waist, the warm grip of your folds pulling him in like a drug.

You knew it then and you knew it know. Carols had bewitched you. You would never be able to get enough of this feeling. The feeling of his cock jerking into your pussy because he just can't control himself. Nor the feeling of sucking him in like a vice because you want him all to yourself.

Carlos moaned, thrusting his aching cock while he muttered obscenities as if he was under some sort of spell. For what it was worth, he was. Every day, you entranced him. But right now, the sight of you against the Prancing Horse that was waiting to be covered in your cum... your saliva-covered breasts bouncing, your arched back against the wheel... it was driving him crazy. You were driving him crazy.

Your hands travelled to his hair, lips grazing past the bridge of his nose while you groaned. Your fingers wrapped his dishevelled brown waves around them, giving his locks a slight tug that coursed down his body.

Your hips ground against Carlos harshly, attempting to take any extra sliver of euphoria. His cock drove in and out of you at a rate that left no innocence in this car. It was lewd; the slapping of your sticky skin against one another, your breathless pants mingling together, and the fogged windows occurring from your feverish skin. Fuck, the both of you were in overdrive.

You let out a small whimper when you felt your body start to shake. You looked down at Carlos, who was peppering your bare shoulder with long sloppy kisses as he continued to thrust. Your eyes softened and the coil in your stomach began to tighten. "Carlos, I–"

Carlos smiled at the urgency in your voice. He began to pick up his pace, let out a few breathless pants. "Cum for me, mi amor."

You shook your head. "No, fuck, fuck, I–" You closed your eyes at the nearing high but forced them to open again, finding those puppy browns staring you down with confusion and maybe, just maybe, a bit of trauma from the last time. But you just had to say it. "I love you, Carlos. I love you so fucking much, mi amor. And I'll love you forever," You sobbed out.

Carlos gazed at you with wide eyes, his pace faltering slightly. As much as it turned him on, his heart was probably ten times happier. He felt warm; complete. He softened his gaze, bringing one hand to your cheek. His heart swelled at your natural lean in. Brushing his thumb gently, "I love you so much, Y/N. So much. And I'll never forget to remind you until my very last breath. You're my entire universe, querida (darling)."

Your eyes watered with a sickening amount of love as your body was hit with wave after wave. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cursed, clenching your eyes, a few tears slowly falling. Your hips bucked up against him, reaching for the high as Carlos rubbed your clit in fast circles.

"That's it, mi amor. Cum for me. Cover the the entire fucking wheel. Make a mess," Carlos encouraged, pushing you against the wheel, making your body convulse even further at the new texture.

"Fuck!" You swore, pussy throbbing and hips involuntarily jerking, reaching your climax.

Carlos groaned at the tight clench around his cock.

"Cum for me, Carlos. Look at the mess I made. All because of you. All for you," You coaxed, riding your sensitive pussy over him slowly.

His eyes flickered to the black Prancing Horse covered in your arousal; each little crevice of the wheel soaking up your cum. God, the monster you made him... He grunted, speeding up his pace as the coil in his stomach began to unwind quickly.

"Fuck, fuck," Carlos moaned loudly, holding you tightly to him. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," He muttered like a mantra, hips stuttering against you. He twitched inside you, feeling the hot salty strings of his cum spill into you.

"Oh, fuck," He sighed again, head falling on your chest while you moaned at the feeling of his cum inside you, clenching just one more time. His cock throbbed with another small high, pumping the last few ropes of his cum into you.

You let out a slow exhale, lifting Carlos' head by tilting his chin to face you. You rubbed his face gently, leaving a trail of kisses on his face as you both calmed down. You eyed the fogged windows and turned to see the Prancing Horse that had started this whole thing in the first place. You laughed softly.

"Well that was a stylish vision you had there," You remarked with a grin.

Carlos grinned right back at you. "Oh, cariño, we are doing that at least once every week."

"Oh, really?" You teased, putting your hands around his neck. "Well this type of car sex is definitely my style," You agreed after some feigned thinking.

Carlos smiled, tucking your sweaty hair behind your ears. He placed a long kiss on your lips. "It's our style."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[whoiwanttoday]

Happy Boxing Day everybody. I am posting Emily Ratajkowski today because the first time I ever posted her on this blog it was because she did a photoshoot where she was wearing boxing gloves. I should clarify, the photoshoot was why I posted her, the boxing gloves are just an identifier of said photoshoot and now it all comes around because Boxing day. Boxing Day isn't a thing here in America and I don't know why but I know it's a big deal in other places so as always, I wish you well on this day. Remember to always keep moving and keep a good stance. Standing flat footed is a good recipe to getting the ever living shit kicked out of you. Elbows down, hands up, wear them down with short jabs and save the showy power stuff for someone else. Unless your family is just really good at this the basics will get you through. Wait for a mistake and then go in for the kill but that means you have to let them be the one to make the mistakes. Be patient, be reactive. I hope you guys have a good boxing day. Today I want to fuck Emily Ratajkowski.

[andreabaideas]

I once saw a YouTube comment that Will Harrison looks like Robert Pattinson and I haven't been able to unsee it since.

Yes, they do look alike!! I would cast them as brothers, cause I truly think Robert Pattinson and Will Harrison do look alike. Also I thought that Josh Whitehouse upper face (high cheeks and eyes) kinda looked like Robert a bit, so yeah...XD And Robert has weird but cute ears, gray bluish greenish eyes and square killing chiseled jaw, just like Sam does...XD

Sam has plenty too btw : Nicholas Hoult, and Ed Skrein come to mind. Older also looks similar to Sam : Kris Holden Ried, Toby Stephens , Tom Cavanagh and Iain Glen.

Chaos , right? ... I like them all...Should i just move to UK? XD

So yeah, lots of lost family. Most Hot people on Hollywood look similar tbh.

You have: Anne Hathaway, Eva Longoria, Sandra Bullock (if you squint hard enough), Dua Lipa and Emily Ratajkowski for Camila Morrone.

Also Kristen Stewart, Drew Barrymore, Teresa Palmer, Elizabeth Gillies, Elaine Hendrix and Young redhead (pre botox) Nicole Kidman ( like she was in Practical Magic) and Meriem Uzerli look like Riley Keough. My cousin says Stef Dawson and Riley Keough look alike , she mixes them. I think they could pass as sisters tbh. Some say Jena Malone too (but Ive seen a movie with both of them together as a romantic couple, and I dont see It XD. However , I do see Jena and Kristen though).

Gavin Drea looks like a mix between Richard Armitage and Peter Facinelli. He IS that Hot (so sad his Djats character sucked)

And Suki IS a prettier hotter mix between Anna Paquin and Billie Piper. Period.

Conclusion: Will and Sam in Djats did look like brothers to me , so... Rob and Sam could play brothers too.

My family template or lookalikes are chaotic , but like...fitting XD

Youll see now. I'll post It!

[sakuramom]

2024 Reading List

Goal: 52 books

Goal progress: 39/52

My Body- Emily Ratajkowski ⭐️⭐️

Gone Girl- Gillian Flynn⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Somebody’s Daughter- Ashley C. Ford⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Invisible sex- J.M. Adovasio, Olga Soffer, Jake Page⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Catboy- Benji Nate ⭐️⭐️

Project Hail Mary- Andy Weir ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Exorcist- William Peter Blatty ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Martian- Andy Weir ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Carrie- Stephen King ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Food Medic: The Female Factor- Hazel Wallace⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Eve: How the Female Body Drove 200 Million Years of Evolution- Cat Bohannon⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Hangsaman- Shirley Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Annihilation- Jeff Vandermeer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

My Best Friend’s Exorcism- Grady Hendrix ⭐️⭐️⭐️

My Heart is a Chainsaw- Stephen Graham Jones ⭐️⭐️⭐️

We Have Always Lived in the Castle- Shirley Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

And Then I Woke Up- Malcolm Devlin ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Authority- Jeff Vandermeer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Acceptance- Jeff Vandermeer ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Don’t Fear the Reaper- Stephen Graham Jones ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Angel of Indian Lake- Stephen Graham Jones DNF

The Need- Helen Phillips ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Blue Heaven- C.J. Box ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’m Thinking of Ending Things- Iain Reid ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Lottery: Adventures of the Daemon Lover- Shirley Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Haunting of Hill House- Shirley Jackson ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Men Who Hate Women- Laura Bates ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Always Watching- Chevy Stevens ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Never Knowing- Chevy Stevens ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

That Night- Chevy Stevens ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Never Let You Go- Chevy Stevens ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Still Missing- Chevy Stevens ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Family- Micol Ostow ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Bell Jar- Sylvia Plath ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Dark Roads- Chevy Stevens ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Ruins- Scott Smith DNF

The Way I Am Now- Amber Smith ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Le Petit Prince- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bronze Age Mindset

SCUM Manifesto- Valerie Solanas ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[maia-bochner]

Full Name: Maia Sophia Bochner

Nicknames: Mai

Faceclaim: Emily Ratajkowski

Age & Birthday: 31 - August 19th 1992

Zodiac: Leo

Occupation: Bartender at Golden Hour

Preferred Pronouns & Gender: She/her & cisfemale

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hometown & length of time in town: Los Angeles, California. Moved to Briar Ridge when she was 14, left for college and returned a few years after for 10 years in total.

Neighborhood: Beach Front

Family: Only child, a mother and father still alive

Maia was born in Los Angeles when her father was on tour. He almost missed her birth but managed to get home in time. Her father was a guitarist in a popular rock band of the 80's and for most of her childhood Maia has many memories of staying home with her mom while her dad toured. Sometimes they would visit him during his tours and she grew up with the band members. When she was about 10 her father's career had slowed down, the band had broken up and he had no plans to join a new band. Maia's mother grew up in a small town in North Carolina and knew of Briar Ridge. They decided to move the family to North Carolina to raise Maia in a more stable city and household so they moved out there when she was 14.

Maia attended high school in Briar Ridge. And though it was very different than L.A., she still enjoyed the beach town. Maia was always friendly and vivacious and was a cheerleader in high school. When it came time to go to college, she choose to attend University of Southern California. Maia got a degree in marketing, but school wasn't really something she cared too much for. After school, she stayed in L.A. and started her history of bouncing from job to job with no real career.

She did social media for a cosmetics company while doing some small time modeling on the side. After that, she worked at a night club. Maia had money from her parents so working was never really needed. She moved around to different cities for a few years, working odd jobs and traveling on vacations more often than she worked. She lived in New York City, Miami and Chicago after L.A. before finally moving back to Briar Ridge.

When she moved back she started a job at a boutique, then was an assistant to a photographer, and finally she got her job as a bartender at The Golden Hour Beach Bar where she is currently. Maia likes Briar Ridge, she likes the city by the beach and still travels a lot while only working a few days a week.

Maia is a free spirit and vivacious. She's flirty, spontaneous and while spoiled she treats everyone kindly and respectfully. While she has no musical talent herself, she grew up around the music scene and has both family friends established in the music industry and new friends who have made their way into it. Maia has no plans for the future and is more focused on just enjoying life.

[mari-zuko]

MEET THE ZUKO FAMILY.

DEAN ZUKO (TIMOTHY OLYPHANT)

RUTH ZUKO née FRIEDMAN (RACHEL WEISZ) 

BRYN ZUKO (EMILY RATAJKOWSKI)

MARI ZUKO (KAiA GERBER)

Dean Zuko (54 years old) - dean of faculty at Ogden College

Ruth Zuko (53 years old) - restaurateur, owner of a prestigious restaurant in Boston’s north end

Bryn Zuko (27 years old) - bartender, currently lives in Brooklyn

Mari Zuko (22 years old) - student, currently at Ogden College

[thelensofyashunews]

Hood Fav Jay Critch Drops Effortlessly Fly 'HUMBLE GIANT' Album

A favorite son in Brooklyn since he emerged with a vengeance as a teenager, Jay Critch towers over his competition. Coming through with a collection of highly-confident NY rap slappers, the Clinton Hill native shares HUMBLE GIANT. A thorough examination of Critch's colossal stature, HUMBLE GIANT displays a more mature attitude from the 25-year-old firebrand, alternating his signature flex-fests with songs that take a more reflective and melodic direction. Still, there are plenty of tracks on the follow-up to his acclaimed 2023 mixtape Jugg Season in which Critch displays plenty of his old self, indicating that the giant might not be truly humble: "I done leveled up, god knows I done took a loss/They be teamin' up against me, I must be the final boss," he spits on "Final Boss." 

Spanning 13 tracks, the tape displays Critch's mastery of a variety of New York rap styles, from the slinking and skittering "Too Rare," which harkens back to the '00s days of Fabolous and Noreaga, to the recently-shared "Kick It," a Cash Cobain-produced slice of sample drill with a video set at "Critch Fil-A." HUMBLE GIANT rekindles Jay's relationship with his favorite sound architects, including Tony Seltzer, whose wistful guitar melodies on "Absent" allow Critch to open up about his traumatic childhood. The rapper expertly ties his own experiences to those of a star athlete: "Lamar Jackson" rides Eastern strings and icy synths as Critch moves around in the beat's pocket like the titular mobile quarterback, while "In The League" reflects on how he's been able to keep his family fed with his rap music. Featuring additional production from B Wolf, Laron, frequent collaborator YungGMoney, and many others, HUMBLE GIANT is available everywhere via Talk Money Entertainment / EMPIRE and is now available for pre-order.

Since he burst onto the scene as a teenager with singles like "Ad Libs" and the beloved Hood Favorite mixtape, Jay Critch has been one of New York's favorite sons. His collaborations with Rich The Kid and Famous Dex on the Rich Forever mixtape series remain the stuff of legend, but he hasn't stopped switching up his style or releasing new heat for the streets. Last year, Critch shared the acclaimed Jugg Season, featuring guest spots from Max B, Baby Money, and his Rich Forever associate Rich The Kid, earning Critch a write-up at Pitchfork. Critch recently expanded his CV to include modeling, as he modeled for the Kors x Ellesse campaign alongside Emily Ratajkowski in 2022. He showcased his energetic performance style on a recent edition of On The Radar, featuring two new songs from HUMBLE GIANT.

Stay tuned for more announcements from Jay Critch, as he continues to elevate in NYC and beyond.

[goongiveusnothing]

gosh what a mess. and it’s all because he can’t keep his dick in his pants. what an asshole. and let’s not forget the rumours about him hooking up with both florence and olivia on dwd set. he’s sooo 🤢🤢🤢🤢

https://pagesix.com/2023/03/27/emily-ratajkowski-begging-olivia-wildes-forgiveness/?utm_medium=SocialFlow&utm_campaign=SocialFlow&utm_source=P6Twitter

so the rumours that seem very official are:

zach braff and harry have been friends for years.

florence was dating zach braff.

on the first week on the set of their movie, harry and florence share a kiss offstage.

olivia finds out about it and tells her then fiance jason sudeikis.

jason sudeikis and zach braff are friends.

zach and harry are no longer friends.

olivia then decides to steal away harry from florence, kissing him the next week at some movie set dinner thing.

they start sleeping together privately on set, off set. she lies to jason about it claiming for Covid reasons they can't live together anymore. she can't even see her kids anymore. she moves in with harry.

he finds out about it. throws a shit show.

they announce a separation. they attend couple's therapy together. in december she's still sleeping naked in his bed.

the start of january and harry invites olivia as his girlfriend as he officiates his nepo baby manager's wedding. the nepo baby's family at this point are forcing their cleaning lady to do horrifying abusive things, like clean their sex toys.

emrata attends a harry concert along with olivia in paris. rumours they all had a threesome that night begin.

harry breaks up with olivia.

immediately follows emrata on instagram. clearly seeking to hook up with her.

proceeds to date women in colombia, a brunette at the brit's after party, blonde skinny models at a concert in australia, is contacting his hook ups in australia, hook ups with yan yan chan, then in japan goes on a hook up with emrata.

[realnewsposts]

Emily Ratajkowski Net Worth, Ethnicity, Family, Bio, and Fun Facts

Emily Ratajkowski is an American model, actress, author, and activist. She was born on 07 June 1991 in London, England, United Kingdom but raised in San Diego, United States.  Emily rose to fame in 2013 after appearing in the music video for Robin Thicke’s hit song “Blurred Lines”. Since then, she has appeared in numerous films and television shows, including Gone Girl, We Are Your Friends, and…

[camillefaust]

⸻ emily ratajkowski, 31, cis female, she/her // in the NORTHSIDE neighborhood of Bradford Springs, you’ll find CAMILLE FAUST who’s lived there for THIRTY-ONE YEARS and they spend their days working as a REAL ESTATE DEVELOPER. They’ve been described as CLEVER, PASSIONATE, IMMORAL, and HEDONISTIC by the people that know them. This is her story.

infidelity tw

her warning label should read: ruinous, immoral, and hedonistic.

a bradford springs native and born evelyn rowe, up until she was 12 she had a happy life in southside with an older sister named sophia. her father was a professor at the university and her mother was a hairdresser

age 13 everything fell apart due to the shocking discovery of her father’s infidelity. she and her sister were moved out with her mother and they started over.

this is when the name change came about, going from evelyn to camille, to save some of the connection and embarrassment due to her father’s transgressions. he ended up remarrying to a rich woman in northside after breaking up her marriage but camille wouldn’t exactly let him off the hook for ruining their lives.

attended the local uni, so yay for any alumni connections!

during college she found the woman that split up her family and began meddling into her life from a distance, very cleverly behind the scenes kind of stuff but small enough to go unnoticed.

she watched this woman’s marriage crumble with a smile on her face.

ended up engaged herself after a year of a successful relationship but… it was no coincidence that it was the ex husband of the woman who’d split up her family. eventually once the connection was realized by the woman (albeit after going a lil crazy)  camille walked away from it all, including her engagement, feeling satisfied with revenge.

in the midst of all that she worked in real estate development and got herself into a good firm.

oh, and also made sure her lying cheat of a father paid up to her mother and now lives in his former northside house.

[rxscss]

"𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝒾'𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 '𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎. 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹. 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 '𝑒𝓂 𝒷𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒."

(—) ★ spotted!! BROOKE HAWKER on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 33 year old looks like EMILY RATAJKOWSKI, but i don’t really see it. while  the FORMER REALITY TV STAR/CREATIVE DIRECTOR OF VOGUE is known for being METICULOUS my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be IMPATIENT i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN by BILLIE EILLISH  {she/her / cisfemale} - penned by CANDICE - penned by candice, 25, cisfemale, she/her

𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼

wanted connections + connections || musings || pinterest || instagram || headcanons

𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

name: brooke francesca hawker

age: thirty three

nicknames: none, she doesn’t do nicknames.

date of birth: january 3rd, 1989

astrological sign: capricorn

place of birth: london england

occupation: former reality tv star / current creative director of vogue

label: the queen bee

positive traits: meticulous, poised, chic, eloquent

negative traits: impatient, a perfectionist, judgmental, snobby

characters/celebrities she’s like: blair waldorf from gossip girl, lauren conrad from the hills, emily charlton from the devil wears prada, brooke davis from one tree hill, alexa chung, chiara ferragni, rachel zoe, mary kate and ashley (currently)

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂

being the first born daughter of francesca albrecht, the editor in chief of vogue, and sebastian hawker, an american business magnate, computer scientist and internet entrepreneur, brooke grew up being the absolute apple of her mother's eye.

despite their upper class status, brooke and her siblings grew up fairly normal, their parents always wanting to keep them humble and grounded and most importantly, hard working. they weren’t just handed the money they made, they earned it, and they wanted their children to do the same.

unlike her other siblings who went in different directions, brooke had always been glued to their mother’s side. from a little girl she was obsessed with the fashion world, often seen strolling hand and hand with francesca into the british vogue offices dressed to the nines while francesca worked on various projects as their creative director.

even as a little girl, she was known for being even more brutal than her mother, making sure her opinions were heard loud and clear and that everything was nothing short of perfection. and while most around the office found the demanding little girl funny, francesca realized that her daughter had true talent and an eye for fashion.

she attended private school and when college came around, she attended a year at central saint martins college of art and design, the most famous fashion school in the uk, and majored in fashion communications.

however, after a year there, her mother was offered the editor in chief position at vogue and when the opportunity to move to the states arose, brooke followed along with her family.

just because her mother was the editor of vogue, however, didn’t mean that brooke was simply going to be handed a career on a silver platter. her mother encouraged her to continue her studies and brooke made her headquarters in new york city, attending the fashion institute of technology.

living on her own in new york city thrust brooke into a new spotlight that she had never been in before. her family was famously private, but brooke began hanging out in the new york social scene of the fashion world - partying with models, photographers, designers and more and eventually, she became new york city’s biggest it-girl, much to the dismay of her father and especially, her mother.

however, brooke saw this as an opportunity. the world was obsessed with everything she was wearing, where she was eating, where she was partying, quite literally every aspect of her life, so, at just 20 years old, she headed to the mtv headquarters in new york city and pitched them an idea for a show, inspired by the life of her and her friends in new york city.

thus, in 2009, ‘soho’ premiered. (basically the new york version of ‘the hills’) and brooke and her friendd catapulted into stardom - the world becoming obsessed with the groups fights, make-ups and break-ups and the way they lived their life every day in new york city. (there’s a bunch of wcs on my wanted page for her that goes more into the dynamics of her friends!!)

for five years, her life revolved around the show and after five seasons, she was absolutely mentally drained - sick and tired of everything she said and did being under a microscope. so, she left the show, that only lasted for one more season without her,, and moved to los angeles where her family was.

from 2012-2017, she lived pretty off the radar (very mary kate and ashley kind of vibes) and started her very own fashion brand called ‘the echelon’ and poured all of her energy into making that a success. she hired the best designers in the world and the most sought after team of creatives and after years of hard work and dedication, it became one of the most sought after brands in the industry.

however, in 2017, her world got shaken up when her father was under fbi investigation, which caused the split of her parents, and her sister, lily was in a career changing car accident.

she spent the next couple of years taking a step back from her line and focusing on being there for her sister and mother, angry with her father for doing this to the family.

her and her mother had been on the outs for years, francesca being completely against the reality tv direction that her daughter had gone into, but seeing how she stepped up for the family truly mended that gap between them and in 2020, francesca named brooke the creative director of vogue.

she’s come a long way from that party girl in new york city and brooke takes her role and her job incredibly seriously. she sold her fashion brand to lvhm for ten billion dollars, which was a record acquisition, and now eat, sleeps and breathes vogue.

she, like she was as a child, is once again glued to her mother’s side, walking into the vogue offices each day dressed to the nines.

𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓶𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂 & 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓻

reality tv career

soho - 2009-2011 - reality show revolving around her and her friend’s lives in nyc

fashion career

ceo/founder/creative director of ‘the echelon’ - 2012-2020 - was sold in 2020 to lvhm for ten billion dollars

creative director of vogue magazine - 2020-present

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Emily Ratajkowski, Sebastian Bear-McClard's Family Album With Son

Emily Ratajkowski, Sebastian Bear-McClard’s Family Album With Son

Their growing boy. After welcoming son Sylvester in March 2021, Emily Ratajkowski continues to offer a glimpse at her life as a mother. The model announced that she was expecting her first child with Sebastian Bear-McClard after two years of marriage. At the time, Ratajkowski opened up about how being pregnant was an “innately lonely” experience. “It’s something a woman does by herself, inside…

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(—) ★ spotted!! BROOKE HAWKER ALBRECHT on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 34 year old looks like EMILY RATAJKOWSKI, but i don’t really see it. while  the FORMER REALITY TV STAR/CREATIVE DIRECTOR OF VOGUE is known for being METICULOUS my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be IMPATIENT i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN by BILLIE EILLISH { SHE/HER, CISFEMALE }

  ˗ˏˋ ＊ ‣ 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬    :  

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼

name: brooke francesca hawker albrecht

age: thirty four

nicknames: none, she doesn’t do nicknames.

date of birth: january 3rd, 1990

astrological sign: capricorn

place of birth: london england

occupation: former reality tv star / current creative director of vogue

label: the queen bee

positive traits: meticulous, poised, chic, eloquent

negative traits: impatient, a perfectionist, judgmental, snobby

characters/celebrities she’s like: blair waldorf from gossip girl, lauren conrad from the hills, emily charlton from the devil wears prada, brooke davis from one tree hill, alexa chung, chiara ferragni, rachel zoe, mary kate and ashley (currently)

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂

being the first born daughter of francesca albrecht, the editor in chief of vogue, and sebastian hawker, an american business magnate, computer scientist and internet entrepreneur, brooke grew up being the absolute apple of her mother's eye.

despite their upper class status, brooke and her siblings grew up fairly normal, their parents always wanting to keep them humble and grounded and most importantly, hard working. they weren’t just handed the money they made, they earned it, and they wanted their children to do the same.

unlike her other siblings who went in different directions, brooke had always been glued to their mother’s side. from a little girl she was obsessed with the fashion world, often seen strolling hand and hand with francesca into the british vogue offices dressed to the nines while francesca worked on various projects as their creative director.

even as a little girl, she was known for being even more brutal than her mother, making sure her opinions were heard loud and clear and that everything was nothing short of perfection. and while most around the office found the demanding little girl funny, francesca realized that her daughter had true talent and an eye for fashion.

she attended private school and when college came around, she attended a year at central saint martins college of art and design, the most famous fashion school in the uk, and majored in fashion communications.

however, after a year there, her mother was offered the editor in chief position at vogue and when the opportunity to move to the states arose, brooke followed along with her family.

just because her mother was the editor of vogue, however, didn’t mean that brooke was simply going to be handed a career on a silver platter. her mother encouraged her to continue her studies and brooke made her headquarters in new york city, attending the fashion institute of technology.

living on her own in new york city thrust brooke into a new spotlight that she had never been in before. her family was famously private, but brooke began hanging out in the new york social scene of the fashion world - partying with models, photographers, designers and more and eventually, she became new york city’s biggest it-girl, much to the dismay of her father and especially, her mother.

however, brooke saw this as an opportunity. the world was obsessed with everything she was wearing, where she was eating, where she was partying, quite literally every aspect of her life, so, at just 20 years old, she headed to the mtv headquarters in new york city and pitched them an idea for a show, inspired by the life of her and her friends in new york city.

thus, in 2009, ‘soho’ premiered. (basically the new york version of ‘the hills’) and brooke and her friends catapulted into stardom - the world becoming obsessed with the groups fights, make-ups and break-ups and the way they lived their life every day in new york city. (there’s a bunch of wcs on my wanted page for her that goes more into the dynamics of her friends!!)

for five years, her life revolved around the show and after five seasons, she was absolutely mentally drained - sick and tired of everything she said and did being under a microscope. so, she left the show, that only lasted for one more season without her,, and moved to los angeles where her family was.

from 2012-2017, she lived pretty off the radar (very mary kate and ashley kind of vibes) and started her very own fashion brand called ‘the echelon’ and poured all of her energy into making that a success. she hired the best designers in the world and the most sought after team of creatives and after years of hard work and dedication, it became one of the most sought after brands in the industry.

however, in 2017, her world got shaken up when her father was under fbi investigation, which caused the split of her parents, and her sister, lily was in a career changing car accident.

she spent the next couple of years taking a step back from her line and focusing on being there for her sister and mother, angry with her father for doing this to the family.

her and her mother had been on the outs for years, francesca being completely against the reality tv direction that her daughter had gone into, but seeing how she stepped up for the family truly mended that gap between them and in 2020, francesca named brooke the creative director of vogue.

she’s come a long way from that party girl in new york city and brooke takes her role and her job incredibly seriously. she sold her fashion brand to lvhm for ten billion dollars, which was a record acquisition, and now eat, sleeps and breathes vogue.

after her father's recent legal battles, she changed her last name to 'albrecht', her mother's maiden name, completely cutting the man out of her life.

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✰ dana , fem, twenty7 . 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒄𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 is an multi-muse indie side blog highly dependent on 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒑𝒔 . current activity: low. moderate. high. semi-hiatus. hiatus.

guidelines can be found here. see below for the muse list !!

astrid nordhagen . 18 - 26 . college student . ( resembles kristine froseth . ) alexander "xander" vogel. 28 - 32 . avian vet or english lit professor ( depending on verse ) . ( resembles andy biersack/black . ) bianca "bia" cuevas espinosa . 28 . heiress, marketing exec. for her family's tequila company . ( resembles becky g . ) bryony imogen rose whybrew . 26 - 30 . uk-based & internationally acclaimed singer-songwriter, producer, brand ambassador . ( resembles perrie edwards . ; alt. : anne-marie . ) cordelia "lux" bianciardi . 22 - 26 . heiress, professional artist, aspiring art gallery director . ( resembles alice pagani . ) esperanza "essie" valencia florez . 30 - 35 . marketing executive, digital nomad . ( resembles diane guerrero . ) felix valentin garcia . 28 . bartender/mixologist & jewelry designer . ( resembles bad bunny . ) gianella "gia" giordano . 26 - 29 . occupation tbd . ( resembles ariana grande . ) inés navarette covarrubias . 28 - 30 . jewelry designer . ( resembles kara del toro . ) isabel "isa" valencia florez . 27 - 31 . structural engineer . ( resembles karol g . ) javier "javi" cuevas espinosa . 35 - 38 . business consultant & investor . ( resembles manny montana . ) juan "grim" grimaldo cortez . 28 - 32 . electrician & jack of all trades . ( resembles julio macias . ) lizette "liz" lorenzo zamora . 26 - 29 . high profile hair stylist . ( resembles lauren jauregui . ) mateo "teo" cuevas espinosa . 22 - 24 . twitch streamer/content creator . ( resembles xolo maridueña . ) marcelina "mars" lewandowska . 27 - 32 . social media marketing for a luxury hotel . ( resembles jojo levesque . ) paloma montenegro macalpine . 24 - 27 . principal dancer in a prestigious ballet company . ( resembles anya taylor joy . ) rachel pasternak . 28 - 30 . bikini designer , poor little rich girl . ( resembles emily ratajkowski . ) ramona "mona" rivera . 33 . visiting faculty at the university of new mexico . ( resembles selena gomez . ) rocío cordova cuevas . 32 . lawyer-turned-stay-at-home mom . ( resembles eiza gonzalez . ) rosaura “rosie” alvarez . 22 - 26 . retail girlie, part-time bottle girl , recovering high profile escort (depending on age . ) . ( resembles bella thorne . ) summer vogel . 22 - 26 . costume designer for a prestigious ballet company & content creator . ( resembles chloë grace moretz . ) vladislav "slava" volkov . 24 - 29 . (professional) hacker/cybersecurity expert . ( resembles nicholas galitzine . )

coming soon: alexander speitzer , áron piper , danny ramirez , ecko , ed skrein , lauren lavera , penn badgley , sebastian stan , taylor swift , taylor zakhar perez .

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super hot 40

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super hot 40

Die Modewelt ist bekannt für seine atemberaubenden Models, die auf den Laufstegen und in Werbekampagnen weltweit zu sehen sind. In diesem Artikel stellen wir Ihnen 40 der heißesten Models vor, die mit ihrem Aussehen, ihrer Ausstrahlung und ihrem Talent begeistern.

Gigi Hadid: Die amerikanische Schönheit hat einen beeindruckenden Aufstieg in der Modebranche erlebt und wurde bereits mehrfach als eines der begehrtesten Models der Welt ausgezeichnet.

Kendall Jenner: Als Teil der berühmten Kardashian-Jenner Familie hat Kendall das Rampenlicht erobert und sich einen Namen in der Modewelt gemacht.

Cara Delevingne: Mit ihrem markanten Aussehen und ihrer rebellischen Persönlichkeit hat sich Cara Delevingne zu einer der beliebtesten Models entwickelt.

Adriana Lima: Das brasilianische Model gehört zu den erfolgreichsten Victoria's Secret Engeln aller Zeiten und ist für ihre sinnlichen Auftritte bekannt.

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley: Die britische Schönheit hat nicht nur eine beeindruckende Karriere als Model, sondern auch als Schauspielerin.

Bella Hadid: Als Schwester von Gigi Hadid hat auch Bella ihre Spuren in der Modewelt hinterlassen und wurde bereits mehrfach für ihre Schönheit und Eleganz ausgezeichnet.

Alessandra Ambrosio: Als ehemaliger Victoria's Secret Engel hat Alessandra Ambrosio die Modewelt im Sturm erobert und ist nach wie vor einer der heißesten Stars der Branche.

Irina Shayk: Das russische Model hat nicht nur eine umwerfende Ausstrahlung, sondern auch eine beeindruckende Karriere mit Auftritten für namhafte Designer und Marken.

Emily Ratajkowski: Mit ihrem kurvigen Körper und ihrem sinnlichen Auftritt ist Emily Ratajkowski zu einer der begehrtesten Models geworden.

Joan Smalls: Das puerto-ricanische Model gehört zu den erfolgreichsten Models der Welt und hat bereits für zahlreiche Designer gearbeitet.

Diese Liste enthält nur eine kleine Auswahl der heißesten Models, die die Modewelt derzeit zu bieten hat. Ihre Schönheit, ihr Talent und ihr einzigartiger Stil machen sie zu wahren Ikonen und Vorbildern für viele Menschen. Die Models sind inspirierende Frauen, die durch ihre Arbeit in der Modebranche die Welt verzaubern.

Verführerische Damen ab 40

In unseren heutigen Gesellschaften ist das Konzept von Schönheit und Attraktivität nicht mehr ausschließlich auf junge Frauen beschränkt. Immer mehr Menschen erkennen und schätzen die natürliche Anmut und Anziehungskraft erwachsener Frauen über 40. Diese Frauen verkörpern eine Mischung aus Jugendlichkeit, Lebenserfahrung und Selbstbewusstsein, die viele Menschen anspricht.

Verführerische Damen ab 40 haben einen einzigartigen Reiz, der in ihrer Ausstrahlung und ihrer Einstellung zum Leben liegt. Im Vergleich zu jüngeren Frauen haben sie bereits viel erlebt und wissen, wer sie sind und was sie wollen. Dieses Selbstverständnis strahlen sie aus und ziehen damit die Aufmerksamkeit anderer Menschen auf sich.

Darüber hinaus haben Frauen in diesem Alter oft eine reife Schönheit entwickelt, die von Charakter und Persönlichkeit geprägt ist. Ihre Gesichtszüge verraten eine Geschichte, ihre Falten erzählen von gelebten Momenten und ihre Ausdruckskraft ist eine Verbindung zu ihrem inneren Wesen. Dies macht sie auf ganz natürliche Weise verführerisch und anziehend.

Neben ihrer Ausstrahlung verfügen diese Damen auch über ein tiefes Verständnis für Beziehungen und intime Verbindungen. Sie wissen, was sie wollen und setzen ihre Wünsche mit klaren Vorstellungen um. Ihr Sexualleben ist in der Regel erfüllt und aufregend, da sie die Hemmungen der Jugend abgelegt haben und ihr eigenes Vergnügen schätzen.

Die gesellschaftliche Akzeptanz von reiferen Frauen als verführerisch und attraktiv ist in den letzten Jahren stark gewachsen. Medien und Modeindustrie haben begonnen, diese Frauen zu repräsentieren und ihre Schönheit zu feiern. Dadurch fühlen sich viele Frauen über 40 inspiriert und ermutigt, ihre eigene Attraktivität zu erkunden und auszudrücken.

Abschließend lässt sich sagen, dass verführerische Damen ab 40 eine ganz besondere Anziehungskraft haben, die auf ihrer Lebenserfahrung, ihrem Selbstbewusstsein und ihrer natürlichen Schönheit basiert. Sie sind ein Beweis dafür, dass Attraktivität keine Altersgrenze kennt und dass reife Frauen in jeder Hinsicht verführerisch sein können. Die Akzeptanz und Wertschätzung dieser Frauen hat sich positiv entwickelt und trägt dazu bei, dass Frauen ihr eigenes Älterwerden mit Stolz und Selbstbewusstsein annehmen können.

Erfahrene Frauen in ihren Vierzigern

Frauen in ihren Vierzigern gehen durch eine Phase des Wandels und der Reife. Sie haben viele Lebenserfahrungen gemacht und haben nun ein tieferes Verständnis für sich selbst und ihre Bedürfnisse entwickelt. Diese Erfahrungen machen sie zu starken und selbstbewussten Frauen, die wissen, was sie wollen.

Eine der bemerkenswerten Eigenschaften, die Frauen in ihren Vierzigern haben, ist ihre sexuelle Erfahrung und Ausdrucksfähigkeit. Sie haben eine reiche Vergangenheit und haben ihre sexuellen Vorlieben und Wünsche erkundet. Dies ermöglicht ihnen, ihr Sexualleben bewusst zu gestalten und ihre Fantasien auszuleben. Sie wissen, wie sie ihre eigenen Bedürfnisse befriedigen können und können in einer intimen Beziehung leicht kommunizieren.

Darüber hinaus haben Frauen in ihren Vierzigern eine natürliche Schönheit entwickelt, die auf einer gesunden Lebensweise und persönlicher Akzeptanz basiert. Sie wissen, wie wichtig körperliche Fitness und Wohlbefinden sind und pflegen sich entsprechend. Sie haben gelernt, sich um sich selbst zu kümmern, sodass sie stolz auf ihr Aussehen sein können. Diese Selbstakzeptanz macht sie attraktiv und strahlend.

Die Erfahrungen, die Frauen in ihren Vierzigern gemacht haben, haben auch ihre emotionale Reife gefördert. Sie haben gelernt, mit Herausforderungen umzugehen und haben ein tieferes Verständnis für ihre eigenen Emotionen sowie die Emotionen anderer entwickelt. Dies ermöglicht ihnen, stabile und erfüllende Beziehungen aufzubauen, sei es romantisch oder auch freundschaftlich.

Es ist wichtig anzumerken, dass es bei Frauen in ihren Vierzigern nicht nur um sexuelle Erfahrungen geht. Sie sind auch beruflich etabliert und haben erfolgreich Karriere gemacht. Sie sind finanziell unabhängig und haben ein hohes Maß an Selbstvertrauen erreicht. Dies macht sie zu inspirierenden Vorbildern für jüngere Generationen.

Insgesamt sind erfahrene Frauen in ihren Vierzigern eine Bereicherung für jede Beziehung oder Gemeinschaft. Sie verkörpern Stärke, Weisheit und Selbstvertrauen. Ihre sexuelle Erfahrung und emotionale Reife machen sie zu aufgeschlossenen und selbstbewussten Partnern. Respekt und Anerkennung für die Leistungen und Qualitäten von Frauen in ihren Vierzigern sind daher von großer Bedeutung.

Heiße 40-Jährige sind Frauen, die in der Mitte ihres Lebens stehen und ihren 40. Geburtstag feiern. In diesem Alter haben Frauen oft ein hohes Maß an Selbstbewusstsein und Erfahrung gewonnen, was sie zu attraktiven und interessanten Persönlichkeiten macht.

Es ist wichtig zu beachten, dass Schönheit kein bestimmtes Alter hat. Frauen in ihren 40ern können immer noch alle Blicke auf sich ziehen und haben oft eine natürliche Ausstrahlung und Anziehungskraft. Sie haben gelernt, sich selbst zu akzeptieren und sind oft zufrieden mit ihrem Körper und Aussehen.

Heiße 40-Jährige haben oft eine gesunde Work-Life-Balance erreicht und wissen, wie wichtig es ist, sich selbst zu verwöhnen und gut für sich selbst zu sorgen. Sie nehmen sich Zeit für Fitness, Ernährung und den gelegentlichen Wellness-Tag, um ihren Körper und Geist in Topform zu halten.

Im Bereich der Mode haben heiße 40-Jährige ihren eigenen Stil gefunden. Sie wissen, was ihnen steht und zeigen oft Selbstvertrauen, indem sie Kleidung tragen, die ihre Persönlichkeit unterstreicht. Sie experimentieren gerne mit verschiedenen Trends, ohne jeglichen Druck, um anderen zu gefallen.

Was die Beziehung betrifft, haben heiße 40-Jährige oft eine stabile und sich entwickelnde Partnerschaft. Sie haben die Höhen und Tiefen des Lebens gemeistert und wissen, was sie von einer Beziehung erwarten. Sie sind in der Regel einfühlsam, selbstbewusst und wissen, was sie wollen.

Heiße 40-Jährige sind keine fiktive Figur, sondern echte Frauen, die das Leben in vollen Zügen genießen. Sie sind selbstbewusst, attraktiv und erfolgreich. Es ist wichtig, dass wir uns von gesellschaftlichen Stereotypen lösen und erkennen, dass Schönheit und Attraktivität nicht an ein bestimmtes Alter gebunden sind. Heiße 40-Jährige sind ein Beweis dafür, dass das Alter keine Grenzen setzt.

Attraktive Frauen über 40

In der heutigen Gesellschaft gibt es eine wachsende Zahl von Frauen, die über 40 Jahre alt sind und dennoch ihre Attraktivität bewahren. Diese Frauen sind ein Beispiel dafür, dass Schönheit keine Altersgrenzen kennt.

Lebenserfahrung: Frauen über 40 haben viel Lebenserfahrung gesammelt. Diese Erfahrungen haben ihre Persönlichkeit geformt und ihnen geholfen, zu wachsen und sich weiterzuentwickeln. Das macht sie zu interessanten Gesprächspartnern und zu inspirierenden Menschen.

Selbstbewusstsein: Mit zunehmendem Alter entwickeln viele Frauen ein starkes Selbstbewusstsein. Sie wissen, wer sie sind und was sie wollen, und haben gelernt, ihre Stärken zu betonen. Dieses Selbstbewusstsein strahlt nach außen ab und macht sie attraktiv.

Gesundheitsbewusstsein: Frauen über 40 legen oft einen großen Wert auf ihre Gesundheit und Fitness. Sie wissen, dass körperliche Aktivität und eine ausgewogene Ernährung wichtig sind, um ihr Wohlbefinden zu erhalten. Dieser Fokus auf die Gesundheit wirkt sich positiv auf ihr Aussehen und ihre Ausstrahlung aus.

Stilbewusstsein: Frauen über 40 haben ihren eigenen Stil gefunden. Sie wissen genau, was ihnen steht und wie sie ihre Vorzüge betonen können. Sie experimentieren oft mit Mode und Accessoires, um ihre Persönlichkeit zum Ausdruck zu bringen. Ihr Stilbewusstsein macht sie attraktiv und einzigartig.

Lebensfreude: Frauen über 40 haben oft eine positive Lebenseinstellung und strahlen Lebensfreude aus. Sie genießen ihr Leben in vollen Zügen und haben gelernt, die kleinen Dinge zu schätzen. Diese positive Energie macht sie attraktiv und zieht andere Menschen an.

Insgesamt können attraktive Frauen über 40 als Vorbilder dienen. Sie zeigen, dass Schönheit nicht nur eine Frage des Alters ist, sondern vor allem von innerer Stärke, Lebenserfahrung und einem positiven Lebensgefühl abhängt. Diese Frauen sind ein Beweis dafür, dass das Alter kein Hindernis für Attraktivität und Selbstverwirklichung ist.

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RYAN PARRISH is looking for his ARMY BUDDY'S SISTER/FOUND FAMILY. For more details and how to contact the player, read below.

Character Name: Ryan Parrish

Connection Name: UTP

Age Range: 33-38

Type of Connection: Found Family

Suggested Faceclaims: Bethany Joy Lenz, Emily Ratajkowski, Giovana Cordeiro, Kristin Kreuk, Teresa Palmer, Laura Harrier, Macarena Achaga

Details:  Ryan was in the military with this character's older brother and the two were essentially, like best friends. After things fell apart with Ryan's wife and in between tours, Ryan would sometimes come home with his army buddy and crash at his family's place in their hometown. His army buddy goes by Ramsey (I originally suspected this could've been his last name which they referred to him as or it could be a nickname). Anyways, whenever Ryan would return home with Ramsey, he'd get closer and closer with Ramsey's family to the point they considered him as family as well. And Ramsey, of course, had a younger sister who Ryan looked after following Ramsey's passing in the line of duty. Ryan was the one who came to her/their family's house to deliver the dreadful news. They've kept in touch ever since and there was a short period of time where they may or may not have blurred the lines during their grief. As it stands now, they aren't anything. And while there were slight romantic-y undertones both acknowledge they aren't each other's person and have mutually agreed not to date. They're still really good friends though and he views her as someone worth holding onto purely because she's a link to someone he cherishes deeply. Her reasons for coming to town, are UTP. I imagine it could be for a job or some other reason and that's why they're reconnecting.

Contact the player at: @ryanparrish