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Can Yaman for Dolce&Gabbana 2022 November

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TONI TOPAZ — Riverdale, 3.18 “Jawbreaker

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Katheryn Winnick

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LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON VIKINGS: VALHALLA · 3.03

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D.J. Cotrona - Perfection 🥰

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this arrangement had been her idea, one she had posed after quite literally walking straight into his house. and offering him the terms. no fear, no wavering in her tone. and it had captured his attention almost instantly. the power exuding from her form. but also the way she had admitted why she was doing it. she wanted to piss her father off, after he had slept with her best friend. and he was as much of a bastard to take her up on it. he had been the one to finalise the small details of the contract. making sure that whilst he would benefit from this. so would she. as yes he was a bastard who hated her father. but he wasn't as much of one to not help her gain from this year long marriage. thus he drew it up, and at the end of the year she would be fine. money \ housing \ freedom. everything she needs, to be well and truly free from the hold of her father. [ something he knew all too well, given he had quite violently overthrown his own father. and his uncle in one fell swoop. ] and this gala was one that would, tip the favor towards them if played right. that was the only reason for the quick rehearsal on who was who. as there were players in this room they needed to get too. especially given her father was here. but it seemed he'd pissed off a few anyway, and seeks was more than happy to swoop in and claim the missed opportunities. and the fire that burned in those honey eyes of hers. showed she was ready to play the game too. he heard the footsteps about a second after she did, and can't help his smirk as she pushes his much taller frame down onto the nearest sofa. his lap soon becoming full of her delicate and deadly frame. hands, of their on violation, making a home on her thighs. pulling her closer, as her lips claim his.

a growl builds in his throat, aimed at the one who dared to interrupt them. playing the role of an interrupted husband. as his wedding ring stands out glaringly obvious upon the hand he presses against her rear. pushing her even closer towards him. as he fights his own base instincts. ones she had woken up with a vengeance, the moment her lips were pressed against his. after all, he wasn't above admitting he had thought of claiming her. of making her moan and scream beneath him. he had many times. the only reason he held off was because he knew, she felt nothing. this was just a contract, a coincidence to her. so he kept his thoughts to himself. locked inside of his head. [ and the privacy of his own room. as well he was a red blooded male after all ! ] he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair, mindful of the way she'd styled it, as his tongue dances over hers. claiming, tasting. needing. as he growls once more, low and decadent in the back of his throat. she was the most sinful drug: and quite quickly he knew, he could become addicted. so with far more restraint then he knew he possessed. he pulls away. draging a deep intake of breathe into his lungs. as he rests his forehead against hers. ❛   if we don't stop now, il mio amore, I will fuck you right here in this room. and make sure everyone gathered in the other room. hears your screams of pleasure ....   ❜ his words delivered like the most decadent of sin. as his lips curl up into a smirk to match. a hand coming up, to slip the strap of her dress back up her shoulders. as he stares deep, into those glorious eyes of hers. sin shining in his. and showing he would give into his words, in an instant.

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Elysia watched Deeks, listening to his debriefing about today's gala, which was just down the hallway. They were in the library of one of his massive estates, with the gala being held in the main room, the place being flooded with extremely important individuals on a political, business, and/or mafia level. Deeks had some deals to secure and he wanted to ensure they both interacted in a seamless manner. Elysia also conveyed some information to him on persons of interest as she had insider knowledge - they were prior alliances of her father, after all.

This was just a temporary arrangement between the two. The massive rock on her marriage finger was proof of that. The contract she'd signed to marry him ensured her funds and freedom for the rest of her life. It was just for a year. Until he secured all the business deals and became the most powerful man to walk in a room. He was tall, built like a god, charming, dangerous, and everything her father hated. So naturally she took the deal. Even if it meant keeping up the charade that they were madly in love.

Though her sharp ears took note of subtle footsteps coming their way down the hall, even through the closed door. Maybe they'd pass... but as the steps stopped in front of the closed library doors, she jumped to action. Cutting Deeks off mid-sentence, she all but shoved him onto the couch - not an easy feat considering how small she was in comparison. Elysia mounted his lap with quick precision as the doorknob turned and her lips descended onto his.

His lips were warm, he smelled of expensive cologne that had her mouth watering the first time she caught a whiff of it, his beard scratched against her sensitive skin as she kissed him slow and deep. Lips moved against his fervently right as the door opened, though with the way she pressed up against him sent a message to not to pay any attention to the intruders. She heard the intruder gasp a little before stepped back and out of the library, though they were still lingering in the hallway. As if waiting to see if they would slip up on the act.

"Not yet," she whispered against his ear before she bit down on the earlobe because -- why the hell did he taste so good? But her lips found his again and the kisses became feral, deep, a bit unhinged. Elysia found herself moaning softly, hands dragging up his biceps, wrapping around him, so utterly careful not to touch his hair. His taste burned through her and greedily ate this man up, barely noticing the retreating footsteps in the hallway. They should stop now, but his lips deepened the kiss and his sinful tongue stroked along hers, causing her to rock her hips against her will. Mm.. maybe five more minutes.

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LEO SUTER as HARALD SIGURDSSON VIKINGS: VALHALLA 1.01 The Greenlanders

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the sapphire blue dress, clings to her body like a second skin. her blonde hair mused like fingers had spent hours running through it, lips looking bruised from kisses. heels tossed carelessly to the side, as she stands in the vast living room of her exes house. judging sapphire eyes trail around the place, noting the lack of anything intimate, anything that even said he lived here. as though he'd simply bought the place, for somewhere to sleep. well that and apparently kidnap her. but that she'd almost expected. almost. given she had played the game earlier that night. she had readied her appearance when leaving the home of her latest date. had let him touch, explore before calling it a night. all because she knew, her exes men would send the pictures back to him. and she wanted him to see, to regret \ to rage \ to suffer. it was petty of her she knew. but she'd long since stopped giving a fuck over what was petty, and what wasn't. the scars upon her heart still bleeding, still festering. and for that reason alone. the game to her, was one to be played. [ and oh he was learning that the delicate flower he'd left all those years ago. had grown thorns. and no longer was soft. no longer delicate. ] and sure there was a part of her, buried so fucking deep beneath the pain. that missed him, that still loved him. and every now and then, that part won, which was why the necklace he gave her was still around her neck. okay it was an unbreakable one so in reality she couldn't have took it off. but her stubbornness would have found a way. and yet it remained, pressing delicately between her breasts every time she moved. like a brand, a claim. reminding her of just who it was that owned her heart. once. but not anymore. she'd rebuilt herself in his absence and whilst his very presence, had every single nerve on edge. she was no longer his girl. not as much as he no doubt wished it.

❛   you're into kidnapping are you now, Mr. Argeia ....   ❜ sapphire orbs flickering over to him: as he enters the room. pinning him beneath their weight. as a blonde brow hitches high upon her face. arms coming to cross over her chest, causing the dress she was wearing to stretch further. to accentuate her frame even more than it had before. but right now she didn't care about that. no she was more bothered about the way he'd hauled her into his car before she'd been able to enter her house. and driven her here. the silence in the car had been prominent, and yet his anger had been palpable. from how hard his hands had gripped the wheel. to how his teeth had ground against each other. she may not know this new version of him, colder and far more calculated then he ever was. but his ticks were the same. also it seems was the buttons for pushing his anger. or maybe that was just a her thing. ❛   so how long can I plan on being stuck here, given I do have work, you know ....   ❜ given her own business, and her father's wouldn't run themselves. though cyrus probably wouldn't be too fucked about the latter. given he was attempting to buy it. [ a sale she was holding back on, again out of pettiness. ]

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he hadn't meant to do the damage he had done, his intentions at the time had been pure. wanting to keep her safe, wanting to protect her from a potential war. but the downside of nico contavius' intentions, had come and bitten him in the ass. he had witness silently, watching in the background as she fell apart. the guards being tortured and killed for touching her, and it had caused anger to burn deep in his system. that some had dared to hurt her. to break the promise he had intended to make. his father too, had also had a talk with him, and had warned him of what his intensions would do to one so pure. the destruction \ the pain \ the loneliness. he'd obviously listened to his father's words. and had witnessed it himself. and it broke his heart, to see her turn into herself. to see the light drain from her eyes. [ gone was the sunshine aura, gone was the woman he loved. ] he listened to his fathers commands after that, and stuck to getting the training in. as now that war was coming, they all had to be prepared. they all had to get ready. which also meant Melitta's timeline of being married, was upped. as a way to get some more resources. some more men. and nico hated it, as he'd not only impacted astra's life. but he had also changed the trajectory of his siblings lives. his choices had consequences. and everyone else was paying them. right down to the stress he had put, on his parents shoulders. as they attempt to govern the world, he'd thrown into war.

the youngest son, casually leans against the wall, a knife and a piece of wood in his hands. as he idly carves his newest figure. the throne room currently alive with chatter of the council meeting. which his father was mostly leading, whilst his mother yawned and grew bored upon her throne. it amused Oliver in reality, as he knew this was more his fathers area, war was in his blood. but his mother had the final say. as most knew not to piss her off: and as oliver watches. he can see that had already been achieved. his mother was keeping her anger to herself for now. but it was burning in her blue eyes. and none of them had realised it yet. head turn as the large door are opened, and it has oliver casting a glance over. as he watches the princess walk in. her eyes as dead as a black hole. the dress upon her frame, hanging like there was no longer any fat upon her frame to hold it up. she looked tired, to a point that even for a quick moment, Oliver grew worried about her. [ for a moment as he watches the fire, set alight in her eyes, and she puts every male in attendance, in their place. ] his father's words, have his eyebrow raising. because truly how was he supposed to help her. when it seemed she had shut down to absolutely everything. still he doesn't argue, and instead pushes off the wall. nodding his head once to his fathers words. before holding out a large arm. slipping the knife back into his pocket as idle fingers twirl his creation. simply letting it swing in the air.  ❛  for what it is worth princess, I am sorry you lost your child due to my brother's actions ....   ❜ he says softly. seriousness clouding the normally jokester sibling. a hum penetrating deep in his throat as he wonders, how he was going to help her.    ❛   also do not take this the wrong way princess, but you need to eat. even if for now, it's nothing more than some fruit. my father won't allow you to participate till you do, and my mother is getting too far into her pregnancy to have much of a say ....   ❜ that being how it worked. the closer his mother got to giving birth, the more his father ruled alone. to make sure his mother had less stress. cutting blue eyes over to the whisp of a woman beside him. he smiles softly.    ❛   come, I was about to have dinner with my sister. and don't worry, nico's been sent far from the palace by father to train. they're not happy with him right now ....   ❜ he isn't sure why he offers that, as he's sure right now hearing nico's name does nothing more than bring up the pain. and he shows how sorry he is in his small smile. before navigating her to wards his sisters secret garden. the one place they could hide. with less guards.

Being a gently bred princess with no exposure to any type of violence other than the gladiator games behind a safe pavilion, Astra was gravely unprepared for the situation she had been put into. Nor was she prepared for the kindness that was being bestowed upon her by the Queen of Greece, one that felt like a false sense of safety, ready to hurt her at a moment's notice. Like Nico.

The physical brutality and the mental anguish had caused Astra to shut down completely as a self-defence mechanism. Her skin was pale and clammy, marred by bruises and her appetite was completely gone. Brown eyes lingered on the queen's pregnant belly and it caused a dream of her own to flash in her mind... of her unborn child causing her stomach to swell the same way, of a peace treaty between the two nations, of Nico at her side as an unwavering pillar of support.

It all went up in flames in her mind. As did the purity of her heart.

She did not notice the burning look in the queen's eyes, nor did she notice ... much of the words. It all sounded as if it was coming from far away. Unfortunately, it felt to Astra as if she had already been consumed by it. She said nothing as the queen left, though tea was sent in some moments later...one that smelled of herbs and honey. She took a tentative sip of it and after some moments, found that it soothed the abdominal pain she was having. The sharp pain lingered, but decreased in intensity. Though she still had no appetite, it was a start.

A few days later, news arrived from the Roman Empire that shocked the palace. The king declared his daughter soiled and as good as dead, not interested in her return, nor was he interested in a peace treaty. Astra did not need to be there - she was provided the letter herself by the queen's guard, with the messenger not too far away.

Sharp, relentless pain slammed into her from behind her eyes, causing her to press her palms against the closed lids. She hadn't cried since she got here, not wanting anyone to see her vulnerable ever again. And so she suppressed it all, down down down into a place even she did not know how to access. She was no one now. She was nothing, completely disregarded and tossed aside by people she loved with her entire soul. Memories of her childhood played in her mind, of her father's hugs, of his doting laughter, the warmth of his words, the trips he'd take her on, the books and scrolls he'd gotten her, the love he had shown her. Perhaps something snapped in her right then... As she stepped onto a path of no return.

The doors to the throne room opened and Astra walked through, the queen at the throne while the council meeting was in session. When brown eyes met the queen's there was not an ounce of warmth in them. Her collarbones stuck out from the dress, revealing the effects of her lack of appetite, having consumed mainly the tea that was sent to her room. It was the only thing that soothed her.

"How dare you! This is a private meeting and I --" The council member halted as he got a signal from the king, whose gunmetal grey eyes were terrifying and locked onto her. However, focusing on him was easier than focusing on the other person that was on the council table.

Astra held up the letter, which was no doubt already read by every person in this room before it was given to her and tossed it onto the floor in front of her. "As you know, I am no one and nobody now. My alliance has been broken, my title stripped. I am here to offer myself to the Greek empire as an ally and offer my services and knowledge to bring the Romans to their knees."

The king pondered over her words and no one in the room dared to speak. "My son went into Roman lands to seek revenge for his brother's death and gather knowledge. That revenge was unsuccessful. We have a policy here... a life for a life. Until that debt is paid, you cannot be our ally."

Something ugly came up her throat, unfurled in her chest, rage flashing in her eyes before she shut it down into that dark place. "The debt has been repaid when your guards kidnapped me and killed my unborn child with their brutality. A royal life was killed before it even began. I would say that repays the debt."

There was deafening silence before Cyrus looked to Ellie. Upon the nod, the council members murmured in disbelief, shocked to hear of this truth. "You are correct," the coldness in Cyrus' eyes diminished a bit as he learned of the truth himself a day ago. "Very well... as an ally we require you to be both physically and mentally sound."

Astra let out a cold breath of a laugh, one she did not even recognize in herself. "I have never been more mentally sound. In fact, I see that large map you have on the table is completely wrong and missing at least 8 additional pathways to the Roman palace. The rooms are incorrectly mapped and it's missing the plethora of hidden passageways the palace has, a few of which are not monitored by guards. I suppose the mission to 'gather knowledge' was also unsuccessful.... your majesty."

Cyrus' lips quirked up slightly, as if he was amused. "Mentally sound as you may be, your physical state leaves much to be desired. My son, Oliver, will train you to get back into full health. We shall discuss the details of the map at a later time." Cyrus shot a look to Oliver before nodding once and turning to his queen, clearly dismissing the rest.

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ten years was a long time, and yet he can remember clearly, the last time he'd seen the love of his life. when he did the selfish thing, and supported her leaving. their split was amicable, two young people letting the other go and achieve their dream. as she wanted out of Texas, but he knew his destiny was the run the family ranch. a cowboy through and through. and even now the memory of that last day and night, burned through his memory. tingling across his whole skin. forever ingrained \ forever remembered \ forever craving. and it had been the barrier between him moving on. he had slept with people, there was no denying that. but it had been nothing, just harmless fun. a way to blow off steam. but there had never been anything behind it. not even when he'd slept with adrianna, the mother of his daughter. the two went into it wanting fun, Lia was something they'd never predicted. but nico loved that little girl. and hadn't been too annoyed, when Adrianna turned her back on being a mother. leaving father and daughter to figure it out alone. to build their own future. [ and manage they did, even if it was never the future he'd imagined for himself. as it was lacking 'HER'. ] but his sister had heard the rumours, that had gotten his attention almost completely. astra was moving home. and given his sister had her thumb on everything that happened in town. he had a feeling it was real. that it was true. and for days it felt like he was on tether hooks, waiting and wanting. till he saw her, hiding from him in a parking lot. one quick glance out the corner of his eye, whilst talking to Lia, and it was like a shot of adrenaline straight through his heart. a chuckle reverberating in his chest, as he watched the way she ran. a move only astra would make. and it has something else burning in his chest, setting the cowboys veins on fire. so after dropping Lia off with his mother, and receiving a knowing smile in return. he heads to the one place he knew she'd be. her old house.

he leans against the door, as he looks her over. sees the changes ten years made. his large arm rests above him, as he drinks her in. from that soft smile that still burns along her jaw, the way her eyes shone with all the emotions she was attempting to hide. the way her breathless voice gave her, emotions away more than she wished it. her every tick was familiar. still the same girl, he had said goodbye too, ten years ago. still the same girl he was in love with: a fact that would never change. to the point that even his family had been joking about it, since her return was mentioned. his stepfather having fun with the teasing. his siblings especially. [ though that would never change, no matter what it involved. ] he allows his own lips to soon peel open, revealing that smile. that wide boyish smile that was dialled up to a thousand. as he pushes off the frame, standing to his new full height. a lot had changed in ten years, for him just as much as her.  ❛  hey little dove ....   ❜ he grins, as he follows her inside. eyes trailing around, taking note of the changes in the house he hadn't stepped into, since he was a teenager. his critical eye taking note of repairs and that, which he was now noting. already knowing he might put in a order with Oli to come fix somethings.    ❛   surprised you're home Astra, you promised you'd never see this place again. what changed ....   ❜ he was never one to beat around the bush. never had been, and so why would he start now. it wouldn't get him what he wanted. his girl back.

Plotted starter for @mythologiaes || Astra & Nico

Astra was hiding.

Astra, a massively successful author who had sold millions and millions of her books across the world, owned exclusive properties, a top priority and member of a publishing company, charity owner, multi-millionaire... was hiding from her first love.

She hadn't been back here in 10 years, in good old Texas with its simmering heat and massive amounts of farmland. The first thing Astra had done when she landed was drop her things off at her childhood cottage and grab some supplies from the grocery store. Alas, as she was loading her car with supplies she'd caught sight of him.

Nico Contavius. There wasn't a lifetime, a timeline, a reality in which she wouldn't recognize him on sight. It did not matter how much time had passed. That powerful form, curls in his hair, kind smile and.... and a little girl by his side holding onto his hand and smiling up at him. Ice filled Astra's heart and she immediately panicked, ducking inside her car and hoping, praying he didn't see her as she hastily drove off. Married. Nico was married and had a kid. Of course. It made sense. Yes, why wouldn't it? No woman in her right mind would leave someone like Nico.

Astra didn't even know how she made it home. Fingers trembling slightly, she took deep breaths, focusing on the cicadas in the nearby distance outside. Love wasn't for her. She'd learned that brutally recently when she'd walked in on her recent ex railing someone else. However, that man had affected her confidence for a while; it showed in the way she carried herself, in the way she lost her muse and could not write anymore, in the way she ran in the other direction when she felt any emotion for someone because she was .... afraid. Lots of things had changed in the past 10 years. She'd gained worldwide fame... but in the process, Astra believed she had lost herself. Hence, her editor had sent her back to her hometown -- imposed it on her, really.

The sun was lowering in the horizon when the doorbell went off. Astra had just finished cleaning the entire cottage. There were some plumbing issues and strained furniture that needed tending to - nothing she could do about that at this time. Astra distractedly set her apron aside, having just finished dinner and walked over to the door, opening it and --

She was met with a pair of green eyes that were more familiar than her own. Up close like this, she was completely and utterly starstruck, something hot unfurling in her chest and -- "Nico," she said softly before she got ahead of herself. Married. He was married. "Hi... nice to see you again. I was going to drop by tomorrow -- I just...was settling in. What brings you here?" She had no idea how this man managed to get even TALLER in the past 10 years, but she looked up at him softly, even when emotional fatigue was evident in her eyes. "You can come in if you'd like."

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