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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:5
Welcome cuties to the fifth instalment of Sugar Mommies. I hope it was worth the wait! <3 I - just like Carol - am frantically trying to find a way to bring Natasha and Wanda home. Please bare with and if the certain nonnie who is pestering me about it, could kindly stop, that would be ace.
Enjoy lovies!
Xoxo
Livvy
Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact
You can’t stop yourself from checking your cell after roughly one minute and twenty five seconds.
Taking it back from your pocket between two fingers as if it was covered in something disgusting.
You swipe away the unwanted messages as you excitedly look at the current unread message from your Wanda.
Your safe space.
One of your safe people.
Your woman in shining armour.
Wands (17:43): Natty and Carol are talking about work, boring or what? :(
The smile forming on your face looks goofy but you do not care.
At all.
Y/N (17:43): I knowww!
You glance over at Carol, where she’s still talking on the phone to Natasha; power radiating off her.
Y/N (17:43): They took over before I could get a chance to talk to you, Wands :(
You watch the three dots dance as Wanda types her reply.
Wands (17:44): I know, how mean of them! I’d call you now but I need to be on standby in case I’m needed for boring work related duties. I miss you kitten <3
Y/N (17:44): That sucks. At least we’re talking now, kinda. I miss you more :(
Wands (17:45): You better not be sad, my love! I can’t cheer you up from here!
Wands (17:45): Oh wait, yes I can! Watch this!💕
It takes Wanda a full minute - and yes, you timed her - to send a cute gif of two cats cuddling.
Wands (17:46): Tada! How cute is that?? 🥺
Y/N (17:46): Did you just learn how to do that…? I’m shocked you even know what a gif is!😂
Wands (17:46): No…what? I’m not that old, kitten!
You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laugh.
Y/N (17:47): Sure you’re not…grandma.
Wands (17:47): Excuse me? Grandma? Have you forgotten your place since we’ve been away, kitten?
Y/N (17:48): Nope. I just felt like trying a new nickname, not a fan?
Wands (17:49): Would a grandma be able to do this?
Two minutes later and Wanda eventually sends her chosen gif over to you and you can’t help but bark out in laughter; hastily covering your mouth.
It’s a gif of hand wrapping around someone’s neck.
Wands (17:50): Something I am itching to do to you.
Wands (17:50): Or this.
Another gif comes through and this time it’s of an ass being smacked.
When the next one shows up on your phone, you purse your lips and stare straight ahead; refusing to let yourself blush too much.
It’s a gif of a woman being collared.
Wands (17:52): I can keep them coming, Y/N. Trust me.
You cast a sidelong glance at an old lady next to you; just in case she happens to be peering over your shoulder.
But she isn’t even bothered by you.
No, she’s far too engrossed in her novel.
“50 Shades -” You snort and cover your face with your hands.
You could not make this stuff up.
Another gif comes through and you end up calling Wanda without fully thinking.
She picks up on the second ring.
“What a pleasant surprise.” She says. “Even if I did tell you I can’t call, baby girl. Are we struggling to understand basic information?”
“I - I, I don’t know why I called…” You stammer.
“Don’t go shy on me now, kitten. Tell mommy why you called her. Go on.” Wanda replies, “quickly now.”
“Erm,” You clear your throat. “I called you to ask you to stop sending the gifs…”
“And why is that, baby?” Wanda asks, highly amused. “Are you getting all flustered?”
“So what if I am?”
“You’re getting defensive too.” Wanda replies. “Aw sweet little baby; is mommy making you all flustered?”
“I - no. Shut up.”
“Did you just tell me to shut up?”
Wanda’s tone changes and you immediately know your mistake.
It’s like you can pinpoint exactly when all the blood drains from your face.
“I -”
“ - because I know for a fact, good girls don’t tell their doms to shut up.”
“But - ”
“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you, kitten?”
You’re silent for a good ten seconds.
Words and your brain are just utterly failing you.
Wanda loves it.
She waits patiently for you to catch up.
“I - w…well. Yeah.” You manage to squeak out.
“I’ve not had the chance to play Dom since leaving you, kitten.” Wanda sighs. “Now I’ve got you one on one, I can. I’ve missed it. Almost as much as I’ve missed you, little one.”
You nervously glance at Carol, who just happens to glance at you at the same time. She offers you a wink.
You mentally curse your cheeks for blushing crimson.
Carol will for sure know something is up.
“Where did you go, my gorgeous girl? Come back to mommy.”
“I’m here.” You mutter, “I’m here.”
“Are you okay?” Wanda asks.
“Yes…”
“Hi, baby.” Carol smiles, appearing out of thin air.
She places your drinks on the table.
“Oooh,” You hear Wanda say on the phone. “That’s why you’re distracted. Captain is with you again, isn’t she?”
“Maybe.” You reply, thanking Carol when she slides your drink over to you.
“Is that Wanda?” She asks.
You nod, blowing on your coffee.
Carol takes your phone from you and holds it to her ear.
“Shouldn’t you be working, kitten?”
“...hi Carol…”
“Hi, bunny.” Carol replies, “shouldn’t you be working?”
“I am working…”
“No, little liar. You’re talking to our baby girl.”
Wanda sighs.
“Go and do some work, cheeky thing.” Carol says. “We will talk to you later, okay?”
“But I miss Y/N.”
“Don’t you miss me?”
“Not as much as I miss my detka.”
“Go and do some work, brat. We will speak to you later”
Carol ends the call and wordlessly hands you back your phone, rolling her eyes for good measure.
“Brats.” She smirks. “Constant pests in my life.”
You smile back, nudging her with your foot.
“Yes, Y/N? Something to add?” Carol asks. Her eyes are bright, playful.
“...just that I’m glad I’m not one.”
“Oh?” Carol sniggers, cocking her head to the side. “Is that so, kitten?”
“Mhmm,” You reply, biting into your chosen treat. Its filling oozes out of the pastry and spills onto your fingers.
The crumbly exterior tumbles onto the chipped white plate.
You expect Carol’s attention to switch to that.
To watch the chocolatey goo dribble down your fingers.
But she doesn’t.
No.
Her eyes are trained fully on you.
Completely invested in what you have to say.
You chew and swallow. “I’m an angel. What can I say?”
Carol laughs.
A solid, belly laugh.
“Oh honey,” she says, moving from her chair to sit next to you. “You might not be in the same league as Wanda when it comes to being a little brat; but you can’t deny that its there. I see the sparkle in your eye, small one.”
You watch her, mouth agape; and God, you want nothing more than to reply back with a witty remark.
“And baby girl, it’s there. I see it right now.”
One hand goes to rest on your knee, while her other arm drapes around your shoulders.
“Do it,” Carol baits, “go on. Be a brat. I dare you.”
Yup. That was a mistake.
The word dare triggers something in your brain.
And who are you to ever step down from a dare?
Your chocolate covered hand moves to Carol’s face, quicker than you thought you could move it, but she catches your wrist without so much as a blink.
The tip of your finger is mere inches from her cheek.
You could still do it.
Wiggle your hand out of her stupidly strong grasp…
“Only, if you do decide to be a brat, Y/N, just know, you won’t be cumming for an entire week. Do I make myself clear?”
It’s like she burnt you.
Your hand jerks free from her grasp and you hastily move it away.
“That's what I thought.”
“That’s…”
“That’s what, honey?” Carol asks you, handing you a moist hand wipe from her purse.
You take it gladly and wipe your sticky hands clean.
“Nothing…” You reply, scrubbing at a stubborn patch on your index finger. “Forget I said anything.”
“Clever girl.” Carol says, grabbing her drink and taking a much needed sip.
She glances at you as you pick up your own drink. “Otherwise I’d have had to teach you a lesson right here in this cafe.”
Carol can’t help but chuckle at your response; the small jerk as you register her words. Your startled “Oh!” as some of the liquid sloshes over one side of your cup and onto your lap.
“Careful there, baby.”
Carol takes a spare napkin from the table and presses it down onto the wet patch on your thigh.
“T-thanks…”
“Spill anymore and it’ll look like you’ve wet yourself…or let me have my way with you.”
Your eyes snap up to hers in time to catch the wink.
“Don’t worry, baby.” Carol says, removing her hand from your thigh.
It mercifully lets your brain restart and you let out a slightly shaky breath.
“Tease.”
“Oh? And here’s me thinking you liked my teasing…” Her lips press onto your cheek. “But I’ll stop. I think the barista can see your blushing cheeks from all the way at the till.”
You nudge Carol with your shoulder, glaring up at her.
“Have you finished?”
“For now.” She says. “Come on, eat your snack baby. And drink up before it gets cold.”
You both sit in silence for a few minutes after that.
You, nibbling away while Carol sits with one arm behind you; fingers twirling your hair.
She looks content. Happy. Relaxed.
But on the inside, her brain is working through a hundred different problems.
Trying to remember dates and employees names; and whether she emailed specific people back.
But for you, she’s keeping her composure.
Determined to keep it together, just for you.
“When we get home, love, I might have to disappear for a little bit. Do some work to try to help ease Natasha and Wanda’s load. Is that okay?”
“Of course.” You reply. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m a fast typer. Or I can make phone calls for you?”
At that, Carol smiles, pulling you somehow closer to her side.
“My lovely, sweet girl. Thank you. But I’ll be okay. I need to concentrate. If you’re there trying to help, I’d just get distracted…”
You try to fight back a smile.
“I could make us dinner then?”
“Much better, my little chef. I might have the perfect outfit for you to wear too, whilst you cook.”
“Is that so?” You shift in your seat so you’re facing Carol.
“Mhm,” she replies. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes dirty whilst you create a mess in the kitchen.”
“I can’t wait to see this outfit then…”
You’re leaning forward, hands cupping both of Carol’s cheeks, when you hear MJ’s voice.
“Y/N!”
The two of you groan and pull apart, just in time to watch as MJ shimmies through a small gap between two chairs.
“Y/N! Why don’t you answer your phone anymore?”
“Sorta got into the habit of ignoring you when I’m occupied…” You mumble. “Why is it always you?”
“Don’t you have other friends to pester, MJ?” Carol mutters, earning an elbow jab to her ribs.
“Y/N, please, you’ve gotta come; it’s an emergency!”
You sit up straighter in your seat.
“What?”
Every disastrous scenario you can think of flickers through your head.
“What’s happened?
“Just come on, Y/N. Please!”
“But I don’t -”
“Now! I don’t have time to explain.” MJ inspects your barely touched drink. “I’ll buy you another one later. And two cookies if you just get up and move. I’m ageing here, babe; come on.”
“Probably because you’re being elusive as fuck right now, MJ.” Carol mutters, checking her nails.
“I don’t have time for your snark, Danvers; come on Y/N! Please!”
“Right, right, okay, let me grab my stuff.”
MJ yanks you up.
Nearly tearing your arm out of your socket as she does so.
How she doesn’t knock the table over as you’re dragged to your feet is beyond you.
“It’s an emergency, quick, come on!”
“It’ll be more of a fucking emergency if you dislocate my shoulder, MJ!”
Carol sighs and stands up; only to be glared at by MJ.
“Not you! Best friends only.”
You can only cast a I’m sorry glance back at Carol before you’re towed away.
“Call me when you’re done, hon!” Carol shouts after you, smiling as you try your hardest to not fall over your own two feet.
Once outside, MJ doesn’t stop towing you.
She doesn’t even check if you’re behind her. She just marches on, switching to a run, assuming the hand she has a grip on is still attached to your body.
When you eventually do go down, MJ finally decides her rapid pace is a little excessive and allows you to walk by her side; even if it is still a rather quick walk.
“Gonna tell me - ah cramp, cramp!” You fall into MJ’s side, clutching your side. “Fuck, I’m so unfit, ow!”
“How are you like this when you have three women who fuck you, Y/N?”
“I -” You slap her arm, “MJ!”
“What? It’s true!”
“Slow down, please, I’m gonna pass out.”
“You have got to work on your stamina, love.”
“Where are we going, MJ?”
“Round the corner, Peter should still be there.”
“What the fuck are you talking a…bout…”
You stand there, dumbfounded, at the sight of Peter holding a small golden retriever in his arms.
“Hi, Y/N!”
“That’s a dog…”
“It’s actually a puppy…” Peter replies, taking a small step towards MJ when you glare at him.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I can see that. Why are you holding a puppy? What’s going on?”
“We found him on our way to get a coffee. I’m in love, Y/N. I’m keeping him. Meet Spider-pup!”
#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#carol danvers#reader insert#sugar mommies#natasha x wanda x carol x reader#spiderbites#sugar mommies season 2#no minors#18+ only
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I know this is like a week late, but what would the trio do for valentines Day?
Valentines Ask? For our lovely Trio! and their baby girl? Coming right up!
1218 words. I do not do things in small measures😂
Enjoy loves! <3
You had been woken by kisses and breakfast in bed. Your favourite foods and go to morning drink (as well as a glass of water) had been set out delicately on a lap tray with a single red rose in a cute vase. The four of you then tuck in and eat while talking about sweet nothings, as well as you trying your best to get them all to tell you what they have planned. Of course, they don’t. Once breakfast is finished - as well as your water, Natasha was adamant on you finishing that - you’re coaxed out of bed and into the wardrobe by Wanda. A lot of neck kisses and a couple of ass gropes later, you’re dressed and released to go finish off in the bathroom.
They take you ice skating. An excuse to hold you close? You’re about 90% sure; especially as you spend the majority of your time on the ice clinging to one of the trio with a vice grip - you may or may not have even made Natasha grimace when your nails dug into her palm - but do you let that slow you down? No. And neither do your ladies. Even if they’re wearing your nail indents on their skin. You eventually feel confident enough to break away from your stable girlfriends and try skating off on your own (you ignore the fact you know you resemble Bambi on ice) and make it around the entire rink without falling on your ass once. You let out an excited squeal before a rogue child appears out of nowhere and takes you both crashing down. Yeah, after that, you’re done with ice skating. For a while.
The next activity, much to your relief, is on solid ground; or rather, the back of a car. This is where you meet Jim, the trio’s! driver as he greets you with a smile and opens the door to a black Rolls-Royce (because why not?). You all climb into the car and your question on where you’re going gets ignored. Instead, Natasha opens a bottle of champagne and tuts at you for being such a nosey little girl. Ten minutes into the drive, you’re already halfway through your drink in its crystal flute (could they be any more fancier?) and Wanda’s hands are getting very cosy on your body. You blink, and Natasha is on her knees between your legs and Carol tells Jim that you all would like some privacy. Much to your relief as your eyes are seconds away from boring holes into the GPS screen and you’re sure your cheeks could give someone 3rd degree burns. The second the partition is up, you’re torn to shreds. The three women reduce you to jelly in no time. Carol whispers into your ear, “Careful kitten, we don’t want Jim to hear what we’re doing back here, do we?” after you let out a loud and long moan when Natasha stuffs your needy hole with three of her fingers. By the time you arrive at your unknown location, you’re breathing deeply as if you’ve been starved from oxygen (which, with Wanda’s fixation of giving you hand necklaces when you’re being mercilessly pounded into, is a high possibility). You’re given fresh clothes to change into - because obviously that’s something your trio! thought about - and escorted out of the car to an empty barn. What you’re met with makes you gasp: candles are dotted all over the ground, encased in glass jars, and in the centre of the barn is a large red chequered picnic blanket adorned with cushions and pillows and fluffy throws to keep you all cosy. In a cooler there’s champagne and wine and you’re guessing snacks too. And water. It’s perfect. Like from a scene in a movie. You get teary, you won’t lie.
The four of you watch your favourite romantic comedy, settling in under the blankets with fresh drinks in your hand. You all but swoon when Carol pulls out chocolate covered strawberries. It’s such a picturesque moment and you never want it to end. But unfortunately, like the champagne and snacks; the film finishes. Only, the trio have more plans. Of course they do. You’re stripped bare and within mere minutes they have your eyes rolling back in your head and your hands grasping onto whatever they can find. You hear the familiar humming on a vibrator once you’ve regained some composure and try to shut your legs with a whimper. Wanda nips your inner thigh, a silent warning while Carol situates herself on your face. “Let’s see if you can make Carol cum before you can.” Natasha says, placing the tip of the vibrator on your very sensitive clit, smirking and letting out a pout when your body jerks. “Oopsie, set that onto high. My mistake.” You’re too busy focusing on licking at everything Carol has to offer you and trying to hold off your impending orgasm to fully understand whatever it was Natasha said. God, you hope it wasn’t an order. You missed it completely. Two fingers slowly enter you and you whine loudly, causing Carol to let out a loud groan from over you. Her hands nearly tear out your hair while your own hands grasp her arse for dear life. Natasha says something else and you only catch the last of her words, “…make me cum baby…”
Much to your relief, Carol finishes before you. She leaks around your mouth despite you swallowing most of it; what you can’t catch dribbling down your chin and onto your neck. She whines loudly, nails scraping against your skull and she pulls your face so close into her, breathing isn’t an option for a second. Carol climbs off your face and kisses you, shoving her tongue into your mouth. “You can cum, baby. Go on.” You and Natasha finish in unison; your moans echoing loudly from the walls. Your release squirts out little over Natasha’s hand and your body violently trembles. You inhale a bottle of water whilst nestled into Carol while Natasha devours Wanda in front of you.
On the drive back into the city, Natasha tells you all that you missed your reservations at a fancy restaurant and whilst you’re a little gutted, you tell them that you would much prefer a couple of greasy burgers and a shake. So you do. Your millionaire girlfriends drive you through a Drive-Thru in their Rolls-Royce. The whole thing is ridiculous but you love it. The four of you - and Jim - feast on the fast food until you’re sure your stomachs are going to explode.
To end your day, you take a stroll through the park until you end up in the cafe where you had your first date. You try to order a coffee but end up with a decaf coffee instead. When you try to argue, you’re met with three stern faces and quickly back down.
When you’re back at your - because you had forgotten to get something - you lead your women into your bedroom and present them with a card and a small gift each. They take it in turn to kiss you and open what you got them.
How do they thank you? With one last, very intense, orgasm.
By far, the best Valentine’s Day to date.
#valentines day drabble#sugar mommies#carol danvers#reader insert#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff#natasha x wanda x carol x reader#carol danvers x reader#spiderbites#wanda maximoff x reader#sugar mommies!asks#natasha romanoff x reader#x reader#natasha x reader#wanda x reader#carol x reader#y/n#female reader#sugar mommies drabble#sugar mommies season 2#smu#no minors#sugar mommies drabbles
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mommy? sorry. mommy?
bonus:
#season 2 really said 'woe Mommy Issues be upon ye'#the bear#the bear fx#the bear s2#carmy berzatto#richie jerimovich#syd adamu#jeremy allen white#ayo edebiri#syd and tina's relationship also slaps (and stings) so much harder knowing about syd's mom#syd's getting her mother figure and im just so#sugar berzatto#ebon moss-bachrach#motherhood#jamie lee curtis#my posts
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Depending on how the rest of the season goes, I might be a fool. Or a genius. But I think Jillian/Isaiah could be a fun ship.
Platonic Craig & Jillian is so special to me so I think Isaiah kind of disrupting that would be interesting.
Plus, I was see Isaiah give Jillian more of a chance. In S1 he was pretty dismissive of her, but I think he would've appreciated the scene in this season where she fights the guys who stole her car as much as I did.
Also think the wink he gave her was cute and not completely insincere.
When Craig is fired and it's just Jillian at the farm, and they're calling, and Craigs like "oh working for Isaiah must suck" and Jillian says "it's whatever he isn't actually around much" that peaked my interest. I'm very excited to see Craig back on the farm and see the three of them have more scenes together as a group.
#killing it#isaiah foster#craig foster#jillian glopp#killing it tv#killing it 2022#killing it peacock#killing it s2#killing it season 2#killing it season two#still rooting for jillian to acquire (become?) a sugar mommy but exploring my options
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a body of impulses
chapter 2: feeling like unraveling
lukas matsson x f!roy! reader (succession)
★ chapter 1 ★ | ★chapter 3★
wc: 9.0k+
warnings: super dysfunctional family, fluff first then angst, roman roy as his own warning, season 3 finale as its own warning, mentions of manipulation, drinking, smut, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, corruption kink (for real this time), dick pics, mention of phone sex, making out, dry humping/grinding, biting, pussyjobs, cum play/eating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), aftercare, no use of y/n
summary: Lukas is amazing. He's tender, he's deviant, he's everything for you. But you're still worried, your family has never seen a beautiful thing that they haven't wanted to break.
author's note: chapter 2 is here, thank you for all the love on chapter 1! i hope you love it as much as i loved writing it ♡ be warned that this is heavy on the plot of episodes 3.08 and 3.09, so if you haven't watched the full show you may get a bit lost. please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging if you enjoyed!
You have a tendency to get anxious when things are good for too long. A few weeks without a family fight, a month without a scandal, half a year without Kendall relapsing; nice things usually end in flames in your family. They make you superstitious, always looking around the corner for something to jump out and fuck everything up. So, when Lukas is good, you get scared. You expect some kind of backhand. A threat of blackmail, a tweet exposing your promiscuity, a package of anthrax at your door.
It never comes.
He calls you every night, your timezone, not his. Listens to you talk about your day and doesn’t press when you can’t give him details on the company. He loves to send you pictures, just of him doing the most mundane things. Lukas on a Zoom meeting, Lukas working out, Lukas eating dinner. Together, you fall into something almost domestic. It’s still a secret. You don’t open his messages in public, stay far away from any conversations about him at work that could lead a blush to your face. But when has anything in your life been completely honest?
He’s been begging for a while now to fly you out to Sweden. You know it’s a risk you shouldn’t take at the moment, but you entertain him anyway. When you ask why he wants to see you so badly, he says he misses you. Then he says he wants to fuck you on his desk.
That almost convinces you, and you’re about to start packing when a roadblock emerges. Your dad asks you to come with him and your siblings to Italy, for Caroline’s wedding. You hadn’t been planning on going, she wasn’t your mom and you didn’t have much of a relationship with her. In fact, you actually thought she secretly hated you, something to do with how quickly Logan married your mom after their divorce. Regardless, you didn’t want to go to the wedding. But when Logan Roy calls, you come. Always.
So the bags were repacked and you found yourself on a different private jet with your siblings, once again at the mercy of your family.
“She’s probably in sexual thrall to him. He’s driving her wild with his sugar dick.” Siobhan spoke matter of factly, completely oblivious to how absurd her words sounded. Still, it wasn’t the strangest conversation of hers you’d walked in on. “So there’s nothing we can do.”
Roman was perched across the aisle from Tom and Shiv, sitting oddly in his seat, running his hand through his hair while he spoke. “All right, fine. Let him kill her for her emeralds and… screw us out of the fucking firm. See if I care.”
“Mommy issues?” You spoke up, setting your bag down on a free seat before moving to lean over the back of Shiv’s chair, kneeling on the seat behind it.
“Always. I didn’t know you were coming?” Rome turns to address you, eyebrows coming together in question.
“Dad drafted me. I think he just wants to terrorize Caroline with my presence.”
“I think you torment her enough by just existing. She doesn’t get to be the perfect mother of Logan Roy’s prodigal children.” Shiv pitched in, finally acknowledging your presence with a little smile.
“I don’t think I’m even invited to all the events. He’s just gonna have me working on the GoJo deal the whole time.”
“Oh! About the deal, I was talking to Karl and Frank-” Tom is addressing Roman more than you, but still gives you the courtesy of eye contact before your brother cuts him off.
“Yeah, no, you’re not really a part of that. Either of you, actually.” Rome nods his head to the couple, a smirk on his face charged by his current power trip.
“Well, I am.” Shiv interjects, annoyed.
“Well, I can’t fire you yet Shiv, because I’m still a little bit scared of you. But, my thinking is, when I take over, I’m gonna put you in the office next to mine and you’re gonna be my sexy secretary.” You just shake your head at Roman’s comment while he turns to head back to his seat.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Siobhan is more irritated than really upset, going back to her phone as Roman leaves the conversation.
“I dunno. We’re working on it.” He taps the back on his legs in a rhythm before sitting down. “Ongoing process.”
You address Tom, seeing the confusion in his eyes that people tend to get when talking to your brother. “We’re just working on outlining terms. Honestly, Gerri would be better to ask for specifics. I don’t know how much Dad wants me to say.”
Tom just nods in thanks, which you return with a small smile before heading to your seat. You’re across the aisle from Roman, who’s already curled up and ready to nap on the flight. Taking out your phone, you see a new message from Lukas, covertly labeled in your phone with just an “L.” You turn the screen away from your company, making sure to not catch the reflection in the window as you open his text.
Stockholm is a 4 hour flight to Italy.
Is it? I’ll be in the air for at least 10 hours.
10 hours without talking to you?
I think you can manage it.
I don’t know about Italy. I can’t be held responsible for what I do when I’m in the same country as you.
It’s a risk.
Will there be a reward?
…I’ll text you when we land.
He sends a picture of himself doing a kissing face. You send a heart emoji in response, hiding your face with your hand to conceal your smile.
It turns out that you were invited to a few events of Lady Caroline’s wedding. Not the ceremony, of course, but at least you were allowed to attend the receptions leading up to it. You weren’t going to be cooped up in a hotel room all weekend, signing documents and having Facetime sex with your not-boyfriend. In fact, you ended up at one of these events just a little after your arrival, a garden party full of snobby aristocrats and expensive champagne. It’s too hot out for your liking, you're already sweating in your semi-formal sundress and downing your second glass of cold bubbly.
You end up with Shiv, partially blocked from the sun by the shadow of her hat, quietly snickering at her and Tom’s jokes about a clueless cousin Greg. It’s surprisingly calm for one of your family gatherings, no shouting or challenging or worse. The tranquility snaps like a twig with a ding on your phones.
“Uh- Matsson…” Shiv speaks first, the two of you pulling out your phones simultaneously, her angling her screen to share it with Tom. A message from Karolina leads you to Matsson’s twitter page, and his latest tweet. It’s a goofy gif of his face with a Snapchat filter on it, the text reading ‘Going to Macao, feeling lucky.” You’re half excited, half alarmed. You don’t really know if you should believe it at first but, against your better judgment, you hope it’s true. Hope he’s just an hour or two from you, the closest he’s been in weeks.
“What? Going to Macao? Feeling lucky?” Tom squints against the sun to see the Tweet before pulling out his own phone. “The fuck is that?”
“You get this thing from Karolina? It’s off the radar and now this? Is this- is it a move?” Gerri’s entrance is quick, followed closely behind by Roman. You open your mouth and close it again, not sure if your words will betray your duplicity.
“It, um, it could be…could be nothing, you know? Fucking social media fireworks!” Roman’s hand is threaded through his hair, the silver watch on his wrist glinting in the light.
“‘Going to Macao, feeling lucky.’” Gerri repeats the four words, she’s as flabbergasted as everyone in this little Waystar circle. Business has once again interfered with pleasure. “Is he trying to boost his price?”
“Is he just rocking the boat?” Shiv’s voice is unsure, wavering from her usual monotone state. “Or trying to blow up the deal? I mean, has he got good subscriber numbers coming in?”
“Maybe he’s just going to Macao and he’s feeling lucky.” Tom chimes in as Rome steps away from the group, phone pressed to his ear in a call you can’t fully hear.
“I mean, yeah… It’s not out of his archetype to post something like this.” You shrug, not sure what to contribute that hasn’t already been said.
Roman finishes his call, turning back to you to speak. “I don’t know, it’s like, his thing. He’s a- a trickster.”
“Okay. Well, sounds cool. Is he gonna, like, steal our watches and fucking saw the deal in half?” Shiv’s getting upset, you know she likes control and she’s too far removed from this deal to do anything about Matsson’s stunts.
“Maybe!”
“You’re supposed to be inside this Rome!”
“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. Mattson’s not stupid, he wouldn’t deliberty fuck this deal and announce it to the world on Twitter.” You’re trying to reason with your siblings, though it’s not really working. Roman mostly ignores you, Siobhan rolls her eyes. Atleast Gerri and Tom look somewhat appreciative for your input.
“I am inside, Leave it.”
You’re done with the dialogue, done with being the peacemaker and getting stepped over by your narcissistic siblings. You throw your hands up, phone held in one and the other in a flat palm to signify your retreat before you walk away from the cluster. You hear Greg say something behind you but don’t bother to answer him, instead moving to find a quiet place far away from your siblings.
You end up in a corner somewhere, mostly blocked by trees and bushes, a little cubby hole you hoped was private enough to not be listened in on. Your fingers nimbly click through the apps on your phone, pausing briefly before pressing the call button on Lukas’s contact. It rings once, twice. Then, an answer.
“When are you coming over? Should I send you a helicopter?”
“Macao?” Your voice is higher than normal, laced in shock and thrill.
“Closer than we’ve been in weeks.” The smile is apparent in his voice, he’s pleased with himself, you hate it. And love it.
“You’re fucking insane. I didn’t think you were serious!”
“Yeah, I am. I’ll send my jet over.”
“Oh my God, I still cannot believe you. I can’t- my family is on high alert after your little rogue Tweet.” You laugh, not really mad at him, just eager and amazed.
“Oh come on, that was nothing.”
“It was a play to keep them on guard and you know it.”
“Well, partially. It’s for the numbers too. And for your attention.”
“It’s so hard to be away from you when you do shit like this…”
“Oh yeah? You miss me?” It’s a taunt, he knows the truth even if you deny it. So, you’re honest.
“You know I do.”
“Mmm… I miss you too. Keep thinking about what I’ll do when I see you again.”
“Lukas… I’m in public…” You can’t help but glance around, be sure you’re alone when he starts talking like this. His plan is already so clear to you.
“So you don’t want me to tell you about all the ways I’ll fuck you?”
“... Don’t do this to me now.”
“It’ll be just us in this house. I’ll take you wherever I want to. You can scream as loud as you want, don’t have to be worried about someone hearing.” His voice drops, there’s a small rustling on the phone. His words shoot straight to your core, a sensation beginning to form there.
“I’m at a fucking wedding party and you’re getting me turned on. You’re evil.”
“You love it.” You pause a moment, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself before responding.
“I’ll call you tonight. Please be careful.”
He chuckles.“I will.”
When you hang up, your text thread with Lukas is immediately graced with a photo of his dick, hard and gripped tightly in his fist. It makes you inhale sharply, curse under your breath at the growing need between your thighs. You text him back, simply writing “Fuck you.” before clicking your phone off. It takes you a few minutes of breathing exercises, but you’re able to calm your desire and soothe the blush in your cheeks before returning to the party.
Nobody asks where you went, nobody even really cared that you were gone. You can blame it on Connor’s show of making a proposal, or Matsson’s antics occupying everyone’s minds, but this is how it always is with you. The good child. The innocent daughter. Forever right where she needs to be, never in anyone’s way, constantly willing to help. You disappear when you aren’t wanted, you emerge only when you’re useful. The perfect loyalist, somehow being turned to a deserter.
Lukas leaves Monaco before you can sneak away to see him. You know it’s for the better, but it’s still a disappointment. You resign to finish the family trip and visit Sweden as soon as you get home to New York, going along with the planned events, a false smile plastered on your face. It’s during Caroline’s bachelorette in Cortona when your plans change. You were nursing a glass of wine, silencing your discontent at the rooftop bar when Gerri approached you.
She dragged you around to speak with Roman, revealing that your Dad had once again put you on babysitting duty. Logan wanted Rome to go talk to Mattson at his house in Switzerland, and wanted you to keep him in line. He couldn’t trust Roman to not fuck the deal, but he didn’t want you to speak to Mattson alone. So, you were recruited to accompany Rome. Speak just enough to stop him from saying something stupid, but not enough to draw attention. It was a game you were good at, one you had been practicing since youth. You were loyal to a fault, and Logan always used it to his advantage.
Lukas is ecstatic when you tell him you’re coming. Less so when he learns Roman is accompanying you, but still thrilled. You ask him for discretion, first nicely and then sternly. You can’t afford to make your relationship, whatever it is, public. He knows this too, knows what your family would do if they found out, but can’t help teasing. It’s only a day after Logan’s request that you board a helicopter, headed to Lake Maggiore. Headed to Lukas.
Roman is oddly quiet on the flight, constantly on his phone or looking out the window, eyes blank. You know him well enough to see the anxiety clouding his mind, feel the nervous energy radiating off his body. You reach over to him and hold his hand. He looks annoyed. He doesn’t drop it. You squeeze his fingers gently, he returns the motion, lets you quietly comfort him until you land.
Lake Maggiore is beautiful, surrounded by the Alps and lush vegetation, villas and lake homes dotting the shores of the water. You move straight from the helicopter to a boat, which immediately takes off at high speeds, skating over the surface of the lake. The wind fucks up your hair, blows up the skirt of your sundress, almost makes you loose your sunglasses. When you finally dock, you quickly pull out your phone, using it as a mirror to fix your smudged makeup and windswept hair before your host arrives. Roman gives you a weird look, silently judging you for putting effort into your appearance. As if he doesn’t spend hours in front of the mirror every morning styling his hair to look perfectly imperfect.
When Lukas’s frame finally emerges from the hedges of his property, you have to bite your lower lip to hide your smile. He’s so himself, wearing sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, not bothering with real shoes, just a pair of casual slip-ons. It almost hurts to see him and not be able to immediately kiss him. Jesus, your inner monologue sounds like something from a cheesy rom-com. You feel so love-struck, it makes you crinkle your nose in embarrassment.
The boat is tied up to the dock now, Roman perched on the side trying to make it onto solid land. The waves rock the vehicle back and forth, knocking him off balance and ruining his attempt at disembarking.
“Do you want me to hold your hand?” Lukas has one hand in his pocket, the other reached out to Rome, close enough for him to grab. If he wanted to. “Come on, I’ll hold your hand.”
“Piss off.” Roman swats his hand away, finally moving off the boat with a small jump. You move, taking his place on the edge of the boat. It’s a bit unsteady, but you manage getting on to the dock in just a few seconds. You shoot a smug smile at Roman before following the two of them up some steps, away from the water and onto Lukas’s yard.
“It’s nice to see you again, man.” Roman speaks first, breaking the silence that had fallen over you three.
“Yeah, yeah. Long time.” Lukas has his usual posture, slightly hunched and lanky, with his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.
“This is an amazing place!” Rome looks around, you continue to follow him and Lukas through the lawn, letting them lead you as you observe.
“Yeah...”
“No?”
“I don’t know, it kind of freaks me out, to be honest.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“When I got it, I wanted everything to be perfect.” You climb a few steps, the group arriving at an outdoor pool area, lined with shrubs and facing the lake. “Now I’m sleeping on a camping mat until I get a deep dive on the best mattress in the world. It’s great- it’s great. I’m just not feeling great. I mean… I’m fine… Well, but, not really.”
You frown at his words. You want to reach out, hold his hand, touch his back, do something to comfort him. But it would be too obvious, too impulsive. Instead you nod sympathetically, catching his gaze for a moment.
“Maybe let’s leave the little feeley-feelings out of it. Cause I’m gonna give you nothing. Nothing!” Roman’s half joking. He hates emotions, tries to diffuse bad ones with humor, even if it feels inappropriate.
“Roman.” Your tone is a warning, pushing your sunglasses back on your head to give him a glare before turning to Lukas. “I get it. You want the best, but you don’t realize how boring perfection is when you always have it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Success.. It doesn’t interest me anymore. It’s too easy. It’s fucking… anyone can do it. Analysis plus capital plus execution. But failure… that’s a secret.” Lukas is looking at you like you’re the only person in the world when he speaks. Sometimes he thinks you can see into his soul, you somehow know him better than anyone. He takes his sunglasses off, using the collar of his shirt to hold them. His blue eyes look directly into yours.“What are you worst at?”
“Well… I… am never telling you any of my weaknesses. Ever. Never, ever, ever.” Roman breaks into the conversation again, disrupts the eye contact between you two. “And I won’t let her tell you any either. Stuff a sock in her mouth, a ball gag or something.”
“That’s smart.”
“I know, I am smart.”
“Cause I ream people. Juice em like oranges. I get way too into people, and they disappoint me.” He looks at Roman when he says that, but you can’t help but take his words as a warning. Things moved fast between you and Lukas, you’ve barely known him for a few weeks and were already opening your heart to him. Letting him into your mind, letting him rearrange the furniture there like he owns it. “Hey, I’m thinking of doing like a- quarterly up and outs at the company.”
“Oh, yeah. Firing people is like, 85% of why I get up in the morning.” Roman shrugs when he talks, moving to take his sunglasses off and hold them in his hand. “But, uh.. I do want to ask you about that tweet, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh the…” Lukas laughs, looks at you, back to Roman. He makes a face, sticking out his tongue to mimic the Snapchat filter on his tweet. “That one.”
“Yeah. Seriously, yes. You got like, big shit coming your way?” Rome uses his free hand to run his fingers through his hair.
“...Are you- are you asking me for material nonpublic information?” Lukas’s grin is lopsided, he’s testing the two of you, seeing how far you’re really going to go.
“Maybe. Were you trying to get your share price up by tweeting unverifiable information outside of normal disclosure channels?” You cut in, raising your eyebrows at him, tilting your head in a way a little too close to flirting. Roman smiles at that, watches you exercise your knowledge like a proud father.
Lukas’s voice is mocking, a fake sad cartoon tone coming over it. “No, you’re not allowed to do that.” He moves his hands to his eyes, pretending to wipe his tears. “So mean.”
“Do you want this deal? Are you into it… like, at all?” Roman asks next. You’ve moved a bit from your area at the pool, following Matsson as he slowly circles the water.
“Yeah, I am. I’m just a little Swedish, you know? I’m.. into equality.” He moves nonchalantly, like this deal isn’t as serious as it is. “I like getting into bed with people, but I also like to share it equally.”
“More of a merge than a takeover.” It isn’t a question, and it isn’t directed at Lukas. You turn to Roman as you say it, verbalizing what you both were thinking. Lukas just hums, doesn’t articulate a response. Even though you all know what it would be.
“Okay. We’re just… heading to Milan to lock things down with our Dad and the bankers. And the tweet- it just didn’t feel great. If you’re hoping to blow this whole thing up, just tell me, okay?” Roman’s anxiety is back, you can see it in the tense way he’s started to move, in the higher tone of his voice.
“I just want to get myself the best. Of everything.” Lukas looks at you when he says it, darts his tongue out to lick his bottom lip. Roman’s too lost in his own head to notice it, or notice the way your breath catches in your throat.
“Yeah, I fucking get that. Definlety.” Roman moves to pull out his phone, cursing under his breath when he reads a notification. “I uh- have to take a call really quickly. I’ll be in the boat, it shouldn’t take too long. Okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll give her a tour.” Lukas shrugs, sounding indifferent. Rome nods at him, then you, and quickly takes off towards the dock, already lifting the phone up to his ear as he walks.
You watch him leave, round the corner and leave your line of vision before turning to Lukas, face neutral save for a hint of a smile. He’s less composed than you, smiling broadly and staring into your eyes. He walks closer to you, wraps his arm around the small of your back.
“Wanna show me around?” You raise your eyebrows in question, slightly rocking back and forth on your feet. He sighs quietly, nods, and moves to extend an arm for you to hold.
“There’s really not much to see. Your average rich person house.” You hold his arm, walking with him into the villa as he speaks.
The interior is nice. Well, you’re sure it cost several million dollars to furnish, but that was the standard you were used to. It’s Italian inspired with a few modern elements. You take note of the high end appliances everywhere you go. A thousand dollar air purifier, a ten thousand dollar toilet, a hundred thousand dollar refrigerator. Lukas really did want the best for himself. The downstairs looks strangely perfect, like there wasn’t really anyone living there. Everything is clean and immaculate, no traces of human life. This trend continues into the upstairs, only stopping when he shows you the primary bedroom. His bedroom.
It’s simply decorated, a bed, desk, dresser. A large TV mounted on the wall across from his bed, nightstands, some artwork on the walls. There are a few large windows on the farthest side of the room, offering a view to the lake. Most things are black, or gray, with a few navy blue accents here and there. You had slipped off your shoes when walking around the house, now you let the fall to the floor from dangling on your finger. Stepping into the room, you walk until you round the bed, seeing a camping sleep matt rolled up and leaning on a wall. The sight brings a little smile to your face before you turn to Lukas’s desk, fingers grazing softly against the wood of it.
He has a Macbook laying on it, a pair of over-ear headphones sitting next to it. There’s a cup with a few pencils and pens, a box of tissues. It’s not much, but it’s something. Above his desk sit a few wall mounted bookshelves, made of the same wood. The books on them are mostly motivational, shit that he definitely hasn’t read. One thing does catch your eye though, an older coding textbook written in Swedish. It looks worn, the spine cracked and the pages wrinkled. Your fingers move to trace along the row of books, following them until the shelf ends and you meet the wall behind it.
“I like it. Very you.” You move your gaze back to Lukas, who’s been leaning in the doorway, watching you explore.
“Very me?”
“It’s exactly what I pictured.” You walk up to him as he steps inside, right at the foot of the bed, just a few inches apart. “Have you really been sleeping on a mat on the floor?”
“Yeah…” You wrap your hands around the back of his neck as his sentence trails off and he moves to grab your hips, closing the distance between you.
“Lukas, just sleep on the mattress. Your back is gonna get all fucked up.”
“Probably. I just- I don’t trust it. I want something I know is good, you know?” His reasoning makes you roll your eyes.
“It’s better than a camping mat.”
“Hey- that’s the best camping mat money can buy.”
Your hand moves to cup his face, bringing him to you and planting a light kiss on his mouth. He tries to deepen it, follows your face when you pull away, looks like a sad puppy when you deny him.
“So you haven’t used the mattress at all…?” You smirk, quirking your eyebrows teasingly.
“Not yet…” Lukas grins, his eyes traveling from yours to your lips. “Why? Do you wanna help me break it in?”
You don’t answer, just smile, roll your eyes playfully, and move away from him. You turn so your back is facing the bed, and with all the drama you can muster, flop down onto the mattress. It cushions your fall nicely, though you do get left a bit breathless and giggly. Your knees dangle off the side of the bed, feet almost grazing the ground as you kick your legs.
“It’s really not bad.” You don’t bother raising your head, just direct your words to him knowing he’ll hear. “Not the best, but definitely ‘trustworthy.’” Laughing when he sighs in response, you throw your arms up and stretch theatrically.
You feel a hand on your knee, spreading your thighs wider apart. He slots himself between your legs, moves his hand to your waist, and pulls you quickly to him. The bed is high enough that your hips meet each other roughly, a gasp escaping your mouth at the sudden pressure on your vulva. Lukas is already half hard, and making the most subtle movements to grind you perfectly against his cock.
“Lukas… Roman is just outside…” You’re already a bit breathless, still allowing him to rub against you as you speak. He leans close to you, tall frame bending at the waist to brush his lips against your ear, still keeping his hips flush to your as he moves.
“I guess we’ll have to be quick then.” He places a kiss to your jawline, starting a messy trail down your neck. Lukas pauses to nip the slope of your shoulder. “And you’ll have to be quiet.”
He lifts his head, eyes staring straight into yours, and waits for your response. Your lips are already parted, breath coming quick and cheeks flushed with desire. The lust clouds your judgment, as it always seems to do with Lukas. Impulse takes over and, with a hand threaded into his hair, you pull his mouth to yours roughly.
It’s rushed and powerful. All teeth and tongue, no time for being gentle, no time for romantics. You bite his lip, he groans into your open mouth. Your legs move around his hips, keeping his body close as he ruts against your clothed core. His movements started soft and teasing, but now he’s fully thrusting against you, rough and wanting. It feels hard and hot, has your eyes shutting and your mouth whimpering. You love being close to him like this, hearing his panting in your ear, his lips on your throat, his chest pressed to yours. But it’s not quite enough.
“Fuck Lukas, I need more.” He pulls his head from his attack on your throat, looks at you with a grin on his face.
“You need more?” You nod, a little frantically with a small hum. “Look at you, asking for things. Tell me what you want.”
You’re a bit hesitant, cheeks still red from the vulgarity of your situation. Your mouth opens and then closes again, biting your lower lip as you try to find the right words. His hand comes to your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks as he forces your eye contact with him.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I just want to feel you- really feel you.” Honestly, you don’t know exactly what you want. You’re so needy, you can feel how uncomfortably wet you’ve gotten and just need some kind of satisfaction. “You can fuck me.”
He shakes his head, still smiling. “No, not yet. I have plans for that, it’ll be special.” His words are a little shocking, but turn you on even more.
“Please Lukas. I need you.” Your voice is barely a whisper, laced with want. The motion of his hips has stopped and you feel yourself desperately grind yourself against him for some relief. His hands move to your hips to hold you in place, releasing the grip on your chin.
“I’m not taking your virginity in a quickie where I can’t even get you naked. And you need to be able to walk after this.” He moves and pushes your dress up, exposing the lower half of your body. “Here you’ll like this.”
Your panties are soaked. His gaze moves down and he notices, gives a small chuckle, runs a finger up your clothed slit. It makes you shudder and whine deeply in your throat as a response. Hooking a finger around both sides of your panties, he pulls the fabric off with one quick motion, dropping them to the floor when he’s finished. He moves from between your thighs briefly, causing you to instinctively shut your legs. Lukas pulls down his pants then, just enough to expose his cock, hard and leaking already.
He moves back, uses a hand to gently spread your legs as the other grips the base of his cock. He’s so close, his dick hovering just above your cunt. Your eyes go wide with anticipation, a light gasp escapes from your lips. Then, Lukas moves. His hips angle downwards and, using his hand to guide his cock, he gently rubs his length over your slit. The feeling is immediately intense. It’s wet and strong and burning, and when his tip touches your clit you swear your vision goes white. You really can’t help the moan that escapes you, it’s Lukas that caused it.
“Shhh… I know, I know. But you don’t want someone to hear.” He leans over you, presses a light kiss to your mouth and grabs one of your hands. Moving your hand over your mouth, he helps you press your palm to your lips, muffling the noises coming from your lips. You nod in response, keeping your hand there when he moves his away, gripping back on to your hips to hold you in place. “Don’t want everyone to know how I’m corrupting you.”
Another moan leaves your mouth at that, luckily much quieter due to your palm. Your free hand flys down, grips over his on your hip. He keeps moving, parting your lips and spreading wetness across your pussy, hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust. A curse leaves his throat when your back begins to arch, the white hot feeling in your cunt growing fast. You can almost feel the restraint leaving his body, feel the roll of his hips getting heavier, harsher. A tear rolls down your cheek, your eyes wet with the sheer strength of this new pleasure you’re experiencing.
“Fuck, you’re doing so good, so quiet for me.” Lukas’s accent is thicker now, his head tipping back in pleasure as he ruts against you with abandon, chasing his climax. “So fucking beautiful like this.”
That’s all it really takes for you to fall apart, cumming on his cock. Your orgasm hits in a wave, making your thighs shake and eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. You’re incredibly glad for the hand on your mouth as it muffles the high moan that leaves your lips. You don’t see him with your eyes shut, but the groans you hear let you know that Lukas is not far behind you. A few mascara stained tears run from your eyes when you open them again, your gaze being met with Lukas’s head tilted toward the ceiling, his mouth open in pleasure.
His cock moves from your cunt, positioning over your lower stomach. His hand moves, jerking himself roughly as he looks down to meet your eyes. Your hand moves from your mouth, and you sit up a bit as you reach for him, fingers coming to rest on his hip to keep him close to you. Another low curse falls from his mouth, and with a gravely groan he cums. White ropes shoot across your stomach, resting on your skin warmly. You whimper in sympathy, watching as he twitches and bucks against his hand recklessly.
Lukas’s chest rises and falls quickly, breath coming fast and deep as his orgasm washes over him. When his eyes reopen, he’s quick to pull you up to meet his mouth with a burning kiss. The kiss isn’t long, but when you pull away he rests his forehead against yours, eyes shut and breathing slowly returning to normal. You stay that way for a while, just close and quiet. A few moments pass, and when he moves to stand back up you take the time to dart your hand down and gather up some of the cum on your pelvis, licking it off your finger as you raise it to your mouth.
He quietly laughs, blissed out and smiley. “You love that, don’t you?”
“Mhm. I don’t know- ‘just makes me feel close to you.” He kisses you again, softly this time, almost proud.
“I’m making a monster. First you ask me to fuck you and now you’re swallowing my cum.” He moves to his dresser, retrieving a hand towel as you sit on the bed, careful to not let any of his spend drip onto the sheets.
“Why didn’t you fuck me?” Your head tilts as you ask. He moves to kneel in front of you, gently wiping the cum from your skin as he answers.
“I told you, I’m gonna make it special for your first time.”
“Bold of you to assume I’ll even let you be my first time, now that you’ve rejected me.” It’s playful and he knows it, grinning up at you as he moves to wipe the wetness from the inside of your thighs.
“It wasn’t a rejection, it was a postponing.” Lukas stands, quickly cleaning off before tucking himself away and turning to look for your panties. “And who else would it be? Are you cheating on me?”
“No, but I can’t cheat on you if weren’t not together.” He pauses at that, head cocking as he makes eye contact with you.
“We aren’t together?”
“You haven’t asked me!”
“I thought it was self-evident. You don’t need to ask if it’s already obvious.” Lukas stoops to grab your panties from the floor, moving to hand them to you.
You accept the fabric in an outstretched hand, setting it on the bed next to you. “Well, I would like you to ask. Make it official.”
He gives a dramatic sigh, reaches out and grabs your hands to pull you to standing. Lukas holds your hands, smiles and looks into your eyes. “Will you date me?”
You think about teasing him, making him wait, but your excitement gets the best of you and you release your answer quickly. “Yes, I will date you, Lukas Matsson.”
Your kiss is domestic and cheesy, after you separate he pulls you back into his body, rests his chin on your head for a while while he holds you close. You end up leaving your panties with him, they're still too wet to wear comfortably. Lukas helps you fix your makeup and hair, and you check to make sure your lip gloss isn’t all over his mouth (it was). He fastens your shoes back on for you, kneeling in front of you so you don’t have to bend over with your still shaky legs. He holds your hand until you reach outside and you put some space between yourselves as you enter public once more.
Roman is just finishing his call when you get back to the boat, waving at you as he quickly hangs up. You give Lukas a handshake, Rome just shouts his goodbye from a distance, and you quickly speed off again across the lake as soon as you enter the boat. Once again separated, you swear you immediately feel heavier without Lukas’s presence.
Your brother thinks the deal is fucked, he makes that clear when you’re alone again. He half blames you, half blames himself. Either way, he’s scared shitless to tell your dad about Matsson’s merge idea. So it’s a major shock when you arrive in Milan and Logan is receptive to the proposal. He praises Roman openly for once, and even commends you on your role in negotiating the deal.
But good things don’t tend to stay good for long in your family. You know something’s wrong when Logan calls you and Shiv into his office abruptly, right before your meeting with the bankers is supposed to begin. It honestly doesn’t surprise you as much as some would think to learn Roman had been sexting Gerri. You try to defend him against Shiv’s attacks, but it doesn’t do much good, not when the evidence is sitting in front of you. At the very least, you make some kind of progress covering for Gerri, reminding your dad of her loyalty.
Things are weird and fucked the next day. The night before Comfrey had texted you to let you know that Kendall was in the hospital. She wouldn’t say what happened, just that they were keeping him overnight and he was okay. You texted your siblings but everyone was skirting around the answer with you. They knew you cared about Kendall, maybe too much, and that telling you he had nearly drowned (possibly by his own doing) would set you off like a firework.
You wanted to go visit Kendall the next day, or be there when he arrived at the villa, or just do something to help him out. But he didn’t answer your calls and all the information you were given was extremely vague. You weren’t invited to Caroline’s wedding ceremony, so you planned on staying in bed and Facetiming with Lukas all day, waiting for a response from your brother. Your day starts off that way, sleeping in and chatting with your boyfriend into the late morning, but then Lukas tells you about Gojo’s market cap. You knew he was good, you knew he was doing all he could to get the market in Gojo’s favor, but you never expected it’s worth would surpass Waystar’s.
It’s no surprise that your dad ends up calling you, recruiting you to join him on a trip to Matsson’s. When he tells you he’s considering not inviting Roman, you manage to convince him to bring him too, citing his friendship with Matsson as a cause. So you head to Lake Maggiore, again, and arrive at Lukas Matsson’s villa, again. The excitement you feel when seeing him is shrouded in the anxiety of the sudden meeting.
You feel like every glance between the two of you is obvious. The way he parts his lips, the way your eyes drift across his frame, it’s all unmistakable of two lovers.
Lukas leads the three of you to an outdoor area on his grounds and when the conversation starts, his intent is clear. He didn’t tell you he wanted to buy Waystar, well he may have hinted at it, but it still feels like a bit of a betrayal. Like a shock. Even worse of a shock, Logan doesn’t immediately hate it, not in his usual way.
“Yeah. This is not happening.” The rage isn’t there behind Logan’s words. His gaze drifts to Roman, then back to Matsson. Lukas raises his eyebrows.
“Okay, I see that. Understood. But, you want to stick around? See if the old deal still has shape? Side snacks?” Logan smiles, he actually smiles, at Matsson’s offer. “You have that Israeli AI operation I might like. Maybe an asset swap sort of thing?”
“Why not.” The eye contact between Lukas and your dad is never ending. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. “Rome, you should head back. For your mom, and everything.”
“Yeah, sure thing.” Roman looks to you, motions with his thumb in the general direction of the dock. “Do you wanna…?”
“I’m not going to the wedding. Not invited.” You offer a small smile, look to Logan for reassurance.
“We’ll catch up with you later, Romulus.”
Roman is dejected. An intruder, again. An outsider in the deal he’s worked so hard on, the deal he partially started. “Alright. Hate to miss the big nuptials! So… yeah. I’ll just go do that then…” He’s hesitant to go, pats you on the leg as he leaves, Dad on the shoulder.
They wait to start speaking again until well after he’s left, and when they do it’s straight to business. Your dad wants to sell. Lukas wants to buy. You’re the reluctant bridge between. Things move inside, to a formal dining room, and the real discussion begins. Numbers start to fly, calls get made, lawyers begin flying out. You end up doing more work than you meant to, arguing for both GoJo and Waystar. Trying desperately to keep all the men in your life happy. At the same time, you’re conflicted. You know your siblings will hate this deal, you know how badly they want to inherit the company, how hard they’ve worked for one of them to eventually be CEO.
But the thing is, you don’t hate the deal. You were never going to lead Waystar, never going to be more than the founder’s child. You’re the youngest Roy sibling, a woman, and from a different marriage than the others. There was no chance of you ever being number one, and you knew that from the day you were born. So why not sell the company? You don’t want to dedicate your entire life to this soul crushing work. At the same time, you care so much for your family, more than you do for yourself. This would wreck your siblings, they wanted Waystar more than they wanted life itself. Even if being family owned fucks you, it means the world to them.
When you finally leave Lukas’s, it’s well past the wedding ceremony, and it’s clear Dad doesn’t intend on joining the afterparty. The operation moves to Logan’s villa. The cavalry marches in, dressed in designer suits and holding briefcases stuffed with Macbooks. There’s dozens of people you’ve never even met swarming around a huge table. It doesn’t even feel real, like you’re watching a dream, or a nightmare, play out in front of you. You retire to your dads private office, curl up on a leather upholstered couch and just think. You know you should tell your siblings. Siobhan and Roman have been blowing up your phone for hours, you haven’t had the heart to answer. Your dad would kill you if you reached out. Ostracize you like Roman, or disown you like Kendall. Your brain feels like a whirlpool, your thoughts flying around enough to give you a headache. You turn to the only person you can think of.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
“...”
“Are you okay?” Lukas’s voice is genuinely worried, silence isn’t normal in the conversations between you two. You hear a rustling on the other line like he’s stood up.
“I don’t really know. I wish you were here.”
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“I feel like a traitor.”
“Why?”
“My siblings… you know they will hate this deal.” You stress the word hate, voice a little bit breathless with anxiety.
“I do.” His voice is quiet, almost whispering as he speaks to you.
“They would rather die than sell Waystar. But I-” You sigh, swallow thickly. “I almost agree with Dad. I think this is a good move for us. Not just because I’m fucking the guy who’s buying the company.”
“Well then, why do you agree?”
“If we don’t sell, we’re gonna get swallowed whole. All we have is the content, not the platform to back it up, not new technology to keep us relevant.”
“That’s all true.” Lukas’s voice gets a little louder, his sentences trailing off a bit as he prompts you to keep talking.
“But even if we had that, even if we were doing better, we were more stable…”
“You still would want to sell?” He already knows what’s on your mind. Of course he does.
“I think so… I mean, I will never be CEO. Not if we’re family owned, not if we’re owned by GoJo, never. And I don’t want to spend my life in this company, especially if I’m not running it.” Your head tips back against the wall you’re leaning on. You’re hiding away in a bathroom, your voice echoing a bit as it bounces off the marble walls. “This work… it fucking destroys people.”
“It sounds like you already know what you think.”
“But Shiv and Roman and Kendall… They want the company so badly. They’ve been prepped to run it since they were kids. Even if they kill each other for CEO, at least one of them would get what they wanted.” You’re louder now, voice still stressed but frustration peaking through.
“You need to stop wasting your life making other people happy. You would do anything for your family, and they wouldn’t do shit for you.” Lukas’s tone isn’t angry or yelling, it’s stating a fact.
“That’s not true-”
“Is it? I see you go above and beyond for them every single day, and they never spare you a second glance.” Lukas’s voice is almost pleading when he speaks next. “Think about yourself, for once. Please.”
“Thank you.” Your eyes are brimmed with tears, your fingers coming up to brush them away quickly. “I will.”
There’s a small pause before he talks again. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you about buying Waystar?” You laugh, breathlessly, at the simpleness of his question after all you’ve just talked about.
“No, I’m not mad. I was shocked…but I think it’s worn off. You’re just doing what’s best for you.”
“Yeah, yeah I am.”
“I think you’re really smart actually. If I was in your position I’d do the same thing.” You move from your stance against the wall to look in the mirror, checking to fix any smudged mascara.
“That’s what I thought. I asked myself what you would do.”
“No, you did not.”
“No, I did not. I did think about how it would affect you though.”
“Thank you for that.” It’s half sarcastic, but you know he really does care for you.
“You’re welcome.”
“I’ll talk to you later today.”
“Okay. Come visit soon.” Lukas ends like he always does, asking for your presence.
“I’ll try.”
It takes you a minute to compose yourself. Fix your hair, wipe off some of your fucked up concealer, blow your nose. You exit the bathroom, walk down the hall and down some stairs, finally arriving in front of the massive wooden doors leading to your dad’s office. Your brain is finally quieter now, thoughts forming clearer and headache fading quickly. You slip a small smile to the bodyguard, Colin, who opens the door for you to enter.
Your three siblings are there, backs facing the door as they stare down Logan, who’s just moved to press a button on the phone resting against his desk. Their heads snap to you. The door shuts behind you. Siobhan opens her mouth, but you speak before she does.
“What’s going on? When did you get here?”
“What’s going on? You know what’s going on, Dad is selling and fucking our entire lives up.” Shiv faces you, her eyes are daggers and her body is a rocket about to explode. “And you didn’t tell us.”
“No, he’s not fucking your lives up. It’s not the end of the world, Shiv.” You approach them, eyes wide and pleading.
“So you do know. You knew he was selling the company and you didn’t think ‘Hmm maybe I should tell my siblings this, you know, since they’ve spent their entire lives thinking they were going to run Waystar!’” Roman throws his hands up, his jaw is clenched and his eyes are watering.
“Do you think it would’ve made a difference?” Your voice drops, both in tone and volume. “Do you really think I have any sort of control? Any say in what happens?”
Everyone is quiet for a moment, Kendall won’t make eye contact with you. Logan is watching you intently before gazing at his other children’s faces.
“I have never, and will never, be number one. I will never have control over the company, I will never even have control over one branch of the company. I will never be CEO, I won’t even make it to CFO, because I will always be lower than you. And I will always be there for you to yell at and use and manipulate. You already fucking do!” You’re more angry than sad now, maybe it’s misdirected, but you’re too wound up to care. “For once in my life, I’m thinking about myself. And I will not let this shit, this work, destroy me like it has destroyed you.”
A few tears spill from your eyes, you don’t bother to wipe them up, just continue your eye contact with your siblings. You’re right and everyone knows it, from Gerri and Karl sitting on the couch to Logan in front of you. Shiv can’t hold your gaze anymore, she drops her eyes to the ground. Roman turns to your Dad, his eyes are wide and desperate.
“Please?” His voice is meek, barely a whisper.
“‘Please?’ You bust in here with guns, but now that you find they’ve turned to fucking sausages, you want to say ‘please?’” Logan moves from where he was half-sitting on the arm of a couch to stand in front of your siblings. “You should have trusted me.”
“Dad, why?”
“Oh you need me to tell you why? Like your sister didn’t already? But your too fucking ashamed to admit she’s right.” He begins walking to the door, past your siblings, pausing at you to put a hand on your shoulder. “Because it works. I fucking win. Now go on, go on, fuck off you nosey fucking pedestrians.”
The doors open, Logan is immediately tasked with papers to sign and business to attend to. Roman moves to Jerri, asks her something you don’t quite hear from the blood rushing in your ears, before moving back to the crowd of your siblings. Roman crumples to the floor, Kendall with his hands on his shoulders, Shiv next to them. You turn to see Tom entering, him offering you a weak smile as he passes.
“I’m glad you’re okay, Kendall.” Your voice is monotone. Ken looks up at you, opens his mouth to say something, then decides against it. Tom starts speaking to Shiv, but you don’t hear what he says, already turning to walk out the doors, to head back to your hotel suite, to head away from your family.
You stay on the phone with Lukas the rest of that night. You can’t sleep but you don’t want to be awake. He eases the pain. He says he’s proud of you. He cares more than anyone you’ve known.
When you finally fall asleep in the early morning hours, you dream of space. You’re a cosmonaut, dancing on Saturn’s rings, playing baseball with meteors. The darkness is liminal, and pure, and calm. And the constellations are breathing around you, lighting your lawless orbit. You break the trail of a comet, its fire dotting the sky like a stitch on black cloth. Venus is a stray dog, following you wherever you lead it, spinning for attention and praise. Stars flicker like faces, you can’t recognize who they are anymore.
When you touch the Earth, everything sings.
© secondhand-snow 2024
#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#succession#succession fanfic#alexander skarsgard#lukas matsson#lukas matsson x reader#lukas matsson x you#lukas matsson x oc#lukas matsson x ofc#lukas matsson smut#lukas matsson fic#lukas matsson fanfic#lukas matsson imagine#snow’s fics#a body of impulses#smut
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season 1: rand wears little sweaters and cradles little babies in his arms and gets adorably confused when women hit on him
season 2: rand gets pegged every night by his evil sugar mommy
#get you a man who can do both#rand al'thor#wot#wot on prime#the wheel of time#wot show spoilers#wot book spoilers
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💫 Undeveloped Feelings
⤷ a social media au | xiao x fem!reader
sypnosis ; in which your mother enrolls you to the best university in the city so you can properly learn how to use your vision, you struggled with using your vision let alone attempting to master it, growing up in a family where no one else was blessed with a vision except yourself really didn't help in further sharpening your skills, thankfully your professor was kind enough to assign someone to train you, but what happens when your trainer happens to be your ex? will it go from an untrained vision to undeveloped feelings?
genre ; crack, fluff, angst, college!au, modern!au, guitarist!xiao, kind of inspired by bnha if you squint
warnings ; maybe some descriptions of wounds in later chapters, slowburn (at least i'll try), maybe some nsfw jokes being a vision holder ≠ having a vision, being a vision holder is being like a hero, some other people can use their vision in different things, ex. xiangling in cooking, you and xiao are both studying vision wielding (a.k.a the course for heroes), ocs will be included!
taglist status ; open! send an ask or a reply
Presenting the cast for undeveloped feelings!
⤷ ass shakers | big tits and slut waists
Season 1 | pogo man comeback era
01 - stop tryna be different istg
02 - sugar mommy misako
03 - YOUR TRAINERS WHO???
04 - archons save me from this burning hell
05 - vision = burning, kitty = meowing
06 - accident?? i think not
07 - jealousy jealousy
08 - the silent treatment
09 - late night visits
10 - early morning confessions
Season 2 | _____
#genshin scenarios#genshin fluff#genshin imagines#genshin x reader#genshin smau#genshin impact#genshin impact smau#hu tao smau#genshin kazuha#genshin scaramouche#scaramouche smau#kazuha smau#genshin hu tao#genshin x female reader#genshin x you#genshin xiao#genshin impact xiao#xiao smau#xiao x reader#xiao fluff#xiao x fem!reader#venti smau#genshin venti#genshin ayaka#ayaka smau#genshin yoimiya#yoimiya smau#undeveloped feelings smau
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quark watches star trek season 2 episode 8
mccoy ogles a man
mccoys gut instinct right off the bat
mccoy commits a microaggression against spock
crewman is obviously evil aand people should listen to mccoy more often
kirks in his dumb wrap shirt again >:(
the ship Turns
kirk reacts with confusion and amazement at evil crewman grabbing his bicep
ship might blow up if they fuck with it
evil crewman shows off his robot tummy
robot crewman just stands there for four days
robot crewman demands specifically the main cast to beam down
robot crewman says "among us"
oh jesus christ its space cowboy again. i hate this guy.
hes hilarious i just wish he wasnt such a skeeze
kirk casually lets a hot lady take his communicator
extremely slutty image
space cowboy commits false imprisonment
UGH CAN YOU BE NORMAL ABOUT WOMEN FOR TWO SECONDS
space cowboy says spock isnt as heterosexual as he
space cowboy commits space theft of space intellectual property
space cowboy would prefer to evade the death penalty
"of course i left-" "he broke jail" "i borrowed transportation-" "he stole a spaceship" "and the patrol reacted in a hostile manner-" "and they fired at him" kirk i love you
space cowboy is very upset at being bored
space cowboy misses his wife who he abandoned so much that he makes an android replica of her
robots serve space cowboy because theyre bored
"why should we leave you?" "because... we dont like you. so... /waves hands/ bup-bup-bup!" kirk i LOVE you
the robots have chekhovs hivemind
space cowboy is the only heterosexual character in this show
space cowboy makes the critical error of messing with kirks ship
welcome to Robot Paradise. You Cannot Leave.
chekov is horny
Temptation
"the enterprise is not a want or a desire, it is a mechanical device" "no, its a beautiful lady and we love her!" KIRK I LOVE YOU
robots are intrigued by unhappiness
robots decide space cowboy is too cringefail to be their boss
robots commit false imprisonment
robots want to be your sugar daddies and sugar mommies
to defeat the robots we have to go apeshit
lets tranquilize the space cowboy
kirk calls space cowboy fat. which to be fair is accurate but dont be rude kirk
kirk is very good at manipulating robots
uhura you double-crosser
uhura wants a sexy immortal robot body. ok
oh shit it was an act! they planned it all along! i love this
the crew puts on a dance performance for the robots
uhura gracefully slaps chekov
spock is surprised he cant knock out the robots
spock kills robots by being Weird
scotty and mccoy do a little /smiles and nods while poking chin/
"logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad"
the crew kills robots by being Weird
this episode is so absurd. i love it
spock pantomimes a bomb
this is something that would play out in a theatre class
space cowboy kills robot by essentially saying "this statement is false"
lmao
this episode is awesome
mccoy tries and fails to commit another microaggression against spock
space cowboy is jailed on robot planet forever on the basis of Hes Annoying
kirk forces space cowboy to hang out with several copies of his robot ex wife. this is the best episode ever
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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Part 4
Welcome back to my little corner of the internet! Get blankets, something warm to drink and enjoy the next chapter of this universe <3
Lots of love,
Livvy xox
Trigger Warnings: There's a negative word for lesbians mentioned, as well as the brief appearance of this seasons antagonists. I will do a trigger warning for every time they make an appearance, I want to keep you all safe. If you want to read after seeing this trigger warning, please do not send me hate afterwards. I have warned you. If anything triggers you, please do not read.
“Natty? Hi!”
You can hear her smiling through the phone as you giddily jump up and down on the spot.
You don’t care if people are looking at you.
The fact that you’re actually speaking to Natasha, after what feels like the longest period of your life, is enough to fill your brain with serotonin to last you weeks.
“Hi, baby.” She chuckles. “Excited to hear from me, are you?”
God, you missed her voice.
You miss everything about her.
So freaking much.
“Very excited, I missed you!” You can’t stop smiling. Grinning even. “Where’s Wanda? Is she okay?”
“Clearly you haven’t missed me that much if you’re already asking for Wanda, kitten.”
Your smile falters.
“No! Wait!”
But Natasha laughs and the worry of upsetting her all but evaporates.
Carol watches you, grinning.
Only stopping to cast a defensive glare at a teen who watches you with a disgusted look.
Subtly turning you so you don’t register the teen.
You’re telling a story about face planting a door to even notice Carol moving you.
Your mood is far too innocent to deal with any obnoxious people.
When Carol is happy you’re still fully consumed by your conversation with Natasha, as well as distracted by the sugary goodness on the counters display, Carol returns her attention to the teen and raises an eyebrow, glaring at him.
When he clocks her stare, the boy’s glare falls from his face but he doesn’t back down.
“Is there a problem?” Carol asks in a low, warning tone.
The boy doesn’t reply.
He takes his drink and pastry and walks past, muttering the word, “Dykes.” under his breath so Carol specifically hears it.
She’s just so happy Natasha has you under her spell.
And oh, how Carol wishes she responded.
Cause a scene over this teen roach who wants to try and hurt you.
Hurt what’s hers.
Theirs.
Their baby girl.
It seems that karma wants this kid almost as badly as Carol does because the second he opens the door; three seagulls go for him.
White blurs tackle him, snatching bits of his pastry, leaving it reduced to nothing but soggy crumbs in his hand within seconds.
He lets out a startled scream.
In his haste to scramble away with what dignity he has, the boy ends up tipping his coffee all over his white shirt.
As well as almost losing one of his trainers in the process.
Carol watches, a smug smile firm on her face as the teenager bats away the seagulls with what remains of his pastry.
The rest of the coffee shop customers are watching too, enjoying the free show.
When the kid lets out a long stream of swear words, it catches your attention and you glance outside too; just in time to see the kid throwing his empty coffee cup to the ground in anger.
You glance at Carol.
“What did I miss?”
“Nothing, baby girl.” She kisses your temple. “Keep on talking with Natty.”
You shrug and go back to looking at the delicious treats.
Carol’s hand once again finds your own as the boy contemplates coming back into the store.
But he catches Carol’s gaze - as well as most of the others in the store - and rethinks his options.
Instead, he swaggers off, trying to keep what little of his pride he had left.
Which in Carol’s eyes isn’t a lot.
When she turns her attention back to you, your nose is all but pressed up against the glass counter.
“Easy there, baby girl. You’re gonna go through the glass if you’re not careful.”
Carol can’t help the small grimace as you pull back, a nose print staining the glass.
Groaning about germs as you shoot her a sheepish look.
“Tell Carol we say hi, baby?” Natasha asks you.
“I will, after I get to speak with Wanda.”
“Oh? Was that an order, little girl?” The red head replies.
“I - no.”
“Pass the phone to Carol like a good little girl and we’ll forget this happened, understood?”
“Yes, daddy.”
You hand the phone quickly and get a brief head scratch from Carol in return.
“Stop scaring the small one, baby.” Carol says with a smirk into the phone. “Oh? Is that so?”
Carol’s playful demeanour changes so suddenly it has you nervously biting at your thumb.
“Leave it with me. You’re not staying there for another two weeks.”
“Two weeks?” You can’t stop the pout from forming.
Carol yanks you to her side and cuddles you close.
“No, baby. They’ll be home in two days like we promised. No later.”
Natasha continues the conversation and Carol listens.
Sensing your worry, she asks Natasha to pause before speaking to you.
“Go and order our drinks, kitten. Order the sweetest thing that you had your eye on and then find us a table, okay? Everything is fine.”
“Do you want an americano or a latte?” You ask a little glumly.
Carol leans down to peck your lips.
“Americano, please, baby. With warm milk.”
You nod, and reluctantly do as you’re told, letting go of Carol’s hand to walk to the till to make your orders.
Only, as you’re about to open your mouth to greet the lady, Carol shouts your name.
“I’ll call Nat back on my cell. You got a message too, baby.”
She chucks you your phone and you manage to catch it straight to your chest.
You wince.
You don’t even check who it is, instead opting to pocket it so you can order your drinks and treat instead.
The need for sugar is too high.
They’re going to be gone for two more weeks? How is that even fair?
And what if Carol has to go back?
You’ll be alone once again; being an awkward third wheel to MJ and Peter…eating crappy take out while they are all cuddled up on the couch under the same blanket…
“...hon? That’ll be $13 total.”
“Oh! Sorry.”
The cashier smiles.
“How will you be paying today?”
“Card, please.”
Of course when you go to pay, Carol just appears with her own card, and taps it against the machine before you can blink.
“My treat, baby.” She kisses your cheek, smiling when you blush slightly. “I’ll bring the drinks over.”
“Okay,” You lean up so you can kiss her cheek. “I’m waiting for my cookie though. Don’t want you taking a sneaky bite.”
“You don’t want me to take a sneaky bite of your cookie?”
You can hear Natasha’s belly laugh from Carol’s cell and fight back the blush when the server comes back with your treat.
You just know she heard Carol’s remark with the way she refuses to make eye contact with you.
“One chocolate chip cookie. Your drinks will be a couple minutes.”
You go to take your treat from her but somehow, despite being quick, Carol manages to get it before you.
She takes a large bite from your cookie before handing it over to you.
“Yummy.” Carol says, crumbs falling from her lips. “Good choice, kitten.”
“My cookie…”
You’re pouting and you fully know it.
“I’ll take another bite if you don’t stop pouting. Go and find us a table.”
You glance at your cookie and sigh.
“Fine.”
You turn and jump, a squeak escaping your lips when Carol smacks your ass.
“Less attitude too, please.”
“Sorry, Carol.”
You set off to find a table and the thought hits you.
You don’t have a middle ground nickname. For any of them.
Sure you have their dom titles; but in this case, calling Carol ‘Captain’ just doesn’t work.
You make the mental note to ask Carol this when she joins you.
You flop onto the sofa seat and sigh, nibbling on part of the cookie that Carol left you.
“Stupid, big mouth, dom.”
Your phone buzzes again.
“If this is you MJ, wanting a hot chocolate, I swear to God.”
But it isn’t MJ.
No.
Your body freezes.
It’s your bimonthly texts from your parents.
Coming in with a slam dunk to ruin your mood.
You can’t even bring yourself to open the messages; knowing they’ll be waiting to check for the ‘Read’ icon.
A request of hers.
So you opt for blissful ignorance instead.
Lying your phone screen down on the table, you nibble your cookie and watch Carol talk on the phone.
You can tell she’s stressed.
She wants Natasha and Wanda home just as much as you do.
When your phone buzzes again, you shove it roughly back into your pocket; mood officially sour.
The messages will be waiting when you get home.
They will still be waiting.
You refuse to let them ruin this.
Ruin the good in your life.
No.
You want to live in this bubble with your darling Trio a little while longer.
Before they come into it and destroy everything.
Is it too much to ask?
#sugar mommies#natasha x wanda x carol x reader#wanda maximoff#carol danvers#natasha romanoff#reader insert#reader#sugar mommies season 2
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Rise of the Snakes - React, pt 1
Rise of the Snakes
00:13
Yo Wu, chill. Just because you're the son of basically god you don't gotta be this dramatic. Leave that to Garmadon, he's better at it anyway
1:05
Ayo, was that the Sacred Flute in that little cabinet Wu's meditating in front of?
1:11
That is a lot of cobwebs
1:29
Is this also a Milton Dyer game?
1:53
Excuse me did Kai's voice just come out of Cole's mouth?
2:02
So the Ninja like pepperoni and black olive pizza, apparently
4:31
How far is Jamanakai Village if it takes them this long to fly there on dragonback but Nya just walks on over in a short enough time there's still daylight during the same day when Lloyd comes back with Serpentine?
5:40
Love that the main character of this entire series was named for a pun
5:54
How common knowledge is Lloyd's existence if Cole already knew he was at Darkly's Boarding School for Bad Boys?
6:27
Why are the Serpentine treated like this ancient legen if they were only put in the tombs like forty years ago?
7:30
Love how Kai says 'muchacho' and then him speaking apparently Spanish is never brought up again
7:58
...and that was Cole's voice coming from Kai's mouth. They're just swapping voices today
9:06
And Kai's words from Cole's mouth again. What communication breakdown happened between the VAs recording and the animators?
9:59
So if the Hypnobrai line with Ice, and the Constrictai line with Earth, the frick are the Venomari, Fangpyres, and Anacondrai supposed to be?
10:01
Also why are Lloyd's teeth green in this lighting?
10:33
We've seen instances where Hypnobrai hypnotism happens almost immediately, so why does literally nothing happen to Lloyd even though he's maintained eye contact with Slithraa for a good 20 seconds?
10:58
What is the aging process like for Serpentine? Why are there always tiny snakes that match the features of the Serpentine? Do they hatch from eggs, be little snakes for a bit, then spontaneously grow arms and legs? Will someone please explain this?
11:29
If Nya's close to beating Kai's speed record on the training course, shouldn't she figure out Spinjitzu way sooner than whenever she actually does in the show? Might need to fix that in mine, since Misako's shown to do Spinjitzu without having access to elemental powers.
11:59
How early into the show did Nya start working on the Samurai concept?
13:40
Kai having issues controlling his sword is because dragon = stronger elemental connection
13:50
I love the detail that the fire makes a protective/possessive circle around Kai
14:38
Knowing about Morro makes Wu's saltiness about the Green Ninja shenanigans that much more painful
15:41
To Scales's point though you snakes cannot digest large amounts of sugar
16:10
Does the spirit smoke tell the present, or the future? Because we kinda see it doing both. Also does this mean Wu gets high?
17:35
...aside from the General, do they have tails?
17:52
How the frick did Nya know the antivenin was in the staff? I get her figuring out Slithraa's the general, but were the Hypnobrai just outright stating 'the cure's in the staff, better not let the villagers get ahold of it'?
19:14
Where is Scales's rattle? Because snake man does not have a tail at this juncture.
19:50
Nothing to see here, just polluting the water supply for the greater good
20:42
Are they foreshadowing Nya's the Samurai later this season or are they foreshadowing Nya's actually the Water Ninja four seasons from now?
Home
1:44
Why are they calling it a roof, it's a courtyard
3:43
Jay's off-and-on Brooklyn accent from early in the show is weird man
3:55
Zane's probably reminding Wu of Morro with the homeless, parentless child thing...
4:13
I'm sorry, are the dragons' reins directly affixed to their jaws?
6:13
Let the man wear his frilly pink apron in peace
7:32
Zane panting with his mouth shut, 100% robot over here
7:47
Mommy issues anyone?
9:00
I'm with Jay here, I'd want to keep the treehouse
9:30
Kai clearly attended the Jack Sparrow school of getting places
10:51
Good news for that unfortunate Hypnobrai, snakes don't really get concussed
10:32
Wilhelm Scream Counter: 1
11:00
Times Ninja have Turned Evil™:
Cole: 1
11:38
Lloyd in a Cage™ Counter: 1
Alternatively, Times a Ninja Has Been Captured:
Lloyd: 1
13:32
Times the Monastery has Burned Down: 1
14:39
Priorities, Jay, yeesh
17:39
Fang Kwan Do; so painfully underutilized.
21:31
Excuse me how the frick did Lloyd find them?
Snakebit
2:45
How does giving the cabin a steambath help exactly?
3:29
How did Ed and Edna know where their son was? This is like the morning after the monastery burned down, the frick
8:17
Why are the Fangpyres Transylvanian? I know it's because the vampire aesthetic, but like what would the in-story reason be? None of the other tribes seem to have accents other than maybe the Anacondra [because Pythor sounds British and I don't remember what Arcturus sounded like]
10:50
Does the bite of the Fangpyre affect other Serpentine?
11:08
Being bitten by the Fangpyres - the only time Jay and his parents shared DNA
11:24
That's rich Cole, considering you've been lying to your dad constantly for years
11:49
From this point onwards Kai, Zane, and Cole should've totally weaponized Nya as a motivational tool against Jay. Pretty sure most of the time Nya would agree with them.
12:05
I swear Wu ripped that thermometer off the side of a building, because where else do you find one that big. Also, considering he was walking around from behind the dragon, what kind of thermometer do you think it is?
12:11
Love the detail that the dragons are teenagers too
12:41
What's brilliant about this scene is it's impossible to tell if they were legitimately oblivious or intentionally screwing with Jay
13:23
Brilliant that Jay starts to get a slight Minnesotan accent when agitated; he's his parents' son
13:57
I repeat, can they turn Serpentine?
14:10
I know it's supposed to be creepy and snaky but all I can think of with the wrecking ball is an overripe jack-o-lantern
14:42
They each express it in different ways but I love how each of the Ninja has a protective streak a mile wide
14:52
Jay over here straight Matrix™ing the wrecking ball
15:05
Excuse me Nya was that a crotch shot there
16:12
Jay; Crouching Moron, Hidden Badass - Just Add Endangered Parents!
17:16
I'm with Jay here, half the plots in this show would not go nearly as catastrophically sideways as they do if Wu just told people shit
17:55
Jay gets a jet, Kai gets a motorcycle, Cole gets a dope car, Zane...gets a Zamboni. Or is it a Zaneboni?
18:42
So do they just immediately know how to drive the vehicles because they're in tune with the weapons, or are all these teenagers actually certified drivers? When did Kai learn how to ride a motorcycle if he's been running a business since he was 5?
19:41
Why did turning into a snake make Ed's goatee black?
20:47
They should totally make the dragon figurehead into a canon at some point in this show
#rise of the snakes#ninjago#sensei wu#kai smith#kai jiang#nya smith#nya jiang#cole brookestone#jay walker#jay gordon#zane julien#ninjago skales#ninjago scales#ninjago slithraa
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I have been awake for twenty straight hours now, so as I lay here upside down on my bed, here's a list of things I've learned and done in that time, in no particular order:
Got jazzed on some energy drinks
Got my bangs cut (I can see now! 😃)
Brought in a bed
Assembled the bed hours after bringing it in
Went through two storage boxes and tossed what I no longer need or want
Found a lot of condoms and dental dams that are still within the expiration date but I don't need (1. virgin 2. ttc next year 3. high school me really thought I'd be getting some but the only thing I got was depression RIP 4. on the asexual spectrum)
Reorganized my jewelry
Ate some ice cream (it was neopolitan 🤍🤎🩷)
Reorganized my books
Watched some YouTube videos
Watched some funny animal videos on TikTok
Wondered if he actually thinks I'm pretty
Wondered what his voice sounds like
Questioned my romantic orientation
Missed a call from Social Security Administration (gotta call them back on Monday)
Downloaded an important document from the Social Security website and learned that you can adopt a kid while on disability which was something I didn't know
Designated a whole notebook to adulting notes (it's essentially a whole notebook dedicated to that moment when you're frantically looking for a peice of paper to write this very important thing down) (I now carry it in my purse)
Cleaned out my purse
Got sad when I discovered that my hand sanitizer is too big for my jack-o-lantern hand sanitizer holder keychain
Got annoyed with That Aunt who decided to spend the night
Pet my mom's dog (x100)
Had some pretty good macaroni and cheese
Had some more ice cream
Was in pain because I'm lactose intolerance
Maintained annoyance with That Aunt
Greatly missed my dad's side of the family and then my dad but then his side even more
Cleaned out my closet
Organized my clothes
Set up my altar for the autumn season and added a picture of Mother Mary and Baby Jesus
Took my medication a half hour late but hey I still took it so yay!
Checked my email (nothing fun or important)
Swept my floor
Made my bed
Accidentally drank more caffeine without realizing it
Listened to country songs
Moved some wall decor to a different wall in my bedroom
Stretched
Switched to water
Took an ovulation test (I think it was positive but it was hard to tell--the lines looked almost the same but maybe not quite enough to be positive)
Took out the trash
Daydreampt about being a parent and picking my kids up from school and helping them with their homework at the kitchen table with a snack of homemade chocolate chip cookies
Craved chocolate chip cookies
Did not get any chocolate chip cookies
Hung out with my mom
Thought about how cute his smile is
Thought about how cute her smile is
Accidentally broke my glasses (again) (big oopsie) (they were cheaters from the dollar store so no big deal but still)
Decided what I want done with my body in the event that I die (context: I broke a tombstone Halloween decoration that I had and it made me think of cemeteries and then I thought of my local cemetery aka my Happy Place and thus, the I Wanna Be Cremated and Then Have My Ashes Burried There thoughts commenced)
Decided that it would be really cute if my mom, my brother and I all had matching sashes for my baby shower (mine--Mommy to Be; my mom's--Nana to Be; my brother's--Uncle to Be)
Found my military coin from when I was in JROTC in high school and put it back in my wallet for the ✨️nostalgia✨️
Got hungry but forgot to eat (oops)
Hung up my clothes in the closet
Learned how to clean the silver earring holder that my mom gave me years ago (so shiny now!)
Filled up my box of crystals and rocks (!!!)
Was genuinely not depressed or anxious for the first time in weeks
Accidentally said I don't drink coffee when actually I love coffee but only if it's iced and doused in sugar but I've had enough caffeine and it was to That Aunt so actually it's fine
Stayed hydrated after I switched to water
Checked the weather forecast
Swore a lot (fuck was my favorite word)
Made a shopping list
#how the fuck do i tag this#turns out i do and think a lot when i'm not depressed#who would have guessed#lmfao#what i did today#no sleep#i did not sleep last night#insomnia#insomniac#kit's diary 7 🖊#i am very tired
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Update from the the jokers hideout: their mom was/is an alcoholic see his tattoo of the whiskey shaking hands with the reaper. I mean it’s direct but the knife through the hand isn’t exactly subtle. Though the idea of carmy getting hand pain / breaking his hand… oh the angst.
it’s not like addiction doesn’t run in their family (drugs, nicotine, and now alcohol). So it’s possible. I do want her to have lived because I want to see that dynamic so bad. Especially, sugar and carmy together. Them having to put aside some fight to go see their mom. Then because of their mom everything explodes, emotionally.
ooh, i never thought about connecting that tattoo to his mom. that's really interesting! i always interpreted it as a warning/reminder, but that's definitely more intriguing.
i wanna know if carmy got the hand tattoo before or after he got his scar. 'cause he says he doesn't think he's funny, but if he cut his hand and then got a tattoo of a knife going through a hand, on his hand, that's pretty funny.
i'm begging, pleading, selling what's left of my soul, for literally anything about their mom to be revealed in season 2. i don't even care how small it is. i love a man with issues, but mommy/daddy issues? i eat that shit uP
give us another layer to the trauma onion
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🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before
🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now
🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately
🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?
Hey thanks! Also really appreciate adding the questions next to the emojis so I don’t have to keep looking back and forth, it makes it so much easier 💕
🧃 share some personal lore you never posted about before
Hmm I’m not sure if it means my personal lore or lore about the characters I write for so ¿por qué no los dos?
For Alcina, at some point I believe that there was a final tell all interview with the last surviving member of the Pallboys as part of a larger article regarding Alcina’s rise to fame, decline in career, and her sudden disappearance. A maid was the one who found it after reading a forbidden newspaper smuggled in by The Duke. The maid puts two and two together as Alcina snatches the paper from her, and Alcina disposed of the maid before the maid had the chance to swear she’d never tell anyone about Alcina’s past (the maid actually had a lot of respect for Alcina so RIP).
Me: I like to do karaoke on the smule app and I have a bunch of private recordings. I wish I had more opportunities to sing. I’d love to go to a karaoke place but the only one I know of that has karaoke consistently is a bar in a not so great area.
🪐 Name three good things going on in your life right now
1. My pain while still chronic has been really manageable lately.
2. I’ve been able to go on walks when the weather is nice and don’t have to worry about paying for it wip my hip app patched up.
3. The seasonal depression is lifting as the weather improves and I’ve been more motivated in my creative endeavors (sure, no updates yet, but I am working towards it).
🦋 share something that has been on your heart and mind lately
I’ve been thinking a lot about the convention I want to attend in October. I am both excited and really nervous. I’m nervous because I have agoraphobia and it will be a challenge to be able to attend an event like that. I am also nervous about drawing attention to myself since I plan to wear my Alcina cosplay, but it is probably the only opportunity I will ever have to meet both Maggie Robertson and Neil Newbon so I need to leave my comfort zone.
🦴 is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?
Plenty of them! Barring the obvious influence of Resident Evil since I mainly write about Alcina, I take a lot of inspiration from my favorite shows and movies. My fic Something Sweet while mostly relying on the sugar baby/sugar mommy dynamic was inspired by my first time watching Carol, I just chose to go in a modern direction (also no powers) and added the sugar baby thing because when the idea popped into my head, I was at work wishing that I had a sugar mommy then I was like omg what if Alcina was a sugar mommy?? Then I wrote the first chapter and initially wasn’t going to post anything, but I thought maybe it will get some bites? I am grateful for the response it had and still has despite my inconsistency with updating 🥲 I swear it will be finished, it is fully outlined.
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TLOU MASTERLIST
❤️- My faves
🔥- Most Popular
ELLIE WILLIAMS
TLOU2 / Older Ellie
HEADCANONS:
Feminine!Reader 🔥
Feminine!Reader Part2
Boxer!Ellie
Sugar Mommy!Ellie
Knight!Ellie X Princess!Reader ❤️
Knight!Ellie X Princess!Reader Part2
Period comfort
Streamer!Ellie 🔥❤️
Bodyguard!Ellie X Singer!Reader
Housewife!Ellie
Housewife!Reader
Dealer!Ellie X GoodGirl!Reader
Tattooist!Ellie
Tattooist!Ellie Part2
Hockey!Ellie X Cheerleader!reader🔥
Stubborn!Reader
Delinquent!Ellie
SingleMom!Reader
Vampire!Ellie ❤️
Vampire!Ellie Part2
Ballerina!Reader
Pregnant!reader
Singer!Reader
Hip-Hop Dancer!reader
Rockstar!Ellie
Masc!reader
Introvert!reader X Introvert!Ellie
Affectionate!reader
Actress!reader ❤️
She calls you mommy
Goth / grunge reader
Reader with ADHD
Bossy!reader
Ellie on her period
Streamer!Reader
Reader is Maria and Tommy's daughter
Taller!Reader
Reader with OCD
make-up artist!reader X streamer!Ellie
Older sister!Reader
Insecure!reader
Apologetic!reader
Deaf/ hard of hearing!reader
RichOlderWoman!Ellie
southern!reader
ONESHOTS:
You deserve more
Summary: after you caught your boyfriend making out with another girl at a bar, you call Ellie for a ride home. (MODERN AU)
Reckless
Summary: While working, Joel comes in and tells you that your girlfriend, Ellie, was injured on patrol.
Protecter
Summary: After sneaking out, Ellie protects you from some unwanted attention. (KNIGHT!ELLIE X PRINCESS!READER)
New Year's Day
Summary: You and Ellie host your first ever New years Eve party, and as you both clean up the mess your friends had left in their wake.
Can I take a picture? (Out soon)
Summary: You, an architecture student, decide to spend yor three months off for summer break exploring and visiting classic Victorian houses, seeing beautiful structures and meeting eccentric people. (VAMPIRE!ELLIE)
MULTI-PART:
PROFESSOR - Pt 2 - Pt 3 ✓
Summary: After Dina forced you to go to her new physics teachers public lecture, you start developing feelings for the professor. (PROFESSOR!ELLIE X STUDENT!READER)
PLAYER TWO - Pt 2 - Pt 3 🔥
Summary: A series of imagine entailing the chaos you and streamer!Ellie cause together. (STREAMER!ELLIE)
MOTIVATION - Pt 2
Summary: You become your girlfriends physical therapist. (BOXER!ELLIE)
Why?! (PART 2 OUT SOON)
Summary: it was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean Joel slaughtering all the fireflies seven years ago was a pretty hard secret to be kept quiet- but you still wish it never reached Ellie's ears.
IMAGINES:
Phone S*x NSFW
Summary: You send Ellie a nude when she's abroad on a business trip. (SugarMommy!Ellie)
Play for me ❤️
Summary: After Ellie lost her fingers she longed to play the guitar again, so you played for her.
Jackson's Love Hotel NSFW
Summary:Your favourite customer needs to relax after a very stressful patrol and comes to you for some relief. (Brothel Worker!Reader)
Ask your daughter
Summary: Eventful late night escapades makes Ellie a no-show for patrol. (Maria+Tommy's daughter!Reader)
Miss me sugar?
Summary: After three months of deployment, Ellie finally returns home. (Military!Ellie)
Tattooed on my heart
Summary: Ellie's always loved when you doodle on her arm, leaving behind traces of you. She loves them so much she wants them to stay forever.
SOCIAL MEDIA AU:
(strictly texts and insta posts)
Texts with Ellie
Part 1
Part 2
ABBY ANDERSON
TLOU2
HEADCANONS:
Doctor!reader
Anxious!Reader
Farmer!Abby ❤️
Werewolf!Abby
Masc!reader
ONESHOTS:
(Nothing here yet)
MULTI-PART:
HUNTED (PART 2 OUT SOON)
Summary: Although you stopped Abby from killing Joel, Ellie still wants to seek her revenge.
IMAGINES:
Sundress Season (out soon) NSFW
Summary: A picnic date can really only end one way~
HBO ELLIE WILLIAMS
HBO TLOU ADAPTATION
!!THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18! SO IT WILL BE PLATONIC!!
HEADCANONS:
(Nothing here yet)
ONESHOTS:
GOODNIGHT, MOM
Summary: After helping Ellie down from a panic attack, she calls you Mom for the first time. (MotherFigure!Reader)
MULTI-PART:
(Nothing here yet)
IMAGINES:
Happy Mothers Day ❤️
Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing. (MotherFigure!Reader)
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!
I write for:
Ellie Williams (Romantic + Platonic)
Abby Anderson (Romantic + Platonic)
HBO Ellie Williams (PLATONIC)
Robin Buckley (Romantic + platonic)
#ellie williams fic#ellie williams x fem!reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#tlou hbo#the last of us fic#the last of us#wlw#nmlw#lesbian#lesbian fic#ellie x reader#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams blurb#tlou masterlist#masterlist
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I watch people on YouTube eat fast food because I can’t afford to buy food myself. Then I look at menus for various fast food places like Dominos, BK and Carl’s Jr. and I wish I could eat that good shit. It’s a shame I hate Taco Bell and Wendy’s now the poor idiots. Taco Bell was really good and although I never went to Wendy’s a lot they had good food. R.I.P Taco Bell and Wendy’s. I’d go to MackyDong’s before I stepped foot in a Taco Bell again 😔✊
#i have one brain cell and it belongs to moth mingi moonmoon#season 2 of 3 brain cell hours#anyway i need a food daddy#like give my money to buy food#i should be a sugar baby im real close to wanting to find a sugar daddy tbh#but old men? men? scams? no thanks#maybe i need a food mommy?#or a sugar mommy#uwu!
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My Favorite Underrated WLW Cinema
To keep this as a memory, after a lot of deliberation, I’m creating this list of all my favorite Sapphic movies of all time. Note that it is purely subjective to me, and they aren’t necessarily big-budget, blockbusters, or period dramas. I obviously love films like Carol, the Handmaiden, etc. a lot, but personally, I love indie films. So, these are mostly Indie films and are quite underrated. All of these have beautiful poetic cinematography and heart-touching storylines. In no particular order:
1. The Half of It (2020, USA):
Probably the most famous film on this list, this is Alice Wu’s second directorial venture after a long hiatus post Saving Face. It’s about a seventeen-year-old girl named Ellie Chu who is basically a dark academia Tumblr lesbian. She liked the pastor’s daughter but well the pastor’s daughter is very pretty so many boys like her. One of the boys approach her to write a love letter coz lesbehonest we’ve been there done that (I mean I’m 100% Ellie minus the swag) and a lot of things happen. Just watch the film to know more. It's beautiful, deep, and sweet and has some tidbits about religion and queerness. Oh, and cute platonic friendships.
2. Desert Hearts (1985, USA):
The shots in this film is literally so ahead of its time, it feels like a period film honestly. Plus, the costume, the landscape- if you’re an 80s fashion buff, this is the best thing that could happen to you. Not to mention the leads are extremely beautiful. It was also groundbreaking for being a film of 1980s that didn’t shame lesbians and made them own up their sexualities. Also, if you like older women, I gotchu.
3. Moonlit Winter (2019, South Korea)
This was truly unlike any sapphic film I ever watched. It’s basically about a teenage girl discovering her mom is gay and helping her get back to her lover. Like? Omg? Also gay Asian middle-aged lesbians and repressed emotions? I’m bawling my eyes out. The lingering shots were especially beautiful and the strengthening of the mother-daughter relationship throughout the runtime as the mother gradually got comfortable in acknowledging her sexuality hit home. Like no, my mother isn’t gay but who doesn’t have mommy issues. Right….. Right?
4. Water lilies (2007, France):
Have you had feelings for your senior? Did you have gay panic in your changing rooms? Did you have homoerotic tension with women in tight swimming costumes? Did you have internalized homophobia? This film is all that and Celine Sciamma and Adele Haenel’s first film together so wink wink ultra super gay.
5. Shiva Baby (2020, USA and Canada):
It’s about a miserable bisexual girl who has to deal with her sugar daddy, her ex-girlfriend, her parents and the outcomes of her pathological lying while her sugar daddy’s wife ( Diana Agron I KNOW) poses a threat to her existence. It’s a comedy and it’s very funny. The set ups were hilarious, the plot twists were un anticipated and the horror music score was so unconventional but it fit perfectly.
6. Our love story (2016, South Korea):
It is probably the most realistic portrayal of a queer couple in their twenties on film. The messiness of it, the misunderstandings, having to hide the relationship from disapproving parents. It is very cute and heartwarming at times, with the lingering shots of typical Korean indie films, and at times it gives you a reality check that relationships are very messy.
7. Saving Face (2004, USA):
Alice Wu’s first child, this is the best lesbian rom-com to exist and that’s on period. The situational comedy, the lovely relationship between the two leads, and a happy ending, Happiest Season could never. It also deals with very serious topics like pregnancy at an older age and homophobic parents with so much sensitivity and light humor. A totally feel-good movie.
8. Kajillionaire (2020, USA):
Evan Rachel Wood was my bisexual awakening and the woman is horribly underrated in film. She portrays this odd girl in this film who has been raised by her con man parents to just cheat the system and engage in petty robberies. Her journey of breaking out of her toxic parents and finding someone who cares for her gave me goosebumps. The movie is brilliantly written and directed by Miranda July and its quirky aesthetic and satire of the system makes it one of a kind. Also Gina Rodriguez is so cute.
9. Fire (1996, India and Canada):
This film overcame a lot of hurdles and managed to provide authentic queer representation in the Indian Demographic as early as 1996. It also ends on a positive note which is really commendable. The acting, the scriptwriting, the themes of yearning, confusion, and coming to terms with your sexuality against the dogmatic and patriarchal society of India makes this film a must-watch. Especially if you’re South Asian.
10. I care a lot (2020, USA): This dark comedy portrays the sapphic lead to be a villain but I honestly loved the film for a multitude of reasons. The plot aka Rosamund Pike’s suits and Eiza Gonzalez’s sunglasses were pathbreaking. Jokes aside, the plot was really unique and it treated the sapphic couple like a regular one which was refreshing. On top of that, the age difference in the couple made my heart rate increase a lot so there’s that. The movie in itself is truly brilliant oh yes and Tyrion Lannister did so well I love him.
This list is in no way exhaustive. It doesn’t have enby and trans masc lesbians, and they are still seriously underrepresented in movies. We also need more black and brown women to portray sapphic relationships. I’m Indian and Fire was literally the only queer movie I had watched as a kid. So we mostly grow up with limited to zero representation. I hope it’ll change soon and people will stop making lesbian period dramas where nobody ends up happy.
Tell me how you guys liked these movies
#lgbtq community#sapphic#wlw film#women loving women#film#queer representation#queer film#wlw love#half of it#saving face#kajillionaire#i care a lot#women
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