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2 New Jonathan Bailey’s photos for the Armani eyewear campaign 2024/2025

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My favorite girls 😍

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Armani Prive, Fall 2022 Haute Couture

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Eternal.

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Contact/collaborations: fashioncollages@gmail.com

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sophs-style:

Alice Pagani (wearing Armani Privé) at the premiere of ‘Bones & All’ at the 79th Venice Film Festival on Friday (2nd September 2022) in Venice, Italy.

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Giorgio Armani SS23

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Jonathan Bailey | Emporio Armani Jewellery FW2024-2025 Campaign | August 27, 2024

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𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬! 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚! 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐬!

Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: On the foremost, you should have seen the red flags in yourself. Dropping this charade at the right time was the right decision. Yet, one look at his crimson tinted eyes and you found yourself wearing your rose colored glasses.

Tropes: Taboo relationship, explicit smut

Warnings: profanity, possessive themes, explicit smut, praise, light degradation, fingering, fellatio+handjob, semi public, unprotected, rough, hair pulling, nipple play, choking, undertones of - angst, attachment issues, insecurities, mentions of neglect, no curse AU, adultery, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.

Word count: 4.4k

Divider credits: @cafekitsune

A/N: forgive me, I was supposed to complete something else but instead this had me on a chokehold. Nothing can stop me from writing smut with my king. Hope you enjoy <3

Your reflection stared back at you.

Although the skilled work of your makeup artist showed itself on your rather decked up mien, the very chance at being delighted by your appearance eluded you.

Never did you think that you'd tolerate cheating in your marriage. Yet, here you were - celebrating the anniversary with your husband.

A black tie gala and when he exited the penthouse with you, anyone could say he was indeed looking forward to it. The customized blue Armani suit looked gorgeous upon him. Although you made sure to pass a compliment to him on your way out, the same treatment wasn’t returned.

Of course, he wouldn’t.

What else did you expect?

From the looks of it, tonight would and should mark one of the greatest days of both of your lives. However, neither of you had the guts to confront the elephant in the room. So, once again the charade would have to play. The cover pages of Forbes and Financial times would certainly make this night, a talk of the town. He must be busy with preparations of that, obviously he held little concern over your whereabouts. If not, the scandal wouldn't have stretched on this far.

On what basis did you even think that this relationship would anywhere be successful? Of course it wouldn’t when on the fore front it was always meant to end in shambles.

Besides, sparing him a subtle glance only minutes ago had you clear out of all your doubts. Leaving you to realize two facts: 1 - you wouldn't had been surprised if he would have confessed to have simply forgotten about tonight. 2 - the very same husband had been transfixed by a woman which wasn't you.

With the workaholic of a man he was, it wouldn't astound you if he said that he needed to be away to look into urgent matters. It wouldn't astound you one bit if he just needed his PA to accompany him to that urgent matter. As a good, ideal wife, what did you do? Obviously, leave the room. No matter how long did you stretch the lengths of your restraint, certain glances could never be unseen. Even then, the sharp glares bestowed upon you by everyone in the room rendered you breathless. Rumours seldom held the truth. This instance it did. Almost everyone knew about the scandal, considering the affair wasn't so discreet after all. Evidently, all those glares told you that you were being a nuisance there.

You glanced at the girl again; beautiful. Obviously, she was trying to impress someone. And from the looks of it, from the tiny smirk shot her way, she knew she was successful. Honestly, you can't blame her. He was quite the man with the flames burning in his crimson eyes and that charismatic smirk which even had you put on your rose tinted glasses.

With all the reasons screaming at your face to leave the main venue; you did.

Hence, now, standing afore the basin in the women's room - you could finally let yourself be free.

The black dress clung to your body tenaciously and the red diamond pendant resting on the juncture of your collarbones seemingly did little to cure your case. The jewellery was certainly a gift. Currently, you found the giver of the same gift in the same room as you.

You sharply craned your neck to the side, "What are you doing here?"

A languid smirk rested upon the curve of Sukuna's lips as he leaned against the door of the restroom. "I could ask the same, doll. What are you doing here?"

"Should not be your concern," Reverting your attention back to the mirror, you pushed some fringes of hair before your ear. "I can be wherever I want."

On cue he pushed himself from the door, sauntering over to you. In the limited lapse of time, you sure did make out how the door had been locked shut from inside. Sukuna towered over you, one hand of his rested beside yours on the counter; his breath fanned over your neck, instinctively you tightened your grip on the cool tile.

“Sure, you can doll.” He whispered near your ear, lifting his hand to push the same tendril of hair behind your ear. “However, to me it seemed, you were waiting for someone.”

“Certainly,” You affirmed, shooting a pointed look up at him. Although the close proximity, you refrained from letting your eyes wander over his frame clad in the black Zegna suit which fit him almost perfectly. “I was waiting when my husband will notice that I’ve left his side and come looking for me.” He grasped your arm, forcibly turning you around, though the hold was firm – the venomous pressure was nowhere to be found. “But that’s too much to ask from him, now.”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “What a bastard of a husband to leave such a pretty thing like you all alone.”

“Sukuna-”

“Still I am here,” The undertone in his voice was too loud to ignore. Besides, did you really want to?

You reached up, straightening his crooked tie like a dutiful wife. “I didn’t call you here.”

“Now, now doll-” A Cheshire grin slipped into his lips, free arm looping around your waist as he pulled you close. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how you looked at me there?”

It wasn’t clear cut lie; you did find your eyes wandering over to him even though you knew he would be up to no good. However, it was still funny. Funny how he took notice of it when all he seemed to be captivated by the other woman in the room. Did he think you wouldn’t find out or did he think that getting someone new would only make this charade all the more entertaining?

With the three of you present in the same only minutes ago, filled with family, friends, rivals and acquaintances, only a handful remained oblivious to the ongoing show. Now, with two of you gone, the few PR team members that lurked around the corner would certainly not pass up the opportunity to highlight this in the internet next day. Just how much they loved stirring the drama and how much the netizens loved consuming it.

You looked up at him from underneath your lashes, “Notice?” You scoffed with a bitter smile. “How laughable. The last time I checked you were rather pouring your attention on someone else, Mr. Ryomen.”

“Jealous?” He tipped his head forward, “And what if I was?”

“Nothing,” You let the strain of the situation reign in your two seconds of silence. “Enjoy your night. If you excuse me now-” You pinched your lips. “I have to call a friend to get me home, now.”

Like a chain reaction, it started.

First, Sukuna’s grasp on your waist tightened. The flicker of a vexation much akin to a match starting a forest fire, burnt in his eyes. “And who might this friend be? Someone I should be worried about?”

Second, with a soft graze of your thumb against his jaw, your question commenced. “Jealous?” A halt of five seconds settled down. Yet, you were more than eager to be the catalyst in this chemical reaction. “What if you should?”

Third, he threaded his fingers into your open hair; knotting the digits in your luscious strands. He tersely tugged them back, inciting a groan from you. Leaning down, his lips brushed against your own, “Then I just have to crush some pests for looking at my woman.”

Last, but certainly not the least – his lips locked onto yours.

Though the kiss was sudden, you found yourself fluttering your eyes shut as you delve into this passion only he can bring. You held his shoulder to bring the needed balance, the coarse fabric of his coat contrasted against your smooth palm. Sukuna angled your head to his comfort, nibbling on your bottom lip and once you give him access, he didn’t miss a second before pushing forth his warm tongue in your mouth. The spicy cologne of his mingled with the slight lime scent of the bathroom and with the way he worked on your mouth, your knees were weakening.

On the foremost, you knew you shouldn’t give in, you knew continuing a relationship built on lies would only end in shambles. Yet, when he pulled back – leaving you breathless for the first time tonight (and all the previous other nights), you again gazed into his red-tinted eyes. Ah! How stupid of you? Still, you found yourself putting on your rose coloured glasses.

“Aren’t you being too brave for your own good, doll? What gave you the fucking right to think of someone else when I am right here?” With delicate measures, he held your chin with his thumb and forefinger; sharp contrast to the, not so empty threat bespoken seconds ago. “Still, it wouldn’t stop me from teaching you a lesson, here and now.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Here and now?”

“Here and now.” With that, Sukuna’s lips crashed over yours once again.

His mouth ransacked over your own as he glided his hand over to your bottom and on your thighs to lift you up and place you over the countertop.  Now, on a levelled height with his, you didn’t hesitate from indulging more into the fiery exchange by tracing your manicured nails from his nape to his roseate strands. That surely did incite a groan from him and you could feel the smirk curving into your lips.

Despite the heated encounter, you were left pondering upon your thoughts. What was the point of staying in a marriage where the love given wasn’t the love reciprocated? However, with the way his moulded with yours so perfectly, all the guilty feelings just had to fade away.

Both of you parted once again, though Sukuna was a far from letting you take a moment’s rest. He latched onto your neck, leaving hot, open mouth kisses over your skin. A rather salacious moan erupted from you once he bit into the sensitive part of your skin. “Ah- you can’t do that.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want. You are mine.” The guttural growl of his voice near your ear sent a pulse to your core. He tipped your face up to meet his eyes, “Say it, love. Who do you belong to?”

The diabolical possessiveness of his had always been so disastrous... as well desirous. What was it with him that something so wrong just felt so right? Although you knew you shouldn't give in to him, that this shouldn't continue any longer. Needed to tell him that you couldn't bear the neglect anymore, you knew we were way past thee point of return. As if a scripted play, you found yourself acting again. “You. Only you.”

For a second, his frame went rigid. The next, he was pushing your back against the mirror, hoisting up the longer end of your dress till it decked around your hips and pressing his calloused palm over the soft fabric of your panties. Ah. He sure knew what he wanted tonight and he was going to have it.

While his pupil was dilated with desire, he didn’t fail from passing a knowing smirk when he felt the dampened spot on the garment. “With the way you are wet for me, no one would believe anything else.”

Oh god…

You feigned innocence, “Do you want anyone else to know?” That obviously didn’t end well. Without warning, Sukuna peeled off the cloth and pushed two of his digits inside your slick folds. “Nghh- Sukuna-”

“Everyone already knows, love.” He murmured, lips hovering over the shell of your ear. “Everyone knows that you are mine.”

He curved his fingers inside your cunt, velvet walls clamping around him in a tightness which had his cock straining against his briefs. Scissoring his way through, he stretched you out into a V. Even then, he was ruthless, letting his thumb press over your swollen clit as the juices of your arousal flowed out of your folds. The torturous onslaught over your cunt surely was too much to handle; the barbaric, loud sounds of your moans mixed with curses were like music to his ears. “Ah- Ahh Su-Sukuna… f-fuck.”

“Shh, darling,” He hushed you with a chaste kiss on your parted lips. “You don’t want an audience, do you? But if you do-” He pinched on your clit and involuntarily, did you elicit a loud squeal. One enough to have caught the ears of anyone who might be lingering in the corridors. “I am more than ready to make all of your dreams come true.”

“N-No, ahh- no-none of those are- nghh- my dr-dreams.” You managed to stumble out the few words in your lust drunk state, gripping into his biceps to restrain this torment. Although the treacherous smirk rested upon him, you knew that he was more than serious. Knew that if given the chance, he wouldn’t shy away from indulging you into exhibitionism. One act which repelled you so much. Your image was already tarnished enough among the socialists and elites. Another spot at that and you would be crossing the line of no return. No way were you letting that happen. Or so you thought.

Despite the repugnance, one glance at the man before you, one touch of his skin against yours, one praise of his – calling you his good girl, fell on your parched ears, you just might let him. To imagine it was more the arousing as much as it was perilligious. While on the base level, the act itself repelled you so much when the fleshed out play conjured before your eyes, it was rather difficult to deny it. However, that was a thought for another day.

Sukuna reached his free hand over to the neckline of your dress, pulling it down – stretching it, ruining the material beyond repair and that was the least of your concern. All you wanted was him. His hands, his mouth, his touch. All of him. The cool air of the night hit your nipples, making them stand erect as the man indulged in like a predacious beast attaining his meal after days. He squeezed and kneaded your breast, while latching onto the other as he swirled his tongue over your hardened bud.

With all the added stimulation over your body, you were sent over the end. Your walls twitched around his fingers and you bit into your lips to stop the traitorous sounds, “Su-Sukuna… I- I am-”

“Not yet.”

“H-Huh?” You buckled your hips against his fingers, arching your back for he just mercilessly lessened his pace.

“You won’t cum until I say so,” He leaned back up fully to his original height, knuckles brushing against your cheekbone before they drop to your hips. “Do you get it, love?”

You snapped your eyes shut, toe curling up as the protest marked itself on your features, “Su-Sukuna, it-its…”

“Won’t you do it for me, love? Won’t you please me?” It was so damn painful to momentarily halt your climax when all you wanted was to let go. Yet, like clockwork, you nodded. “There’s my good girl,”

Words were funny. How did he just managed to get the flutter out of your chest with a single praise?

Sukuna again increased the pace of his fingers inside your cunt, curving and coiling them up to his wish and just enough to provide you with the needed pleasure. “Not yet,” He murmured, brushing circles over your clit. “Not yet,” He twisted the digits inside, hitting your sweet spot causing you to sink your nails over the hardened tile. He stretched his finger to the maximum, observing how your cunt throbbed while sucking in air and then he grinned. “Now.”

And like the night the string holding your sanity snapped, this wasn’t so different.

You spasmed around his digits, the climax washing over you like a thunderous wave hitting the shore. Eyes squeezed shut and a trail of drool running down your mouth, certainly you were a sight for his sore eyes. He pulled out his fingers from inside you, wiping it clean with the tissues on the rack as you came down from your high. Your bare chest heaved up and down while you inhaled the copious amount of air.

After you did and once your breathing was levelled, you were more than eager to return the return by yourself. So, when you sank down to your knees – Sukuna liked it a lot. Liked it more when you unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out free and God… he was huge. The sheer girth and length was enough to put you into a moment of stupor. However, you broke out of it, ejected your spit on your hand, pumping his shaft to lubricate the length.

“Fuck- love, that’s hot.”

“Just returning the favour,” Said so, you placed a soft kiss over his tip before delving your mouth on its length. The salty taste of precum fell over your tongue – lapping it up, you swirled your tongue over the glans penis. Keeping your eyes on him, you forced more of his length into your mouth. Christ. The sheer girth of it stretched your mouth in a painful way yet that wasn’t your concern. For you were too much preoccupied with the throaty moans of Sukuna.

“Shit- you’re so good, lo- ahh- fuc-fuck, just like that.” He wrapped his fingers around the loose ends of your hair, pulling them in a ponytail as he guided you on his length.

His satisfaction rang in your ears and it pushed you further to make this experience hell of a memorable one. After all, when will be the next time this would happen? Or will it happen again? The overthinking was pushed out of your brain when you gagged on his cock – eyes fluttering shut as a tear prickled your eye. Recoiling soon after, you started to bob your head in the same rhythmic manner which he liked while you pumped the rest of his member. The way he grunts out your name again causes your cunt to throb with anticipation. Oh, how much you just wanted him to fill you up to the brim.

Trails of drool run down your lips to your chin and you pull your mouth back from his cock. A string of spit connected your glistening mouth to the tip and just from the sight of it, Sukuna could have climaxed then and there. “Ah- Fuck, doll… you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Hmm?” You hummed, not bothering to respond to that. Drunk on insatiable lust must have the courage take over. Cause the next thing you did was, pump your fist over his drool-coated cock with such a rhythm that had him throwing back his back. “Shoot your cum in my mouth.”

Despite the burning ache in his abdomen added to the stimulation and the sight of you on your knees, he still managed to keep up his cocky attitude. “Feeling bold today, are we? I wonder why…”

“Sukuna-” The warning this time was cleared out in your voice. “You know I can just leave you here and you will have to take care of this by yourself. Want that?”

“No.”

How easy was that? You smirked, darting out your tongue as you licked over the tip and took him in your mouth again. Sucking and lapping at his cock, the wanton grunts of his certainly contended you. You eagerly indulge him, coaxing him into the needful climax. His cock twitched inside your mouth. You knew, he was close. He knew, he was close.

Only a second later, he was shooting his cum inside your mouth.

You knew better than to let the aftertaste rest on your tongue. So when the copious amount of liquids started to pour in your throat, you were quick to gulp it down like a good girl. Once done, with the treatment, you let out his flaccid cock with a pop. A short trail of his ecstasy ran down your lips and Sukuna reached down to wipe extra liquid off your mouth.

“Fuck it, love.” He quivered out almost breathless. “How do you manage to be so beautiful always?”

You shrugged in a non-committal manner. “I don’t know, you tell me. A lot many people don’t think so.”

On instance, he grasped your arm, pulling you up from the floor. Holding you via the hips, he didn’t waste a second before locking his lips with yours again. However, unlike the first two times, this time, it was a lot softer. A tender gesture shutting you up from all the self-depreciating words, you must have been telling yourself.

Parting a hair’s breadth away, he muttered, “You should know by now that I am not most people.”

You snickered with a sour smile, “I know.”

With that, this time it was you initiating the kiss. You pulled him closer, holding his collar, it felt almost humorous how he still had his clothes on while yours were sliding off your body. The last thing you wanted were words o affirmations about the situation. It’s a distraction. You told yourself. All of it to keep your mind off the true matter at hand; Veiling the truths of a neglectful husband who was repulsed by his wife. You didn’t keep the previous tender tempo, instead engaging in a lascivious dance with his tongue, beckoning back the lustful desire that garnered the both of you.

Of course, it worked.

Of course, the roughness of his actions returned.

Of course, he was feasting upon your mouth as he stepped up and your buttocks hit the counter again.

Only a second later, Sukuna was flipping you on your back – assisting you into his favourite position. Both of you stared back at the reflection of the erotogenic position with your ass lined up with his crotch. Both of you shared the same mind – you nodded and he followed up with shoving his cock in your needy folds. He hit you till the brim, fleshy walls clamping around his member tenaciously, coaxing him to build up another climax.

“Doll, ahh- fuck! You just keep g-getting better- nghh- everytime, ahh-” He groaned from above you, his pelvix smacking against your ass as he continued to fill you up and pull out, just till the tip and inside again. “Fuc-Fuck! Did no one fu-fuck you this time round?”

“N-No.”

“Good,” He struck a rough hand over your ass cheek. “This cunt’s fucking mine.”

He increased the pace of his thrusts, giving you just enough. Just how much you wanted. Needed. And only this experience would ever count. His cock hit till your cervix and you arched your back, tears running down your cheeks. You muffled your whiny screams by pressing your face down on the cool tile. Obviously, he didn’t like it. Not one bit. The next second, he was pulling your head up gripping onto your hair strands as he jerked you face to meet the mirror. Your makeup was barely intact with the eyeliner smudged and the lipstick smeared over.

“Sh-Shit, Sukuna… ahh- to-too fast! Nghh-“

“Keep your eyes on me as I fuck you like a good little slut,” Tugging both of your hands back, he used them as a leverage to keep you up.

Now, with your cheek pressed against the mirror, you were forced to witness this unmaking. To keep his words, you did keep your eyes on him – meeting the burning lust filled irises. The diamond neck around your neck swayed in the air as he kept on shoving in-and-out of you.

“Damn it, I knew this would look good on you.” He traced his fingers over the jewel before his hand clamped around your neck – restricting the air supply. He was ruthless in this session tonight and it showed. Was it due to the fact that you were wearing the jewellery he bought you that sparked the need to claim you as his once again? Or was it because you had been bolder in your statements than usual?  

Your lips parted as you tried to take in as much air as he would allow. Pulling you back, Sukuna let your back rest against his hard chest, still drilling into your hole. While you were on the brink of letting go with the pleasure, pushing you over the edge, he was mindful to keep his eyes trained on you. You. Not the reflection. The real you. He watched the rapid rise and fall of your chest as he deepened his thrusts. He watched how your eyes rolled back as he worked you into your second orgasm for the night. He watched how you gripped onto his elbow for support when you milked him dry.

An amalgam of emotions passed through his eyes while you were fixed on the daze of your after your climax. All of it flickering to none when he saw you gaining sense. And after a few thrusts, he finished himself inside you.

The next few minutes were a passage of silence. A silence which if used properly would clear up so much things between the two of you. Yet, with the room reeking of recent sex and the sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies, both of you knew this confrontation wouldn’t happen soon enough.

“What now?” You questioned, choosing to be the mature one amongst the two.

“What now?” You hummed in affirmation and Sukuna found himself, trying to conjure up the proper response for this situation.

Whoever it was, that said – more than the event, the aftermath mattered – were certainly wise. For you and Sukuna, the aftermath would never be fruitful. An unspoken fact both of you could agree upon. Yet, was it just too wrong to let this charade continue for a little long?

“What do you suggest?” He gazed down on you, a softer tone coating his words as he pushed off the matted hairs from your face. “What do you want to do?”

“Mhm, well-” You slightly rotated your neck towards him. “Its my anniversary, after all. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Oh, you won’t be alone,” He helped you get down from the counter, fixing the neckline of the dress to cover your skin as much as it would offer. “What say, want to get out of here?”

With a know-it-all smile and the thrill of peril daunting over, you answered him.

Meeting his lips for only a second. “Yes.”

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CBN @/cybernetizens ◦ 3h ago

Wife of Satoru Gojo, have been spotted to leave company’s thirtieth anniversary with business rival Sukuna Ryomen in a scandalous outfit.

9.2k likes | 5.8k comments | 4.5k retweets

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Buzz @/buzzfeed ◦ 5h ago

New image of Mrs. Gojo with Sukuna Ryomen in indecent outfit and appearance leaves netizens shocked!

2.2k likes | 1.7k comments | 0.6k retweets

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GJNewz @/generaljapannewz ◦ 10h ago

Elitist and wife of Satoru Gojo spotted to have entered Hotel de Elysium with Sukuna Ryomen. Is this a public statement to announce divorce against husband?

5.6k likes | 2.1k comments | 1.3k retweets

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Imperium Romanum Bros

Rome / Romulus

full name: Tullus Lupercius Romulus

profession: retired empire

highest military position: Optio Centuriae to Hastatus Prior

(2nd in command to the 5th Centurio, thus in charge of 150 men aged 20-25 of the elite troops of the first cohort)

highest military decoration: Civic Crown

marriage status: unmarried

alignment: lawful neutral

nationality: former Roman, now stateless

residence: no fixed abode

height: 1.64 m / 5'4

appearant age: 28

Religion: Roman Catholic officially, more traditional pagan actually

Transportation: he walks mostly

Favourite clothes: loose fitted styles mostly, shorts, armani jeans, sweatpants, sandals, loafers

favourite colours: white, lavender, reds

sports: F1, chariot racing (team white!!!)

fav food: Take out, cheap beers or expense wines, lotta fish sauce or ketchup, snickers

dreamjob: plasterer

Hobbies: watching sports, walking, hitting the gym, drawing (botanical stuff mainly)

Constantinople / Dinos (Ντίνος) / Rûm (Ῥώμη)

fullname: Kōnstantînos Hatzikaratheodoris

(Κωνσταντίνος Χατζηkαραθεοδωρή)

profession: representative of the Rûm

highest official position: senator

marriage status: widower (to Iullia)

alignment: lawful evil

nationality: Turkish (That's what his passport says. Ha Ha loser!)

residence: Istanbul (Not Constantinople)

height: 1.67 m / 5'5

appearant age: 45

Religion: Greek Orthodox

Transportation: Public transport. He sold his car to be more climate neutral, he does own an electric bike.

Food/drinks/drugs: He has a bit of a sweet tooth. He tries to stick to vegan foods. His favourite treat is a magnum almond, they do sell a vegan version, but he buys the regular as a guilty pleasure! He was an alcoholic but quit drinking after Greece died. He has experimented a lot with drugs. He smokes sigarets and tries to quit three times a year.

Favourite clothes: tailor made suits

taste in jewellery: gold and gems, chains, earrings, watches, rings

favourite colours: purple and blues

description of home: three story apartment with a view to the Bosporus. It's stuffed with books and numbered boxes because he is a hoarder. Only the ground level is tidy enough to have guests over. His furniture is old fashioned but decent, built to last and stylish.

Funfacts: hobbies include beatboxing, making counterfeit money&documents, restoration of old books/art, writing poetry. He is a conspiracy theorist.

Pet: thaleia, the straycat

Music: He plays a Cello he named 'me julie'

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Jonathan Bailey | Emporio Armani eyewear campaign 2024/2025

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modern marauders favourite clothing stores:

sirius- allsaints (rich little alt man with his leather jackets and silver jewellery)

mary- herself (loves designing and making her own clothes. although she is also a river island girl)

james- harrods (rich little preppy man)

lily- a local oxfam store (affordable, sustainable, and she likes the excitement of finding surprising little pieces now and then)

marlene- grins (very her vibe. very gay. lot of the reviews are talking about how the prices are so high for a quirky little store and i think she'd love spending her parent's money on that)

peter- british heart foundation (his local bhf has so many goth clothes all the time, he loves it. he does not realise they're all coming from his mum giving them from her old wardrobe)

emmeline- urban outfitters (seems very fashionable and the sort of clothes she'd wear. also screams middle class)

dorcas- tk maxx (loves the mod box. i feel like they're a sort of brand clothing person, especially with having a lot of rich friends and wanting to fit in with that more, and it's a cheaper way of getting branded clothes)

remus- his parents' wardrobes (most of his clothes are his parent's old clothes. but if he needs/wants something specific he can't find, he'd go to a random, cheap store or supermarket)

regulus- giorgi armani (pretentious, rich, suit-wearing, little shit)

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Shu - Ralph Lauren

Shu was actually diabolic to decide. I thought something softer but still royal like burberry at first especially with their new logo re brand but it still wasn’t right. Till it hit me Ralph Lauren is so perfect for him.

He can deny his spoiled nature and try to run from who he is by neglecting attention to his manners, posture, and etiquette but he will always exude that aura of sophistication in the way he glides.

He dresses himself without care but he’s still subconsciously reaching for £155 chinos and over £200 casual slacks because he likes how comfortable the cotton is on him.

He likes how their sweaters and jumpers are soft and they fit nicely over his broad shoulders, the cashmere wool doesn’t overheat him or make him feel stuffy - in fact sometimes it’s the only thing that keeps him comfy because he can never seem to be warm enough but he doesn’t dare touch that fire place.

With his crew neck jumpers, cardigans, sweater vests the girls thrifting for their grandpa fashion at thrift stores have nothing on him.

It’s always a shame when he has to throw away the jumpers when simply rolling up his sleeves doesn’t prevent the blood from getting on them ( he doesn’t even bother washing out the stains no matter how small it is).

Oh and don’t let his apathetic nature fool you the man has suprisingly large biceps and unfortunately godly lower body strength and no his rugby jumpers aren’t just for show although he doesn’t play rugby he plays around with the various weapons around his house; the rapier his favourite. Ornate, thin and deadly he can lengthen his prey’s suffering for as long as he’d like. Sometimes he’ll go for a ride on his favourite horse whilst his depression hunts him he remembers scarce but dear memories of his mother teaching him and helping his groom his horse, him clutching onto her waistcoat as he shrieks “faster mother, faster, faster!”.

But he’s not a total snob, he has casual sweatshirts and loafers that aren’t Ralph Lauren, they’re Armani but that’s not something to be crucified for.

His jewellery is minimal, close to nothing actually. He hates the process of putting it on, taking it off, having to be delicate with it, or them rusting over centuries. He hates his crown most of all but sometimes when he feels fancy in his tailored suits, a brooch holding his cape across the width of his chest the chains delicate against the almost silk shirt he’ll slip on his signet ring with his family crest onto his pinky the gold still glamorous after all these years

[lilircloset]

Armani Beauty Dinner in Venice, Italy.

Lili wore a Chopard High Jewellery including the ‘Diamond Drop Earrings’ (N/A), ‘Diamond Ring’ (N/A) and a ‘Diamond Necklace’ (N/A) attending an Armani Beauty Dinner - September 1st, 2023.

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

With a trio of extraordinary looks, Rebecca Ferguson is emerging as Scandinavia's reigning red carpet hero

While Margot Robbie’s Barbie press tour fashion moments have dominated our feed for what seems like an eternity, another notably less pink blockbuster film tour also serves unmissable looks. We’re talking about that of Rebecca Ferguson, who’s been travelling the globe promoting Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part One. Donning dramatic and sculptural gowns, the Swedish actress is emerging as a bona fide red carpet hero.

Working with Ferguson to bring these looks to life is Belgian stylist Tom Eerebout. “Rebecca is someone who loves to play with fashion and try things out. She is never afraid to have fun, which is so nice to have in a client,” he says. “Every fitting is fun. She thinks about everything from hair to makeup to her manicure.” That attention to detail and willingness to experiment shines through in the actress’ trio of premiere looks.

Ferguson’s first major moment came via Emporio Armani. Set against the backdrop of Rome’s Spanish Steps, the floor-skimming black velvet gown from the house’s autumn/winter 2023 collection was the epitome of Hollywood glamour. Ferguson modernised the look with delicate yet sculptural jewellery from British jewellery house Shaun Leane, most notably his silver Quill Cuff. Effortless side-parted hair and a dark berry lip for a hint of extra drama completed the moment. As for wearing heavy velvet in the midst of an Italian summer? When you look this good, why not.

Next on Ferguson’s tour was something rather unexpected: a wedding dress. The actress wore a corseted gown from Vivienne Westwood’s 2023 bridal collection for the film’s London premiere. The pearls and draping, the undone centre parted bun, the glimmering barely-there makeup – goddess-level perfection. Eerebout was especially proud of how this look came together, noting, “The Westwood gown looked amazing on her, and the London energy is always special.”

Last but certainly not least, this glimmering strapless glittering couture number from Belgian label Maison Natan. With its structured bodice, cinched waist and exploding skirt, this could very well have been a straightforward Hollywood glamazon moment if it weren’t for that show-stopping Cristophe Coppens-designed necklace. Eerebout was not able to travel to New York and had to style the look “from afar”, but in the end, it came together, and he was “super pleased”. A slicked-back bun and subtle smokey eye was a non-distracting complement that let that neckpiece do its thing.

And with that Ferguson solidifies herself as a red carpet ruler who has the range. We’re a bit sad it’s over, but luckily we have the Dune: Part Two press tour to look forward to in a few months.

[harley-kwinn]

Cheater

word count: 1k

warnings: language, mentions of cheating, (poor) description of unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

pairing: alexander skarsgård x fem!reader

author's note: wrote this during work today so sorry for grammar & spelling mistakes, also english isn’t my first language <3 it was originally planned as part of a fanfic that’s why third person and in places description of the appearance was used…hope you enjoy it tho!

Lost in thought, she turned the ring studded with small diamonds between her slender fingers. The weight of it too heavy to bear.

Her amber eyes caught the soft sparkle as the first sunbeams of the day broke inside the stones.

The promise she had made 5 years ago was tied to it and yet it threatened to break more and more with every minute spent with him.

A wave of guilt crushed upon her as she grabbed onto the piece of jewellery. Her husband did not deserve to be betrayed by her like that. He had been nothing but faithful and loving towards her, yet she had lost her heart to this intoxicating man still asleep in the bedroom of the chic L.A. apartment they had spent the night in together.

The soft material of his Armani shirt he had worn last night, clung to her silhouette as she shifted on the toilet seat she was sitting on.

She buried her nose in the clean white fabric breathing in his familiar scent, feeling it blur her mind as the mix of his cologne and sweat filled her nostrils.

Turning her head back to the wall mirror opposite her, she looked at her reflection. Makeup smeared, swollen lips, hair undone and dark circles gave away the short night she's had. If she closed her eyes, she would be able to feel his slender fingers brush over her bare skin and his lips kissing her until she was breathless.

She wondered, if he was worth it all.

The woman did let her gaze linger a moment longer upon her reflection before laying her eyes upon the man on the bed. A soft smile broke from her lips at his sight. His short blonde hair, which had been neatly slicked back the night before, was now a mess while his scruff was almost too long to call it a designer stubble. Resting on his stomach gave her a perfect view on his defined back while his muscular arms rested under the pillow on his side of the bed.

She watched him a few more minutes before deciding to join him and quietly stood up making her way towards the chair her coat was placed on. Slipping the ring back into its pocket, she stepped over the cloth-littered floor and slipped back under the covers. Alex shifted softly, making the sheets fall dangerously low down his hips. He opened his eyes slowly before his baby blue orbs observed her.

"Good morning, beautiful.", his voice was still hoarse and full of sleep. Cracking a smile at her, she couldn't resist to let her hand brush over the side of his face. The soft stubble tickled on her palm.

"Good morning, sunshine.", she whispered before pressing a kiss against his tender lips.

All of the sudden he grabbed her by the hips and began tickling her. She squealed in shock before letting out a laugh.

"Alex, please. You're much stronger than me.", a giggled followed as she squirmed under his grip. The white linen sheet slipped from his body as he rolled on top of her, exposing him completely bare to her.

"Oh, am I?", he teased flashing his pearly whites before attacking her neck with featherlight kisses. It only resulted in her laughing breathlessly while still trying to wriggle out off his grip.

"Alex, please... I c-can't breathe...", she whined desperately gasping for air. Alex stopped his attack.

"Better?", he asked, the Swedish accent slipping through for a moment. After she reassured him that she was okay, he changed their position and made her sit on top of him. Starting to fumble impatiently on the buttons to remove his shirt off her body, she felt him harden between her legs. The familiar pull in her abdomen returned as she pushed his hands away and freed herself off the fabric. As soon as the expensive material had slid down her arms, she positioned herself above him and carefully sank down his length. The sensation of him entering her made both of them moan out loud.

"God, you're gorgeous.", Alex praised her as she was riding him. Her small, round breasts softly bouncing in the rhythm of the speed she had picked up. He sat up before cupping one of her breasts with his right hand and sucking on her light brown pointy nipple causing her head to fall back in ecstasy. His left hand brushed over her stomach down to the heat between her legs where he found the swollen knob between her folds and began stroking her just the way she liked.

"A-Alex, fuck. I'm close.", she moaned with closed eyes while holding onto him tightly. He supported her with his right hand around her waist as he picked up the pace and thrusted faster into her.

That's when she knew he was worth it all.

He was the high she was missing in her marriage and so desperately needed.

He pressed his forehead against her chest while digging his hand around her waist deeper into her soft skin, making sure he'd leave marks.

"B-babe...", she moaned out loud scratching her nails up his back. Shortly before her orgasm would crash upon her, his phone rang.

"Leave it.", he panted begging her to keep going. She kept holding tightly onto him as she let her gaze wander to the screen of the mobile phone. Like a threatening warning her name lit up on the screen. Alexa.

"Leave it...please.", Alex begged her once again before she pushed him off her.

The high she had been chasing was letting her fall heedlessly back to reality.

"Answer the call." She got up, immediately missing the sensation of him filling her out.

"I'm sorry.", Alex apologised quietly before reaching to pick up his phone.

She waved his apology off as she turned her back on him while quickly picking up the black lace thong and his shirt as she quickly dressed before leaving him some privacy.

Tears prickled in her eyes when she shut the bedroom door and made her way towards the kitchen. Slowly but surely she left the bubble she had been living in only mere moments ago.

He wasn't worth it all, was he?

[experienceandobservation]

Jonathan Bailey | Emporio Armani Jewellery FW2024-2025 Campaign | August 27, 2024 | 📷 Karim Sadli