#royal blue sports bra

[marathonclothes]

Choose the right athletic apparel with this audio from Marathon Clothes. It will guide you to give better understanding of what and how to choose athletic wear during the workout.

[rjalker]

apparently all cameras hate this purple yarn

also the lens on Walks' phone camera is filthy

[ID: A slightly blurry picture of a crochet mesh shirt held up against the wall. Most of it is made of yarn that appears royal blue in the photo, with the bottom hem in the colors of the ace pride flag: black, grey, white, and purple. The main section of the shirt is done in a mesh style with ropes forming a repeating diamond or clamshell pattern. Near the top is a small section in the colors of the nonbinary flag: Yellow, white, purple, and black. Above that is a smaller section of purple. End ID.]

[foreingersgod]

hi bb!! im glad you’re backkk

could you do reader coloring in emilys tattooos??🥰🥰

Coloring Book . EE

pairing: emily engstler x reader

A/N: this was such a cute idea! i hope i did it justice :)

my masterlist → here

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soft music hummed in the background from your phone. a random playlist shuffling songs as you and your girlfriend, emily, sat atop your shared bed. the sheets were tucked neatly, pillows haphazardly pushed back as emily laid against them. she wasn’t wearing a top, just her sports bra paired with her shorts to display her array of tattoos. you were sat on her lap, your legs straddling her waist.

there was a variety of different markers scattered across the bed. the scent of xylene wafted throughout the room, filling your nose. you had one marker in your hand, its cap lost somewhere beside you as you got to work.

after quite some convincing, emily was finally letting you color in her tattoos. you had seen the trend on social media a while ago and thought it was so cute. for days you begged her, eager to pull out the markers that had been forgotten in your desk, to let you do it. she wasn’t amused by the idea at first, she thought it was silly if she were to be honest. but when you gave her that look, pouted lips and bright beautiful eyes, she knew she couldn’t resist you. so here you were, on a sunday afternoon, finally getting your wish.

the sun poured in through the window with a calming 5 o’clock glow. it illuminated her skin perfectly, allowing the thick lines of ink on her body to stand out. you were leaning forward slightly, neck craning downwards to get a better view of the tattoos on emily’s arm. she propped her arm up for you to give you better access.

“ok ok, i’m done with the blue, what color should i do next?” you asked, blowing away the strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face. you put the cap back on the royal blue marker and placed it neatly back in the box.

“whatever you want, baby” emily smiled at you. she had to admit she was actually enjoying this, seeing you so enthusiastic made her heart flutter “you’re the artist here”

“well in that case” you rummaged through the markers for a moment, trying to find the color you were looking for. as you leaned across the bed, emily’s hands found their way to your hips, gripping them to hold you in place “i think i’m gonna go with red”

“perfect choice”

you grinned, glancing up at her briefly before turning your attention back to her arm. you began to color in the lines with the bright shade of red. emily watched as you colored her skin. she couldn’t seem to get enough of the sight. how your hair kept falling in front of your face, and how you would brush it back behind your ear. how you stuck your tongue out ever so slightly as you tried to concentrate on coloring. even how the ends of your lips pulled into the cutest smile when you were pleased with the work you’d done. she could stare at you all day if she could.

although she loved looking a your gorgeous face, she couldn’t help but feel inclined to take a look at your progress. with one of your hands wrapped around her bicep, the other clutching the marker that ran across her skin, she managed to take a peek. you had already filled in parts of her tattoos with pinks and blues and the occasional yellow. in some spots, you had colored outside the lines, but to emily that just gave it more personality. as she admired the bursts of color you let out a satisfied laugh, catching her attention and causing her to look back up at you.

“all done!” you clasped your hands together “what do you think?”

you seemed so proud of your artwork, biting down on your lip in excitement as you awaited her response.

“it looks so good, babe” she looked at the scribbles on her arm once more “you did such a good job! i love it”

“thank you for letting me do this,” you had now completely disregarded the markers, leaving them as a mess for future you. you had adjusted yourself on emily’s lap and scooted closer to her, placing your hands on either side of her face “you’re such a softie”

she shook her head and chuckled under her breath. god you were gonna be the death of her “only for you”

you let your body lean into her, face inching closer to hers as you pulled her into you. with eyes gently closing, you pressed your lips to hers ever so sweetly. you felt her relax into the kiss as she sighed into you. her lip’s curling into a smile as she kissed you once more.

“this isn’t going to wash off easily, will it?” she murmured against your lips.

“nope”

you both burst into laughter, imagining how long it was going to take for her to scrub the vivid colors off her arm. emily could already see it, her teammates teasing her, reminding her just how whipped she was for you. but she didn’t mind, not one bit, just as long as she got to she her girl happy.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

part 2 to ethan x camgirl reader where he orders another one on one and then they decide to meet up 🙊

I've been hesitating whether or not to make a part 2 for 'pretty boy'...here it is!!

Warnings: smut, masturbating, dirty talk,

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A few weeks later, after a difficult exam, Ethan decided to reward himself by buying another private session with his favorite camgirl. He had been forced to re-watching your regular videos lately, having missed most of your lives due to exams coming up. Now, his cock was half-hard, heavy and aching to be touched, and he could feel a slight twitch as he allowed his thoughts to wander to seeing you live — and having you all to himself — in less than ten minutes. 

The black screen turned on and Ethan jumped when you said his name.

‘’Hi! Ethan, right?’’ It was rare you remembered customers, but Ethan’s sweet face and doe eyes were etched in your memory. Along with the big cock he was hiding in his pants.

Ethan nodded, surprised you remembered him. ‘’Yes.’’ 

‘’Where have you been? I haven't seen your name pop up in my recent lives…’’ you asked with a slight pout.

‘’Yeah…sorry. I’ve been busy with school. College is though.’’ 

‘’Me too, honestly. Balancing weekly live sessions with college has been quite challenging,’’ you admitted, forgetting for a short moment that you were talking with a paying customer and not a friend. 

‘’Can’t you take a small break? School is important.’’ Ethan didn’t want to sound like a parent, he was just concerned about your well-being. It was sweet that he cared. 

You sighed. ‘’I wish. Unfortunately, I can't afford that luxury. Those lives are what pays my bills.’’ 

As the conversation continued, you reminded yourself to keep track of time. After Ethan, three more people purchased private sessions.

‘’Enough about me. What do you want tonight, Ethan?’’ You gave him a flirty smile, your chest bouncing as you readjust your bra to show off more cleavage. It was royal blue with cut-outs that showed a lot of skin under the breasts. All that was covered was a thin lace over the nipples and over the swell of the breasts. 

Ethan felt himself twitch at the sight, so fucking hard. He’d love you in sweats and a sports bra, but seeing you like this had him so hard he was convinced his pants were going to burst. He didn’t dare looking lower, embarrassed he’ll moan when he’ll see the matching panties. 

‘’Anything. I just…missed you. I’ve been jerking off to your old videos for weeks,’’ he admitted with a slight flush to his cheeks. He didn’t want to sound like he was one of those creepy guys who obsess over someone, he just really enjoyed watching you. 

You were flattered by his dedication and decided to reward him. ‘’What about I do something special for my special boy?’’ 

‘’S-special boy?’’

You hummed. 

In a way, he was your special boy. Among all of your past clients, you had come across some really hot customers, but no one ever stuck to your mind like Ethan had. He was sweet, handsome and didn’t reduce you to a material to jerk off to. He saw you as a person. 

Before him, no one had ever made you want to teleport through a screen. Most of the time, you were looking forward to the end of the private session. 

Ethan watched as you reached behind you, grabbing something. ‘’Do you like this one?’’ you asked, holding your newest dildo. ‘’I haven’t used it in a video yet, so this is an exclusive premiere.’’ 

He eyed the phallic object. It was one of those you can stick to a surface and fuck yourself on it. 

Ethan ran a hand through his hair and reached down to palm himself through his jeans to relieve the pain he began to feel with his other. He was excited to see it all inside of you, to see you fuck yourself on it and cum all over it. A rush of warmth went through his body and he held back a moan at the thought.  You had such a huge effect on him.

You set the dildo on the side. ‘’But first, let’s get you going.’’ You refolded your legs in a way that gave Ethan the perfect view of your panty-covered slit, eliciting an immediate whimper. The sheer fabric didn’t leave anything to the imagination. ‘’Are you going to let me see you? From what I remember, you’ve got a nice big cock, don’t you baby?’’ 

Clumsily, Ethan removed his polo shirt, showing off his toned biceps and chest, then he unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them to his knees, and shifted his boxers just enough to free his leaking cock as he watched you shift on your bed. You were so impatient to see it again, to watch him cum again.

‘’Mmh, so big and pretty,’’ you complimented, wishing you could wrap your fingers around it and stroke him — kiss it. 

Shaking off those thoughts, you trailed your hand down your body, and shyly, you slid your hand over your mound through the panties, teasing yourself as you held eye-contact with the camera. Ethan couldn’t hold in the groan he let out at the sight of the sheer blue fabric clinging to your lips. You were  already pretty wet, which is kind of weird since, most of the time, shows like these felt more like a chore than getting off. 

On the screen before you, Ethan’s hand was lazily gripping the base of his cock as he watched you tease yourself. He should feel shy since he was the only one fully naked, but you looked so hot in that royal blue set that he almost didn’t want you to take it off. You let out a soft moan and pressed harder into your fingers for more pressure.

You pushed your panties to the side and brought your hand to your soaking folds, coating your fingers in your own arousal. ‘’I wish it was your hand touching me,’’ you slipped, closing your eyes and imagining Ethan’s fingers on you.

His breath caught in his throat and his hand gripped his shaft just a little tighter. ‘’Me too.’’

You continued without realizing, lost in your own bubble of pleasure. ‘’I want to take your big cock all in my mouth and choke on it until you cum down my throat.’’ 

Your words had Ethan moaning, creating images in his head. He ached to tangle his fingers in your hair and drag his cock over that pretty pout of yours, smear pre-cum onto your lips before  showing his cock down your throat. You would look so pretty like that.

‘’I wan— I want you to split me open and fuck me so hard I can't remember my own name.’’

Ethan moaned again, so turned on he could cry. ‘’Yes, please.’’

The idea of him filling your pretty pussy, looking utterly fucked with those pouty lips and pretty eyes had Ethan palming his cock just a little rougher. God, he wanted nothing more than to have you — for real.

You shouldn’t be making exceptions and prolonging your private sessions, but you didn’t want to stop talking with Ethan. You wanted to keep talking to him for hours and hours. 

He sat there, in his desk chair, chest sweaty and breathing heavily as he recovered from his orgasm, thick ropes of cum still all over his chest. He should wipe himself before it dried, but his gaze was locked with yours, a soft, dazed smile on both your lips. 

You didn't look any better, sitting in your soaked sheets with your slick-covered dildo abandoned on the bed. 

After a moment of staring at each other, something you never expected to happen happened: you asked for Ethan’s number. It was a line you had promised yourself to never cross when making this account, but you didn’t want to risk not seeing him again.

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[futfemfantasies]

My Queen \\ leah williamson x reader

Request: “Could you do one where the reader (reader x Alexia or Leah) is billionaire but nobody knows and they found it BC the reader is bit luxury or the reader is from Netherlands royal family and nobody knows”

P.S I’ve never written a royal family story before so bare with me 

P.P.S This is kind of short so I apologise 🫣

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You walk out of the coffee shop and turned the corner when someone walks into you.

“Oh shit I’m so sorry” You look up and are met with the most beautiful blue/green mixed eyes you’ve ever seen.

“No worries, I was thinking about throwing it out anyways. I’m Y/N” You say holding you hand out for the mysterious woman to shake.

“Leah, nice to meet you Y/N. I can buy you a new shirt or at least a new coffee” Leah asks.

“Don’t worry about the shirt” You look at your watch and realise you’re late.

“I’m so sorry about this but I have to go. I’ll catch you around” You say before quickly walking away and into the car your parents, the king and the princess, bought you since you moved to England.

Historically in the Netherlands, no one has left their royal duties to become a civilian. You hated all the fancy clothes and long, boring meetings. You just wanted to be a photographer. Thankfully, your parents understood your willingness to leave and still welcome you back to visit when you can. Yes you could do it as a hobby while still being in the family but you wanted to travel for leisure and work, not travelling to meet other politicians and royal families. You are, were next in line for the throne once your father has passed, so your younger sister Catharina is now the heir.

Thankfully since your move, you have gotten an apartment and recently a new job working as a sports photographer, specifically women’s soccer.

On a bright and sunny morning the next day, you arrive at the Arsenal training ground and you instantly feel nervous. You walk into the building and a familiar face aka your boss welcomes you and shows you around. He introduces you to Jonas who then introduces you to the team.

“Girls, this is Y/N she is our new team photographer and videographer so be nice as it’s her first official day”

While Jonas is talking, you lock eyes with Viv who instantly freaks out. Being Dutch, she knows exactly who you are. You give her a look and she returns with a small nod with confirmation she won’t tell anyone who you are. 

“Alright everyone introduce yourself then training will begin”

Everyone takes it in small groups to introduce themselves when one waits until last. 

“Nice to see you again Y/N” Leah flirtatiously says biting her lip while looking at you up and down. 

“Good to see you beautiful” You flirt back. This is going to be a long first day, you thought. 

“You’re going to be mic’d up today so follow me” You and Leah walk into the first room and it’s the massage room. You put the small bag on the table and get the mic and mic pack out.

“Alright put this through your shirt an-” You turn around to see Leah with her shirt already off.

“Wow um okay just uh clip this in the middle and the mic pack can clip onto the back” You stutter out.

“Can you do the back? So it’s in position properly?” Leah asks and you nod. 

You move behind her and clip the mini mic pack onto her bra and heat rushed to your face.

“Okay all done. Come see me when training’s over and I’ll get those from you”

“See you later Y/N/N” Leah walks out of the room and you chuckle and shake your head. 

After training, you catch Leah so you can get the mics off her. You take the mic pack off her back and Leah turns around. Her eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back before you lean in so your noses are touching.

“C’mon Leah, we have to go!” You think Jordan yells out.

“Coming Jords!”

“I’m sorry Y/N/N”

“Don’t be Leah, it’s okay. I’ll see you on Saturday at the game” Leah nods and kisses your cheek on the way out.

Later on that night, you finish uploading the training photos to your laptop when your phone pings. You check it and see a message from Leah.

hey beautiful, i hope i have the right account 👀🤞

that depends… who are you looking for??

a beautiful Dutch y/h/c girl with y/e/c eyes i can get lost in for days. i think she goes by Y/N/N or Y/N

oh well you look at that… you’ve found the right account!

You and Leah talk all night before you finally grew some balls and asked her out on a date tomorrow. Yes you know you’ve only known her for a day but you feel differently with Leah, like you’ve know her your whole life. You spend another hour trying to think of a fun date idea for the both of you. You find a place online to book and you get even more excited.

Long story short, your date turned into 4 more before Leah asked you to be her girlfriend a few months later. You immediately said yes and kissed her passionately which led to other activities. You are currently at Leah’s house and you’ve had the whole royal thing on your mind. Leah has noticed something hasn’t been okay with you but didn’t want to pressure you into telling her. You feel Leah’s hand go up the back of your shirt and draw patterns on your back. You don’t want to lose this feeling.

“Babe, are you okay? You’re crying” Leah looks down at you worried. You sit up and wipe your eyes and Leah looks instantly worried.

“I um, need to tell you something and I don’t know how you’re going to take it”

“Whatever it is, we can figure it out together” Leah sweetly says as she intertwines her hands.

“I’m um well my family are the royal family for the Netherlands”

Leah doesn’t say anything except pull you into a hug, that you so desperately needed. You snuggle into her and she kiss the crown of your head.

“That’s what you were afraid of telling me?” You nod and Leah chuckles.

“Oh baby, why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t want you to think differently of me. Hell, Viv figured it out the first day and nearly bows every time she sees me” Leah lets out an angelic laugh but shuts up quickly when you glare at her.

“I would never treat you differently my love. With or without that crown, you are the same Y/N too me. Wait, were you going to be queen?”

You explain how the Netherlands royal family works and how you were next in line but now your younger sister is next. Leah gets up and races up to her room and grabs a toy crown she has and put it on your head.

“There, now you’ll always be my queen” Leah says as she holds your cheeks in her hands and kisses you softly.

You knew in that moment that you are in this for the long run.

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Y/N = your name

y/h/c = your hair colour

y/e/c = your eye colour

Please send in your requests! :)

[look-at-the-soul]

The runway- Part 2

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian’s role in movie Anna)

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Lenny balanced the tray of coffees in his left hand to knock on the door, but there was no answer.

Fucking models and their queen’s treatment, he thought.

If there was something he valued, it was punctuality.

But his cursing internally was soon interrupted by the model greeting him with a wide smile, her hair up in a high ponytail, she was wearing a lilac sport outfit with tight leggings and just a sports bra. His breath was caught up in his throat.

“Come in, I hope I didn’t make you wait long.” She added opening the door.

“Don’t worry, I’ve just arrived.” Lenny offered her one of the cups of coffee he brought. “Your assistant told me how you like your coffee.”

Y/N shot him a surprised look.

“Black, with a shot of some weird milk.”

That surprised her even more, but soon a smile decorated her features.

“Sorry for the sweat, I needed to workout first thing in the morning or I won’t be able to do it later.” Taking a small remote, she pressed a button and the curtains started to open automatically, letting the sun sneak in the luxury apartment. “Please make yourself at home, I won’t take long.” And she disappeared giving Lenny time to look around.

The place exuded good taste and luxury, there was a huge sofa in the middle of the living room and a clear table in the middle with a few decorative books, candles and everything seemed to be in its place. A few photos decorated the bookshelf, but there was nothing pretentious in the photographs, they showed a Y/N that was a royal stranger to Lenny; she was hugging a woman that could easily be misplaced as her older sister, another one of her with a small boy.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he found himself moving towards the window nook, it had a gorgeous sight, at the bottom a huge fountain decorated the center of the exclusive building, it was surrounded by flowers and bushes and different plants.

“That’s my favorite spot.” Y/N admitted stepping into her living room.

Lenny turned to face her, but he wasn’t ready for her breathtaking natural beauty, unlike the previous day when he met her at the runway, Y/N’s face was free of make up, hair wet from the shower and he could smell a hint of peonies emanating from her. Her body wrapped in a simple blue dress, nothing too scandalous or eye catching. But she made it look as if it was worth a fortune.

“It’s a heavy reading.” He tried to distract himself, focusing on the book she had next to the window, making him read the title twice. “It’s a complex book.”

He held the Stephen Howking copy “The theory of everything”and looked back at her.

“It is, but I understand a word or two.” She joked turning to walk towards the kitchen where she had prepared a tray of fruits and granola. “I’m making bagels, hope that’s okay.”

Lenny stared at her from the doorframe, not fully believing she would eat something as a bagel.

“I know what you’re thinking… but these are my special bagels, I make them with almond flour and yogurt, and before you say anything it tastes good.”

Defeated, Lenny showed her the palm of his hands. “Wasn’t going to criticize your menu.”

“Good.” She turned around with a smile to make sure the bagels looked good in the oven.

“So what’s in the agenda for today?”

“I’ve rehearsal at eleven o’clock.”

Lenny raised his eyebrows in confusion, what did she had to rehearse?

“Carolina wants to make sure everything is perfect.”

With a frown, Lenny gave her a long and quiet look as she started to cut in half the bagels. “Carolina?” Was he supposed to know who Y/N was referring to?

“Herrera.” Y/N thought it was a bit strange he didn’t know who Carolina was, she was an icon in the industry, to be selected by her to hit her runway was a huge honor. “The epitome of elegance and class.”

“Right… I’m still getting familiar with your projects.”

“How long have you been in the agency? Never seen you before.”

Lenny pretended to be distracted with the bagel she prepared. “Over ten years, but I was part of another one.”

“So you knew Claudia and Iman?” Y/N looked at him with excitement.

“Of course.”

“And Gisele?” She had to be talking about the greatest models out there, and he didn’t lie about it, he knew about them… just not personally.

She hummed in a low tone and played with her watermelon.

As Y/N was about to ask Lenny something else, her front door opened with a loud bang, he was holding his gun out in mere seconds.

“Anna what the hell?!” Y/N stormed towards her sister. “I’ve been calling you since I woke up!”

“Shh don’t be so loud… ouh you got company little sis hehe. I’m not even here…”She brought a finger to her lips and started giggling.

Y/N looked embarrassed, she closed the door to her apartment and when she turned around, her sister was already flopping into one of her couches.

As Lenny moved in silence to hear their conversation, he learned Anna had been at one of the after parties that occurred commonly once the runway was done. But also that they were speaking in Russian. She actually exploded in anger when Y/N told her that Lenny was their new manager.

“Sorry about that.” Y/N apologized to him, he was so kind to even help her move Anna to her bedroom.

“Is this something common?” He asked in a low voice, a lot of questions on his mind.

Y/N sighed loudly and guided him out of her apartment, she needed to go to the rehearsal. “I’ve tried everything but she’s getting harder to handle. That’s why I started modeling.”

Lenny stared at her in total confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“When my sister started skipping her runways, Richardson forced me to take her place, when he saw I was good, he signed me in the agency.” Taking the lift, she continue. “We come from a difficult childhood in Russia, he offered us being France citizenship, a legal contract and a luxury lifestyle… but I’d trade all of this to be back home, Anna wouldn’t be an addict.”

Lenny couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Y/N has he ever threatened you?” They started their ride to the venue in silence, her facial expressions looked even more serious than when she was taking the runway.

“No directly… but Anna mentioned he somehow got some photos of her… compromising photos I mean.”

Lenny saved that information for later, for now Y/N was greeted by at least a dozen of people, she was rushed to a large installation of mirrors and lights.

“They want to change the hairstyle.” A petite guy with bleached hair announced, he looked in the bridge of a mental breakdown.

“I know you will make it look fabulous Jeremy.” Y/N winked through the mirror. “Jem this is Lenny, my new manager.”

Jeremy let out a loud squeal and looked between Y/N and Lenny. “He’s hot.” He said loud enough for Lenny to hear, he was right next to him after all.

“The filter doesn’t exist in Jem’s world.” Y/N chuckled.

“Don’t judge me with those eyes… I only say what I see.” He pointed at Lenny with the hairdryer.

Shaking his head, Lenny cleared his throat. “Not judging at all… I’m just learning.”

While they were talking about what look would fit better with the dress she’d be using later, Lenny got a phone call. It was someone trying to get his help to set up Y/N with a famous movie star, he needed some good press since he was starring a new movie and they wanted to get some candid pictures of Y/N with him. Lenny frowned disgusted as the other person at the end of the line requested to know Y/N’s tariff for the vanilla package of promotion and another one… more intimate.

Why would he offer her as a bail for the press?

Was this a common request in the media? Offer models as if they were fresh meat?

He rejected the proposal and as he started to walk again into backstage, he found Y/N rehearsing on the runway, following instructions and listening to someone who was counting her steps loudly marking each step with the snap of her fingers.

“This isn’t the famous lingerie show, I don’t want to see a single smile.” The woman said.

That seemed so strange to Lenny, what was the point of the long faces? All the models looked like they would rather be somewhere else.

“She’s exceptional, isn’t she?” A woman with blonde and short hair exuding elegance approached him, her chin up looking up and down at Y/N. “I’d love to have her back as the face of my new perfume campaign, I’m hoping to have a better relationship with you Mr. Miller than her previous manager.”

“I assume Mr. Richardson wasn’t your cup of tea.”

“That’s about right, I’m Carolina.” She introduced herself with a smile. “She’s the best of her era.”

Lenny folded his arms against his chest, his eyes fixed on your long but firm strides. “I’m sure she is.”

“Perhaps this isn’t the best moment to approach you with this, but I’d love to dress Y/N for The MET Gala, please contact my assistant tomorrow to make an appointment.”

Lenny hated not knowing what was going on, not controlling everything around him, and of course he didn’t have the slightest idea of what she was talking about. But he nodded anyways.

“I still remember the day she came into my office apologizing in the name of her sister for not showing up to the runway but offered me she could take her place instead.” Lenny looked at Carolina, her eyes were on Y/N. “She’s a natural, that’s why I accepted her to wear my designs… promise me you’ll take care of her.”

But she left before he could answer anything, she was gone, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He knew he should be focusing on following the investigation, but he was starting to suspect he’d spending more time than he would like taking care of Y/N.

“Adam, I need to know everything about the MET Gala.”

“Are you attending boss?” He asked on the other side of the line.

“Comedy isn’t your best, get into it right now and email me the most important things about it.”

Adam was typing fast. “I’m making a presentation for you, the history of the Gala, the theme for this year, guest list…”

“About Y/N’s sister, try to find something about intimate photos with someone, Richardson threatened her about it, I’m thinking someone in the press got them.”

“Alright… there’s a long list of boyfriends and girlfriends as well, I’m checking messages. Hang on, there’s one phone number asking her for money about some photos, but the number is from a pay phone, I’m going to need some more time to get into it.”

“Do it, I’m taking a flight to Paris tomorrow, but this is a time bomb and we need results fast.”

“What kind of results?” Asked a sweet voice behind his back, turning around he found Y/N looking back at him waiting for an explanation.

“Oh shit, Y/N heard you.” Adam gasped and hang up.

“I got some routine check up, it seems like they mixed up the analysis or something.” He quickly replied and gave her a long convincing look.

“Are you sick?”

“Absolutely not, just routine.”

“I was wondering if you would like to have lunch? The girls are well… some of them don’t eat before the runway, but I’m hungry.” She laughed, it was almost a sin to say something like that.

Lenny sensed some kind of nervousness coming from her, so he decided to lighten the atmosphere. “Are you sure you’re a model? You ate a bagel this morning and now you’re hungry.”

Y/N blushed in a deep shade of pink.

“I’ve a good metabolism.” She assured guiding him to a room far away from the dressing rooms, God forbid them for getting the clothes smelling like food.

She asked for a salad, Y/N explained him that although she liked tomatoes, it made her bloated and broccoli made her stomach get swollen so she added extra olive oil as vinaigrette, strawberries and cucumber. Lenny asked for some salmon with sparragus.

It was a surprise to find out she didn’t feel nervous before the runway, she was sure the glam team would make a great job and the pieces of clothing she would wear later that day were a masterpiece, earlier Y/N explained she was really just the medium for people to look the designs coming to life.

He was shocked by how humble Y/N was, during their lunch, she calmed an assistant that was crying inconsolably because someone scolded her for a minor mistake, she greeted warmly the woman who was sewing a skirt and showed lots of interest in him, he had to get creative tho, sound convincing.

“Mrs. Herrera mentioned she wants to dress you for The MET.”

Her face was a total poem, she went from incredulity to extreme happiness in mere seconds.

“That’s a dream!”

“She seemed to be very fond of you.”

“I learned a lot from her when I started modeling, she gave me lessons not only on how to walk properly, but about life.” There was a hint of melancholy in her eyes, Lenny noticed. “I barely spoke English when I entered the industry, but every chance she got, she showed me something new, signed me up with an English teacher.”

Lenny had to fight the internal knot in his stomach as he saw her looking at her hands. Her expression changing.

“There was a time when my sister got high, she was really aggressive and kicked me out of her apartment, we used to live in the same building as Carolina, she was taking the elevator to her penthouse and believe it or not, she took me in, without knowing me back then, she allowed me to have a roof over my head that night. I’ll never forget that.”

He had judged her thinking her life was easy, but little by little he was learning nothing looks like it seems to be.

Lenny tried to change the subject but it only got worse.

“Are you friends with the other models in here?”

Y/N scoffed raising her eyebrows. “For some reason they’ve always rejected me, never made me part of the little private club.”

“But you’re the highest paid model at the moment.”

“And that’s supposed to earn me friends? This isn’t a golf club, Lenny, models compete for campaigns, for being a designer’s muse, they want to be in the cover of every magazine.”

“And you don’t?”

Y/N shook her head.

“That isn’t what I want.” She rolled her eyes. “They all think I got to the top by sleeping around with important executives like some of them have to do.”

Lenny rested his arms on the table. This new information could lead him somewhere.

“Are models being forced to fuck around to get contracts?”

“It’s not a secret some have done it to progress, to get magazine covers, to get photoshoots done, to hand over their portfolios.”

He needed names, proof of this black market, messages, meetings with the right people. But he needed to be subtle about his questions too, and right now it wasn’t the right time to ask more about what she knew.

“I can’t believe it.”

“This isn’t the dream job everybody thinks. This is prostitution disguised in luxury. I’ve been so close to quit, but Richardson wouldn’t let me.”

“You want to retire?” He asked in shock.

Y/N shuddered, leaning back. “This kind of job doesn’t last much, in a blink brands are choosing sixteens as the new faces, there’s always someone better looking or a heiress claiming to be a professional model… I better go and let the hairdresser and makeup artists do their magic, are you staying for the show?”

“Yes.” Lenny stared back at her as Y/N stood up elegantly and started to walk away, she moved as if a regular walk was made in the runway.

He had a lot of information to take in and investigate so he left to look for a private place to work from for a couple of hours before the runway.

“Adam, I need you find me where Anna was last night, she arrived at Y/N’s apartment this morning both drunk and high… I sent over a team to check over her but I’m thinking her dealer might be a good start, you know how it is, people do anything these days so it wouldn’t be a surprise the missing of those girls is linked to some cartel.”

“Alright boss, I’m working on it, she was in an exclusive club with some friends, drinking and kissing the DJ later. This is where it gets interesting they disappeared in a room upstairs but the tape of the club was deleted after that.”

“Do you see anyone we know there?”

“Yes, a famous boxer was there, some international influencers, a few managers… looks normal.”

“Someone is providing Anna with the drugs, that clue might lead us to something.”

“I’m hacking the DJ’s phone but he’s clean. He doesn’t do drugs, ou he got a wild night at the after-after party.”

“Adam, focus.” Lenny rubbed his jaw in frustration.

“Look, the DJ might fit the type, but he isn’t the bad boy here.”

“Keep looking.”

Realizing it was almost time, Lenny rushed past the models changing right there in front of everyone, but all of his attention was on Y/N; she looked like a total different person, but at the same time it was so like her, that blue dress was a total match to her persona, and she looked unbelievable well in it, she made it seem as if the dress was specially made for her.

He looked from afar as she took a deep breath right before disappearing before his eyes, only then, he turned his gaze up to the screen where he could see the camera offering a head to toe shot as she moved across the runway, hips swaying from one side to another, the fabric of the dress making it look as if Y/N was floating.

It wasn’t long enough and soon, she was rushing backstage, giving him a short smile to then start getting naked as if she was opening a bottle of water, Lenny dragged his eyes to the floor and took off his jacket suit to try to cover her naked form.

Once a breathtaking off the shoulders red dress hugged her slim figure, she was approached by the beauty team to retouch her make up and smooth the hair into a high bun, changing her features dramatically.

She went out once more to walk in the red dress and Lenny was torn between which one was his favorite.

Somehow she made it look as if time was slowing down with each stride.

Walking backstage again, she touched her heart and looked at the screen, cheering when every model started their walk.

“Thirty seconds to close the runway, Y/N.” Someone said loudly behind his back.

“Ready to do this my girl?” Carolina reached out her hand to Y/N while someone was fixing the end of the red dress. He now knew she closed the runway with the most important piece of the collection.

“Ready.” Lenny saw her squeeze Carolina’s hand and blew her a kiss.

“Closing the runway in three, two…” The organizer motioned them to go out and Lenny looked at the screen one more time, watching the designer and model walk with their hands linked to each other’s waists while the people stood up to clap.

After a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, Y/N and the designer walked back with a pleased smile on their faces.

Not long after that, Lenny was walking next to Y/N to her apartment.

“So, see you tomorrow morning to take the flight to Paris.”

Lenny was about to ask her something about the unexpected trip for more fashion shows, but when Y/N opened the door, they were both taken aback to find Richardson sitting in her living room.

“Before you start with your life-lessons… as soon as this Fashion week season is over, you will no longer be my manager.” Anna announced with a serious expression.

An uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere.

“Anna… why?”

“Don’t make a drama, Y/N we’re breaking parts finally! You’re the top model anyways.”

The sister’s ex-manager and Anna walked out from the apartment, leaving a shocked Y/N.

“I don’t understand why she’s doing this, he was always trying to confront us, supporting my contracts but turning my own sister against me…”

Lenny felt bad for Y/N, with all the money of the world, being the highest payed model of her generation, focusing only in doing her job right… and she was completely alone.

*******

Part 3

I don’t know how many parts this series will be, I guess I’ll just go with the inspiration ❣️ Dresses are from Carolina Herrera Collection from 2014 (Red ♥️) and 2017 👗 .

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Wednesday WIPs

It is 10pm ET on a Wednesday night, and I am so behind on deadlines here and in the real world, it is not even funny. But I have been making (very little) headway on a few fics that again, did not get posted when I thought they would.

I’m hopeful to have at least two stories posted before the weekend is over if life can ease up just the tiniest bit.

I do have two sneak snippets to share, mostly to prove I still exist in the tumblr world.

As always, everything is in a state of flux, and final publication will be revised, edited, and may vary from what’s posted today.

Everything is below the cut. Happy reading!

Coitus Interruptus (Riley ask; pairing is #Riam)

The couple had a rare weekend free; their sons were at Applewood visiting with Regina and their Aunt Lena. Both had plans for the weekend.  

Neither had communicated their plans with the other. 

Liam had plans for his wife that involved no clothes, no work phones, and lots of sex.  

He wasn’t chancing an argument. 

“AND you had breakfast this morning, so not starving,” he quickly changed the subject. 

“Do you know how long ago THAT was?” Riley demanded.  

Liam did know. Riley had eaten breakfast aboard the royal family’s private rail coach at 8am. It was now 11:30am. 

“You call TWO pancakes and ONE sausage patty breakfast?? THAT is NOT breakfast! A snack at most.” 

Riley’s plans involved eating food she wouldn’t have to share, simping over Gong Yoo, and finding a new hiding place for her snack wagon and hamper.  

Ever since Liam’s children had entered the picture, Riley had no food to herself any longer. From the moment of conception, his kids had been nothing but crumb snatchers stealing all her food. If they had been her children, they wouldn’t do her like that.  

Riley often wondered how she ended up a single mother and sole food source to kids that weren’t even hers.  

Liam moved closer to his wife, his lips ghosting her jawline. His thumb grazed against her nipple, hidden beneath a red cotton camisole tunic and black sports bra. His lips curved as he felt it harden beneath his touch.  

Riley slapped his hand away. “I’m trying to make a phone call!” she chided snappishly. 

“To WHO?” Liam demanded as he rubbed the offended spot on the back of his hand.  

“The kitchens! I need sustenance!” 

“We’ll be home in a matter of minutes,” the King argued. “You can order from the rooms, and we can … pass the time until it’s delivered.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively as his palm rubbed her thigh.  

Riley stared at her husband; her expression was neither agreeable nor amenable.  

We’re hungry for two different things, she thought. I’m Team Chicken Kiev. 

Siren Song (for #HYAW which is long over).

Set in my Three’s Company AU where Damien, F!Kai, and Asian M!Hayden are in a throuple. The PM gang are drawn into Eros intrigue not through the Sirens Project, but one that shows the Androids aren’t the ones who are inhuman. Not a one-shot, and will quite possibly piss off 2-3 fandoms.

Eros 

“Cecile, is everything prepared for the noon meeting?” Rowan West asked, his flame-blue eyes going between the newspaper on his desk, and the wall-mounted television.  

Cecile Contreras rolled her eyes slightly as she glanced up from her phone. “But of course, Rowan. We’ll be convening in the Empire Conference Room, and lunch will be delivered at 11:45. Old World Deli will be catering.” 

The founder and CEO of Eros Incorporated was skimming over an article about a non-profit hospital network that was being investigated for non-compliance with federal, state, and local laws by demanding and eventually harassing low-income patients who were protected against payment for payment … in full, sometimes for services not rendered.  

The network was working frantically to sell off their facilities while destroying evidence of any wrongdoing.  

“St. Frank’s may be the smartest investment I’ve ever acquired,” he mused.  

“The smartest move you ever made was buying Edenbrook from Leland, then offering Ethan Ramsey the chance to head his own hospital, and be Western LLC’s Chairman of the Board,” his department head observed.  

“He’d better not fuck this deal up,” Rowan growled.  

“Stop being paranoid, Rowan! All he has to do is give the board a check. This is Ramsey’s chance to achieve his every dream. Project Hybrid exceeds the Siren Project in every way imaginable. He won’t let anything go wrong,” Cecile Contreras assured her boss.  

The chirping of her phone caught her attention; she glanced down, a satisfied smile slowly curving her lips as she read the text message.  

Mission accomplished 

Cecile raised an eyebrow in approval. Harley was proving to be useful in more ways than one.  

Three floors beneath Rowan’s office, his Chief Technology Officer lounged in his Deputy Assistant’s doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. Khaan Mousavi’s lips held a small smile as he watched Sloane Washington go through her just-arrived-at-the-office-routine: Placing a bag of greasy breakfast and a cup of hot green tea on her desk; slipping out of her sweater coat and hanging it on a wall hook; fishing her phone out of her slouchy denim patchwork purse before placing the handbag in her bottom left desk drawer. Sitting in her chair before swiveling to face him, a sunny smile on her face.  

“Good morning, boss!” 

As if they hadn’t woken up in the same bed, rode the same train, and arrived at the office together.  

Fraternization was frowned upon at Eros.  

Khaan took in his girlfriend’s creamy café au lait-colored skin, her bright brown eyes hidden behind fashionable glasses, and her braided hair done in an elaborate topknot. She was beautiful.  

“Tonight is boys’ night out with Hamza,” he reminded her. “Pizza, movies, maybe some bowling.” 

Sloane nodded as she sipped her milky tea. “I know. I’ll be at Hayden’s; it’s his birthday!” 

Khaan frowned slightly. “Is there going to be a party? My son and I love parties!” 

Sloane giggled. “You won’t like this one. Kai’s cooking and Steve’s lemon bars, followed by me performing routine maintenance on Hayden before Damien and Kai whisk him away upstate.” 

Khaan frowned good-naturedly. “Kai is not the best cook. Someone needs to convince Damien and Nadia to order pizzas.” he looked pointedly at Sloane.  

His girlfriend shook her head slightly, a half-grin on her lips. “I’m a tech geek, not a party planner.” 

She opened her laptop, prepared to log on. Instead, her brow furrowed as she saw the folded piece of paper sitting on her keyboard. Her boyfriend saw and made his way inside her office.  

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he peered over her shoulder.  

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Leigh On Instagram Stories | 28th September 2022

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Loona

(Always updating with each chapter)

Nicknames:

Lunatic Loona (Vicky)

Like:

Caring for younger kids.

Social Media

Verosika Mayday's Music

Dislikes:

Pride (the ring)

Being criticized about her age.

LuLuApple

Rosaline's weird little vampire minions

Royals

Hells Hierarchy

Stolas

Sexuality and Gender: Bisexual Female

Speices: Hellhound

Abilities:

Driving

Superhuman senses

Occupation:

Receptionist

Families Hellhound (Formerly)

Family:

Vikki (former adopted sister)

Other relationships:

Blitzø Buckzo (Boss)

Mildred Nyulastnan (Coworker)

Moxxie Nyulastnan (Coworker)

Maverick Nyulastnan (Charge Formerly)

Appearance:

Trueform

She is 185 cm. Grey wolf like hellhound with red sclera and white irises. She has Digitigrade legs.

Wears: pink sweater dress and a pentagram harness visible underneath.

Humanform

She is 185cm. Soft black hair with an undercut. And ice blue eyes.

Wears: an off the shoulder purple sweater, moon tights, combat boots, sports bra and big purple earrings.

Fun Fact:

+She is 16.

+Ran away from the Hellhound Pound when they came to collect her. She began working in the first place that would hire her without running her paperwork.

+She has Blitzø play her parent when she needs to go to the doctors or when she applied for an apartment.

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This is it for today.

The top and bottom are both purple, the cameras just really seem to hate the darker shade and make it blue every single time.

Not sure what the shoulder straps will be. I definitely do not have enough black left for more ace stripes of any kind nor is there enough white for trans or nonbinary stripes probably. Might just have to make them solid purple.

Walks wanted a mesh tank top to wear over a sports bra / bathing suit when its ridiculously hot out, with plenty of sunscreen of course.

[ID: A mostly completed crochet tank top with a mesh pattern, with the solid bottom hem in the stripes of the ace flag: black, grey, white, and purple.

Most of the larger, lower section is deep purple, which appears royal blue on camera.

Towards the top is a single row of each color of the nonbinary flag: yellow, white, purple, and black.

The smaller top section is a less saturated shade of purple, and above it is a partially completed hem of grey and white so far.

The project is held up against a white wall with one hand, with grey yarn hanging down diagonally from the top to offscreen below.

End ID.]

It would be cool to make these for other people if I ever meet other Queer people IRL but we'll see how this one turns out first.

I'm not using a pattern for this or anything for the record, I'm making it up as I go along.

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Daniel Coyle & Lena VDL Victorious in the $32,000 Wheels Up Qualifier CSI 2*

Ocala, Florida, USA – March 08, 2024 – Two-star competition took over the WEC Grand Arena on Friday night for the $32,000 Wheels Up Grand Prix Qualifier CSI 2*. Thirty-eight competitors representing nine different nations tackled the intricate tracks designed by Gregory Bodo (FRA) and Pieter Viste (BEL), but it was the trailblazing performance of pathfinder Daniel Coyle (IRL) and Ariel Grange’s young and talented Lena VDL that stole the spotlight.

Fifteen horse-and-rider combinations managed to find their way to a clear first round, and eight yielded a double clear effort. 

Daniel Coyle (IRL) led the way aboard his brand-new partner Lena VDL. Just two weeks ago, Coyle earned second place aboard the promising eight-year-old Royal Dutch Sport Horse – Dutch Warmblood (KWPN) mare in the $50,000 Golden Ocala National Grand Prix. Tonight, he hoped to continue that success. 

“Last week, I said to Ariel [Grange], maybe ‘Lena’ should do the two-star next week, and she agreed. We don’t really know the horse too well, she’s only shown with us for three weeks. The first week, she had a fence down in the 1.30m, then she was second in the 1.50m. So, we jumped her around 1.40m to school, and planned to see how tonight would go, but after this, I think we are all so happy we have her.” 

Daniel Coyle (IRL) & Lena VDL

Coming back first for the jump-off, Coyle and Lena VDL were ready to give it their all, “One to two there was no real distance because it was so far away. From two to three it was seven or eight. I had talked about seven, but again, I still don’t know her too well, so we did eight. But there was this really tight inside turn, and I wasn’t even sure I was going to do it. Bretton Chad and Charlie Jones asked me in the schooling ring, and honestly, I didn’t know. So, I checked it out and decided to go for it. Then she was quick in seven up to the combination and fast to the last two.” 

Clocking in an uncatchable 36.33 seconds, Coyle and Lena VDL set an uncatchable pace for the remaining field and ultimately galloped away with the winning title. 

Rodrigo Pessoa (BRA) & Chili

Second place finisher, Rodrigo Pessoa (BRA) jokingly said to Coyle, “You should have gotten a speeding ticket for that round.” But Pessoa wasn’t too far behind Coyle. Riding Artemis Equestrian Farm LLC’s Chili (Consolidator x Berlin), Pessoa found a lightning-fast track just three tenths of a second short in 36.72 seconds. 

Speaking about the promising young mare, Coyle shared, “We purchased her from VDL. Ariel and I went out to try her quite a few times, but we weren’t sure if we were going to get her or not. We are happy we did because she’s a whole lot better than we thought,” he added. “She’s a real firecracker. She has her own opinion about every single thing, but I think that’s why she’s so good in the ring. I am so delighted Ariel bought her for me. I think the mare has a really promising future ahead, and we are grateful to Janko [van de Lageweg] for finding us another amazing horse.” 

Charlie Jones (GBR) & Macho-Blue PS

Charlie Jones (GBR) secured third place aboard Macho-Blue PS (Messenger x Chacco-blue), owned by Katie Harris. Racing through the jump-off track, Jones and his mount, affectionately nicknamed ‘Mighty Macho,’ galloped to each fence, crossing the timers in 37.95 seconds to complete the podium.

Daniel Coyle (IRL) & Lena VDL during the awards ceremony

Final Results – $32,000 Wheels Up Grand Prix Qualifier CSI 2*

1) Daniel Coyle (IRL) & Lena VDL: 2016 KWPN mare, Ariel Grange: 0 / 0 / 36.33

2) Rodrigo Pessoa (BRA) & Chili: 2012 Westphalian mare by Consolidator x Berlin, Artemis Equestrian Farm LLC: 0 / 0 / 36.72

3) Charlie Jones (GBR) & Macho Blue PS: 2013 Oldenburg gelding by Messenger x Chacco-blue, Katie Harris: 0 / 0 / 37.95

4) Vaclav Stanek (CZE) & Jasper: 2014 KWPN gelding by Andiamo Z x Burggraaf, Ariel Grange: 0 / 0 / 38.89

5) Will Simpson (USA) & Keminko N: 2015 KWPN gelding by Grand Slam, Will Simpson Stables Inc.: 0 / 0 / 38.95

6) Conor O’Regan (IRL) & Mendini DR: 2012 Belgian Warmblood mare by Hunter’s Scendix x Cassini I , Dynomite Ranch, LLC: 0 / 0 / 40.21

7) Nicole Walker (CAN) & Panther JVH: 2015 Belgian stallion by Le Blue Diamond Van ‘t Ruyters x Toulon  Nicole Walker: 0 / 0 / 41.67

8) Isabel Coxe (USA) & Incredible Bleu: 2013 KWPN gelding by Vdl Zirocco Blue x Diarado , 5 Roosters: 0 / 0 / 44.68

9) Will Martin (CAN) & Je Happy Lina: 2014 KWPN mare by Kannan x Indoctro, Lesley Martin: 0 / 4 / 36.36

10) Bliss Heers (USA) & Goodbye: 2011 KWPN mare by Eldorado Vd Zeshoek x Amulet, Bridgeside Farms L.L.C: 0 / 4 / 38.55

11) Amy Millar (CAN) & GCS Athena: 2014 Irish Sport Horse mare by Vigo D Arsouilles Stx x Numero Uno, Brookstreet Stables Corporation: 0 / 4 / 38.84

12) Bretton Chad (CAN) & CSF Princess Blue: 2014 Irish Sport Horse mare by Vdl Zirocco Blue x Ars Vivendi , Stone Ridge Farms LLC: 0 / 4 / 39.83

Source: Press Release from World Equestrian Center

Photo: © WEC / Andrew Ryback Photography

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Tagged as: Charlie Jones, Chili, CSI 2*, Daniel Coyle, Dutch Warmblood, Horse Sport Ireland, Jumper News, Jumper News Ireland, KWPN, Lena VDL, Macho-Blue PS, Results, Rodrigo Pessoa, Royal Dutch Sport Horse, Team Ireland Equestrian, WEC – Ocala, World Equestrian Center, World Equestrian Center – Ocala

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