#suit & Tie

[daenylothbrok]

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[andersonfilms]

★ CUM IN THE CLUB!

another banger collab with my angel — @absfawn. i love when our minds mesh together and this is so special. can't wait to put out more for this one ♡

𝜗℘ feat. dealer!abby x fem!reader

warnings. eighteen+, fem!reader, anal, sex toys, exhibitionism, mean!abby.

palestine masterpost

dealer!abby who takes you out to a club she does business in even if it goes against what she told you. all day long your puppy dog eyes and killer smile paired with your bratty fucking attitude pushes her while she tries to work but no. babygirl had to have her way — so be it. before the two of you leave, she stops you, and for a moment you almost believe abby’s going to back track on her word but she just wants to have little fun. bending you over her desk, with a firm hand she pushes your pretty dress to your waist, exposing the pretty holes she loves to stuff. sinfully spreading your ass cheeks apart, she spits. it’s slow as the liquid reaches your puckered hole, using her finger as she spreads it around to lube your perfect little hole. half of her wishes to take you upstairs, stuff you full of her cock but she refrains. carefully, abby removes the plug from her drawer. meticulously, pushes the toy inside your ass. the familiar moan, the one you only give her when you plays with you, fumbles from your mouth. c’mon, you want a night out. right baby? abby sinks to her knees, getting a taste of your cunt, licking boldly as her tongue basically works magic on your cunt but then she’s gone, the office door left open as you shove your hem down, summoned to follow her. 

dealer!abby has been busy, all night, just like she told you. luck happened to be on your side, when she frees herself up for you. pulling her by the tie you knotted for her earlier, you pull her to the overfilled floor. abby’s suit jacket abandoned, it’s just her button up and the maroon tie, those stupid slacks perfectly tailored to her bulging thighs and perfect ass. the dim lights of the club conceal most of what you enjoy so much but the face you love to fuck is still seen underneath the strobe lights. she lets herself be dragged by you, as she toys with the remote in her pocket. already, she smirks. unable to contain the excitement. the very thing she’s been patiently waiting for as she nurses bruised knuckles. 

your ass grinds against her front, the plug feels even better as your pussy gets some friction, but you feel something. the familiar dildo, the one she prefers to split your pussy on. “abs, are yo—” the words die on your tongue as the butt plug vibrates. her hands grip onto your hips, pulling right on the strap she is so obviously wearing. “who told you to stop grinding on my cock?” her fingers amp the vibrations even more, your head tosses back as you moan in her. craving nothing but to please her, you keep going. inevitably chasing the high she gives you. 

“y’know i was gonna be mean, punish you for your insistent brattiness but i’d much rather see you cum. remind you who this pussy, this ass, and these tits belong to.” abby manhandles you, rotating your hips into a pace she likes while she makes out the vibrations. with it being so small, you never thought it would feel this good. “abs, i—”but abby starts moving her own hips, the outline of her cock connects with your dripping folds, your dress riding up enough, your bare ass exposed. 

“shit, daddy, feels like—” your clit pulsating against the sensation. “feels like a taste of what i’m going to do later. gotta warm you up if you want your ass split on my cock tonight,”  the mischievous blonde slips two fingers inside your cunt, deliciously curling them against your cunt, your g-spot being fucked with each thrust of your fingers. “but right now? you’re gonna make a pretty mess all over my fingers. make sure you’re good or daddy will punish you later. treat you like the best you are.” abby fucks you at a pace you almost can’t keep up with. hips fucking against her fingers as she fully seats them inside you. 

“y-yeah, shit shit, i’m close. daddy, can i cum? m’so close, need to please you. please can i cum?” you whine, a whimper pulled from deep within you as you shake against her cock. just to be cruel, she slides another finger. the magic in her hands tattering you right off the edge as her thumb circles around your ass with your slick. “mhm babygirl, show me what a dirty fucking slut you can be. soak daddy’s fingers, yeah?” 

the only thing you see is her pretty face when you cum, deep blue eyes and then her mouth is devouring yours. commanding the control she always does, velvet tongue massaging with yours, swallowing each and every moan you give. it’s desperate the way you need her but when her fingers leave you, the sigh that leaves you can be heard over the thumping bass in the club. 

“oh? well, don’t think i can wait until we get home either. you need me to stuff all your holes? can’t even stop grinding on my cock even after i made you cum.” abby laughs, hot breath hitting your ear. “my pathetic whore, hm? i’m sure you’d let me fuck your pussy in front of everyone. pretty pussy always need me s’bad.” 

the brat in you resurfaces now that you’ve had your fill. “as if claiming my pussy in front of everybody is a threat? do your best, if you can manage.”

“i’ll do you one better, baby. i’ll do my fucking worst.”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: andrei got an all star weekend fic last year, so it’s only right that mat gets one this year! i literally have a million favorite pics from this weekend so i had to use them all i don’t care. i tried to hit a bunch of the main weekend highlights! i’m also aware that some of the timing and stuff is weird in the fic, but we’re just rolling with it and enjoying the vibes. 🧡💙

word count: 7k

tw: innuendo, dirty talk, protected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f recieving), thigh riding, extremely minimal editing

summary: all star weekend in toronto with mat is one to remember

“Who do you think will pick you?” You ask, settled comfortably in the middle of the hotel room’s mattress, wrapped warmly in the plush robe. You have the perfect spot to watch Mat at the bathroom sink while he shaves. He’s in his suit pants, but his chest is bare, giving you the opportunity to watch his back and arm muscles move as he works.

“Dunno,” he replies, slightly muffled. You can see his face in the mirror, lips tucked in and half covered in shaving cream. He lets his hand fall to the counter and turns to face you, a crooked smile on his face made even more lopsided by the shaving cream beard. “If it’s not Mo and Auston though, I’m leaving.”

You roll your eyes, knowing that your boyfriend loves Justin Bieber almost more than he loves you. “I want Nate and Cale to pick you. I want to meet Tate McRae.”

“You can meet Tate McRae even if I’m not on her team,” Mat scoffs, returning to his shaving. “When am I ever going to get a chance to be coached by Justin Bieber? Never, Squeaks! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“You’re such a dork,” you murmur affectionately, grinning at his back and tucking your face into the collar of the robe. You have to get up and start getting ready soon, but you’re too comfortable to move. Mat’ll go over to the arena earlier for media interviews and the red carpet, but you don’t have to be there, technically at all, but you want to see the draft.

Mat finishes shaving his face and wipes his cheeks off with the hand towel. “You’re not being very supportive of my dreams,” he informs you dramatically, tossing the dirty towel onto the counter and planting his hands on his hips.

You kneel up on the bed and gape at him, amping up the dramatics. “I’m spending my vacation in cold ass Toronto instead of Baha Mar because I’m supportive of your dreams,” you laugh, throwing your arms out to your sides. “Sue me if I want you to have a good celebrity captain.”

“The Biebs would be the best captain,” Mat replies, crossing over to the bed in a handful of steps, reaching out to rest his hands on your hips. His fingers play with the tie of the robe. “He played hockey and he’s a huge fan.”

“Are their colors at least the blue jersey?” You ask. “You look so good in blue.”

Mat lifts an eyebrow. “That would make you support my coaching dreams? The color blue?”

You hum, resting your hands on his shoulders, playing with the chain around his neck. “I’m very superficial,” you inform him, deadpan.

“Yeah,” Mat replies, equally deadpan, “me too.” He breaks a second later, grinning and peppering kisses all over your face, making you squeal. His fingers dig into your sides, tickling you under the robe, and you wriggle on your knees, slumping forward over his chest when you can’t take it anymore. Gasping laughter saws from your chest and you try to catch your breath, but Mat’s making it hard with his hands splayed over your back. They’re warm and slightly rough and you’re both really wearing barely any clothes, it would be so easy to drag him down onto the bed.

He seems to be telepathically picking up on your thoughts because Mat presses a kiss to your bare shoulder where the robe has slipped off and says, “I gotta finish getting ready or I’m going to be late. But when we get back after the draft, my body is yours to use.”

You pull back and grin at him. “However I want?”

“Yeah,” he snorts, “I need to conserve energy to reclaim my title tomorrow, so you have to do all the work.”

“Pillow princess,” you accuse, pouting at him.

“Just for you, babe,” Mat shoots back, cupping your chin in his hand and tilting your head back so he can really kiss you, licking into your mouth and leaving you wet and wanting when he pulls back. “Start thinking about what position you want me in.”

He winks, laughing, and heads back to the bathroom to finish getting his hair in place. You slump back down on the bed and call to his back, “I’m making sure I get two orgasms before you even get one.”

“Fine by me,” Mat calls back, hands working through his hair. “I like the way you scream my name when you’re coming on my cock.”

Your entire body flushes with heat and you press your thighs together. “Damnit,” you mutter, knowing you need to start getting ready and you definitely don’t have time for even a halfway satisfying orgasm. “For that,” you call, starting to roll off the bed so you can do your hair and makeup, “I get three orgasms before you get one.”

“You’re being so mean to your All-Star,” Mat teases, shrugging into his button down and starting to do up the buttons. You plug in your curling iron and roll your eyes at him.

“Should’ve known all the attention would go to your head,” you sigh, pretending to be burdened by him. “I’m your All-Star, Mr. Barzal, and don’t you forget it.”

His answering grin crinkles his entire face and you go to him easily when he reaches out to grab your wrist and tug you into his chest. “That’s why I’m letting you have your orgasms before I get mine,” he says cheekily, pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek and disappearing to the other side of the room for his shoes.

You huff a little, a small smile playing on your lips, and return to fixing your hair. Mat finishes getting ready, lacing up his dress shoes and pulling on his suit jacket before throwing his arms out to his sides and doing a little half-turn, asking, “so, how do I look?”

“Like my All-Star,” you beam at him, tilting your head up for a kiss. He obliges. “I like this suit a lot,” you continue, reaching for your purse and withdrawing a Sharpie. You hold it up in between your bodies and tuck it into the inside pocket of his jacket. “Just in case.”

Mat pats his hand over the pocket and kisses your forehead. “Thanks, Squeaks. Text me when you get to the arena, okay? I’ll see you after the draft.”

You nod and with one final kiss, Mat’s out the door, leaving you with some peace and quiet to get ready. You do wish that Bo or Noah had been voted in too, so you’d at least have Holly or Alexa to hang out with while you’re watching the events. Mat’s parents and Liana are getting into town tomorrow afternoon, with enough time to join you for the Skills Competition, but until then, you’re on your own.

Luckily, you run into Steph Marner outside of the arena, saving you from the awkward first day of a new school feeling where you’ll either have to sit alone or find someone you know in the arena. You know Steph a little bit from different events and you’re friendly enough, it’s not the same as having one of your girls with you, but she’s a familiar face.

“Hey, girl!” Steph greets you with a hug that you return. “Welcome to the six!”

“I really wish you were welcoming me to the Bahamas,” you laugh, falling into step next to her. The crowds are wild and you look around as you walk in, having never been to an All-Star game before this is so much fun.

She lets loose a laugh, “you and me both! It would’ve been nice to get out of the city for a bit, but what can you do?” She shrugs and you fall into small talk for a little bit, catching up on what’s been happening since you last saw each other.

By the time the draft starts, you’re pleasantly tipsy and getting into the fun. The guys are all sitting on little benches on the ice and it’s adorable watching them swing their legs like toddlers. You snap a few photos of Mat from your spot in the stands, knowing the professional photos you’ll get from the team’s social media team later will be better. The draft starts and you wait impatiently for Mat to be picked.

By the time the fourth round ends and he hasn’t been picked, you’re starting to get cranky on his behalf. And slightly anxious that he’ll be picked last, even though you know logically that won’t happen. On the ice, he keeps swinging his legs, fidgeting in place until finally Mo and Auston pick him to join Team Bieber, along with half the Maple Leafs - Mitch Marner and William Nylander included.

Steph slaps your hand in a high-five, “woohoo! Teammates!”

You laugh and cheer along with her, snapping a picture of Mat getting a hug from Justin Bieber. You immediately send it off to your group chat, adding the message: pretty sure he’s going to leave me for the biebs 😭

The girls flood the chat, but you’re too busy laughing with Steph about Mat and Mitch’s chatter on the Team Bieber bench.

“Oh my god,” you laugh. “Mat’s such a yapper. He must be talking Mitch’s ear off.”

“Please,” Steph waves her hand in the air. “Mitch can’t shut up either. They probably aren’t even listening to each other.”

As the draft continues, you tune out a little since Mat’s been picked. Eventually, you tune back in and your gaze lands on your boyfriend manspreading to an extreme degree. Muffling a laugh with your hand, you shoot him a text, knowing he won’t see it until later: spread your legs a little wider, babe, i want to feel the stretch when i straddle you 👀

The draft comes to an end and it’s a little bit of a whirlwind after that, chatting with people you haven’t seen in a bit and wandering the arena until you find Mat. Or he finds you, actually.

“Team Bieber!” He crows, barely hiding his excitement now that it’s just you in front of him.

You grin at him, squeaked laughter pushed from your lungs when he crushes you to his chest in a hug. “Happy for you, Mat!”

“Babe,” he shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear, “this is gonna be so fucking fun. He hugged me!”

“You are the biggest fangirl I’ve ever seen,” you tease, tucking yourself under his arm and wrapping your arm around his waist. “It’s adorable.”

“I know you’re making fun of me right now,” he says, “but I don’t even care. We’ve got a Bieber concert to get to.”

You shake your head and let yourself be dragged along to the concert, knowing that Mat’s going to have the time of his life listening to one of his favorite artists perform live and that you’re going to get so many videos of him singing along that will immediately be sent to Beau for blackmail material.

The concert is actually beyond fun, and by the time you get back to the hotel, Mat’s completely forgotten about his earlier determination to be a pillow princess and has you out of your sweater and jeans before you really process what’s happening. His mouth and fingers work you up to two hard and fast orgasms, leaving you sweaty and breathless in the middle of the bed.

“Fuck,” you mutter, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing them, bending your knees to draw his cock closer to your cunt. You clit throbs and the condom-wrapped head of Mat’s cock bumps against it, making you see stars.

“One more each, okay?” Mat mutters, pushing into you slowly. You whine and clench around him, scraping your nails down his back. He hisses at the sting, but doesn’t stop until he’s seated fully inside your pussy, breathing hard. Sweat rolls down his temples, dampening his hair.

You barely last a few minutes, overly sensitive from the last two orgasms, and you come before Mat, stroking your hands over every inch of him you can reach while he pumps his hips into yours. He grunts into your neck when he comes, filling the condom and nearly crushing you with the heavy weight of his body on top of yours. The air is pushed from your lungs, Mat’s sweaty chest pressed against yours.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into your hair, “that felt good. You feel good. Could stay here forever.”

You kiss his shoulder. “I’d make some kind of innuendo about being an all star, but I think my brain is melted,” you say honestly, still wrapped around Mat like an octopus and making no effort to move.

——-

Mat’s Friday is quiet, other than an early afternoon practice for the Saturday game and the Skills Competition at night, so you have a lazy morning with him in bed. Neither of you bothered with clothes the night before, so it’s easy to get your hands on him and harder to get his hands off of you. You slip under the covers and wake him up with your mouth on his cock, sucking him off until he comes in your mouth. After he returns the favror with a slow, lingering orgasm, you shower and decide to head off to explore downtown Toronto for a bit before Mat goes to practice and you head off to the airport in the rental car to pick up Mat’s parents and sister.

“Thank god you’re here,” you give Liana a huge hug after helping everyone load their bags into the trunk. “It’s so hard being the only one around to chirp Mat to his face.”

“Please tell me you have video of the Bieber of it all,” she grins at you, a little evilly. You nod and she she pumps her fist. Nadia shakes her head.

“Don’t be mean to your brother this weekend,” she turns around in the passenger seat to face you both. Michael had insisted on driving back into the city and you weren’t about to argue - Toronto traffic rivaled New York traffic.

Liana rolls her eyes. “Mom, he needs some humbling,” she replies. “It’s good for his character

growth.”

You hide a giggle behind your hand. The Barzal sibling dynamic is one of your favorite things to witness. “I promise, Nadia,” you say, leaning forward a bit, “Mat gets so much praise. He does need a little humbling every once in a while.”

Once you’re back in the city, you drop the car and everyone’s bags off at the hotel and head over to meet Mat at the arena. He’s waiting for you all in the main lobby, looking fresh and clean and beyond adorable in his new All-Stars beanie. His smile is huge and only grows when he gives his parents hugs hello. He rubs the top of Liana’s head in a noogie that has her punching his arm, while they both laugh.

“Hi,” you smile up at him. You missed him even though it’s been less than two hours since you saw him.

“Hi,” Mat kisses you quickly before tugging the beanie off his head and unceremoniously dropping it on yours, tugging the cuff of it low over your forehead and smushing your hair. You wrinkle your nose at him and he raises an eyebrow. “It’s cold and you look cute in it.”

You lift your phone, the screen lighting up to display a handful of social media notifications and texts, “not as cute as you, according to the Twitter girlies. Apparently, you’re giving babygirl.” Your grin is shit-eating and Liana openly cracks up next to you, even as Michael and Nadia frown at each other, completely confused by the social media phrases.

Mat’s ears go pink and he nudges his hip against yours. “Shut up, let’s just go for lunch and not talk about that,” he rests his hand against your lower back and slings the other arm over Liana’s shoulder, guiding the both of you out of the arena.

“Oh no,” his sister says in a sugary-sweet tone, “we’re definitely talking about it. I have a few of my favorites bookmarked to mention…” She trails off, starting to scroll through her phone.

“Mom!” Mat whips his head around to look at Nadia. She plucks the phone from Liana’s hands and stashes it in her purse.

Michael, in order to cut off Liana’s complaint, jumps in, “Mat, tell us about Patrick Roy. How’s the change going?”

Luckily, the new coach is a topic Mat could happily chatter on about for hours, so he takes the bait and you end up having a fairly peaceful lunch before heading back to the hotel for a little relaxation before the Skills Competition. Liana comes to hang out with you and Mat, while Michael and Nadia get in a quick nap after their long flight. You put a movie on, but really the three of you end up gossiping and catching up, before Mat finally kicks you both out so he can get in a short nap too.

“Love you,” he kisses you before essentially pushing you out the door.

“Yeah, I really feel the love,” you roll your eyes, quickly pulling your coat back before Mat can close the door on it.

Liana smiles at you wryly. “I don’t know how you put up with him, but thank god for you. Let’s go get a coffee,” she says, linking arms with you as you stroll down to the elevators. You have the toque back on your head, adjusted so it’s not smashing your hair flat, and you can’t help but smile when you think about Mat putting it on your head in the first place.

“He’s surprisingly easy to love,” you laugh. “When he’s not being a drama queen.”

“Ugh,” Liana rolls her eyes affectionately, “you guys are disgusting.”

“Be nice or I’m going to decide to renovate the guest room during the week in April you’re coming to visit,” you joke.

——-

The arena is even louder and more chaotic during the Skills Competition and you’re having fun with Liana, taking pictures and getting snacks while you wait for everything to start.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, scrolling through Instagram before the events start. The reel the team’s socials have posted of Mat picking out his skate blades has your panties immediately damp and you’re ready to demand it get taken down for your own sanity. You shift in your seat, damp fabric scraping against your wet cunt.

Liana looks over your shoulder to see what you’re looking at. “Oh gross,” she fakes a gagging noise. “He needs to put those away.”

“Or save them just for me,” you mumble, for her ears only. As much as you love Nadia and Michael, they don’t need to hear how horny you are for their son. Liana bumps your shoulder and your fingers slip over the screen.

“I’m gonna go blind, put that thirst trap away,” she frowns. “They’re going to start now.”

She’s right and Mat is the first one introduced on the ice. The four of you jump to your feet and scream for him, your heart pounding with excitement. Mat looks so stupidly happy to be on the ice, you can’t help but let out an extra loud wolf-whistle for him.

The Fastest Skater competition is up first and you won’t admit it, but you’re a little nervous for Mat to hold onto his title. You clench your hands together while William Nylander, Quinn Hughes, and Cale Makar go, crossing your fingers when their times are all over 14 seconds.

Mat’s fourth and you scream when he’s under 14 seconds, holding first until, of course, Connor McDavid unseats him. It’s annoying and a little frustrating, but you’re still beyond proud of Mat for being so close.

“Fuck that!” Liana grumbles, echoing your thoughts.

“He’s fastest skater in my heart,” you whisper back, purposely not telling her your plan to giving him a blow job at the end of the night.

One Timers is next. Honestly, you have no idea what the rules on this one are, but you just enjoy the show. Especially since Mat’s not that great in this competition in the end. You can see the scowl on his face and even Nadia laughs a little.

“He’s so hard on himself, even for fun events,” she shakes her head.

You can see him shake his head after his turn at the Passing Challenge, but honestly you’re really just focused on down damn good he looks with the backwards cap on his head. Watching Mat show off his skills is always your favorite thing. Mat takes third in this challenge and then talks to Kevin Weekes on ice and you record him while he talks, loving that crooked smile of his.

“I can’t believe he’s tied for first,” Liana shakes her head, filling in Michael and Nadia as they come back to the seats with drinks. “Think he’ll drop a couple thousand my way?”

“I’ll make sure of it,” you nudge her side. “Right after he funds my tropical vacation.”

During the musical break, you both get up to use the bathroom and stretch your legs. Your phone is vibrating with texts from the team and the girls, chirping Mat and making sure you know to pass on the messages.

Mat’s final event is Stick Handling and you keep your fingers crossed throughout the break - he’s in third overall and honestly you think he could pull off a win. Either way, you know you’re going to celebrate with him later.

“That’s my man!” You shout when Mat’s announced for second place. “Silkiest mits in the league!”

Liana and Nadia jump up to celebrate with you - Mat’s tied for first over all with one competition left.

He makes it to the next round and the three of you cheer, laughing and more than a little tipsy off of arena beers and cocktails. It’s so much more fun to cheer him on and celebrate Mat with his family.

“I always forget how good he is,” Nadia comments. “I know he’s good, but he’s having fun out there too.”

“No, he was literally off the wall excited to come back,” you tell her. “Being selected and then getting to replace Jack Hughes in the skills comp, on top of the new coach, Mat’s been in such a good mood lately.”

“He’s also whipped,” Liana teases you. You stick your tongue out at her.

“He just knows when he has to listen and turn off his hockey brain,” you shrug, talking over the music.

“Oh, Mat sucks at the shootout,” you groan, seeing what the One on One competition entails. “I just need him to not be last on this one.”

Mat picks Igor Shesterkin as his goalie and you watch him collect six points and sit in a tie for third. The New York rivalry runs strong and you can’t wait for the Stadium Series game in two weeks. You’re kind of treating the cold in Toronto as a preview of sitting out in the cold in New Jersey.

And with that, Mat’s onto the final round.

“One step closer to that cool million,” Liana grins. “You know how big of an engagement ring you could get with that…”

You choke on your sip of water and Michael claps you on the back while Nadia frowns at Liana. “No way I need or want something that big,” you manage to squeak out. “Not to be, like, basic, but I’d take a page out of Taylor Swift’s book and marry him with a paper ring.”

Your entire face feels like it’s burning red, talking about marrying Mat in front of his parents. You do, obviously, want to marry him, but it feels strange to say so in front of his parents when you’ve only met them a handful of times.

Liana’s shit-eating grin is identical to Mat’s. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she says and when you try to say anything, she shushes you and points to the ice, where the obstacle course is starting.

“Oh, he’s locked in,” Liana says and you’re all leaning forward in your seats as Mat goes through the obstacles.

“Oh god,” you groan, covering your eyes with your hands as Mat struggles with the little nets. Liana and Nadia wince at your sides. It’s like a train wreck, you can’t look away from his struggle. When they have to bring out more pucks for him, your heart sinks into your stomach.

Mat’s time in the end is awful, and you can see his disappointment on his face when he looks up at the jumbotron. He would’ve beaten McDavid if the nets hadn’t tripped him up.

“Ah, he did his best,” Michael says and you nod. It sucks that Mat didn’t place higher, but you’re so proud of him. Considering he wasn’t even chosen to be in the Skills Competition in the first place, the fact that he made it to the final round and nearly won is an incredible effort.

Mat texts you all in a group chat that you’d honestly forgotten existed, letting you know that he still has to shower and do some media availability, so he’ll meet you all back at the hotel.

Michael and Nadia decide to head to bed and you promise to let Mat know - you’ll all get together for breakfast before Mat goes to his morning skate before the game at 3. You and Liana hang out in the hotel bar until Mat joins you a little more than an hour later, spotting you immediately and wedging himself in the few inches of space left in the arm chair you’re sitting in. He squishes you to the side with his thighs, spreading them without concern. His arms wrap around your shoulders and he kisses the side of your head. “Hey, Squeaks,” he greets you, adjusting so one of your legs is draped over his and you’re as close as you could possibly be.

“Jesus,” Liana mutters. “Get a room.”

Mat squints at her, “I would love to.”

You nudge his side and murmur, “behave,” at him. All that does is encourage Mat to get in your face and kiss you hungrily. A surprised giggle is swallowed by Mat’s mouth and Liana’s disgusted scoff makes Mat smile against your lips.

“I’m going to bed,” she pushes up from her chair. “See you two in the morning. And wear a condom, I’m not ready to be an aunt.”

You and Mat choke simultaneously, Liana’s laughter echoing as she dances away. You drop your forehead to Mat’s shoulder and he shakes his head, “she really knows how to kill the mood.”

When you shift your leg though, you can feel the bulge of Mat’s cock against your thigh. “I don’t think she killed the mood that much,” you tease, curling closer to him. “Should we go upstairs and I can reward you for being the all-star of my heart?”

“Cheesy,” Mat accuses even as he’s pulling you to your feet and guiding you to the elevator bank. “I’m exhausted though, I didn’t realize how much work the obstacle course would be.”

“I’ll do all the work, don’t you worry,” you grin at him.

Less than ten minutes later you have him on his back, cunt clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” Mat groans, fingers digging into your hips. “Baby, god, fuck feels so good.”

You lean forward, bouncing over Mat’s cock, nails digging into his chest. “Wanted to do this all day,” you gasp. “All the posts, your fucking thighs, Mat! Been soaked for you.”

He laughs underneath you, sliding one hand to play with your clit. You whine and feel your arousal leak from your body, smearing all over Mat’s pelvis. “Thought about riding my thighs, baby?” He asks, gripping your hip even tighter and helping you bounce on him.

“Every fucking day,” you admit, choking on air when Mat bucks his hips up into yours, the head of his cock smacking against your g-spot. “All-Star Mat is my favorite Mat.”

His face is red from exertion, beads of sweat rolling down his temples, but even still you can tell that your praise is getting to him, flushing his chest pink and making his rhythm over your clit stutter. You grin wickedly down at him, knowing exactly how you want to play him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you murmur sincerely, grinding down on him. “Came in and killed it, made it look easy,” you hiccup on a particularly aggressive bounce, “so fucking handsome. My all-star. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Fuuuuck” Mat drags out the curse, bending his knees and planting his feet on the mattress so he can fuck up into you roughly. “Jesus. Wanted to win ‘cause you were there.”

You whimper every time Mat’s cock hits your g-spot, nearly there, and praise him again, “always a winner. Always my winner. Love you so much.”

Mat’s cock thickens inside of you while you clench around him and you plant your hands on his stomach for leverage and to feel his muscles bunch up in the lead up to his orgasm. He groans and squeezes a handful of your ass, bucking up into you harshly. “Gonna - sorry, baby. Need to come,” he groans your name, filling the condom with a deep growl. You keep riding him through it, replacing his hand on your clit with yours so he can grip your hips and bounce you while he finishes.

“C’mon, fill me up,” you whine, chanting his name, rolling your fingers over your clit until you finish a few seconds after him, gushing around the base of his cock and his lower stomach. You slump over his chest and Mat grunts underneath you, smoothing his hands over your ass.

“God, that was fucking amazing,” he mutters into your hair, kissing your cheek. “Gotta be the all-star more often.”

You laugh and wiggle your ass over him, cunt clenching lazily around him. “I dunno, I was supposed to take care of you, but you took over there for a bit,” you mumble against his skin.

“Couldn’t help it,” he shrugs, “looked so fucking good with your tits bouncing, that gorgeous face you make when I hit as deep as possible.” He yawns a little, swallowing the last few words of his sentence.

“Shut up,” you laugh lightly, swatting at his chest while you roll off of him, sticky and sore. Mat moves to get up, but you push him back a little and wrap a hand around his hip. “I’ve got it.” You make quick work of the condom, tying a knot at the top and padding into the bathroom to get rid of it. You rinse off quickly and bring Mat back a damp washcloth to clean off his stomach, but by the time you get back into the bedroom, he’s got one arm tucked behind his head and he’s fast asleep, letting out gentle grumbling snores.

You laugh a little to yourself, shaking your head. Men.

Still, you wipe him off carefully - not that it matters, he doesn’t move at all - and climb into bed with him, after stealing a clean t-shirt from his suitcase.

Mat chokes a little on his snore and rolls over, grabbing you around the waist and hauling you close to his chest. His arm is a strong lock over your stomach and you shift, getting comfortable before falling asleep with the warm weight of Mat’s body at your back.

You wake up a little bit later, with one of Mat’s thighs wedged in between your legs, corded muscle pressed up against your cunt, making it throb. You grind experimentally over his leg and he grunts against your hair, warm breath fanning over the back of your neck and making you shiver.

“Mat?” You whisper his name quietly and his arm tightens around your waist. You trace your fingertips over the veins on his hand.

His thigh flexes against you and you gasp, warmth pooling between your legs.

“Told you to use me,” Mat mumbles sleepily, kissing behind your ear. “Go ‘head.”

His hand is splayed flat over your stomach and he pushes gently, spurring you into movement. Your hips rock lazily over his thigh, the sleepy rhythm making it hard for you to hold onto the coil of pleasure. Mat rocks his half-hard cock into your backside and you sigh softly, heat building in your blood.

“Feels good,” he sighs, helping you move over him, eyes still shut. He hikes his thigh up higher, catching your clit on his leg hair and sensing a wave of pleasure through your body.

You whine his name, burying your fingers between your legs to help coax yourself to an orgasm. “Wanna feel you,” you whisper and Mat’s hand slips between your bodies, leaving your stomach cold, so he can roughly jerk his cock a few times, tugging until he’s harder.

He pulls you back by the hip, until his cock is nestled between your thighs and you angle back against him, slipping the head of him inside your entrance. A breathy sigh escapes your lungs and Mat rocks his hips so his cock thrusts in and out of your shallowly. Between his cock and your fingers, you’re falling over the cliff of pleasure within seconds, slick covering your thighs.

“Roll over,” you rasp, legs still trembling. You’re not about to go searching in the dark for a condom, so you settle yourself in between Mat’s powerful thighs and take him into your mouth, tasting yourself on him. Both of his hands land on your head, tangling in your hair and holding you in place while you lick at him, kissing the head of his cock and hollowing your cheeks around him until he’s coming in your mouth.

Mat groans, hips bucking up into your mouth, eyes screwed shut. “Babe, christ, love that fucking mouth,” he says hoarsely, hauling you up his body when you’re done so he can kiss you sleepily.

You’re exhausted and close your eyes again, lying over Mat’s chest, his arms wrapped around your back. “You make me so stupid,” you mumble against his collarbone, asleep before you know it.

——-

Saturday is the big game day and after your middle of the night sexcapades, you and Mat oversleep so he just barely has time for breakfast with everyone before he’s off to the arena for a little morning skate and a brief stint on NHL News.

You and the Barzals decide to take in a little bit of the Fan Fest before exploring downtown Toronto before the game starts. It’s fun to spend so much time with Mat’s family and you’re looking forward for them to coming to Long Island for Easter.

The games themselves are beyond fun to watch, since the guys are all taking it seriously while still having a good time.

When Mat and Team Bieber make it to the finals, you and Liana are beside yourselves, screaming with excitement.

“Mat willed them to a win so he can spend more time with Justin,” Liana laughs and you agree.

“Honestly, I’m not convinced he wouldn’t dump me for Justin,” you snort, snapping a picture of Mat on the ice.

Team Bieber/Matthews wins the whole thing and you know it’s just a silly fun weekend, but you can’t help be so incredibly proud of Mat and his performance all weekend. He’s been so light and happy all weekend and you know it was the break he needed to reset for the second half of the season.

After he finishes with post-game media availabilities - where he apparently mentions his future kids, much to Liana and Nadia’s delight and your slight panic, one day but definitely not any time soon - he comes and meets you all for dinner. Mat’s still buzzing from adrenaline and won’t shut up about Justin Bieber as a coach.

“He was just so invested,” he says. “Really wanted to win and knew what he was talking about.”

“Who’s a better coach,” you cut in slyly, “Justin Bieber or Patrick?”

He pins you with a wry look, as his parents laugh. “Squeaks, that’s just not fair.”

“It’s also not even a competition,” Michael points out. “I would think Patrick Roy has nothing on Justin Bieber’s enthusiasm.”

You recognize your boyfriend’s father’s sarcastic joke and giggle. Everyone knows about Patrick’s enthusiastic coaching style.

“I actually can’t wait to get back to it,” Mat says, swiping a bite of your steak off your plate. “I feel really good about the back half.”

Dinner continues comfortably for another few hours, Mat soaking up time with his family while he doesn’t have to worry about practice or a game tomorrow. Eventually, you all head back to your rooms - the Barzals are flying back to Vancouver tomorrow afternoon, while you and Mat get to enjoy the day together before the team flies in before the game.

“Oh, hey, check this out,” Mat’s nearly bouncing when you get back to your hotel room, directing your attention to a huge gift bag sitting on the bed.

You raise an eyebrow, “all star game swag?”

“Even better,” Mat’s eyes are wide. “Justin gave us all some stuff from his line.”

Muffling a giggle with your hand, you poke at the gift bag. “Justin? Your new best friend?” You ask, dryly, spotting a grey hoodie at the top of the pile.

Mat nudges you with his knuckles. “Just for that, I’m not sharing my new gear,” he informs you, pulling each item out of the bag. He’s like a kid on Christmas, giddy with each piece of merch and relaying more stories about Justin behind the bench, like you haven’t heard them all already.

You indulge him, getting ready for bed as he talks, giving him a soft, affectionate smile when he finally pauses his yapping. “You are such a dork,” you murmur, squishing his cheeks between your palms and planting a quick kiss on her pursed lips. “It’s a good thing you’re so cute.”

——

Sunday is quiet, festivities over. Mat immediately pulls on his new Drew hoodie and you snag the sweats, going for comfort over fashion for your day.

“Steal that sweatshirt and send it to me,” Liana says, hugging you goodbye.

“Over my dead body,” Mat shakes his head at her. “Buy your own.”

You sling an arm around Mat’s waist and lean into him. “Oh, calm down. No one’s stealing the gifts your boyfriend gave you,” you wrinkle your nose at him in a crinkly-eyed smile.

He snaps at the waist band of your pilfered sweats and gives you a stink eye. You laugh, “I live with you! They’re going back to our shared dresser.”

“In my drawer,” Mat says and you nod, indulging him. You both know that you’re keeping the sweats.

Once Mat’s parents and Liana are off to the airport, the rest of the day is chill. You’re soaking up the time with Mat before he goes back into the grind for the back half of the season.

“Hey,” you say at dinner later, nudging his foot with yours under the table.

Mat looks up from the menu, hair a little messy, eyes still bright from the excitement of the weekend.

“I just…I’m really proud of you,” you manage to say around the little ball of emotion in your throat. You reach across the table and lace your fingers with his and Mat squeezes them gently. “This has been the best weekend and I hope you get to bring this excitement to the back half of the season.”

His grins at you, that crooked smile of his that you love so much, and says, “having you here was the second best part of the weekend.”

“Let me guess,” you deadpan, “becoming besties with Justin was the best part?”

He nods, eyes twinkling, “yep.”

“I hate you,” you snort a laugh, smiling despite yourself.

“It’s a really close second though,” Mat assures you.

With a faint sigh, you shake your head, “I see where I stand. Maybe I’ll just have to cheer for the Leafs tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Mat rushes to say and you kick his shin lightly.

“Of course not,” you scoff. “What kind of Long Islander would I be, rooting for the enemy?”

Mat pinches your palm, “a terrible one and an awful girlfriend too.”

You hum and say nonchalantly, “you’d think two blowjobs in a weekend, plus riding you, would cement me as best girlfriend ever.”

“Make it three and I’ll marry you right now,” Mat jokes, surprising a laugh out of your chest. Your heart skips a beat in your chest at the mention of marrying Mat, even as a little joke. You want to be his forever.

“You know,” you say, voice shaking just slightly, “marriage is all about give and take.”

Mat bumps his knee against yours, grinning wickedly. “Baby, if you wanted an orgasm, all you had to do was ask,” he says, voice low so he won’t be heard in the restaurant.

Your entire body heats with lust and you brush your fingers over your lips, hiding the involuntary little smile Mat’s words elicit. “Oh,” your voice is breathless, “well, if that’s all it takes.”

“You going to ask for what you want?” Mat asks, running his thumb over the backs of your knuckles.

Leaning forward, you hum, catching the faint hint of Mat’s cologne and the hotel shampoo. You wet your lower lip and watch as Mat’s gaze tracks the tiny movement of your tongue. Quietly, you murmur just for Mat’s ears, “I want some all-star orgasms before I become a hockey widow again.”

Mat chuckles and leans forward too so he can give you a quick kiss. “I think I can make that happen,” he replies easily, leaning back in his seat. You can see from the way his body shifts that he’s spreading his legs again. You shift in your seat, feeling hot. He smirks a little at you, clearly seeing the way your body reacts to him.

Fuck, it may be a three blowjob weekend after all.

[judgementdaysunshine]

May I please request headcanons for Bruce, Damian, and Dick responding with their S/O to a guy high on PCP and raging out and reacting to their S/O getting badly injured while trying to stop him?

I actually remember this one 👀

Dick

He knew that someone was brought in but he didn't expect to hear arguing and yelling in mount justice going down to see you and half the team dealing with an very angry civilian you brought for medical attention but soon he got angry

The next thing he saw was the man punching Kaldur,shoving Jaime into the wall,and throwing you across the room over the island in the kitchen and into the wall across the room where you laid still

He runs across the room gently holding you in his arms as Connor and the rest of the team get him on the ground unconscious and tie him calling Superman to get him out of the cave

He tries not to cry seeing you limp and quiet in his arms being careful of moving you begging superman to look at you to make sure you were alive being told that you were unconscious and nothing was broken badly or at all

He carried you to his room staying by you putting an ice pack on your neck and side due to you having bruises there and only a sprained wrist nothing broken or bleeding internally

You wake up seeing him in his normal clothes without his glasses which was rare and surprising going to lean up until you stop by the pain in your muscles making him turn around full of tears gently hugging you

You slowly recover to everyone's relief and the man was put in prison when it was found out by local authorities that he was a longtime criminal charged for drug trafficking,assault,and murder which terrified you and everyone thankful of how lucky you were

Damian

You joined him and everyone else on a patrol in Gotham helping deal with the rise in crime with the past while

All of you split up into groups of two going around gotham starting with Barbara and Jason,then you and Damian,lastly Tim and Step each taking one part of gotham

So far you and damian stopped two robberies,a kidnapping,and four sexual assaults being thanked by each person you saved taking 3 people to the hospital

After taking a break you noticed a man holding a gun threatening a woman and child quickly stepping in and taking them to a safe place far enough near a police station going back to help damian

You both fight him noticing how bloodshot and glassy his eyes looked and a small substance on his nose immediately knowing that he was high on some type of drug but didn't know what type it was

While fighting the man managed to grab you punching you a couple of times throwing you to the ground kicking you against a wall until damian got on his shoulders hitting him and covering his eyes

After a couple of minutes tim and steph came jumping in and managing to get him on the ground with a taser until jason and barbara came taking him to a nearby police station while damian was with you trying to help you up but when he went over to you he noticed how both in pain you were yet quiet as well panicking when he fell to the ground

You woke up later in a warm bed and familiar room realizing that you were back at the manor in more comfortable clothes than your suit with damian next to you tapping his foot on the floor anxiously

He saw you leaning up immediately running and hugging you "God I didn't think you would wake up" he tells you that after you fell blacking out he grabbed and carried you back to the cave where Alfred bandaged your waist and leg that was injured

Luckily other than that you only had a badly bruised rib recovering with ice packs and pain relief quickly getting back into training and back on patrols again with them everyone always keeping an extra eye on you always contacting you on your receiver in your ear

Bruce

The two of you along with the justice league had been out on the streets in each city due to the Joker and Bane amping up their activities so you kept more eyes on each city from Gotham And Central City to Star City and Metropolis

You had fought off a few thugs and henchmen of joker's when you noticed a tall big man with a glassy look on his face clearly angry heading for Wonder Woman yelling for her look out thankfully Flash got her away just in time

You dodged and along with Green Arrow and Hawkman the three of you fought the man trying to have him calm down or tire him out so that you can take him to the authorities or straight to Arkham Asylum

What you weren't expecting was to be thrown into Ollie then picked up again and your back being thrown against the man's knee like you had seen happen to Bruce years ago making your heart stop and terrify you that you would be hurt like he was for a long while or even worse

You hit your head and blacked out not hearing ollie and Diana scream in panic,bruce to you gently picking you up in his arms running to the batmobile, or superman quickly taking the man away and straight to the closest asylum while you were taken to the ER

After being checked out you only had a concussion and a big bruise on your back and it being sore surprisingly but you remember that right before you curled yourself right before your back hit his knee which possibly saved you from a worse fate that didn't happen

You were out for 3 weeks using ice and slowly walking normally again starting your first weeks back with training then going back on full time missions with bruce always making sure that if you did get hurt that it wasn't your back or head

[ao3feed-loki-mobius]

by hypocriteromantic

Loki was still seething when he strode into the clothing store. He simply could not believe he'd had his best suit ruined by some clumsy teenager and their mocha latte three days before the most important business meeting of his life. His hands trembled with the need to grab someone by the throat or break some offending object. Other than that, his affected demeanour was as poised as always. He strode to the counter past multiple clothing racks that smelled like stifling weddings and pretentious cocktail parties.

Words: 1617, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Loki (TV 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Ravonna Lexus Renslayer, Hunter B-15 (Marvel), Sylvie (Loki TV), Other Kang Variants (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius

Additional Tags: AU where mobius works in a clothing store, mobius takes loki's measurements, loki is a stockbroker, Smut, my first au, don't wait for the series to be completed, i don't know how many chapters i'll write, Touching, Teasing, Foreplay, Love at First Sight, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

[denimbex1986]

'Every single time Andrew Scott has a big event coming up, he does one thing without fail. “I just whack on a load of moisturiser, because you don't want to come off as exhausted when you have to go to these things,” he says over Zoom. “No matter what type of moisturiser it is, just put as much of it on as you can. It'll keep your skin alive.” And if there's one event to do that for, it's the Emmys, where he was just nominated for 'Outstanding Lead Actor' for his role in Ripley.

But before the event itself, Scott sounds a little... tired? “I just got here last night,” he says from his hotel room in Los Angeles. “I'm literally only here for 24 hours, and then I have to do a film, a World War II film.” But even though the Irish actor's on two different timezones, there's still energy to be enjoyed. This is the Emmys, after all. And he's wearing something truly sick.

“It's Vivienne Westwood, which I'm very excited about. I absolutely adore Vivienne Westwood, and I think it's kind of rare that you get to wear Westwood menswear," he says. “And I just had a really good time collaborating with the team. They're really fun, great people to work with.” The chocolate brown suit is amped up by fanged-out lapels that extend way past his shoulders. His shirt, in black, is fitted with a flurry of dramatic ruffles across the front. “It's a bit rock and roll, it's a bit punk, but it's still very, very beautiful.” Which is what Vivienne Westwood is all about.

And it's his first time on the red carpet in this hallowed label. “I actually wore Westwood in Sherlock,” says Scott. “Moriarty had a Westwood suit, and back then, I remember it was one of the first costumes that I was genuinely excited about. So even though this is my first time wearing them [to an event], I feel like I have a sort of strange history with them already.”

It wasn't always like this, though. When asked if he remembered his first big fit that he wore to his first big event, he let out a nervous laugh. “Wow, God,” he says. “Back in the day I rented something from a dodgy tux place in Dublin, and I'll always remember how bad the trousers fitted. But that taught me how important fit actually is. Sure, your suit can be very expensive, but if it's a little too big or the sleeves are a little too short, it won't look good.”

His first outfit also reminded the 47-year-old actor of how much menswear has evolved over the past few years. “Back then, I think the thing I didn't always love was how every guy looked more or less exactly the same. You had to wear a black tie, and that was kind of really your only option. I think you can be so much more creative now, and you can find stuff that really suits you, because not everybody is going to suit wearing a, you know, black tie the whole time. Not everybody is going to suit black and white.”

And that's one of the main reasons why Andrew Scott was so gassed about wearing Vivienne Westwood to the Emmys. “Events like these, for the most part, are celebrations. They're celebrations of your work. They're a party. So not only should you feel comfortable with what you have on, you need to make sure that you have fun, too.”'

[snkts]

Logan and Victor returned from the mission late, just eleven 'o' clock. 'Mission,' actually, was a fancy word for playing body guard at a Manhattan gala for the Professor and Ororo as they schmoozed with rich big wigs, politicians, and people who thought very, very, highly of themselves. It was boring as hell and Victor was bored as hell. There was a lot of champagne and Victor drank a lot champagne, and ate a whole bunch of the little snack type deal things that came around on trays carried by the staff. (Of course, they were all one or two bites in size and so not nearly as filling as Victor wanted). Other than eye balling people for signs of danger and watching Chuck and Ororo make small talk, there wasn't much to do. Well... besides mess with Logan.

Making eye contact across the room while Victor drinks champagne and lets droplets of bubbly alcohol dribble down the line of his jaw; or fiddling with his tie as an excuse to wrap his entire hand around his own throat; getting the cream from an eclair on his mouth and making a big deal about running his tongue over his lips; or, oops, he got the oil from some bruschetta on his fingers, better lick those off too. Or, if he was close enough, nudging his elbow into Logan's, shoulder; running his hand up Logan's arm and elbow; even got a butt pat in there once or twice. He didn't let-up on the car ride home either, tracing his hand over and up Logan's thigh.

He could smell his mate simmering by the time the car parked in the garage. Victor smiled and played stupid, like all of this was incidental. They bid goodnight to Ororo and the Professor, then retreated to their own room. Once inside the safe confines of their bedroom, Victor started to undo his cuff links.

"Well, that went well," he observed.

Logan was no stranger to wearing a suit. Hell, if you asked him, he’d say he cleaned up pretty damn nicely. He had to do it a lot in Madripoor, and on the odd special occasion around the mansion. It’s just a touch outside his usual dress. Victor’s, too. And as good as Logan thought he wore a suit, damn, his mate looked to die for. It’s not fucking fair. It’s not fair, because he has to behave and focus on the mission, and his mate is there looking like a goddamn treat and acting like a brat. What the fuck. 

If you asked Logan, he'd tell you he remained professional all night. It was some boring, fru-fru type of event, but he was on duty, and that meant he wasn’t allowed to be more interested in Victor’s antics. He didn't let it get to him. He was focused. He didn’t watch the way the buttons on Vic’s shirt strained when he rolled his shoulders. He didn’t notice his tongue, wet and pink, cleaning cream from his lips. Definitely didn’t notice the way his fingers tugged at his lip. Nope, definitely not. Nor did he think about how shiny and soft Victor’s hair looked when it was brushed so nicely. Or how bad he wanted to replace the hand around Victor’s throat with his jaws. Lick the alcohol from his skin–

On a mission.

Right. 

And of course, Victor is stubborn and a pest. He amps up the difficulty. Little, teasing touches scattered themselves through the event. A brush here, a nudge there. Standing as close as he could get away with. Letting his hands wander as much as stealth allowed– Logan gave a half-hearted growl and Victor had only grinned back. 

Smug bastard. 

It only got worse on the ride back to the hotel. He was really, really glad Charles couldn’t read his mind. Stuck in the back of the car, with his mate’s scent that warm and that close, was driving him up the wall. He spent most of the trip with his arms crossed and his eyes fixed pointedly out the window. He replies to the conversation when spoken to, but for the most part, keeps quiet. Behave, behave, behave. It’s only five minutes back to the hotel from now. Just five minutes. Then through the doors, across the lobby, up the elevator, down one more hallway… Each step felt like a country mile. But they made it, somehow. Logan closes the door and leaves his palm on the painted wood as he closes his eyes and breathes a steadying breath, in-two-three out-two-three, he knows he’s playing right into Victor’s hands… And then Victor speaks.

Once again, smug bastard. Logan pounces like he’s hunting. He’s already kissing Victor before they land, crashing lips together and fisting a hand in his long blond hair. 

“Sometimes,” he growls, going for another kiss, “I can’t fucking stand you.” 

(As if he hadn’t fallen for that same smug bastard twice.)

[typingtess]

NCIS: Los Angeles Season 14 Rewatch:  “Blood Bank”

The basics:  A shootout on a yacht owned by Arkady Kolcheck gets NCIS’s attention.

Written by:  Samantha Chasse co-wrote "Kill Beale Vol. 1" and wrote "Impostor Syndrome" and “Murmuration”.

Directed by:  Benny Boom directed "Ghost Gun", "767", "Fool Me Twice", "Pro Se", "Hail Mary", “Groundwork” and “Perception”.   

Guest stars of note:  Duncan Campbell returns as NCIS Special Agent Castor from “Let It Burn”, Vyto Ruginis joins season 14 as Arkady Kolcheck.  Matty Cardarople returns as Danny, who sold pastries in season 10’s “Into the Breach” and computer supplies in “Imposter Syndrome” in season 12,.  Kathleen Garrett as Miraslava Borisova, Dalia Rooni as Riffat Murad, Nikolay Moss as Kostas Orlov, Jonathan Kells Phillips as Rupert Richardson and Emily Morales-Cabrera as Assistant

Our heroes:   Deal with more Russian nonsense.

What important things did we learn about: Callen:  Giving a deposition. Sam:   Running a taskforce. Kensi:  Nancy Drew on the boat. Deeks:  Swedish nobility. Fatima:   Late. Rountree:   Bodyguard. Kilbride:  Appalled by Arkady’s safe house.

What not so important things did we learn about: Callen:  Now working on Sam’s taskforce. Sam:   Absent. Kensi:   Wields a mean serving tray. Deeks:   Wields a mean sword. Fatima:  Coffee fan. Rountree:   Lost the excuse book. Kilbride:  Found the excuse book.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange?  Not a mention, though I bet she knew Mira Borisova.

Who's down with OTP:  Kensi dropped her “Mom Tone” when she had to separate Arkady and Mira Borisova.  Kensi and Deeks were fine.

Who's down with BrOTP:   Fatima and Rountree have plans for covering for each other.  Fatima made a friend waiting for coffee.

Fashion review:    Callen wears a dark blue, long-sleeve tee.  Kensi has on an oatmeal pullover sweater that probably looked better in person than on the TV.  Deeks started the episode in a pale pink tee before wearing his Swedish Nobleman blue suit.  A red quarter-zip for Fatima.  Rountree started the episode with a black tee and what looked like a blue lightweight rain jacket before wearing his all black bodyguard gear.  Tell me if you’ve heard this before – blue suit, pale blue dress shirt, medium blue tie for the Admiral.  He also wears a trench coat and looks fantastic. 

Music:   "Makaha” by the Tikiyaki Orchestra is playing in the bar when the Admiral arrives to rescue Arkady.  Deeks and Arkady walk into the auction house with “Rasputin” by Boney M. playing.  A bit of the “Titanic” soundtrack pops up at the end.

Any notable cut scene:  Not today.

Quote: Arkady:  “Grisha?”

Kilbride:  “Guess again.  What sort of a moron decides to make a safe house from...whatever this place is?”

Arkady:  “Am I alive?”

Kilbride:  “Judging by the looks of this table, barely.”

Arkady:  “Listen, a Russian would not look for another Russian in a bar that serves rum-based drinks.  It is a brilliant and delicious plan.”

An Arkady-Kilbride spinoff would have worked.

Anything else:  On a yacht, a Russian woman is showing off the 43rd of the Czar’s Fabergé Eggs to buyers.  There are only 42 known eggs, she has the 43rd which “no longer exists, yet, there it is.”  She is looking for $7 million for the egg.

She wants to share champagne with her buyers but when she calls for one of her yacht staffers to bring a bottle, there is no answer.  The buyer and his bodyguard pull out guns and shoot the woman and her security staff.  They race off with the egg. 

The woman, however, is not dead.  The large necklace she wore acted as a bulletproof vest.

Walking into the office, Kensi and Deeks are debating Rosa watching a dating reality show.  Kensi assures Deeks that Rosa knows the show isn’t real.  This is news to Deeks, who thinks the program is real.  The two debate the contestants, including a “meatball specialist”.  A very amped up Rountree joins them, asking about going into the burn room.  Since it is 9AM on a Monday, neither Kensi or Deeks have a reason to do any early week burning.  Rountree tries to exit but is forced to explain the notebook he shares with Fatima.  It is a track of their excuses for when they are late.  “It’s the only way we can keep our stories straight!” 

Kensi mentions texting each other but Rountree thinks Kilbride would find a digital trail.  Fatima is late and he’s not sure what the excuse of the day will be.  And he needs that right now since Kilbride is looking for Fatima.  Rountree starts with a car appointment but that would mean Fatima scheduled it during work hours, angering Kilbride.  He changes to medical appointment but that worries Kilbride.  Suddenly Fatima has a dog – for an undercover operative, Rountree is bad at this.  And the dog was hit by a car.  Kensi and Deeks offer thoughts and prayers.

Fatima, however, is getting coffee.  Fatima chats with a woman waiting for coffee.  Riffat works for an agency finding housing for refugees from Afghanistan.  After trouble with the barista, Fatima is on her way.

Kilbride walks into an empty Ops, except for Rountree.  Based on the case that just arrived, Rountree wanted to do the debrief alone.  Two Russians were found dead on a yacht in Marina del Ray.  Demetri Fedrov and Simeon Babanin, former Russian military and now with the Wagner Group, are persons of interest in moving cultural and historical pieces of art.  The boat, the Diamond of the Ocean, belongs to Arkady Kolcheck.  “Why am I not surprised?”

Kensi and Deeks enter Ops with news that Arkady was attacked.  They know nothing about what happened on the boat the way Rountree and the Admiral know nothing about the attack on Arkady.  There is a “Who’s on First” vibe going on.  Arkady was attacked at his house that morning but was able to move to a safe house.  He contacted Callen, who wants Kensi and Deeks to ping Arkady’s burner phone.  Callen is giving a deposition so he’s unavailable. 

Deeks thought Arkady was out of the spy business but Kensi thinks it could be his past causing Arkady trouble.  The Admiral isn’t so sure that Arkady is out of the spy business.  Rountree offers to call Callen but the Admiral is going to find Arkady himself.

In a Tiki bar, a rather overserved Arkady is looking for “Grisha” but gets Kilbride instead.  Kilbride is wondering what kind of “moron” makes a Tiki bar a safehouse.  Arkady is wondering if he is alive.  Explaining himself, Arkady tells Kilbride that a Russian would not look for a Russian in a place that serves rum-based drinks.  “It is a brilliant and delicious plan.” 

Ignoring what has led the two of them to “this idiotic moment”, Kilbride wants to know what happened.  Leaving his house that morning, two men with guns came up to Arkady’s car.  He high-tailed it out of there, running over one of the gunmen’s feet.  Kilbride asks if that’s what caused the shooting on Arkady’s boat.  Arkady is confused, he hasn’t owned a boat for 40-years.  “Must be another Arkady Kolcheck.”   Saying he is just a typical ex-KGB Agent who defected to America, “who could want me dead?”

On the maybe not Arkady’s yacht, the original thought is murder-suicide.  Looking at the lack of blood spatter behind one body and the way the blood pooled, Kensi thinks this is a set-up.  The investigation says there was no video but that doesn’t make sense.  A boat this big and fancy would have security cameras, according to Kensi/Nancy Drew.  Deeks tries a mirror but it is one way, not two.  Kensi found a camera in the smoke detector – “Nancy Drew you did it again.”

In the boat shed, Arkady is finishing a call with Anna as Callen pours some coffee.  Arkady isn’t a fan of the boat shed because it smells like a crab shack.  His safe house has blended drinks.  On the plasma screen, Rountree and an arriving Fatima have the footage from the camera Kensi found.  Most of the footage is useless, it was over there table where the Russian woman was showing the egg.  The woman, however, drags herself into the camera’s range.  Fatima has facial rec but Arkady already knows – “Mira.”  And he claims to know her biblically. 

Mira is Miraslava Borisova, a Moscow museum curator turned black market antiquities dealer.  With Borisova’s access, Arkady was able to put her in contact with people interested in buying what she could provide.  But that was 40-years ago.  Callen wants Arkady to set up a meeting.

Outside of a fancy hotel in Beverly Hills, Callen is surprised Borisova would hide in such a public place.  Being a well dress, wealthy woman, Arkady thinks she’d fit right in.  He’s a bit nervous about reuniting with Borisova.  Callen offers some advice and help but Arkady remind him that he was doing this before Callen was born.  The roach coach is now a plumbing company van with Kensi and Deeks inside with a lot of surveillance equipment.  Callen tells them that Arkady dated Borisova before he met Anna’s mother. 

Rapping on the door, Arkady finds it opened.  He calls for Borisova as he walks inside.  She has a rather heavy coffee table book and starts beating him with it.  Callen asks Kensi and Deeks what’s going on and they’re not sure.  Back in the room, Borisova is furious that Arkady finally calls and it the day she was almost killed.  To get her attention, Arkady pops her with a couch decorative pillow.  She returns the favor. 

Kensi yells that “they’re fighting” – Borisova thinks Arkady set her up in Malta and set her up today – while Deeks is enjoying the “geriatric WWE”.  Kensi wonders if they should go in.  Callen isn’t sure.  Deeks brings up the time Arkady made them de-booby-trap his car because Arkady couldn’t remember how he booby-trapped it.  Kensi brings up a failed mission in Chechnya.  Callen talks about Arkady cursing his engagement to Anna.  They’re going to let Arkady and Borisova work things out for a while.

After Borisova picks up the luggage rack, getting NCIS’s attention, Arkady threatens to remove the tag from a rare Beanie Baby.  When he does, Borisova really starts knocking him around.  Callen, Kensi and Deeks walk into the hotel room just as Arkady goes flying.

Near Ops, Fatima runs into the Admiral while she tried to evade him.  She apologizes for her tardiness.  Fatima tells him her dog is doing well.  The Admiral, a dog lover, wants her to bring in the dog as he recovers.  In fact, he insists. 

In Ops, Rountree apologizes for freaking out and going with the dog.  Fatima is more concerned about finding a dog.  On the big screen, Kensi and Deeks are in the boat shed.  Rountree identified the missing object from the yacht – it is one of eight missing decorative eggs, made for the Russian royal family.  While killing Borisova to steal the egg makes sense, why go after Arkady?  Fatima sends a picture of the egg to Callen, who is interrogating Mira.  Arkady is on the back deck in a time out.

Callen shows Borisova the egg.  She plays dumb but knows she’s been caught.  Callen asks why was the boat registered to Arkady.  Again, Borisova plays dumb until Callen says he’s going to turn the yacht over to the DOJ.  They have a special taskforce that confiscates Russian belongings.  After explaining it is her boat, Borisova tells Callen that she has put Arkady’s name on everything she’s bought – from condos in Cape Town to safe deposit boxes.  For all the world knows, they’ve been partners in crime for 40-years.  It is the perfect revenge – “petty but effective.” 

Bringing up the attack on Arkady, Callen believes someone going after Borisova tried to kill Arkady as part of her fake partnership.  Since the men who robbed her thinks she dead, she’s not interested in talking.  Callen is – the men are still after Arkady and it is Borisova’s fault.  

The men on the yacht were new clients and vetted by an auction house.  Callen is surprised – why would an auction house be involved.  Antiquities have to be stored carefully not in a storage locker rented by the month.  The only people who knew about the sale were the auction house, buyers and the seller, Alexey Pasternik.  Pasternik was motivated – he wanted the sale.  Moving the item quicky meant selling at a discount.  And that means he’s the problem.

Alexey Pasternik died three-days earlier.  He “threw himself” from a 12-floor condo by going through the window.  A suspicious death.  Fatima has a map of billionaires like Pasternik who left Russia days before the Ukraine invasion.  More than half are dead. 

Callen tells Borisova about Pasternik’s untimely fall.  She tries to joke about the Russian national bird being a flightless bird because of all the falling Russians.  Callen wants to know what Pasternik was trying to get away from.  Borisova explains that the billionaires had their loyalty bought by the Russian government.  Lots of money was given to these people and now with the sanctions causing financial pain in Russia, the government wants the money back. 

The government was hiding their wealth with the billionaires – they are blood banks.  Since the government was not happy with the way Borisova was selling off the assets, they went after her and her partner, Arkady.

Doing a ton of exposition, Deeks explains that the money given to the billionaires to invest and spend was reclaimable.  Once the billionaire dies, the money goes back to Russia.  All the murders of the billionaires all over the world was to get back the money.  “This is so much bigger than we thought.”

In his office, Kilbride tells Kensi and Deeks on his smaller plasma screen that the DOJ will not be cooperating with NCIS.  With tactical nukes on the table, NCIS has to be involved in a discreet investigation.  An investigation without Callen, since he is joining Sam’s joint task force.  It is Kensi, Deeks, Fatima and Rountree on this one.

Since they don’t know the gunmen or how to smoke them out, Deeks thinks they should approach the auction house since the auction house still thinks Borisova and Arkady are in business together.  Arkady could approach the auction house to get an item and the insider in the auction house could tip off the gunmen.

Borisova is willing to help but only if she’s running things.  The auction house will have rules for wealthy clients and a well-dressed Deeks – fancy suit, tie, and a medal of some sort around his neck – is just that client as Swedish nobility.  She reminds everyone that the auction house protects objects, not people.  The fire suppression system removes all the oxygen in a room to stop a fire.  If there is a person there, well, that’s a problem for the person.  For her cooperation, Borisova wants a second chance.

Dressing in the boat shed restroom, Borisova brings Arkady a special suit.  He apologizes for leaving her in Malta.  She sort of does the same with today’s assassination attempt.  “Let’s just call us even.” 

Walking into the auction house wearing a tan three-piece suit, a light blue dress shirt and a red paisley tie, Arkady introduces himself to the woman in the reception area.  He is followed by Deeks and Rountree, who is all in black, dressed as a bodyguard.  Asking for Rupert and giving his account number, provided by Borisova in the plumbing van with Castor, Arkady and Deeks welcomed in.  Rountree must wait in the reception area – company policy.

In a waiting area, Rupert is excited to greet Arkady after working with Borisova on his behalf for years.  Rupert starts speaking to Deeks in Swedish – that goes poorly.  Rupert is going to speak to Deeks while Arkady opens his locker.  Arkady is freaking out – he doesn’t have the key.  The earwigs are failing – the building is secure.  When Kensi asks about Borisova, Castor is shown out cold and Borisova is gone.

In the vault area, Arkady is met by an armed Borisova. 

With no response from Arkady or Castor, Kensi and Rountree are going to move into the auction house. 

Entering the locker behind Borisova is Arkasha, the man who shot her on the boat.  Arkasha thought he was going to have to kill Borisova twice that day but she cut a deal with Arkasha today.  She would kill Arkady, turn over her client list and she gets back the egg and her freedom.  Arkasha suggest she shoot Arkady in the head.  She doesn’t.  Instead, she knees Arkasha where it hurts, turns on the CO-2 suppression system and sets off all sorts of alarms.

Making his way through the building, Rountree gets to the vault but can’t open the door.  Rountree shoots open the vault door to find Arkady.

When the alarm goes off, so does Rupert.  He pulls a sword from the wall before Deeks can get his gun out. 

Rountree finds Arkasha and subdues him before they both suffocate.

Arkasaha’s men have Arkady and Borisova.  Kensi causes a distraction and takes one henchman out. 

Deeks finds his own wall sword and he and Rupert duel.  Deeks wins in a way too short scene.

Kensi is stuck between Arkasha’s two men.  Arkady tosses her a silver platter and a vase.  She takes them both out before Deeks arrives.  Promising to make a scene to distract Kensi and Deeks, Arkady wants Borisova to flee.  She’s not going anywhere.  Kensi puts her in cuffs.

Back in the office, Rountree asks Fatima for friends dinner - tacos or udon.  She has to pass -  she’s having a friends dinner with Riffat.  Rountree thinks that’s great.  He also found a shelter that lets people borrow pets – she could use that for the Admiral.  Fatima is just going to tell the truth.  That’s when the Admiral arrives with the excuses notebook.  He also noticed all the same frappuccino cups in Ops so Fatima needs to come on time.

On the back deck of the boat shed, Kensi asks Arkady if he is alright.  He has Anna, Grisha – his family.  He wouldn’t rewrite one minute of his life if it meant he wouldn’t have them.  Kensi asks about Borisova.  She will always be on his credit score with all the accounts she took out.  Besides, that means she is thinking of him.  He shows her the beanie baby.  Kensi tells him she knows it is worthless and so does he.  She says goodnight.

Arkady watches Kensi leave and pulls the beanie baby apart.  Inside is a very expensive necklace.  With the soundtrack from “Titanic” playing, he holds it over the water.  Then decides it was too expensive to drop into the water.  Instead, Arkady takes it with him as he leaves.  Anna calls.  Suddenly, he wants to talk about the open bar at the wedding.

What head canon can be formed from here:    There is a continuity issue because in “Answers”, Deeks joked about writing for a reality series.  Now he’s shocked to find out they are scripted.

My goodness this was a chatty episode.  TV should be show, don’t tell.  This was all tell, tell, tell.  And a generic tell, tell, tell.  This episode works completely in season three.  In season six.  In season nine – you get the point.  A mention of Callen’s wedding here and there but otherwise, Hetty could have picked Arkady at the bar, Sam or Callen could have been on bodyguard duty instead of Rountree. 

And I know the lack of Sam (all) and Callen (a lot) in this episode has to do with the upcoming crossover episodes but just have Sam up on the big screen in Ops telling Callen to drop everything, he’s needed. 

It wasn’t a bad episode – and anytime Arkady shows up, the fun level goes up, up, up – but it just wasn’t much of an episode.

Episode number:   This was episode nine of season 14 (though it was filmed after “A Long Time Coming”), episode 311 overall.

[blissfullyapillow]

Rejoice! For yours truly has arrived! >:D

I request for another matchup, because I can’t get enough of them <3 Also because last night, I dreamt about Lyney…? So I’m craving for a angsty story with a happy ending 😅

Anyways, I realize that you chose the men based on my “will-absolutely-marry-them” list (AKA the list of Genshin and HSR males I have a huge crush on), and I’d like to say that you’re not obligated to use ONLY the ones on the list. I’ll be happy with whatever ones you think suit me best 💕

Of course, you have the freedom to do whatever you like, so if you still want to choose them only by the list, that’s up to you!

Sincerely,

~Somewhat-a-tsundere-Anon~ 🫠

Notes: ONE OF MY FAVORITE CUSTOMERS!! Lol welcome back Somewhat-a-tsundere-Anon!! I’ll be honest it’s been a coincidence that you’ve been match with your favs! Yes I did take it into consideration but when picking who I’d match you with I really only chose based on personality only and not whether you may or may not be head over heels with them if that makes sense haha. I’m glad it’s turned out that way though! :> I hope you enjoy this one as much the others <3

Masterlist

⛓ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪. 🗡 

I match you with: Wriothesley

Credits: ryuciii on pinterest

⛓ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪. 🗡 

He’s your outwardly intimidating boyfriend who's secretly the biggest softie in the world (although it’s kinda obvious to everyone except him). 

He’d find you absolutely adorable, almost worth coddling in a way; for instance, your dislike for spiders, snakes, and wasps never fails to warm his heart in a weird way. Honestly, he likes it when you come to him to kill something for you.

A BIG softie. He’s big on flirting too, never wasting an opportunity to tease with something sweet and/or suggestive. If there’s an alarm going off in the Fortress of Meropide and it’s something minor he knows the others can handle, he’ll literally stay with you and cover your ears for you to block out the noise. 

Otherwise, he’ll waste no time pressing a kiss to your cheek before he’s running out to take care of business; all so the alarm will be turned off sooner and you can rest easy. 

He is your BIGGEST hype man when you’re being overly confident. Even if you’re in the wrong, he will back you up and defend you with no hesitation.

Avid supporter of any shenanigans you find yourself in, willing to go along with them and cause a bit of mischief. On a rare day he may scold you and hold you in his office lest you cause others trouble, but more often than not he’s accompanying you.

A huge fan of physical touch, but will only indulge in what you’re comfortable with. If you let him, he’ll happily sit at his desk with you in his lap as he works the hours away whilst you do your own thing. 

He may purposefully phrase something in a confusing manner, chuckling when you’re wandering around clearly confused. You STILL don’t know the layout of the Fortress of Meriopide and Wriothesley finds it very endearing. 

He will not hesitate to beat someone up or even kill someone for you. Depending on your morals and how bad the offense was the perpetrator may be suspiciously missing from the fortress the following day; spoiler alert: no one cares that they’re gone.

Wriothesley will do grand gestures for you during special holidays since he knows you can be a bit of a romantic. Even if you object he’ll still find a way to shower you with love and praise on that special day; don’t be mistaken, he does that everyday, but on special days he’ll amp his efforts tenfold. 

Que memories of cheesy valentine’s day with a huge bouquet of roses Wriothesley prepared himself, with heartfelt letters and fancy dinners. If you really don’t like that, he is happy to spend a more casual day with you but he will definitely have something up his rolled up sleeves for later. 

If you tease him by yanking or playing with his tie, he will be putty in your hands. You can tell him to commit a crime and he’d do it for you. “I’m already in the Fortress of Meropide anyway. What are they going to do? Kick me out?” You had to scold him for that comment. 

There was a time where he was nervous you’d leave him, when you learned of his past, but when you not only reassured him, but held him close to you after he confined in you…; let’s just in that moment he knew you were the only one for him. 

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ ˚୨୧ ⋆ ｡

“Sweetheart, why are you so far away?” Wriothesley is pouting because you’re on the other side of the room, hyperfocused on the task at hand. You ignore him as you put your best effort forth to finish before he walks over to you; you know the moment he has you in his arms you’ll be unable to focus.

Wriothesley picks up on it, of course he does, but he blatantly ignores it as he makes his way over to you. You’re working fast now, determined to get this done. You miraculously finish your task right as Wriothesley plops himself behind you, drawing your back firmly against his chest.

You swear he purrs as he buries his head into your shoulder, nuzzling you. You can only sigh in faux exasperation as you finally allow yourself to relax, melting into his touch.

“I missed you.” Wriothesley murmurs. “I was in the same room with you the whole day.” You laugh as you dismiss his sentiment, but he only grunts, ignoring you. 

“You big baby.” “Only yours.” His words cause your face to warm and a soft giggle to escape you, and the sound brings a smile to his face.

“Can we spend the rest of the day like this?” His question doesn’t even seem like a question to you; he already knows the answer. When you lean into him further, placing your hands on top of his, he knows his assumption was correct. 

Dedicated to,

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ somewhat a tsundere anon ⁺˚⋆｡

[garethbradbury]

The day his heat started, Gareth had been tempted to do a repeat of the previous year and tie Finn to his bed for a few hours. Leave the familiar there alone and have him all worked up by the time that the aswang came back to the suite, but it seemed this week was going to be a bad one. He'd woken up feeling like he was on fire and Gareth's usual possessive side when it came to all of his slaves seemed to be pretty amped up. Gareth had managed to sate some of his heat and the accompanying frustration with Bradley as soon as he'd woken up, but he didn't want to wear the fae out so early into the week. So after a couple of rounds and hearing Finn stirring in the other room, Gareth had slipped out of bed and made his way quickly into the familiar's bedroom.

He reached the bed in just a couple of steps, a low huff escaping the aswang as he climbed onto the bed. Gareth hovered over Finn, staring intently at his slave before he leaned down to kiss him. The aswang pulled away seconds later, not giving Finn much time to respond to it before he growled. "Tell me how much you need me."

@familiar-finn

[boydykedoctor]

real talk i love that they devoted a whole set of scenes to robin being uncomfortable in frilly 80s womens clothing bc it forced the costume department to go full suit-and-tie/shapeless jacket dyke with her wardrobe the rest of the season to amp up the difference

[ao3feed-jjk]

PERSIMMON &amp; INK

by 2kmps You're a tattoo artist hidden amidst the bustle of Shinjuku City and renown with tourists. Due to a misstep of your shady employee, you're visited one night at closing by an eerily beautiful man in a disheveled suit and no tie requesting an intricate back piece done traditionally. The undertaking slowly begins to unthread your life piece-by-piece the closer you get to him until there is no way out. Yakuza!Getō Suguru x Tattoo Artist!Reader Words: 12968, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Kenjaku | Fake Getou Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Reader, Original Characters Relationships: Getou Suguru/Reader, Getou Suguru/You Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Yakuza, Gun Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Major Character Injury, Graphic Description, Blood and Violence, Smoking, Gaslighting, Emotional Manipulation, Cult Leader Getou Suguru, Power Imbalance, Character Death, Drama & Romance, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Alternate Universe via https://ift.tt/LMWEFkC

[eva-knits12]

Easter With The Drysdales

Trigger Warning: Ransom Drysdale, Easter, twins, fluff

Summary: You, Ransom and the twins celebrate Easter with Harlan Thrombey.

(Sorry that this is two months late! I lost my writing mojo for a while.)

Ransom is in his nice dress pants, and sweater. He finishes getting Katherine dressed. Katherine is in white tights, patent leather Mary Janes that are infant sized, and she's wearing a nice, lavender Easter dress with a matching long sleeved cardigan

Harlan is wearing a nice, grey suit with a nice light grey button down and a matching lavender tie to match Katherine's outfit. Ransom did a good job of dressing the twins in their Easter clothes, and they're only six weeks old.

You have on a pair of khakis and a nice, light green sweater. You're going up to Harlan's estate for Easter dinner, and Marta and Lois will have ham and potatoes and veggies prepared. There will also be vanilla cake with ice cream for dessert. You're going through the diaper bag, making sure that there are plenty of diapers, wipes, plastic grocery bags, bottles full of your pumped milk, toys, books, and burp rags.

Ransom has the wheelchair loaded in the car, along with the custom made double stroller. The double stroller has a special attachment to it that straps to your feet, and then allows you to push yourself and the twins. Ransom ordered this online for you, and you love it. Now, you can take the twins for your version of walks.

Marta and Lois have gotten a spread ready. The ham and the turkey is in the oven, along with cheesy potatoes, mashed potatoes, the seven layer salad, and some mixed veggies.

(My mom used to make seven layer salad, but it would always be gone by the time I would get to it.)

They have the charcuterie board ready, the bottles of water ready, and the coffee is ready to go. They even set up some cribs and some changing tables for Harlan and Katherine, so that they could sleep, and you or Ransom could change them when they needed it.

Eventually, you and Ransom arrive. Harlan is dressed in black dress pants, a white button down, and a light blue cardigan. Ransom rings the doorbell, and you and the twins are still asleep. You wake up when you realize that you're now at Harlan's. The twins are still out.

Ransom has put the diaper bag on your wheel chair, and he carries you out of the car, bridal style, and into the house. Harlan places you on the sofa, and Harlan and you talk. Ransom comes back with the twins, still sleeping in their car seats.

The twins are six weeks old, and they can already follow you or Ransom with their eyes. The can also lift their head a bit, and they do that during tummy time. Ransom read and you read that six-week old infants are also interested in their hands, so you and him bought some grabbers to encourage the twins to grab, and use their hands.

"AW! Look how big they've gotten!" says Harlan.

"AW!" says Marta and Lois.

The twins are sleeping, but they manage to crack a small smile whenever you're near, or Ransom is near. You're near, so they manage to crack a smile. They're still really small babies. Plus, it would be a while before you and Ransom gave them a bottle.

"Hi, Marta. Hi, Lois," you greet Marta.

"Hi, Louise. The twins are getting so big, and they're getting even cuter," says Marta.

"AW! Look at their smiles!" says Lois.

"Are you two happy?" I say.

The twins smile more. Ransom enters the room, and they smile more.

Eventually, the twins cry, and you realize that they are hungry. Ransom pulls out two bottles, two burp rags, and Ransom lifts Katherine, and holds her in the crook of his arm, and bottle feeds her. You lift Harlan, hold him in the crook of your arm, and bottle feed him.

"There you go, Harlan. One nice, fresh bottle of mommy's special milk," you say.

"Wow, Katherine, you must be really hungry," says Ransom.

The twins were spacing out their feedings to about every three hours, and were sleeping more. You and Ransom burp the twins, and Harlan and Katherine spit up. Luckily, it was contained on the burp rag.

Harlan and Katherine fall asleep again, and that was good. It was time for their afternoon nap, so Harlan and Ransom go up, and put Harlan and Ransom in the cribs. Ransom prepares some diapers, wipes, and plastic grocery bags ready to go when they need a change.

After you and Ransom feed and burp the twins, you put them back to sleep. Your lunch is served, and then dinner is served after the Easter Egg hunt that Harlan hosts. You and the twins are napping, and Ransom comes in to check on you before the hunt. He managed to put together a mother's basket for you that includes spa stuff, and a basket for each of the twins that have onesies with bunnies and eggs on them. You even get chocolate. You made one for Ransom, and included his favorite body wash and his favorite cologne and after shave.

"Oh, sweetheart, I love it!" says Ransom. His family never cared about a holiday, maybe because everyone was so busy fighting, and his parents were to self-absorbed to even care. The help often gave him an Easter basket, even then, it was just mostly full of candy. You even included Ransom's favorite Biscoff cookies.

Your family back in Detroit even sent Ransom an Easter basket, and they even sent one for each of the twins, full of pacifiers, onesies, a stuffed bunny. and some books.

Dinner is served, and you give Harlan a basket that was put together by you and Ransom and the twins. It includes candy, chocolate, and some pics of the Harlan and Katherine. One is a family photo that was taken a while ago. Another includes photos of when Harlan met the twins, and Harlan holding each of the twins.

You and Ransom spend the night, and leave in the morning. It was an amazing Easter. You can't wait for next year, when the twins will be older, walking, and can do the Easter Egg Hunt. The Easter Egg Hunt is a fundraiser that is run by the Thrombey Foundation. The eggs can have chocolate, candy, money, and even scholarships. Every year, rich parents pay for a spot just so their kids can get a few Easter Eggs.

It was an amazing day for not only you and Ransom, but also for Harlan and Katherine.

[maximuswolf]

Dead Phones &amp; Dogs - Bones in a Suit &amp; Tie [Official Music Video]

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[lanaturalezadelalma]

Casquette Tie dye LNDA&V1KCOEUR illuminatiEND

Salut toi ;)

Si tu es là, tu es petit(e) curieux(se).. ou tu es V1KCOEUR !

T’es pas au courant peut-être ? 🕶💞

Avec les casquettes & t-shirts que je viens de créer on est ok pour se promener & éveiller autour de nous ! Va falloir assumer.

J’ai fait ça sur Printful, au moins on a de la qualité & c’est plus facile pour moi vu qu’ils sont en connexion avec SquareSpace ! Mais niveau vol ils sont super, c’est tout pour eux :)

C’est temporaire pour essayer & par la suite je vais trouver des t-shirts simples & cool quand même à moins de 15 ;)

Mickaël

#illuminatiEnd @V1KCOEUR

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[denimbex1986]

'Andrew Scott's suits can do a lot. Whether its all-white two-pieces from Valentino or sexy tie-front shirts from Lanvin, the Irish actor loves to experiment – but it still always looks kinda classic and wearable. And at the Los Angeles premiere for Ripley yesterday, he doubled-down on this with a very nice green suit by an independent label that, frankly, we want you to know about.

Founded in 2017 by husband and wife duo Gerardo Cavaliere and Margherita Cardelli, Giuliva Heritage is all about honouring traditional Neapolitan tailoring (which, historically, is one of the big tailoring capitals). But to amp it up a little, the label likes to add a bit of Mediterranean rizz. Its designs are all nice and clean, but they're also fitted with a lot of sick details throughout like rounder-than-usual shoulders and big, neat pockets – both of which played a leading role in Scott's double-breasted fit.

But it was the lapels that really made everything bang. As the key part of the suit (called ‘the David’ on the Giuliva Heritage site, by the way), it's put your usual shawl collar but on a strong course of steroids. Where Giorgio Armani likes to go elegant and long, and Zegna likes to fang out with some angular peak lapels, this suit has supersized the lapels. And it works.

Because, ultimately, this is an easy in to the age of red carpet weird. The fits are enormous. The designers are getting left-field. But by taking something recognisable and classic – the shawl collar – and amping it up, here's a cheat code. You can do traditional and punchy at the same time. A madness!

Elsewhere, Scott jumped into some matching trousers and a pair of black leather loafers, complete with tassels and brogue detailing. And he finished off the fit by ditching the old school dress shirt and going for an all-white vest instead (another new way to red carpet). It's serious enough for a big Hollywood premiere, without being overly serious.

And there's good news: the Giuliva Heritage The David is available now. Like Andrew Scott, your big lapel bulking season starts now.'