#older ceo lesbian

[sprambles]

I have come to the conclusion that gender fluidity to me is less about what gender I am and more what is the overly specific them of the day

[elliesmainhoe]

Ellie Williams Headcanons : RichOlderWoman!Ellie

I got this as an ask but Tumblr ate it 😱 so here you go anon.

Okay Okay. So, first things first, from day one Ellie was always adamant when saying that you were NEVER her sugar baby.

you were just her controversially young girlfriend who she liked to spoil and have perched on her lap during boring business meetings.

speaking of SPOLING-

she regularly takes you on trips to expensive high end malls which exclusively house designer brands and WILL buy you anything you look at as long as you hold her hand while you both walk around.

but CEO Ellie Williams is a busy woman, and doesn't always have a long enough interval between meetings to keep you company.

in those cases she simply kisses you cheek and forehead before handing you a small black card and saying "give me a show of everything you buy when I get home, hm?"

arthritis may be fast approaching but those hips do not slow

(jk she's only in her late thirties, and you know for a fact the extent of working out she does keeps her joints in check)

in fact she gives the best strap game. the experience and the variety of expensive toys and the regular gym routine = 🤩

always her arm candy

every once in a while after lovingly gazing at you for a little too long, looking at your soft supple thighs, pink lipstick coated lips and shiny hair cascading beautifully from your head. she feels insecure?

it's an odd feeling.

an unfamiliar feeling.

but Ellie is mature, it's one thing you admire about herand she knows that a problem won't be resolved unless she talks to you.

so she does, and as soon as the voices of concern fall from her lips, you soon put those thoughts to rest <333

she does the same to you!!

it was a normal day, you woke up to a cup of coffee on your bed side, a small pastry from your favorite bakery, a credit card and a note which read:

"Good Morning my love, I completely forgot about the early morning meeting I had today. I got you some pastries as an apology, I'm sorry we can't go shopping today like we planned, but here's my card and the driver can take you to the mall.

Love you pretty girl, Ellie x"

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it was a while later when Joel, your driver, pulled up outside the office building, you thanked him swiftly and walked quickly towards the automatic doors of 'Williams Enterprises Headquarters', expensive jimmy choo heels clicking against the concrete entrance. The security guard, Bob, nodded his head in greeting and you returned the gesture with a smile.

The receptionist was... different. the usual blonde haired girl was replaced by a middle aged woman with greying hair, deep set wrinkles imbedded in pale skin. "Hi what can I do for you today?" a high squeaky voice came from her mouth. a tone of voice you knew from years of retail work and customer service, you winced instinctively.

"Hi, I'm here to see Miss Williams." you reply, fingers tightening on the strap of the mulberry purse Ellie had gifted you for your 2nd anniversary a few months passed.

"hmmm. I don't see you on the schedule, do you have an appointment?" she smiled, the fakeness clear and tone of voice irritated.

"oh, uhm no. I'm her girlfriend" silence. the fake smile plastered on the woman's face falling, as she looked over behind her to a colleague who nodded in confirmation of the story you had given her.

"sorry if this is intrusive kid, but aren't you a little young." she spoke, and chewed a piece of him you hadn't noticed before rather obnoxiously. "I mean I can tell you're..." her eyes scanned your frame "reaping the benefits."

"I mean, god I can't blame you" she continued " if I had the looks and youth I once did I would happily suck off anyone for chanel. Now tell me doll, how much surgery has Mrs. Williams paid for you to have done, surely those tits aren't real?"

you quickly brushed past her, ignoring the intrusive questions and stepped into the elevator, pressing the floor Ellie's office resided on.

the site of you immediately brought a smile onto your girlfriend's previously pinched and visibly frustrated face. "Hi pretty girl,", she pushed out her chair from behind her desk, patting her thigh for you to sit on. "Hi Els." the frown you couldn't quite erase from your features furrowed your brows in a way Ellie couldn't ignore.

"What happened baby? you upset with me for leaving earlier?" she asked softly, adjusting you on her lap and kissing your temple. "nah it's not that- I just-" your hands instinctively began playing with Ellie's fingers, twisting the ring on her index finger slowly. "the new lady, in reception. she said something-" you sighed. "and I just can't shake it."

"do you think that, I'm a burden? that the fact I'm so young means I'm leeching off you? I don't want to do that Ells. I like dresses and bags and makeup and you give that to me because you can, but I just- if you ever don't want to buy me stuff, please tell me Ells, I don't want to take and take and take when you don't want me to."

a soft chuckle shook Ellie's chest "pretty girl, look at me. The reason I work is to spoil you, the reason I go to these bullshit meetings with these stuckup assholes is to give you and me a life where money is no object. I love you sweet girl" she kissed your plush lips, the tension seemingly draining out of your body at the touch.

"now, which receptionist said that?"

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A/N: cute little hc and drabble to get me back into the swing of things.

[lets-get-kraken-boys]

💖✨ Just a yandere woman CEO obsessed with her adorable assistant <3 ✨💖

[⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: Not proofread I just wanted to post something because I miss you guys :3, LESBIANS this is a woman loving woman fic! Reader is portrayed as a female, 🔞 gets a little raunchy 18+ near the end with some kissing and touching but you don’t go too far, yandere, some talk of an affair but not regarding Reader or our lovely Ms. CEO]

Imagine an incredibly strict older woman who has learned to leave love and men in the past. She’s been running this company all on her own for several years now, it’s her life’s work and her pride and joy. She’s married to her work since she wouldn’t want to be married to anything else at the moment. Men only disappoint, so what's the point of even trying to form a relationship with one. After all, she's so well known now that anyone who is trying to form bonds with her now is after her fortune or her estate. A waste of time.

Then, she met you.

You came to her agency one afternoon for a meeting of your boss' company and hers, something about collaborating together to build up the value of both of your stocks. Whatever, it wasn't like she needed extra cash in her pocket, but she was willing to listen if he proved to be entertaining.

Though she wasn't really looking forward to creating a partnership with the obviously money-hungry man, her eyes widened when he brought you into the room after their introductions. You were his assistant at the time, and he made sure to get good use out of you. She could tell he ran you ragged from hell and back. You slouched a little and you looked quite uncomfortable in the scarlet red stiletto heels he no doubt required you to wear. However, through the exhaustion, she could see your bright eyes, gorgeous smile, and beauty beyond it all. It was more than beauty though. She felt like she'd seen you before in a dream, like she's known you for a lifetime and more. You're so familiar, yet she knowns she's never met you before.

Despicable. To force such a stunning woman such as yourself run ragged around the town. She could provide so much better for you, she would make you see that.

During the meeting all she could do was stare at you. How you fixed your hair back out of your face as you wrote notes on your laptop, how you answered you boss' questions with hesitancy and a sort of weak tone. She wanted to snap his head off when he barked at you to speak up and "show some respect for your employer". Yet he acted like the perfect, charming gentleman towards herself. She couldn't take this anymore. She called a 15 minute break and said she needed a moment to think over his "compelling" proposition.

As you walked off, she discreetly trailed behind. You headed to the restroom and she made a point to hang outside by the communal coffeemaker. When you came out, she came up to you with a Styrofoam cup and a gentle smile. Just seeing the way your pretty eyes brighten up at the kind gesture made her heart soar, and the shiver that raced down her spin when your fingers brushed against her made her feel electric.

You two chatted for the remainder of the break, and she strategically dropped the question over you and your boss' situation. She provided her shoulder to cry on as you lamented your woes over you boss, how he's...nice yeah right but he can be a little tough at times. The position pays well enough and it's nice to not have to work in the hot sun all day as your income, but it would be nice to not have to run around the town and retrieve miniscule things as his little lap dog all the time.

She simply slipped you a her card and gave you wink (you couldn't help but notice there was a strange, darker look in her eyes as she scanned you up and down) and told you to stop by whenever you felt the urge, but to look at the back of the card when you head out. As she walked off to go deny that selfish bastard's shit of an idea, you looked down at the card. On paper was a date and time for two days from now right below her name and the address of her agency.

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It had been three months since that fateful day and she couldn't be happier.

She held a private meeting, just the two of you she can't wait to start calling these meetings a date, those two days later. She offered you a position as her personal assistant at her company instead of your current employer. When you thought of declining, she passed a piece of paper over to you that read a number with more zeros than you could process. She said this is what you would make a year with full benefits and plenty of opportunity for growth as it would be the base amount you'd make. It was easily triple your current salary.

With little hesitation, you put in your two weeks with your company, and with a swift call on from her side, you never had to go back to that company to fulfill those two weeks. She said he owed her a favor of some kind and he would repay it through letting you be free she actually found juicy blackmail material of him and one of his employees for a scandalous affair against his wife, but she would never tell you that.

In no time, you begun being her little pet. The job was great at first; she treated you with great respect, patience, and the tasks she gave you weren't even that difficult. It was like a dream come true. Then, it begun to change.

Suddenly, she enforced a dress code policy that felt like it only applied to you. It was mandatory for "all women or female presenting" read just for you workers in her establishment to done pencil skirts, sleek high heels, and a blazer that cut down deep into the cleavage. Don't worry about not meeting the dress code, she'll help you out! When you explained you didn't have many clothes of this variety in your closet, she quickly cleared her day and went on a shopping spree with you. Luxury brands, private fitting rooms, tailors and seamstresses all around took your measurements and were sent off to construct a dozen and more outfits for you to wear in the office. All the while, Ms. CEO sat and watched you model the attire. If the skirt wasn't short enough, she'd direct them to hem a few inches higher. If the cut wasn't deep enough on the blazer, she'd come in close and open the blazer to her desired bust viewing. You couldn't help but heat up tremendously as she worked her way around you, staring at your everything, and touching what felt like all of your intimate parts.

After that was done, she took you to a decadent lunch at a high class restaurant where the waiters and chefs seemingly all knew her by first name. She finished her small portion rather quickly, but she made a point to move her chair next to yours and chat beside you. You felt uncomfortable with her being so close and not eating, but she insisted you continue your food, saying she liked to watch you eat as the expressions you made at the exquisite food filled her more than any other meal could. She kept it to herself that it was mostly because it fueled her desire to know that she could provide for you. To feed you and clothe you. It was paradise to finally have someone to spoil.

At the end of the day, she took you back to your home in her private limo with her driver at the helm. She walked you to your front door, thanked you for indulging her and for such a wonderful day, and bid you a good night. She kissed the back of your hand, leaving behind a bloody red mark of a lipstick kiss as she marked you as hers. Her cute little assistant. She couldn't wait to make you her wife, and that joy carried her home the entire drive home.

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One last idea: Our lovely Ms. CEO needs to attend a super ritzy, widely news pressed, gala of some sort, but she needs a partner to go with her! Everyone else is bringing a date, she'd be mortified she's could care less what the press thinks to be sent alone for the seventh year in a row.

So, she asks you to go with her as her sexy arm candy date. You reluctantly agree since you're just that nice and would hate her to feel humiliated going alone. :((

She's got you right where she wants you, darling~

So, you two go. She picks you up the day before, takes you to get a custom dress made personally for you. Skimpy and tight for her to eye fuck you and devour you all night, but still classy enough that you'll be the most elegant person attending.

You two walk in with the interviewers dotted around going nuts for her showing up with a date this year. You flush and make a point to clarify you aren't dating, but she pulls you along with a scoff at the newscasters.

She pulls you inside, and you two mingle, you never being allowed to stray from her side. She takes you over to the fancy bar, and loads you up with drink after drink, saying she wants you to enjoy the evening and have fun. However, with every drink she pushes on you, you realize too late that she's hardly even nursed the first drink she got an hour ago. You feel light headed and are no doubt way past tipsy.

She pulls you off with a grin, coddling you and holding your face, asking if you were alright in a babying tone. After meekly nodding your head, she yanks you over to the dance floor. She pulls you in close, and since she's at least a head taller than you, she makes sure that you rest your head on her breast. She sways you back and forth on your wobbling knees and you feel hot. You can feel every part of her body smooshed up against yours.

You whine at her hand gripping your hips as they drift lower to your thighs and ass. She whispers sweet nothings in your ears, pressing her red lipstick-covered lips against your ear when she nibbles.

You can't stop her as she pulls you away from the crowd and back to her limo. Once inside, she's kissing you senseless and maneuvering one of her hands to keep you shoved deep into her open-mouthed kiss. All you can acknowledge is her tongue stroking yours in a sensual curl and her other hand shimmying up the deep slit in your fancy dress to dance her fingers around your cute white panties.

You're starting to wonder if the money is really worth it anymore.

Can you guys tell I have no idea how big companies or money work? Lol, no, this was in no way, shape, or form meant to be a realistic view of how CEOs or big companies run. I just want a sexy dominate woman to adore me obsessively, pay for my wants and my desire for pretty dresses, and screw me senseless til I see stars.

Teehee~! ✨💖

Love,

Kraken 🐙

[lunatic-pudge]

Scout, Pyro, Demo, Medic, Sniper, and Spy Relationship Headcanons

Can you tell which ones are my absolute favorite:')

Scout

• Unsurprisingly, it takes him a long time to get over his infatuation of Ms. Pauling (I'm 110% convinced she's a lesbian), so you must be basically a deity to be catching his attention (though he'd the type to flirt with EVERYONE)

• Golden retriever energy, also youngest child energy. Constantly wants to do everything for you but also needs constant attention. He's also used to be getting picked on by the other mercs and his older brothers so he'll be going to you for validation. But he also doesn't want to appear weak so it'll take some time to break through his (fragile) shell.

• Love language: physical touch and acts of services. Will be constantly trying to act like a macho man for you but will also beg to hold your hand. Cuddles are constant. He may not be good at being a handyman, but my gods he's gonna try his darndest. Plz tell him that he did a good job, he's trying his best.

• He's the best person to go to if you wanna go on randon and unexpected adventures. One minute you're both in Teufort, the next your across country at the beach up east coast. Poor thing gets yelled at a lot for just uping and leaving without notice.

• Local snack dealer. Ma is always making sure that he's got sweets on hand. His room has care packages from her with some of the most wholesome letters from her and the box if FILLED to the brim with sweets, treats, and soda

Pyro

• My little baby boo, a wholesome partner who would kill for you. Can get jealous very easily so you might have to hold them back from committing manslaughter.

• Love language: quality time and gift giving. Time with Pyro is time well spent. Constantly just wants to be in the same room with you. They don't do well when you're not around. Also loves to give gifts. Most of their gifts consit of stuffed animals and handmade drawings. Your room will be filled with gifts from this goofball.

• In my opinion, they're a lot more there than people realize. Some days are better than others though. They were literally CEO of an engeneering company! And I believe they made all their weapons to but I could be wrong on that. Homie is definitely reliable when they're having a good day, but on the bad days, just sit and spend time with them. You don't gotta say anything, just knowing your right there beside them is enough conformation to know you'll always be there no matter what.

• You two are little troublemakers. You'll constantly be up to no good with them. It seems like harmless fun, but you've both almost burnt down the base five times just this month!

Demoman

• Probably one of the best lovers you could have out of all the mercs (aside from Engie, they're competing for the number one spot). I'm deducting points cause of the nonstop alcohol consumpution. :(

• But he is a happy goofy dunk so thank gods for that. Always happy to be here. Very attentive, caring, cuddly, overall a good person to date or even just be friends with.

• Cause the constant alcohol ruined a good portion of his memory (and Medic as well), he writes down every little detail of you that he can in a little journal he secretly keeps on his person. Important dates, likes, dislikes, ect. The man has it on file in case of emergencies.

• Love language: gift giving and act of services. He works three jobs and makes over 5 mil a year, he's LOADED. He's gonna buy you the world if you ask. Definitely good at money managing so he never worried at how much gifts cost. He's also gonna try his darndest to help you out with any problems, though it can be a bit hard when you're constantly drunk. Hims trying his best, okay?

• Wants his mom to approve of you but knows how critical she is of him. Poor baby has some self-esteem issuses cause of her so please give him lots of love and support. It's hard when your mom never has anything nice to say about you and compares you to everyone else. It's a neverending struggle. :(

Medic

• You're definitley into weird and questionable people if you like this man, and that means we're best friends now. :D

• He will ask you to help him out with surgeries and organizing his lab. You're hims little nurse. He'd probably (absolutley) be getting you a nurse outfit with his symbol on it.

• He's very much the possessive type. What's his is HIS, no if, ands, buts, or questions about it. Would put a tracker in you so he knows where you are at all times, but someone would have to talk him out of doing it... for now...

• Constantly talks about you to his birds, if any on them ever have babies, he's naming one after you. Would get you a stuffed dove plushie to cuddle with at night when he can't be there with you

• Love language: physical touch and quality time, you're ALWAYS welcomed in his lab, in fact, he expects you to be there with him. Is the type to ask you to grab something and will graze his hands against yours when grabbing it from you. (then give a shit eating smirk afterwards) He'd also be the type to stand VERY close to you, and stand behind you in an intimidating way to keep others from talking to you.

Sniper

• This man is my all time baby boy so I have LOTS to say about him and how much I love him :')

• Is someone who takes a while to get close to, especially in a romantic way. He's just a shy little boy who's used to being alone. But isn't introverted, just has introverted tendencies (you literally see him hanging out with some of the other mercs in Expiration Date)

• Love language: words of affirmations and physical touch, he sucks at verbally saying how he feels about you but will leave cute little love notes around for you to find. He's also VERY touched-starved so he will just flat out lay on top of you if you let him. Loves hearing you say how much you love him, plz just hold his hands and say how much he means to you, he might just cry from it.

• Is also someone who goes on random adventures, but they're usually just out and away from everyone. But I could see him taking you to a zoo or aquarium to look at the animals. But you're not allowed to go to a Humane Society cause you'll be walking out with all the animals they have and raising them like they're your babies,

Spy

• Another gremlin who takes a long time to warm up to you. He's a grumpy old man who's never really been with someone in such a serious light (aside from Scout's Ma)

• Love language: gift giving and words of affirmation, another merc who would buy you the world if you asked. Will only buy you the best of the best and will throw hands with someone if it's not up to his standards. He could go on about his love for you. His words sound like poetry. You'd wake up with a bouquet of roses and one of the most beautiful love letters anyone has ever read.

• Is 50/50 on PDA, he'll wrap an arm around your waist, call you beautiful, and give you a peck on the cheek in front of others but that's about it. Any extreme PDA is to be in private or you're getting a scolding.

• Would definitely help you learn French. He's way more patient with you than anyone else. You've seen him yell and insult every merc a couple times (Scout getting the brunt of it), but he refuses to ever say anything negative about you

• Definitely the bragging type. He'll put you on a pedestal and go on about how gorgeous you are. How you were crafted by gods, and so on. He thinks he's better than everyone else so if you're with him, than you're right up there with him.

[terapsina]

Now that the writers and actors strike is about to begin being felt (and as we wait for those greedy billion dollar companies who are refusing to negotiate fair pay and conditions to give up) here's 10 of my favorite (all around best) fully finished older series you should definitely check out if you haven't watched.

I mean it, these are the shows with continuously great writing and a satisfying endings that manage to actually deliver on their promises.

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1. Leverage - (containing 5 seasons, or 77 episodes) - trailer here.

Hitter, Hacker, Grifter, Thief and Mastermind. Heists and cons. Stealing from the rich and giving to their victims. They provide... leverage.

Meant for anyone who enjoys bad guys being the best good guys, who will burn down the lives of evil CEOs and then gloat in the background. Very satisfying.

Hands down the best example of a found family trope I've ever seen on screen. Barring none.

2. Killjoys - (containing 5 seasons, or 50 episodes) - trailer here.

Space Bounty Hunters. Another case of found family trope. Bisexual space princess assassin. Quippy sentient ship. Green alien goo. Evil lesbians (but like... in a good way). The warrant is all.

More seriously though, it's a story about three killjoys and the bounties they go after. Initially. And then they have to save the entire Quad from some very terrifying... stuff.

Contains one of the best friendships I've ever seen on television.

3. Orphan Black - (containing 5 seasons, or 50 episodes) - trailer here.

Found family trope but with clones.

Low level grifter sees a woman who looks exactly like her kill herself and plans to take over her identity long enough to cash out. Except then there's two other women who also look exactly like her. And apparently they're all clones and someone's killing them.

Enter a global conspiracy. Human experimentation. Lots of clone shenanigans. Some serial killings. And a few murders 💖.

4. Person of Interest - (containing 5 seasons, or 103 episodes) - trailer here.

Okay I'm beginning to see how I might have a found family trope issue.

Former CIA agent gets recruited by a reclusive billionaire computer programmer who developed a... machine that can predict acts of terror before they happen. But it also predicts 'irrelevant' acts of violence that will result in someone's death.

Unless someone interferes.

I'd really like to spoil some stuff to get you all to watch this one. But I'm going to maintain self control and just mention that early on they get a dog named Bear. Bear is a very good boy. Watch it for Bear.

Also for excellent commentary on rights of privacy, government surveillance and what does 'greater good' even mean? But mostly Bear.

5. 12 Monkeys - (containing 4 seasons, or 47 episodes) - trailer here.

The very best time travel show out there. What starts out as a confusing mess of causality basically exploding, by the end of the series all makes complete and total sense.

(when that final timey-whimey loop slid into place and revealed the entire pattern it was like a choir of angels started singing in the back of my head. It was freaking glorious).

Anyway, a man from a post apocalyptic future travels into the past to stop a plague from decimating nearly the entire world population.

He has the name of the man who released the virus and it's supposed to be a single trip. One trip. One bullet. Simple. Done.

Except then things keep escalating, and escalating until time begins eating its own tail and it might start looking like the end of the world might be a better ending than erasing all of time and space from reality.

Because when our guys screw it up, they screw it up GOOD.

And oh yeah... found family.

6. The Good Place - (containing 4 seasons, or 53 episodes) - trailer here.

A self-proclaimed Arizona dirtbag opens her eyes and finds out that she's dead and got accepted in the Good Place. Except that as soon as she arrives the Good Place starts glitching, and she really, REALLY needs to become a better person before she can be found out and kicked out to the Bad Place.

Luckily her assigned soulmate was a professor of ethics and moral philosophy.

One of the funniest, most thoughtful and clever comedies I've ever watched. Ever. The characters are delightful and by the time the final minute rolled around I had sobbed my heart out multiple times (which, as we all know, is a sign of the very best comedies out there).

As for the question of whether or not this too contains Found Fami- Yes! Obviously, yes.

7. Avatar: the Last Airbender - (containing 3 seasons, or 61 episodes) - intro here (couldn't locate the trailer but it's basically the same thing in this case).

The four nations lived in harmony. Until the Fire Nation attacked.

It's been a hundred years since the beginning of the war when two kids from the Southern Water Tribe find a boy frozen in ice and wake him up. A boy who's able to bend all four elements... though not very well.

Enter multi-nation flying road trip (thank you Appa, we love you most of all) as they try to find teachers for the Avatar and save the world.

Includes found family (shut up), amazing fight scenes, the most heartfelt and vivid characters ever, and the best example of a redemption arc actually done well.

8. Love Between Fairy and Devil - (containing 1 season, or 36 episodes) - trailer here.

This one gutted me. I'm saying this as a compliment. But it had to be said. Completely destroyed me. I just haven't been the same.

A love story between an Orchid Fairy and the leader of the Moon Tribe that starts out with her accidentally releasing him from millennia long imprisonment and then takes you through the caleidoscope of all possible human emotions (it's a body-swap comedy through the first part, then a romcom, then a dramatic romantic tale, and finally a tragic love story).

But it's such a satisfying slow burn.

And it carries this... humanity through the whole thing that makes it so visceral.

If you're a romantic who's very tired of instalove and characters dropping all their morals because 'ooh, attractive person' then you've got to watch this. Because this story does NOT take the easy road there.

(my more extensive rec for this series can be found here)

9. Star Wars: The Clone Wars - (containing 7 seasons, or 133 episodes) - fanmade trailer here (it was better than any of the official ones).

This series did so much. Introduced Ahsoka Tano, and made us love her. Gave names and faces and souls to the Clone Troopers (okay, it's the same face but you know what I mean), to a point where their endings during Order 66 destroyed me just as much as the ending of the Jedi Order. And somehow made me both love Anakin AND be a million times more angry with him.

There are some arcs in this series that might be a bit weaker. But there were some... god, there's a reason I love Clone Wars more than any other series or trilogy in this universe. And I'm not even a little ashamed to say it.

Must watch for Disaster Lineage shenanigans; for the vod'e; AND for the Jedi (who did their best okay? They always did their best 😭💔).

(and on the subject of found family... do I even need to comment)

10. Nikita - (containing 4 seasons, or 73 episodes) - trailer here.

A rogue assassin that escaped Division - covert government agency that takes recruits out of prison, fakes their deaths and then forces them to become spies and assassins - has come back to take it down. Brick by brick if she has to. With guns and explosives too when that works better.

Contains soooo many cool fight scenes. Is full of incredible characters you'll fall in love with (and hate with) very quickly. And most of all has an incredibly complex relationship of mentorship and friendship between two women that holds both great admiration and betrayal, real care and love as well as rage and hatred, forgiveness, mutual respect and an unbreakable kind of bond that so very rarely involves even one female character on TV, let alone two.

(as usual, found family tropes up the wazzoo).

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In conclusion. We all know there's going to be a large space between seasons of our favorite shows now (and some shows that aren't going to survive it). Let's fill that space with some excellent TV we haven't had a chance to see yet.

And direct the blame for the wait towards the right place (i.e. the studios).

[suguruwithabow]

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Satoru is a prostitute.

An escort, if you prefer it, but still a whore. She knows it, it's not that she doesn't know it, but sometimes it almost seems like she can pretend she isn't.

She wakes up when the sun is already high — she's never been a morning person and has never had a reason to change this habit of hers. Blades of light cut through the dark room, painting abstract figures on the white wooden panel at the door of the massive wardrobe pressed against the wall.

The bed is empty, obviously.

Satoru watches the specks of dust floating through the rectangles of light in front of her for what feels like an eternity; hours could pass, and she wouldn't notice.

She lingers among the sheets a little longer. They're freshly laundered, smooth against her skin, of excellent quality like every single tile in that enormous house. She groans as she stretches her muscles, stiff from sleep, the blankets tangled around her legs, her rebellious white hair tickling her face.

She rolls over to the other half of the bed, the side where Suguru sleeps. It's cold, lifeless, the sheets seem barely disturbed, and the pillow has just a small indentation where she rested her head the night before. Suguru sleeps very neatly, still as a mummy; you wouldn't even notice she's there, betrayed only by the occasional soft snore.

Satoru buries her face in the pillow and inhales deeply, taking in the scent of Suguru's shampoo buried beneath the more persistent smell of detergent. She feels warm, wet, and nervous. She clutches the sheets in her fists, pulling them slightly as if blaming them for the other woman's absence.

She presses her legs together, easing the throbbing sensation between her thighs. She squirms, letting out muffled sighs and gasps into the soft memory foam pillow where her face is buried, rolling onto one side, then the other, roughing up the bed linens around her.

She climbs onto the mattress, leveraging the headboard and sits up, moaning as she straddles Suguru's pillow. A sound of appreciation escapes her lips as her swollen clit rubs delicately against the pillowcase, covered only by a pair of light blue lace panties she doesn't even remember wearing last night.

She throws her head back, her white hair has grown longer and tickles her shoulders as she tilts her neck, rolls her hips and it doesn't take her long to find the right angle, the one that sends shivers down her spine and makes her feel like her insides are knotting in the bottom of her stomach.

She lets lewd moans stain her lips; one thing she loves about this house is that no matter how loud she is, no one would still be able to hear her.

She rides the pillow like it's her lover's face, moans her name like she can hear her, pinches her nipples until she screams because Suguru isn't there to do it for her and doesn't stop until she cums shaking, muscled burning from the effort, a trickle of drool dripping down her lips swollen from biting them too hard.

She grips the soft pillow between her legs tightly, slips her hands under Suguru's black t-shirt that she fell asleep in, and wraps her own arms around her hips. She likes to be hugged after an orgasm.

***

Satoru is a prostitute, and she knows it. There's no need to remind her.

After her shower, she goes to the living room with her hair still wet. The Italian leather of the sofa sticks annoyingly to her thighs — a real shame because Satoru finds that couch so elegant. She believes it’s an important design piece; it certainly looks like one.

Suguru bought her a PlayStation along with a ton of video games. Satoru asked for some really violent ones, and Suguru openly expressed her disapproval — but she bought them anyway.

She picks one from the shelf of the bookcase that Suguru emptied for her games and plays until Kuroi comes to prepare her lunch. Even though she’s paid to do it, Satoru thinks it’s rude to play in another room while someone is making her food, so she pauses the game and goes to the kitchen to keep her company.

Actually, she’s pretty sure Kuroi considers her a nuisance, but until she openly tells her she doesn’t want her there, Satoru will keep staying in the kitchen as always.

Kuroi is rather boring. It’s not that Satoru dislikes her; she’s just uninteresting. She never talks about herself or her life, she just cooks. She dresses like a nun, and although Satoru is convinced she’s not even forty yet, she seems much older than her age, mainly because of the gray strands visible in her bun, which she doesn’t bother to dye.

Suguru has so many employees, so many that Satoru probably hasn’t even met them all. Her favorite is Miguel, the gardener, a huge man with dark skin and heavy gold earrings in his lobes. He’s quite friendly and the most willing to talk to Satoru, but unfortunately, he only comes to the house on Thursday mornings for a few hours.

There’s Laure, an interior designer who occasionally changes a piece of furniture or a rug for Suguru. There’s Utahime, who handles the cleaning and is the one who hates Satoru the most because she says Satoru slows her down and bullies her every time she tries to work. Then there’s Mei Mei, a voluptuous woman with long silver hair who’s supposed to be some sort of accountant — or something like that. And finally, there are Mimiko and Nanako, twins, respectively a stylist and a makeup artist who take care of Suguru’s appearance when she has to attend official events.

Everyone in that house works for Suguru, and Satoru spends so much time locked inside there she might start to believe the whole world actually works for Suguru.

She sits on the marble countertop of the kitchen island, swings her legs like a child, and bombards Kuroi with questions, to which the cook responds only with monosyllables or brief, concise phrases.

Boring. At least Utahime gets angry and her reactions are fun to watch. Kuroi never gives her that satisfaction.

She prepared one of her usual refined dishes, what seems to be ravioli with a vegetable velouté — or something like that. Definitely delicious and inviting.

When the cook moves to put away the used dishes, Satoru tries to help, only to receive a brusque gesture in return.

«Sit down, Miss Satoru.» Kuroi says, putting the pots in the dishwasher.

«Oh, come on, Kuroi, let me help you. I feel guilty eating while you clean.» she smiles, tilting her head slightly to one side.

«I'm here because I got paid, Miss Satoru, just like you. Do your job, and I'll do mine.»

The words hang heavily in the air, and even more heavily in the girl's heart as she retreats, stunned.

Yes, everyone in this house works for Suguru, and at the end of the day, so does she. Kuroi ends cleaning and, with a polite "goodbye," leaves quietly like a little mouse, closing the heavy front door behind her.

Satoru doesn’t reply, but it doesn’t seem like Kuroi cares. She pushes the ravioli around on her plate and eats just a few before losing her appetite and throwing the rest into the trash. She does her best to hide it under a piece of paper towel. If Suguru sees she threw away her pasta, she’ll get mad at her, and honestly, Satoru doesn’t have the energy to deal with her.

***

Satoru is a prostitute, she knows it, god! She knows it.

She goes to the gym that afternoon, partly because she has nothing better to do and partly because her job requires her body to always be in perfect shape. Since she started living with Suguru, she’s already gained more weight than she’d like to admit.

She has a premium membership at an ultra-modern gym for the filthy rich, with a private locker room, spa access, and unlimited energy drinks. She has to admit that most of the time she goes there just to take some cute photos to post on her Pinterest profile, those incredibly staged “daily life” shots that often appear in lifestyle folders. Sometimes she’s there just for the spa treatment or the Gatorade.

She does her thirty minutes of cardio, a bit of stretching, some dumbbell exercises just to feel good about herself, and walks out through the sliding doors with an empty plastic bottle and her skin smelling like coconut oil.

When she gets home, all she has to do is set the table because Kuroi has already prepared dinner for her and Suguru. So she sits in the living room to wait, updating her Pinterest feed and adding crazy things to her wishlist. She doesn’t actually buy them — except for the PlayStation, she’s never asked Suguru anything and is happy with every gift she gets.

The heavy front door opens, and Satoru springs to her feet like a coil. She runs to the hallway where Suguru is getting rid of her everyday jewelry, letting them fall into a Murano glass catch-all, tinkling pleasantly. That colorful catch-all probably holds millions of yen.

As always, she’s stunning in her Dolce & Gabbana suit, tailored by Yaga, her personal tailor, to the perfect curve of her body. Satoru is tall and slim with good proportions, but Suguru is a blessing for the eyes.

She’s tall, not as tall as Satoru but taller than the average Japanese woman. Her tanned skin has a natural golden hue that perfectly matches her honey irises, surrounded by thick dark lashes like her hair — long, glossy as threads of silk, and shining like a starry night.

Her breasts are heavy and soft, covered by her clothes but not hidden. Her thighs are thick and plush, and Satoru loves to grab them with her hands when they have sex.

Her slim waist seems made to be held by Satoru as she pulls her in for a kiss. Her lips, tinted with Charlotte Tilbury lipstick, taste like vanilla on her tongue, and Satoru can never get enough. She’s never been this attracted to anyone as she is to Suguru.

The woman takes off her blazer and lets the white-haired girl approach to give her a welcome home kiss. Suguru wraps her arms around her neck, staining her lips with lipstick and filling the space around them with the sound of their tongues clashing and heavy breathing.

«Welcome home.» Satoru says between kisses, placing her hands on Suguru's hips. The woman moans against her lips, pressing her body against hers before pulling back with a smacking sound and putting some distance between them.

«I'm going to take a shower, get undress and wait for me in the bedroom.» order.

«Don't you want to have dinner first?» Satoru asks her, following her into the hallway where Suguru is unbuttoning her blouse as she heads towards the bathroom.

«No, I don't feel like it now.» she says. Satoru does as asked and goes upstairs after her, entering the bedroom where Utahime changed the sheets and dusted that afternoon. She takes off the tank top and shorts she wore after the gym, along with the underwear which she folds and places on the chaise longue that Laure convinced Suguru to buy.

She remembers when it arrived, Satoru had decided to inaugurate it by bending Suguru over it and fucking her from behind.

A shiver runs down her spine at the thought and she wonders why they didn't use it again afterwards. Satoru usually throws her clothes and bag straight onto it.

She sits on the edge of the bed completely naked, waiting for the water jet from the other room to stop. Suguru always uses a hairdryer, a habit he picked up in Europe, unlike Satoru who lets her wavy snow-colored locks dry in the open air.

Suguru has really long hair, well past mid-back, so it takes an interminable time to dry it properly, but after what seems like hours the hum of the hairdryer stops and finally the door of the room opens.

It was worth the wait because in the doorway Satoru sees Suguru wrapped in a dark blue bathrobe, with her hair down and a little flushed from the heat.

She approaches the bed and lies down on the mattress, letting the bathrobe open over her chest, she lets out a sound of appreciation when she can finally rest. Satoru gets down on all fours and approaches her slowly, looking at her with her hair spread around her face and her eyebrows furrowed.

Sweet, she thinks. Like a sulky kitten.

She lowers herself to her neck to kiss it and suck the small flap of skin under her ear where she’s the most sensitive. She lets her hands slide beyond the hem of her robe and caresses her soft flesh, sending shivers down her stomach.

Her skin is fresh and smells like argan butter and honey, Satoru knows that body wash because she always uses it too and you can tell it's their favorite.

«How was work?» she asks her between kisses, keeping to lick and suck the skin of her neck as her hand travels further and further down towards the trail of soft dark hairs that hide her final goal.

No hickeys, that's Suguru's rule. She doesn't like having visible marks on her body, or at least anything she can't cover with clothes. Sometimes she lets Satoru bite her nipples or leave her finger print on her thighs and the marks stay there for days.

«Normal. That Zen'in bastard drives me crazy, but once the deal is done I won't have to have him around anymore.» she says, settling into Satoru's embrace, who is opening Suguru’s legs so she can work between her thighs.

The “Zen'in bastard” is Naoya. Satoru doesn't know him personally but he seems to be one of the few men who’s able to give her lover a hard time, since his company is involved, Suguru spends a lot more time in the office and Higuruma – Suguru's lawyer – often came to their house lately.

Satoru would like to hit him with her car, so Suguru would be much less stressed. For now though, she's just doing what she knows best to ease her tension.

«I can't wait for this deal to be done and dusted. I miss you.» Satoru whispers, sucking her nipple hard and making the woman beneath her moan. Her fingertips find the center of her flower and caress it with slow, circular motions. With Suguru she always starts slow.

«When I sign the contract I’ll take you on holiday.» she tells her, making Satoru's heart beat as fast as a hummingbird's wings.

She has never made plans with her clients, she knows the circumstantial phrases of sex. “I want to take you to Paris, I want to buy you this thing, I want to marry you.” Satoru knows that it's not true, that her time was bought for the night and that's it, but with Suguru it's different. Suguru does everything she says, buys her everything she lays her eyes on, and takes her wherever she wants.

She keeps drawing small circles around her clit with her thumb and slowly inserts a finger into her opening. She's hot and tight and Satoru has never craved to own a cock so badly just so she can know what it feels like inside her beloved .

Suguru is soft and sensitive, melting under her touch as she grows more and more uninhibited and moans louder and louder. Satoru kisses her neck and chest, plays with her nipples and drinks every gasp, every sob or breath.

She makes her come by pumping two fingers in and out of her, she doesn't stop even when Suguru cries out due to overstimulation with her honey eyes shining with tears.

She turns her over with her face pressed into the mattress and her ass in the air, curling her fingers to hit the sweetest spot that makes her eyes roll back and her body become an incoherent mess.

Satoru knows all the secrets of sex, you can say she's a genius at it, but it's not just a clinical experiment. What really makes sex with Suguru different are her reactions, the faces she makes, the sounds she makes, the sweet taste of her juices. Satoru loves Suguru because she makes her feel hungry. She always wants more and letting her go is so painful, it makes her sick in her stomach.

She makes her come on her fingers two more times before giving her a reprieve where they kiss passionately for at least twenty minutes to the point that their lips are swollen and the mixed saliva has dripped down their chins and chests. Then she eats out her pussy like she's been fasting for months until she screams and by the end of the night her hand is cramping and her jaw feels like it's about to give out, but Suguru has her eyes half closed and a smile on her face so it's worth the pain.

They both have to wash up again after this, they have dinner in their bedroom watching a 90s sitcom, and Satoru falls asleep halfway through the third episode. When she wakes up Suguru is not there, her side of the bed is as tidy as always and the payment notification has arrived on her phone.

Bitterness fills her when she looks at her bank account. Sometimes she wishes Suguru would forget to pay her, to give her the illusion that what they are doing is not just Suguru purchasing a service, yet she never forgets and never fails to remind Satoru of it too.

***

Satoru is a prostitute, and she knows it.

Suguru's house is incredible, designed from top to bottom by the architect Yuki Tsukumo, in a perfect "Miami drug lord in the '80s" style.

It's a bit outside the city, with a huge garden full of tropical and exotic plants. The house has these scandalously spotless glass windows, a bar area with crystal shelves lined with alcohol bottles, two living rooms, one with a bioethanol fireplace included, a billiard room, an ultra-modern, high-tech kitchen, and an indecent number of bedrooms, studies, and bathrooms.

The first time Satoru set foot inside, she felt like she was in a movie. She had no idea that people could be so wealthy as to own a house like that, and it's not even the only house Suguru owns in her name.

Everything is in some shade of black, or at least dark tones. If Bruce Wayne wanted to buy a house in Japan, he’d probably want Suguru's. Yuki Tsukumo is an eccentric woman, but she’s also an exceptional architect, and the house she designed ended up on the cover of one of the most important magazines in the field.

Sometimes, Satoru can’t believe she’s living in a house like that. At first, she felt like a kid in a playground. It was a bit frustrating trying to figure out how to open the hidden cabinets and furniture — she was always afraid of breaking something — but the hot tub and the heated coffee table that kept the tea at the perfect temperature made up for it.

Now that she had explored the whole house, she was starting to get a little bored. She had played with all the available gadgets, and nothing seemed exciting anymore. Besides, she was more of a downtown apartment type, not someone who liked a sprawling mansion. The only thing she still found beautiful about that house was Suguru.

Suguru having breakfast in the morning in a robe, Suguru reading the newspaper on the leather couch, Suguru having tea in the garden, Suguru putting on makeup in front of the huge bathroom mirror, Suguru sitting in her study writing emails, Suguru in their room at night watching TV with blue light-filtering glasses.

All she could think about during the day was Suguru, and not even bothering Utahime gave her the same satisfaction anymore.

However, she has to work, so she buys a set of white lace lingerie and a black dildo online that she plans to use with Suguru. She follows a tutorial on YouTube to do her makeup with the branded products that Suguru had bought to her, puts on the set she just purchased after tearing off the tag, and uses her phone to take photos in front of the mirror.

She chooses her best angles, from the most innocent shots to the most lewd ones where she plays with the dildo between her lips, glues it to the floor with the suction cup and even takes a photo where she has it inserted halfway in, with her lace panties moved aside.

She sends them all to Suguru during her lunch break with attached scandalous messages about her anticipating her return home.

Suguru doesn't answer.

Satoru changes into something normal before Kuroi comes to prepare lunch for her.

***

Satoru is a prostitute, she knows it, even if she wishes she didn't know it.

She masturbates a lot, really a lot. Not because she's particularly horny, but rather because she wants to feel the dopamine coursing through her veins, she wants the foggy mind and artificial happiness induced by the chemicals in her brain.

It's more of an experiment than anything, she masturbates with her hands, with toys and with everything that catches her attention at that moment. Obviously she always cleans everything up afterwards, but something is still missing.

She is a prostitute, but she doesn't like sex.

The only person she has actually been able to enjoy sex with is Suguru. She is the only one she has ever come with, the only one she's ever cuddled with, kissed and held. The only one she shared a bed with even just to watch a movie or sleep.

That evening Suguru comes back home and Satoru greets her at the door like a devoted wife. She kisses her, placing her hands on her hips and undoing her bun in which her long hair is always neatly gathered.

She's so beautiful and the “office siren” looks suits her, but nothing beats Suguru's long inky hair that falls wildly around her shoulders.

While she takes a shower, Satoru sets the table and heats up the dinner made by Kuroi, as soon as she’s done, Suguru returns to the kitchen wearing a black and gray tracksuit, with her hair still a little damp and her phone in her hands.

«You sent me some pictures.» she notes, taking a seat at the table while the girl serves her dinner.

«Yes, do you like them?» she asks her with big blue eyes full of expectation. Suguru smiles at her and the cloud of butterflies in Satoru's stomach goes crazy because Suguru truly has the sweetest smile.

«Very much.» she tells her. Satoru drags her chair a little closer to her and whispers as if she's ashamed that someone might hear.

«I can show it to you later.» she suggests, but the woman shakes her head and turns off the screen.

«I have to work tonight.» she tells her and they finish dinner talking a little about their day.

Suguru goes upstairs and locks herself in her office, Satoru clears the table, washes the dishes and waits a little longer sitting in the living room.

Sometimes Suguru takes her work home, often she just has to write some emails or make some appointments, so she leaves the study door open and Satoru knows she can come in and slip under her desk. They've done it many times in that studio and Satoru has to admit that she loves it, it's like doing it in the office except they can risk and scream as much as they want.

However, if Suguru seriously has to work, locks the door and Satoru knows that they won't do anything that evening.

So she waits again and when it seems like enough time has passed she also goes up to the second floor and walks to Suguru's study.

To her disappointment, when she tries to lower the handle she finds it locked and she hears Suguru on the other side speaking in English, probably to one of her foreign clients.

Satoru drags herself into the bedroom and gets under the covers, she had put the black dildo in the bedside drawer to surprise Suguru, but it looks like it will have to wait.

She uses it on herself, inserting the tip inside, just enough to make her wet, as she pushes it deeper she imagines Suguru entering the room talking on the phone with her client, finding her like this. She grabs the base of the dildo with her free hand and plants it deep inside Satoru, while she cries and bites hard on the hem of her shirt so she won't scream or be heard.

The thought of Suguru remaining impassive as she mistreats her pussy makes her clench tightly around the piece of plastic, afterwards she feels boneless and almost a little embarrassed for having imagined something so humiliating, she would never have let herself be treated this way by none of her clients, but Suguru is definitely the exception to the rule.

Suguru is an exception to many rules.

She falls asleep and forgets to put the toy away. When she wakes up it has disappeared from the nightstand and is placed in the dresser where she and Suguru keep their sex toys, disinfected and wrapped in plastic.

It's a little embarrassing, but Satoru can't help but think of Suguru coming into their room after finishing work and deepthroating the black dildo while tasting her on her tongue.

She's sick, something is definitely wrong inside her, because she gets horny at the thought and has to use it to masturbate again.

***

Suguru has a business dinner that day, so she doesn't come home.

Satoru goes to the gym and plays video games. Without Suguru, she doesn't feel like eating, so Kuroi's dinner stays in the fridge wrapped in plastic. Instead, she grabs a strawberry popsicle from the freezer and heads out to eat it in the garden. It's warm enough now to be outside in the evening, so she puts on one of Suguru's university sweatshirts and brings along a book she's planning to finish.

As the frozen juice drips down her wrist, she thinks about Suguru. Mimiko and Nanako are probably with her, dressing her in a finely crafted, long backless gown, and doing her makeup in that bold style that makes her look like a 1950s movie star.

Will it be an outdoor restaurant? It's warm enough for a dinner on a lit terrace, overlooking the city's skyline. They'll eat gourmet dishes, drink French wine, and at the end of the evening, they'll seal their deals by breaking the caramelized crust of a crème brulée with the tip of a spoon.

She stretches out on the wicker couches in the outdoor lounge — the ones Laure insisted Suguru buy after a vacation in Italy. They're not very comfortable, but the cushions greatly improved the situation. Satoru reads about fifty pages with the popsicle stick still in her mouth before getting a call from Suguru.

«Hello?»

«Hey, pretty girl. What are you doing?» Suguru asks. There’s no background noise, but her voice echoes a bit.

«I'm in the garden, reading a book. Where are you calling from?» she says, sitting up and snapping her book shut.

«I'm in the restaurant bathroom. I needed a break from those old vultures, and I missed you.»

Satoru's heart skips a beat, and she smiles without even realizing it.

«I'll wait for you awake.»

«Don't worry, it'll take a while. You don't have to.»

«But I want to.»

On the other side of the phone, Suguru lets slip a sound that's halfway between a sigh and a laugh.

«What are you wearing, pretty?»

«Your college sweatshirt and shorts.»

«Mh, my sweatshirt? Do you like it?»

«It's very comfortable and warm too.»

«I know, I always wear it when I have a day off.»

«Yes, that's why I wear it. I like that we wear the same things.”

There is a moment of silence, then Satoru, lowering her voice, adds «I like it better when we don't wear anything, though.»

Suguru sighs deeply and Satoru hears the rustle of her dress in the background.

«Darling, do you want to do me a favor?»

«Yes, sure. Anything.»

«Touch yourself for me, hm? Let me hear you.»

Satoru's face is on fire. It’s not the first time that someone makes such a request to her, in fact, even worse requests have been made, but she has never done it on the phone with Suguru and the thought of novelty is electrifying.

«What will your friends at the table say?»

«That it really takes me forever in the bathroom.»

The white-haired girl welcomes her lover's request and whispers lewd phrases to her while she pleasures herself with her hand. She puts the phone on speaker and digs her fingers into her hole complaining about how much she misses Suguru and how empty her house is without her.

Suguru guides her through her orgasm, tells her to pinch her nipples, to go slow or fast, how many fingers to use. Satoru does everything she orders and Suguru knows her really well, because it's amazing and she has to stop several times just not cum at the sound of the woman's sensual voice.

«You're so good, Satoru, you're always so good for me.» she tells her before hanging up the call right after Satoru cums moaning her name.

That evening she waits for her awake and when she returns home she doesn't even have time to admire her in the elegant purple dress she’s wearing, because she finds herself pressed against the front door with Suguru's head between her thighs who is "celebrating" the sale of some shares to her foreign customers.

Satoru has had several orgasms in her life, but the ones Suguru gives her are undoubtedly the best. Suguru makes her cum in a way she can't explain, with her eyes rolled back and her knees shaking.

That evening she is so turned on that she squirts on Suguru's face and chest, stains her beautiful dress and feels terribly mortified. Suguru must like this a lot, though, because they find themselves kissing on the floor with their legs intertwined while rubbing their blood-swollen clits on each other.

All the time Suguru tells her what a good girl she is and Satoru gets excited like a child whose teacher complimented her on her essay.

***

Satoru is a prostitute, and she knows it. Suguru knew it too when they first met.

Let’s be clear: Satoru has never been a streetwalker. She never had to beg for clients outside bars or along sidewalks.

She’s an escort of a certain caliber. She’s good looking, with a beauty that never goes unnoticed — bright blue eyes like gemstones, pale skin like a porcelain doll, and wavy, rebellious snow-white hair. She looks stunning in short, tight dresses that accentuate her tall and slender figure, carries herself well in heels, and has a terribly seductive way of applying lipstick. And she’s young, just twenty-two years old. Everyone wants to get their hands on her.

For years, she’s been sitting at the counters of exclusive lounge bars, engaging in frivolous and boring conversations with men old enough to be her father — or even grandfather — and getting fucked in shiny hotel rooms with towels folded on the bedspread and bottles of champagne chilling in ice.

She’s witnessed ridiculous scenes from the wives of those old perverts in hotel lobbies, pocketed rolled-up banknotes that her clients used to snort cocaine or who knows what else, received roses and jewelry, and heard empty promises of marriage and trips to South America.

Satoru didn’t care at all.

As long as she could get the money and sleep in a comfortable bed, she didn’t care if the promises made to her with her legs spread wide open weren’t kept once they were closed. And to be completely honest, the thought of marrying a man made her sick.

First of all, she didn’t like men. She hated their smell, their rough beards, the taste of their saliva, the coarse hair on their bodies, their voices when they laughed, their large, heavy hands on her body.

She had dealt with so many disgusting men — wolves of the financial market, corrupt politicians, serial cheaters, first-rate misogynists. Maybe her opinion was too shaped by her experience as an escort, but she had seen one of the worst sides of humanity, that’s for sure — the scum that hides beneath layers of glittering gold and rivers of banknotes.

She was used to luxury restaurants, exclusive clubs, skybars, and gala dinners. She was used to seeing trophy wives dressed in designer clothes and covered in jewels, alongside escorts like her with needle-marked arms hidden by scarves and coats.

They all looked the same to her, with the same damned clothes, the same fake laughter, and the same lustful looks.

Only Suguru was different.

When she saw her, it was like she was looking at a sunset for the first time or some nonsense like that.

Suguru confused her mind and left her breathless with just her presence. She was a woman, like her and like all the others, but she was neither a wife nor a prostitute; she was a great white shark thrown into the tank with those ridiculous lesser sharks.

Satoru had seen various women hold power, but it was always a reflection of their husband’s wealth. The wife of an influential man is, in turn, an influential woman. She had seen prostitutes blackmail their clients in exchange for luxury and privileges, but still, all their power depended on men.

Suguru, however, was a star that generated its own light.

When she first saw her, she was wearing red — a stunning long dress with a slit that revealed her thick thigh every time she took a step, her hair partially tied at the top with the rest cascading down her back and swaying hypnotically.

Suguru stood alone, with everyone’s eyes on her, evoking envy, admiration, and above all, desire.

She was gorgeous, by far the most beautiful woman Satoru had ever seen, around thirty years old with a magnetic aura that absolutely could not go unnoticed.

Their eyes met for a second, and Satoru felt a burn at that contact. Suguru was someone who had made it in life, unlike her, who was just a miserable escort. In a few years, the lesser sharks would stop finding her attractive, and she would be tossed aside like a discarded candy wrapper, while Suguru would continue to shine with her own light, with thousands of pitiful planets orbiting around her.

Suguru lingered on her gaze for just a moment longer before disappearing into the crowd in a flash of red.

Satoru searched for her throughout the night, clinging to her companion’s arm, completely oblivious to everything around her that didn’t involve that beautiful woman.

She excused herself to go to the bathroom, stepping past a group of three girls her age bent over the sink, snorting one line after another. Satoru had never been involved in anything like that, thank god, and she didn’t even drink. She couldn’t imagine someone choosing to live that life just to afford drugs.

She stayed in the stall as long as possible, her temples pounding from the overstimulation of smells, lights, and sounds. She preferred quiet places and neutral colors, silence and dim light.

When she came out to wash her hands, the three girls were gone, and standing in front of the sink was the beautiful woman in red she saw earlier.

Satoru stared at her in the mirror, mesmerized, and then the woman smiled at her turning around, leaning her back against the counter. She was incredibly attractive.

«Hi, do you need something?» she asked, Satoru’s cheeks flushed bright pink. She was definitely staring too much, even with her mouth slightly open.

«I’m sorry, I was just…» she didn’t know how to continue. Just what? Imagining wild scenes of that woman fucking her in the bathroom? Or making ridiculous comparisons between her and a sun in her mind?

«What’s your name, pretty girl?»

«Satoru.»

«Satoru.» she repeated, as if tasting the sound of her name on her tongue. «Are you here with one of Tengen’s dogs?»

Satoru had no idea. She didn’t care who her clients worked for as long as they could pay her, but she remembered hearing the name Tengen before, so she nodded.

Suguru groaned. «I hate those dogs; they don’t know what they’re doing.» she rolled her eyes. «But it seems one of them at least has good taste in… jewelry.»

She looked her up and down, and for a moment, Satoru was confused. Was she judging her or hitting on her?

«I– I really don’t–» she stammered, but her words were cut off as Suguru moved dangerously close, backing her up until she was pressed against the wall.

She could smell her scent: sweet, luxurious, definitely expensive, rich and creamy with buttery notes accompanied by the recognizable aroma of cashmere. It suited her so well.

Her lips were soft, warm, the taste of her saliva made bitter by the lipstick she wore. Suguru kissed Satoru with a hand in her hair, passionately, playing with her tongue in her mouth. Suguru moaned against her lips, a sound that made Satoru’s eyes widen and shot straight to her lower belly, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

«I saw the way you looked at me earlier.» Suguru said, pulling away from her lips to kiss her neck. «Like you wanted to devour me. I’m telling you, you can, Satoru. You can ask me for anything you want.»

The white-haired girl clung to Suguru’s forearms as she left small love bites on the tender skin of her throat.

She was panting and definitely shaken as she was being devoured against the bathroom wall.

Suguru looked at her with honey-colored eyes, surrounded by perfectly done glittery smokey eye makeup — gorgeous. Who knows how she would look with ruined makeup, but for now, she just focused on cleaning up the smudged edge of her lipstick with her thumb, which reddened Satoru’s lips and neck.

«Those pathetic dogs are just pawns, Satoru. Tomorrow morning, I’m leaving for Paris, and you’re welcome to join me. Haneda Airport, at eight in the morning. Ask for Geto Suguru.» She left just as quickly and composed as she had arrived, as if they had never spoken.

Satoru returned to the main hall after cleaning off the other woman’s lipstick from her skin. «Where the hell have you been?» her client asked, irritated by her prolonged absence. He had bought her for the entire week, so what did he have to complain about for a little time in the bathroom?

Satoru searched the room for the red dress, but Suguru seemed to have vanished into thin air. She repeated the information Suguru had given her in her mind: Haneda Airport, at eight, Geto Suguru.

That night her client fucked her in one of the rooms of that hotel and she was so dry that he had to use some lube. While that man thrusted painfully into her, grunting about how tight and wet she was, Satoru thought about Suguru's kisses, touched her lips as if to make sure she hadn't dreamed it and imagined her sweet scent pervading her senses leaving her completely at her mercy.

What kind of lover would Suguru have been? Was she a screamer? Or was she silent? Did she like to take control or maybe it was all a facade and she was actually a pillow princess? Were her hair so perfect in the morning or did she wake up with her locks wavy and knotted? Her body looked amazing under that red dress, who knows what she would look like naked. Did she have scars? Tattoos? Were her breasts as soft as they had seemed pressed against Satoru's chest?

«Fuck, you're so tight.» the man groaned, bringing her back to reality. Ah, her client. He had ruined the whole atmosphere. His voice wasn't thick like Suguru's, his skin wasn't smooth and soft, and he smelled like tobacco and men's cologne. A disaster.

Satoru waited a little longer before she began to moan mechanically as she had learned. She always repeated the same phrases and always made the same faces, she was so good at it that her clients really thought they could make her come. Who knows if Suguru would have been able to satisfy her.

She stayed awake all night, while her client snored tangled in the sheets, ignoring the phone that was constantly flooded with calls from the contact named "Wife."

Satoru stepped out onto the balcony. If she had been a smoker, she would have gladly stolen a cigarette from her client. Instead, she stayed wrapped in a robe, thinking about that damned kiss the woman had given her.

How foolish — she felt so warm and strange over a mere kiss? Yet she had kissed so many people before and never felt anything. It had to be Suguru‘s taste that was so addictive; otherwise, how could she feel so high from just a few caresses?

Paris, huh? She wondered if it was like in the movies, where people really stroll hand-in-hand under the Eiffel Tower and drink wine in bars during the day. Do they listen to street musicians and dance along the Seine? Satoru tried to imagine herself dancing along the riverside to a song strummed on a guitar somewhere along the bank.

She mulled it over until dawn. She took a long, hot shower in the hotel bathroom and packed the remaining complimentary toiletries. She snapped a photo of the still-sleeping man with her phone and sent it to his wife without saying anything, then turned it off.

At the reception, she asked for a taxi to take her to Haneda Airport, arriving just before takeoff where Suguru was waiting, dressed in a long beige trench coat, her hair perfectly styled and loose over her shoulders.

Satoru was still wearing the dress from the night before and hadn’t slept a wink, but the woman smiled at her anyway.

«I'm glad you came.»

Satoru had never flown on a private jet before. They served her champagne and green olives, as well as a proper pasta dish when it was lunchtime. The only plane she had ever taken was a first-class flight to Okinawa, where she had accompanied a client on a luxurious resort vacation, but it was nothing compared to what she now saw through the oval window.

Satoru had never traveled much, only having seen Tokyo and its surroundings, so Okinawa was the furthest she could imagine going. Yet now she found herself admiring the most romantic city in the world from above, with a beautiful woman sitting beside her, holding her hand.

They talked a lot during that trip. Satoru learned that Suguru was thirty-five years old and the president of an I-Tech company that produced electromedical devices. She could speak three languages and loved the sea.

Paris was exactly like in the movies, and it felt like she was in a dream from which she would soon wake up.

Satoru screamed with delight when she saw the apartment where Suguru had brought her. It was big, with a bathtub positioned in front of a window overlooking the city, a huge king-size bed, and even a small balcony where they could have breakfast.

Suguru ordered clothes in her size for her. For the first time, Satoru didn’t have to wear revealing outfits, but instead a beautiful ensemble with light blue palazzo pants and a white silk blouse with pearl buttons. She also had makeup delivered that suited her pale skin tone, as she certainly couldn’t use Suguru’s, which was at least two shades darker.

They went out to dinner, strolling through the city. Suguru ordered some wine with an unpronounceable name and convinced Satoru to try a little. Paris truly was the city of lovers, and they walked along the banks of the Seine like Satoru had only ever seen in music videos on MTV.

They returned to the apartment with the promise of going up the Eiffel Tower the next day, and they watched it light up from the balcony of their room.

Satoru had never made love like this, with Suguru slowly undressing her and kissing every inch of her exposed skin. Suguru kissed her so much, they rolled like that in the sheets for a crazy amount of time before Satoru's soaked panties were removed.

Suguru ate her pussy as if she was starving, drinking every moan and gasp. Satoru made her cum on her fingers until she squirted onto the white sheets and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Suguru had to work during those days, but she also had plenty of free time to take bubble baths with Satoru, eat pain au chocolat – which Satoru had decided was her new favorite food – for breakfast on the balcony, and fuck for hours in all the positions came to mind.

Those were the best two weeks of Satoru’s life. She loved every corner of that unfiltered Paris, from the Eiffel Tower to the museums, to the Montmartre district, probably her favorite place with the Basilica of the Sacred Heart.

Suguru always found her, no matter where she was, even if it meant taking the metro like an ordinary person. She bought Satoru delicious food and clothes from famous French designers, accompanied her wherever she wanted to go, and paid street artists to play songs they could dance to.

But, unfortunately, even those weeks came to an end. On the flight back, Suguru presented her with a choice:

«Once we land, you'll have two options. The first, I thank you for the time we've spent together, I’ll pay you your daily rate multiplied by the number of days in Paris, you go back to your home, I go back to mine, and we go our separate ways.»

«And the second?» Satoru asked hopefully. She didn’t want to leave; she wanted to see Suguru again.

The woman smiled and, drawing closer, placed a hand on her cheek.

«The second is that you’re coming home with me.»

***

Satoru is a prostitute, she knows that. The money is always there to remind her.

Suguru pays her every time they have sex, always. She never forgets to tear off a check or make a transfer, always the same rate, the one established when, a year earlier, Satoru had moved into Suguru’s home after the trip to Paris.

It's just a service she offers; she's the worker selling her labor, and Suguru is the capitalist entrepreneur buying her product. Of course, Suguru doesn’t count the expenses related to maintaining the girl. The food, clothes, jewelry, gym membership — all are covered by her, while Satoru just has an immensely loaded bank account and no idea how to spend the money.

Her debts were paid off, her mother received monthly anonymous money in an envelope slipped into her mailbox, and that was it. Satoru had even considered going back to school just to have an excuse to spend some money. Suguru, naturally, wouldn’t have stopped her.

The black-haired woman returns home at the usual time, halfway through her shower Satoru enters the bathroom, strips naked and joins her under the jet of hot water. She has three fingers buried deep inside her pussy when Suguru complains about having to put on conditioner, in response Satoru curls her fingers inside her making her scream and squirm.

She continues to hit her most sensitive spot, reducing her to an incoherent mess as she leaves a trail of kisses along the wet skin of her neck.

«I was thinking about going back to school.» she tells her as Suguru is losing control and her knees are getting weaker and weaker.

«Oh, yes? It's– it's amazing 'Toru– ahh.» she moans, holding onto Satoru's arm and pushing herself against the wall to better grip on her fingers.

«Aren't you against the idea?»

«Mhh, not at all. You can– you can– oh God, you can do whatever you want, you know.»

«Well, I should still get my high school diploma first and then, who knows, I'd like to go to art school, what do you think?»

«You're definitely good with your hands, ahh, yes, right there.»

She lets her cum and then puts conditioner in her hair because she's too groggy to do it, dabs her long wet locks with a towel and even pulls her panties up, grabbing her ass and pulling her in for a kiss in the process.

When Suguru starts working after dinner, she tells Satoru that she can come and read in her study, so Satoru takes her book and settles into the armchair in Suguru’s office.

That night, they fall asleep cuddling, but in the morning, the bed is always empty, and a notification on Satoru’s phone indicates a new deposit.

Huh?

It's at least double the usual amount, so Suguru must have made a mistake. Maybe she was distracted or had just woken up before authorizing the transfer.

She calls her, letting the phone ring several times before Suguru finally answers.

«What’s up.»

«You made a mistake with the deposit. You paid me double.»

«No, it's correct.»

«Huh? Why?»

«For school. You said you wanted to pick up studying again, right?»

«Suguru, I don't need all that money for school.»

«Then consider it a bonus.»

«I don't want it.»

«I don’t give you what you want, but what you need.»

The call ends. Now Satoru is angry with her.

***

It's Sunday, so Suguru isn’t working.

She sits Satoru down at the kitchen table while Kuroi washes the dishes she used to cook. In front of her, there’s an array of traditional dishes arranged in a fan shape.

«What does this mean?» Satoru asks.

Suguru, who looks beautiful even today with her hair tied in a high ponytail and wearing an oversized gray sweatshirt, which still looks stunning on her, looks at Satoru sternly with her arms crossed before slamming the kitchen trash can onto the table. Under several layers of paper towels are the meals Kuroi prepared that Satoru hadn’t eaten in the past few days.

«Is this your way of telling me you're angry with me? Is it about the money?» she asks.

Satoru doesn’t respond and just stares at the evidence of her wrongdoing. No, she didn’t do it because she was angry with Suguru — Suguru is perfect, how could she be mad at her? Instead, Satoru should be mad at herself.

She just doesn’t see the point. Eating is only fun when Suguru is around, when she talks about her day, they order pizza before watching a movie, or they visit luxurious Michelin-starred restaurants. Eating alone at the kitchen counter makes her feel depressed, and she misses Suguru more than ever.

«So?» Suguru presses, raising her voice.

«I'm sorry.» the white-haired girl admits. Sometimes, she just does things without thinking about the consequences of her actions; after all, Suguru would eventually have noticed that she was throwing food away.

«You know I don’t like wasting food, and you didn’t consider Kuroi’s hard work?»

«I'm sorry, forgive me, Suguru. And you too, Kuroi.» Kuroi doesn’t reply but gives her a look that, for the first time, isn’t irritated or annoyed.

With a nod, Suguru dismisses the cook and sits next to Satoru. She speaks softly now, like a mother to her child.

«What did I do wrong, Satoru?»

«Nothing!» the girl immediately interrupts. «It’s not your fault, I was just being stupid.»

«I want you to be healthy, Satoru. There’s nothing beautiful about an unhealthy body, and you want to be beautiful for me, don’t you?»

What a manipulator — she trades her validation for Satoru’s shame. But it works because Satoru blushes furiously and nods.

She wants it desperately. She wants to be beautiful for Suguru, desired, so she can thank her for being the first and only one to treat her like a person.

Suguru sits next to her, and they eat, sharing the chopsticks. Satoru feels like crying because she wishes it could be like this every day, she wishes Suguru could be with her every day to share chopsticks and gently push back a strand of hair that falls in front of her face.

The food doesn’t taste as good if her beloved isn’t there to eat with her, but she doesn’t know how to explain it because she’s afraid of sounding pathetic.

However, in the following days, Kuroi stays to watch her eat after preparing her lunch and texts Suguru when she's done eating.

***

Satoru is a prostitute, she knows it. She never thought she could love any aspect of her job — money excluded — but since Suguru has been in her life it feels like she has the best job in the world.

Maybe she was born for this, she was born to meet her and adore every inch of her body, to kiss her and press her naked, warm skin against that of the other woman.

Suguru is a gift that the gods have given to the world, Satoru could admire her naked body as one admires a sculpture in a museum, with the only difference that she is for her eyes and for her eyes alone.

She caresses her hips delicately, moving up to cup her breasts with her hands, Suguru squirms under her touch and Satoru bites her lip in anticipation.

If she had a dick, it would be hard as a rock right now, but since biology is not an opinion, she'll have to settle for a strap-on.

It's honestly her favorite sex toy, a nice dark purple, just the right size, thick, with plastic veins imprinted around the circumference, not too big to hurt, but perfect for Suguru's tight, heavenly pussy.

Suguru likes it too, but would never admit it, because it always reduces her to a panting mess. Maybe it's simply that the universe didn't give Satoru a cock because otherwise she would have been too powerful.

The white-haired girl plays with it as if it were a real dick, caresses it, running her index finger over the tip as if she might find it sticky with precum and Suguru's pussy throbs and squeezes compulsively around nothing, making her moan out loud.

«What is it, angel? Do you want something?» Satoru sings, pumping the strap with her hand.

«Satoru, please.» her beloved moans. «Put it in.»

«Oh, I wanted to keep playing. But well, how can I resist when you look at me like that?» she teases Suguru's entrance with the tip, she’s so wet that she can probably take it in one thrust.

She thrusts slowly inside her, enjoying her moans and her face contracted by pleasure, she watches as the purple dildo disappear into Suguru's pussy and lights up with excitement and envy for any penis-endowed being who would have the chance to feel how much her walls are tight and warm.

She caresses her thighs and whispers words of encouragement until she's got it in all the way to the base, Suguru clutching the sheets with one hand while biting the knuckles of the other with watery eyes. God bless missionary because Suguru is the most beautiful sight that nature has created with her long raven hair spread across the mattress, her erect nipples that are begging to be sucked and her lips swollen from Satoru's kisses and bites.

She starts moving with short and light thrusts, which scratch the surface of the most primal part inside her, gradually becoming bolder and deeper until Satoru manages to pull her cock out to the tip and slam it back in with full force .

The gym membership must have been of some use, so Satoru decides to put all the hours spent on the treadmill to good use and imposes her tireless rhythm on the thrusts that make her beloved scream and cry, even with the muscles of her thighs burning while begging for mercy, she doesn't stop until Suguru cums with her eyes rolled back and spit dripping down her chin.

Satoru kisses her, devouring the last flashes of her orgasm, accompanying her to overstimulation with slow and deep thrusts. She sucks on one nipple while playing with the other, squeezing her soft breast in her hand, Suguru's fingers are tangled in her snow-colored hair, caressing her scalp gratefully as the sensation inside her eventually becomes unbearable.

They kiss until Suguru decides she's ready to do it again, they do it two more times, including one with Satoru lying on her back and Suguru riding her giving the most beautiful sight of her big tits swaying right at Satoru's eye level and another where Satoru takes her from behind, slapping her ass and calling her a slut. Suguru moans like a porn star and Satoru wishes she had her phone within reach to make a video of her to masturbate to when Suguru's at work.

In the end, Suguru sucks the strap to clean it, kneeling at the foot of the bed while Satoru masturbates fingers herself, risking cumming just at the sight of Suguru's honey eyes looking at her lewdly while she has her mouth full of purple cock. Not satisfied, Suguru sucks on her tits until she has bruises and bites all over her chest and they kiss, moaning into each other's mouths.

They take a bath together, full of foam and bubbles, Suguru is sitting astride Satoru's legs, they look into each other's eyes while whispering sweet words to each other and washing each other's hair as an act of love.

Sunday ends like this and on Monday the bed is empty again.

***

Satoru is a prostitute; she knows it, but she can no longer stand it.

For days, the house has been empty. Suguru leaves early in the morning before Satoru wakes up and comes back late when she’s already asleep. The reason is an extremely important contract with the Zen’in industry nearing completion, but Satoru is so terrified by the idea of being cheated on that on Thursday mornings she spends all her time with Miguel, asking him if he thinks Suguru is cheating on her.

Suguru would never cheat on her; she’s her angel and truly loves her. But Suguru certainly has other things in her life beyond Satoru, her job for example.

The huge house, a gem designed by the most famous architect of her generation, described by Yuki Tsukumo herself as modern “modern nest,” has become a prison. It feels so empty that it seems almost twice its size, cold as winter, and as dark as midnight.

Suguru is missing; her cup is absent from the sink, the newspaper folded on the coffee table is gone, her clothes hang in the closet smelling of mothballs, and sometimes she doesn’t even come home and sends her secretary, Manami, to fetch a change of clothes. There are no more long black hairs tangled in the bristles of the brush.

In this house, Suguru is missing, and it’s as if Satoru is missing air.

At first, she manages well; after all, Suguru is always busy, and it has happened several times that she didn’t come back for more than a few days. But usually, she always calls, and most of the time, she responds to her messages with enthusiasm. Now, it feels like weeks without contact, and she feels like Tom Hanks in Cast Away, slowly going mad and talking to a volleyball.

The breaking point comes one Saturday morning when Utahime finds her crying in the living room of the house.

Suguru rushes to her as soon as she receives the call and finds her with her knees to her chest, her blue eyes swollen red from crying, beautiful and sparkling like the marbles she used to play with as a child. She sits next to her and hugs her, still in her work suit and heels.

«Satoru, god, what’s wrong?» she asks, without hiding her worried tone.

Satoru sobs, covering her face with her hands to hide her shame. She’s never been this emotional, and her reaction leaves Suguru speechless.

«Am I just a toy to you?»

The question leaves Suguru stunned. Satoru a toy for her? No, of course not. Yes, their relationship is based on sex, but it’s not just that. There’s also tenderness, understanding, and a lot of complicity.

Suguru can’t understand how Satoru could come up with such bullshit.

«No… no, Satoru. What are you talking about? How could you think such things?»

«Don’t you realize it?»

«No, I swear. Who put this idea in your head?»

«You!» Satoru bursts out, shouting. «You do it every time with your damn money! To you, I’m just another thing you can buy.»

She stands up because she’s trembling and can’t stay still. Suguru looks at her as if she suddenly grew a second head, but she remains composed and stays on the couch.

«You don’t want my money anymore? Is that what you’re saying?»

«I’m just a product you can buy, like everything else in this house. An accessory.»

Suguru keeps her gaze fixed on Satoru, who paces nervously back and forth, carefully considering her words to avoid worsening the situation. But her mind is blank, and the right words seem unable to make their way from her heart.

Satoru reads only confirmation of her wildest fears in her silence. Warm tears stream down her cheeks, and her ego shatters into many sharp pieces.

«Why are you doing this to me? Why do you treat me like I’m just a trinket you can pick up and put on the shelf whenever you want?»

«Satoru… you’re not an object; you’re my partner. You’re much more important than you think.» Suguru finally stands up to approach her, but Satoru jerks back.

«Don’t come near me, damn it!» The movement is so sudden that the girl bumps her elbow into a glass vase; it falls to the ground, shattering into many iridescent shards that scatter light around the room. Water spreads across the floor, with no way to stop it, and the flowers wilt.

The loud crash of the broken glass echoes between them. Both stare at the broken vase, unsure of what to do next.

***

Six months later…

Satoru was a prostitute, but now she isn’t anymore.

She has taken her wife’s last name, and the photos and videos of their wedding in Taiwan have already made the rounds of the tabloids, landing on the front pages of every single magazine, from business journals to housewife gossip papers.

The TV in their hotel room is on, and Satoru is watching the coverage of their wedding. «The queen of East-Asia I-Tech marries a woman.» The images of the ceremony are shown in a sweeping shot, all obviously in grand style, organized down to the smallest detail under the careful direction of Laure, with particular emphasis from fashion critics who have widely approved the choice to have two custom-made Vivienne Westwood wedding dresses.

Suguru comes out of the bathroom wearing a blue silk robe, her long black hair cascading down one shoulder, and her hands on her hips as she gives her wife a mock reproachful look.

«Stop watching the news.» she says, climbing onto the bed beside her.

«I’m just making sure they’re not saying anything bad about us.» the white-haired girl defends herself. Suguru takes the remote from her hands and turns off the screen.

«Let them talk as much as they want.» she whispers so close to Satoru’s lips that it’s impossible for Satoru not to give her a kiss.

All the rumors about Satoru’s past that threatened to come out have been silenced by Suguru, who is confident that nothing has been left out. However, the night before the wedding, Satoru had a total crisis, fearing that her past as a prostitute would somehow come to light.

Suguru calmed her down by holding her close all night, assuring her that it wouldn’t change anything, and whether she liked it or not, they would still get married.

«Is this a threat?» Satoru had chuckled, wiping her nose with her pajama sleeve.

«It’s a promise.» Suguru had assured her.

And now they were indeed married. Geto Satoru still sounded strange in her mouth, but she couldn’t wait to get used to it. For now, she could focus on enjoying their honeymoon. After all, they had just landed in Rome and only had time to get to the hotel and take a shower.

«Do you want to do my makeup before we go to dinner? I’ve booked a table at a very renowned restaurant; I can’t wait to try their famous Cacio e Pepe.»

«I want to try Carbonara. Do you want to split it with me?»

«Of course, anything you want.»

«Get the stuff, and I’ll do your makeup.»

Suguru smiles and gives her another kiss before getting off the bed and rushing to her suitcase to get the makeup bag.

Satoru watches her bend down and rummage through her things, smiling instinctively, thinking that this is the life that awaits her.

Satoru was a prostitute, and now she’s Geto Suguru’s wife, but deep down, she’s still just Satoru.

[cowboyjen68]

Hello Cowboy Jen! I was wondering if you had any advice for me

Here’s the situation- I’m a young lesbian (I’ll be 17 going into college) and I’m going to study geology. I’m assuming my classes and later on my work environments are going to be mostly men since geology is a male-dominated field. Any advice for being in spaces without very many women? And picking a different field’s not a very good option either, geology’s been my obsession since I was five and I doubt I could give any other field as much attention and focus.

When I was DEAD SET on being in the DNR or a Forest Ranger or some kind of Park worker I was in my tweens and early teens. I loved the idea of working with people and animals and outside and getting to use my hands and my knowledge of land and history. Then some Jack Ass at the Corps of Engineers station I volunteered at told me women couldn't really do the job right and it was too dangerous and I lost confidence. I stopped going and didn't reapply for the Mayor's Youth Parks program I had worked at for two years. I just left the idea behind. I see now all the older women park rangers that are around and read stories of women like my current boss who was a naturalist for years in our county. I work at a nature center almost entirely staffed by strong women with the exception of the CEO, the marketing guy and one outreach guy. If I had seen any of these women in my teens i would have said "heck yeah women can do this".

You are going to be that leader, that beacon. That is a thought to keep in your pocket on hard days.

The truth about working with men is, in general, they don't really care and they kinda just feel awkward. They lack social skills around women so they end up saying the dumbest stuff. I am not saying men can't be total pains in the ass or feel threatened by you being around, they absolutely can. At the end of the day we are all human and women are 50% of the population so at some point they have dealt with women in class or at a job.

Mostly just start off with giving everyone the benefit of the doubt. Saying stupid stuff to try and be funny is not the same as harassment or hate. If you don't feel offended or insulted or threatened don't try feel like you are because you think you are supposed to be.

Look them in the eye, do listen to those who have good things to share, teach or discuss. Don't dismiss men for being men. Just as many humans, they want to share what they know and tell you what they have learned. I have been taught so much by the men I work with at the farm but I had to tell myself to listen and not just paint them in my brain as being bossy or mansplaining.

Don't shy away from questions when you need help. Ask when you need to ask and thank them for helping when they do. If you are interrupted by them say "I am not finished, please wait your turn" or something similar. Stand up for your right to share what you know or to get more information when you require it.

Basically, think of men as neutrally as possible until one proves he is to be avoided or ignored. Listen to your gut if you feel unsafe or degraded and keep notes on that behavior. If you must, tell your professor or a dept head if you feel like the bad actor will continue or possible endanger you.

Once you learn your trade you can recruit other women and share your love of your job/degree and some day it will not be more men than women around you!

[gatheringbones]

[“Turns out that being a lesbian outside of the privacy of your own home was quite hard. I’m not talking about the various manifestations of homophobia—oh, that old thing. I’m talking about scoring. Picking up chicks. (As it turns out, I would come to prefer the type of woman few would recognize as female, the type who would cheerfully deck you if you called her a chick, but might, if I were lucky, see me as such: a chick, a babe, a femme fox.)

In the oeuvre of Mr. Spillane, being a lesbian seemed so easy, like shooting fish in a barrel. In my favorite lesbian novels, No Blonde is an Island and My Gun is Quick, all a gal had to do was brush up against another woman by the water cooler and, watch out, the sapphic sparks would surely fly. Lesbianism was something any woman could do, no special equipment, messy creams or liquids were required.

But when I walked into my first dyke bar in New York City, I had a rude awakening. It was like transferring to a new high school. No, it was worse than that. A new junior high school. You walk into the class on the first day and everyone turns to stare. Your clothes, your hair, the way you move, it’s all wrong. You have to change everything or die a horrible and lingering death.

I guess the moral of this story is that there are some pursuits, such as lesbianism, that one can’t learn from a book, no matter the author. A more crass sort might make some tasteless jokes at this juncture about “boning up” on lesbianism, or about “hands-on experience,” but the reader can be assured this dyke will not sink to that level.

I watched the other women dancing, talking, flirting. All transactions were conducted in a lingo as incomprehensible to me as straight guy sports speak. My late-seventies disco fever look was out of place here. Everyone looked like they’d raided the closet of their bigger, older brother while he was out repairing refrigerators.

I was the only one wearing makeup.

Someone approached me: “This is a gay bar.” I shriveled up and a gust of wind blew me out into the street.

I had no skills. No lesbian skills. I was stared at, rather than cruised, at the bars. I couldn’t find a way of singnaling to another dyke that I was open for business, a friend of Dorothy, in the life, on the bus. Let alone desperately horny.

Somehow I managed a few invites to lesbian parties. I’d figured out that wearing lipstick was wrong, but I was still doing it. I’m such a congenital WASP that my lips disappear without makeup; I couldn’t imagine having sex without lipstick. I had tried to pull a lesbian look together: oversized second-hand men’s clothes, an unbuttoned black vest, but Annie Hall does not work on someone five feet tall.

Nor could I play softball. When something is thrown at me, even if it is specifically designed for that purpose, I automatically duck. All I had going for me in the lesbian skill department was ownership of a cat. Enough to break the ice, but not cinch the deal.

Certainly I couldn’t just come out and ask some other dyke to show me the ropes, so to speak. The seventies were still going on even though it was now the eighties. Feminism and lesbianism had kind of merged, become one big multinational entity with Andrea Dworkin as CEO. You had to be sneaky to get laid.

Yikes. It had been so easy with men. All you had to do was bend over at the bowling alley and something would happen.

After two years, the drought ended. I saw a sign that advertised: “Double-X-Rated Christmas Party for Women.” The party was held in the basement of a Catholic church. Perhaps the priests had passed out upstairs and had no idea what was going on. Or perhaps the priests were the drag queens working the bar. Nevertheless, I was there as soon as the doors opened. And the doors were not the only thing that opened.

I walked into the basement where the party was taking place and saw rows of thrift store tuxedoes, second-hand prom dresses. The doorperson made it clear that these outfits could be borrowed for the evening. After they checked their coats, many party-goers were borrowing outfits from the racks and disappearing into the bathroom to amend their attire. As the evening went on, I noticed more and more women trading in their flannel and denim for sharkskin and taffeta.

At this, my first encounter with the women who produced the WOW Festival and would later open the WOW Cafe in a tiny linguini-shaped storefront on East Eleventh Street, I fell in love. In love with all of the women, with their outrageousness, their unruly desire. I wanted desperately to be a part of whatever it was they were doing…if the WOW Cafe had been a support group for lesbian skeet shooters, that’s what I’d be doing now.

Instead, I found theater, or it found me. And the theater, it seemed, offered a wonderful solution to my involuntary celibacy: the casting couch. In theater you are encouraged to have sex with as many people as possible; it’s an integral part of the process. At least at WOW it seemed like the shows were almost an afterthought to the flirting, a byproduct of the endless parties where women of every imaginable gender rubbed up against each other.

This last paragraph reads like a natural cue to cross-fade to the Story of the First Girlfriend, doesn’t it? At this point, I should see a stranger across a crowded room, our eyes should lock, and the violins should swell like wieners on the grill. But this scene isn’t part of my coming-out story. Who even remembers my first girlfriend? Not me. I remember lots of bodies, I remember rooms lit by lots of small lights, and above all else, I remember lots and lots of Rolling Rock. This movie doesn’t end with a soft-focus closeup on two women kissing; this is a coming-out story that crescendos into a crowd scene. It’s a wide-angle shot. The climax of my coming-out scenario isn’t a closeup on a lesbian couple but a panorama of a lesbian world.”]

holly hughes, from what comes first, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

[pipsipey17]

a little lie

boss/ceo!dom!natasha romanoff x assistant!bottom!fem!reader

main masterlist

summary: your parents introduced you to someone when you got back from your date but little did you know it was your boss whom they introduced you to.

contains: possessive and jealous nat, sorta semi public sex which means some smut ig.

please be informed that English isn't my first language so please bear with any grammatical/punctuation errors thank you!

Your date went surprisingly well, even though it was arranged by your mom because she wants you to somehow 'go out' more. The woman whom you had a date with, Wanda is a pretty great woman she was just not your type, your boss is more of your type, dominant, powerful and older. You liked her the first time you saw her, it was during when you first applied as an assistant at her company, you thankfully got the job and eventually, you also got the heart of your boss, well... sort of. The both of you haven't established what you are just yet all that you know is that you two hookup from time to time or sometimes engage in intimacy like how any normal couple would do.

You arrived at the restaurant where your parents said they would meet someone for business purposes.

“Hey mom, hey dad.” You greeted them as you approached their table. 

You hear your dad say, “Hi darling, I would like you to meet Miss Natasha Romanoff,” your world suddenly froze as you looked at the opposite side of the table, there she was, sitting there in all of her glory, wearing a champagne colored dress with a plunging neckline, it made you curious if dresses with plunging necklines are really her thing or she just wears those to tease you.

“-this is my daughter, Y/n.” You last heard your father say since you totally blocked off what he was saying.

“Nice meeting you, Miss Romanoff,” you tried to say casually trying not to cause any suspicion. “The pleasure’s all mine.” Natasha replied with a smile. 

“Take a seat dear,” Your mom said as she gestured to the chair beside Natasha.

Great, just great.

As you were eating, you felt her hand slowly caressing your thigh, thankfully you were wearing pants or else you would be a flustering mess by now. You looked at her and saw that she was slightly smirking as she was facing your parents while they were talking about business.

“So, how was your date?” Your mom suddenly asked and you choke on your wine which made you have a slight coughing fit and you felt Natasha tense up, jealousy was also present.

It was definitely a very bad idea to talk about your date in front of Natasha. For one, you lied, well partially, you did just say that you have a family dinner but did not say that you have a date. Two, you know how jealous and possessive she can get, which means you’re probably dead later. 

But you can’t blame your parents for bringing it up, your parents have no idea that you work for her and what happens between the two of you behind closed doors.  

"Mom, we have a guest!" you countered trying to avoid the topic as you slightly looked at Natasha.

"No it's alright, I'd also like to know what happened to your date." Natasha said with slight venom in her voice while looking at you.

"See? Even Natasha likes to know about your date." Your mom said teasingly.

You groaned softly, "Fine, It went pretty well, she's actually really nice-"

"She?" Natasha suddenly asked probably to act all surprised that you liked girls, "Yeah, I'm actually a lesbian," you replied to her and Natasha hummed in response then drank her wine.

"Is she pretty?" Your dad asked.

You went silent for a few seconds knowing that your answer would set off the woman sitting beside you even more, "Y-yeah," you hesitantly said but it was true, Wanda is a pretty woman but no one could ever match the beauty of your boss or supposedly, your lover. You felt Natasha's nails dig into your thigh making you wince and curse under your breath.

You drank your wine once again but you felt Natasha's hand that was on your thigh move closer and closer to your core and she started rubbing your clothed sex slowly it made you whimper at the contact which your parents heard.

"You alright dear?" your mom asked seeing that your cheeks turned into a light shade of red.

"Y-yeah just fine, I-I have to go to the bathroom." you said as you then you got up from your seat and rushed to the bathroom.

You opened the faucet and then washed your face, you stared at your reflection afterwards and saw that you looked sort of flushed because of Natasha's antics earlier, "Fuck me." you muttered as you lowered your head, "I'd love to, malyshka." you suddenly heard someone say behind you which made you look at the mirror again and you saw Natasha already looking at your reflection with a smirk on her face.

You turned around to face her fully and saw that Natasha has her arms crossed then she spoke, "So, you went on a date?" she began, "You just told me that you have some family dinner but it turns out you went on a fucking date with a pretty girl." the venom in her voice was now stronger it made you nervous but excited even.

"I had to lie, okay? I know we said that we aren't allowed to see someone else but this date was arranged by my parents, so I can't say no to that." you replied slightly stuttering at your words.

Natasha grabbed your arm and dragged the both of you into a bathroom stall, she locked the door and grabbed a hold of both of your wrists with her one hand placing them above your head, her other hand undoing your button up shirt.

She then started to rub your core through your pants which made you whimper once again, "P-please."

"You think I'm going to let you get off that easily after the lie that you just said?" Natasha said then she started sucking on your exposed chest making her mark on you, "You're mine and mine only. Say it."

"I'm yours, only yours, Nat... please." you begged her, you just wanted her fingers deep inside you now.

"Please what baby? What do you want me to do printsessa?" Natasha teased as she looked into your eyes with her lust-filled dark emerald ones.

"Fuck me please." you begged again.

"Good girl." she then proceeded to undo you pants and started to rub your clit roughly making you moan loudly, her hand that was on your wrists went to your mouth shushing you, "You better keep quiet detka, we wouldn't want anyone to hear us now would we?" she said and you nodded in response.

Once her fingers went inside you, your eyes rolled back at the pleasure, Natasha then claimed your lips onto hers to help seal your moans, her tongue immediately seek entrance into your mouth and you let her.

She was pumping her fingers faster and rougher it was making you get closer to the edge and Natasha felt it as you started to clench around her fingers, "Cum for me detka, let go, I got you." you then came on her fingers and you swear you started to see stars as your eyes started to roll back once again.

"Such a good girl for me." Natasha cooed as she claimed your lips once more, "Lie to me again and you'll get rougher consequences." she warned then she left the stall leaving you to fix yourself, you hear her heels click on the tiled floor meaning she was walking out of the bathroom.

A few moments after collecting yourself, you left the stall and went to the mirror and saw that you were a mess, a hot mess in fact, your hair was out of place you had lipstick marks all over neck but as you were wiping the lipstick marks, you saw a bruise on your neck, which was visible even when you wore your button up shirt, "Damn it Natasha." you cursed at her, you just hope your parents don't notice it.

"There you are, I thought something bad happened to you." Your mom said as approached your table.

"Sorry I took a while, I suddenly had a call." you lied to them.

"It's alright, also, what's that on your neck?" Your dad asked which made you panic internally, "I-I slipped and hit my neck on the counter." you replied.

"She was laying on the floor when I saw her in the bathroom, she was sobbing in pain too." Natasha teased.

"I was not!" you exclaimed as you rubbed the hickey on your neck.

"Aw, did my poor baby hurt herself?" Your mom cooed.

"I'm fine mom, I'll just put an ice pack on it when I get home." you replied knowing full well that the woman beside you wouldn't let you do that since it is her act of claim on you.

[demonecelestiale]

Introducing the team of Perfect Seraphines Precure

The season was introduced here! Now let's meet the three Cures and they're magical items. I prepared only their school uniforms for now and you're gonna see why. sorry in advance for eventual typos.

Sakura Aino a.k.a. Cure Euphoria, the pink Precure of fun!

age: 15 y/o

japanese descent. Her dad is former mangaka and now free lancer illustrator Hirohiko Aino and her mom is the workaholic office worker Naoko Umakoshi

goes to the Edengarden Public High School (the uniform i was inspired by the ones seen in the movie Do Revenge).

every week has a new hobby. literally. she's addicted to internet tutorials.

she plays all kind of video games, but at the moment she loves playing multiplayer online games.

personality-wise she's right in the middle between Cure Grace and Cure Summer

Selena Rubio a.k.a. Cure Nocturne

age: 15 y/o

latino descent. her parents are both from Venezuela and they are both CEO of succesful companies. she's the rich girl of the group.

goes to the very exclusive and female only Madame Serenity Academy (the uniform is the same as seen in Clueless, albeit i failed to do the pattern, so it's just dark purple)

her parents tried for years to get her into horse riding, tennis or golf and they failed hard. she spent her time watching comedians on youtube and despite her elegant appearance, she's the less serious one. her jokes mostly suck.

her favorite videogames are RPGs and JRPGs

personality-wise she's 98% unserious. she's also a total lesbian

Celeste Starlight a.k.a. Cure Asteria

age: 15 y/o

africandescent. her father he's a dentist and her mother owns a bridal shop. she also has an older brother that frequents a university out of town

goes to the Supernova Performing Art School (for the uniform i got inspired by the movie The Craft)

she's a one woman band as she knows how to play guitar, drums, keyboard and bass. she's also a terrific songwriter and can write you a full song in 15 minutes. singing? we don't talk about that

she loves to play rhythm games (duh), soulslike and platformers, but she would play whatever games if you told her that the soundtrack is good

personality-wise she has a zero bullshit attitude and she's generally not very patient.

And now... their items!

For Transforming each one of them get a Curetendo D-Seraph created form their hearts. They also get a cartridge. The henshin goes pretty much like this:

Cure take out the D-Seraph and her cardridge

She insert the cardridge in the slot on the back (like you do with a NDS family console)

she take out the stylus and on screen she select the game (again. like you to with a NDS family console)

the henshin start (it's very similar to the henshins of Kira Kira Precure)

the D-Seraph ends up in their pouches

As a power-up they gain a Seraphstick that get created form the stylus (just like Cure Felice does for her attack). With the Seraphstick they gain a more powerful version of their purifier attacks.

Last tidbit: as they all frequent differents school, they mostly meet right after school so they tend to not change clothes

Next time i'll introduce the mascot (you know. the bear) and his items and with that i'll talk some more about the lore (i don't have the villains yet. sorry)

[douqi7s]

Baihe novels I read in 2023, in order of when I read them:

Miss Forensics by Jiu Nuan Chun Shen. Contemporary thriller featuring a push-pull romance between a forensic pathologist and a police detective. Big action scenes, big emotional set-pieces, big emotions.

Distance by Mi Nao Nao. Contemporary romance billed as 'woman who has broken a thousand hearts vs woman who has never lost her heart'. I found it underwritten and lacking in structure, but lots of people seem to like it.

The Collapsing Palace by Ming Ye. Historical palace harem novel. A wilful noblewoman marries her cousin, the crown prince, so she can get close to his mother/her aunt the empress, whom she's been crushing on since forever. And she's not even the most toxic / messed up main character in this novel.

Life is Like a Dream by Qing Xiang. A short novel set in the Yue opera scene during the Republican Era. Small-scale, elegantly understated, makes highly effective of use of the author's detailed knowledge of opera and the opera scene.

Suffocation by Hua Qiong Ran. One of those 'toxic lesbians' contemporary thrillers, featuring the protagonist being repeatedly stalked and imprisoned by her own wife. Amped up the depravity too quickly to be wholly effective.

Zebra Crossing by Yi Bai Shou. Early baihe novel featuring a romance between a CEO and police detective, a mixture of thriller and romance. Strong beginning with appealing characters, somewhat let down by meandering middle and end and odd approach to extras.

She Belongs to Me by Da Ying. An uncomplicated contemporary romance between two femme professional women who are excellent communicators. Does make effective use of several k-drama style romantic set-pieces.

Bo Zhou by Ruo Hua Ci Shu. Time loop contemporary romance in which the protagonist tries to safe her girlfriend's life again and again. Overall competently plotted, well-paced and genuinely suspenseful.

The Tribulation of the Peach Runaway Blossom by Ning Yuan. A solid xianxia/xuanhuan novel with a big cast of complex female characters, competent world-building and assured prose. Somewhat falls down on the main romance (though the secondary romances make up for that a little), which was at once the lynchpin of the plot and not particularly present on the page.

The Abandoned by Mu Feng Qing Nian. Three words: sapphic xianxia shizunfuckery. Horny unhinged lesbians, plot twists on top of plot twists, and much violence.

Her Mountain, Her Sea by Fu Hua. A contemporary high school romance. Very solid, competent slice-of-life for the most part. The leads are well-characterised and their growing relationship is deftly handled, especially in the early stages.

The Creator's Grace by Ning Yuan. A near future sci-fi thriller. 12/10, no notes (though the sci-fi element is subordinate to the romance and thriller elements).

Minister Xie by Ruo Hua Ci Shu. This historical novel is The Goblin Emperor meets Sha Po Lang. Teenage emperor Liu Zao does her best to turn her prime minister Xie Yi (who is 14 years older) into her wife.

Snow on Her Pillow by Liu Yuan Chang Ning. Historical fiction featuring a romance between Princess Jieyou and her devoted attendant Feng Liao (described as the first official female diplomat in Chinese history). Competently and compellingly written; manages the Feat of treating Central Asian characters (of which there are many) as regular, undemonised people.

Spring on the River by Da Ying. This xuanhuan novel features supernatural women behaving very very badly, weird structure and pacing, and a rather hapless main character who frequently reminded me of a protagonist in a shoujo reverse harem novel.

Listen, God by Xian Yu Bu Chi Cai. A contemporary time loop thriller featuring a romance between a scriptwriter and an up-and-coming actress. Mostly carefully and cleverly plotted (though starts to unravel in the last 20%), though the relationship development between the leads left me cold.

A Taste of You by Si Bai Ba Shi Si. A contemporary romance between a talented chef and a CEO. A grounded, realist novel told through a charmingly wry first-person POV (bar a sharp swerve into melodrama in the last 10%), deeply embedded in the local lesbian scene.

Snow in the Spring Courtyard by Liu Yuan Chang Ning. This wuxia novel had good relationship development, a compelling love interest, and excellent pacing, and is likely to appeal to readers for those reasons. For me personally, it was let down by an extraordinarily bleak view of the jianghu which I don't think the author was fully aware of.

I Think About You Day and Night by Yu Shuang. In this contemporary romance, a CEO rescues a penniless girl from an abusive household, and k-drama-style shenanigans ensue. There's terminal illness, birth secrets, an incest scare (dw they're not actually related), and corporate machinations. The author's commitment to these tropes and their emotional stakes makes this an enjoyably dramatic read.

Cover Her Face by Qing Tang Shuan Xiang Cai. A mostly breezy, mostly fluffy, and unexpectedly sexy historical romance plus a dash of wuxia, with likable main characters.

Waiting for You by Min Ran. A contemporary showbiz romance, basically an exes-to-reunited-lovers story courtesy of a handy rebirth and time rewind. Another one for the 'attractive femme couple resolves their relationship problems through Better Communication' folder.

Climbing High by Po Po Po. In this historical court intrigue novel, aspiring scholar Fang Jian sells herself into indentured servitude to court official Gao Yunqu in exchange for the latter's promise to help her free her parents from unjust imprisonment. Published on PO18, so allowed to be sexually explicit in ways JJWXC and Changpei novels can't be, and the author makes full use of this (though I found the sex scenes between the tertiary couples stronger than those between the main couple, for the most part). Very strong political writing, a great cast of complex female characters.

[leviathansbiggestkinnie]

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐢'𝐬 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!!

𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒊 / 𝑹𝒊𝒏 ♡

Trans!! 🏳️‍⚧️ - They/he/it/she (they/he pref but pls use all!!) - Lesbian aroace

🇺🇲/🇲🇽/🇮🇹

English, Spanish, Minecraft enchantment table, learning German!!

Christian (not super religious though)

Minor

#1 Kamisato Ayato kisser + Sayori and Malleus Draconia's real canon wife

#2 Barbmon shipper (#1 + the CEO is @kokomisbiggestkinnie) + CEO of Mizuruitoya (had to put the colours), Honakanaena, Emijeckole, and Arijecka

#1 Robinhill, Yaeyato, Eimiko, Zhongchi, Nuevifuri, and Arlefuri hater

(^ gen could care less if you ship them I just hate them)

Dni if you hate on m/f vbs ships cause I don't think we would get along

Also dni if you're homo/transphobic, an Israel supporter, or a proshipper pls!!

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Top kins!!:

Yuri (DDLC)

Monika (DDLC)

Kaveh (Genshin)

Collei (Genshin)

Fischl (Genshin)

Sucrose (Genshin)

Leviathan (Obey Me)

Belphegor (Obey Me)

Celestia Ludenburg (Danganronpa)

Literally all of N25 (esp Ena) (PJSK)

Fav games: Minecraft, PJSK, HSR, TWST, OM

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𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

(For requesting!!)

1. I won't write cheating!! I can make one of the characters THINK the other is cheating and that's it!!

2. No incest

3. No p3d0. (Includes Qiqi and Nahida, idc if they're older)

4. No r@p3 / s@. It makes me uncomfortable. I can put mentions of it though

5. I won't write nsfw 😣😣

6. No vocaloid x pjsk character

7. I won't write ships/xReaders for canon aroace characters (Alastor from Hazbin Hotel)

8. No lesbian x a man (Robinhill idc) or gay x a woman

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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

💌 - Ships only

🍬 - Ships and xReaders

💌 DDLC

🍬 Obey Me

🍬 Twisted Wonderland

💌 Project Sekai

🍬 Vocaloid

🍬 Genshin Impact

🍬 Honkai Starrail

💌 Pokemon

🍬 Hazbin Hotel

💌 Demon Slayer

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𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:

☆ Headcanons

☆ Fluff

☆ Ansgt

(Writing smut make me kinda uncomfortable, sorry)

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#candii's scribbles 🧋 - my writing :3

#rin's rambles 🌊 - random things ><

[object-vault-9]

so im a new-ish and irregular reader and i dont know is Allen Wrench showed up before the war or not, but at first i thought it was another typical he/him ceo looking jerk and got kind of annoyed. like you see a character and all you can think is 'ugh another one of those 🙄🙄🙄'

but then i saw that she is actually a she/her in her 50s and my opinion made a complete 180. i hope she commits arson and atrocities. if she were a human and had wrinkles, graying hair and kept her gun and the tie, she would do numbers on the lesbian part of tumblr (trust me, im a lesbian)

Ha ha yeah ! It really does put her into a completely different lense She showed up once way way back week 52 (laser gun and all) but this is the highest concentration of Allen Wrench in a long time ! I do personally see her as an older, greying scientist turned project leader

She grew up in a harsh, unforgiving world and wants to transform it into a utopia, however her methods are very harsh and cruel and she would do anything to get what she wants

[authorforrosie]

Title: Love Of My Life.

Pairing: Mina x You. Mina x male CEO.

Warning: homophobia, toxic secret relationship, fear, sadness, death of a character, car accident mention, angst, no happy ending.

Words: 1337

Author Note: This imagine is based on 'Love Of My Life' by Queen and reference of 'Gap The Series'

Love of my life, you've hurt me

You've broken my heart, and now you leave me

Love of my life, can't you see?

Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me

Mina never had a real relationship in her whole life before she met you. Her family always forced her to study very hard and she never had real friends or friends at all. She only counted books and plants as her friends. Which her family allowed. Since they thought and knew that her so called 'friends' won't distract her. The fact that she had to study business while being a JYP trainee took a lot of energy. All people that met Mina were impressed by her strength. Later she debuted in twice with eight other members. Two of them had a lot in common with her. Sana and Momo who came from Japan as well.

She never realized that she is a lesbian until she met you for the first time. She didn't know how to reaction when you stood in front of her. A happy expression were on your face. Your smile took her breath away. Mina didn't knew if she rather wanted to kiss you until your lips were swollen or if she wanted to have you all at herself and cuddle with you.

You've been together with Mina since a few months in a secret relationship. She asked out after two weeks of meeting you. One time she scared you so much that you accidentally grabbed her blouse on her chest. Your cheeks flushed red when you pulled away your hands from her blouse. While she turned you around with her arms wrapped around your waist so that you leaned on the staircase. She asked you out knowing that she already has a fiancé. She's supposed to get married at a male CEO. She wanted to go against her family but every time she tries she knows that she couldn't. She is too scared to lose her family.

That's why she couldn't go against her family. She love's her family too much to do that. She has hurt you countless of times. Especially when you both was at a party. Not knowing that her supposed boyfriend goes on one knee and ask her for marriage.

„Yes I will marry you..." Answered Mina with fake happiness at that time. Not knowing that she would lose you soon.

You couldn't look at her to that point anymore since you are slowly realizing that she will never be yours. No matter how much she claims to be yours only.  You knew you have at make a decision soon. Only not knowing that it's coming closer than you thought.

Love of my life, don't leave me

You've taken my love (all my love), you now desert me

Love of my life, can't you see? (Please bring it back)

Bring it back, bring it back, don't take it away from me

Because you don't know what it means to me (means to me)

You remember the way she made love at you almost every night or in the studio of twice. Sometimes even in a empty office or a closet. Mina remembers the way her name fell from your lips when she got you on cloud nine. She remembers the way your skin felt on her skin when you both cuddle with or without clothes.

She missed the way you would cuddle into her arms and chest when you both finished making love at each other. Mina missed the way you laugh at her bad jokes or the way you would stare at her. As if she is the only woman on this earth.

Mina knows she will remember your whole relationship together if she marries him. It breaks her heart into pieces that her family is this cruel. She wishes when she grow older that she can be by your side. Reminding you how much she still loves you with her completely whole heart. That only beat fast for you.

You will remember when this is blown over

And everything's all by the way (ooh, yeah)

When I grow older, I will be there at your side (ooh)

To remind you how I still love you (I still love you)

Mina still remembered the way you cried on the day you broke up with her. A day after you saw her in her supposed bride dress. She feels like she couldn't be enough for you since she has hurt you and broke your heart many times. She saw the way your y/e/c eyes lost the spark, happiness and hope. She couldn't help herself from looking down at the ground.

„I give up. I can't do this anymore." Confessed you with honest in your voice.

Mina looked down with tears rolling down her cheeks then she looked back into your eyes. She saw in your eyes how much she broke your heart.

You started sobbing not being able to hide all the hurt that you are feeling. Which were caused by Mina and her supposed soon to be CEO husband.

"I hurt so much." State Mina with pain in her voice.

She moved down and grab your leg. She wrapped her arms around your leg. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she had a painful sad expression on her face. She still couldn't believe that she is gonna lose you now. The only love of her entire life.

„Let go." Said you with sadness in your voice.

The painful and hurtful look told Mina everything. You gave up even through you fought against it. Mina couldn't believe that this would be the last time when she can touch, feel or kiss you.

„No don't leave me." State Mina with pain in her voice. She wanted to say that she wants you and not her supposed soon to be husband.

More tears rolled down the cheeks of you and Mina. You both knew that you love each other so much. But you just couldn’t fight anymore. You give up before you both get even more hurt.

Back, hurry back, please bring it back home to me

Because you don't know what it means to me (means to me)

Love of my life

Love of my life

(Ooh, ooh)

Scream after scream left her mouth until exhaustion took place. She fell asleep with tears on her cheeks. Hours after sliding against the wall with her back against it. She still wore the black suit for work.

Memories of you, your secret relationship and first met went through her brain. Since that day she became unhappy, numb and emotionless. When her family put themselves in between you both. They ruined her. Broke her heart. Mina knew that her family is only using her as power. She couldn’t believe that her family would put her through so much pain, betrayal and trauma. Isn’t a family supposed to be a safe place, someone who takes care of you. That are questions Mina asked herself.

She laid on her queen-sized bed with a pillow that smelled like you. A photo framed of you both in her arms. On the photo she kissed you in a very unexpected moment. The day she got the text message of your best friend that you are gone broke her completely. Shattered her at pieces literally and mentally. You were on your way to UK for a new start in life. The saddest about it is that you died in a car accident on your way at the airport with a cab.

Mina wanted everyone to bring you back especially after getting to know that you never got the life that she wanted for you. Long, peaceful and wonderful. You got taken from her too early. She vowed to herself that she is gonna find you in the next life and make sure that you get the peaceful safe life that you deserve.

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would LOVE to hear more about your tabitha and naomi headcanons!!!

and yee shall receive !! idk these are probably silly n basic because we know SO LITTLE about both, but whatever it's free real estate!!

considering we meet tabs at the underground rich ppl party, its a fair bet she's probably a rich nepo baby like everyone else in succ, but she seems pretty chill about it. she's just vibing, wooing her hot rich peers.

tabs has the laidback vibe of old fuck off money. older than the roys or pierces, i think. probably in property or land which is why she has no interest in the Roy trust or the pierce's or politics. we know that makes her more attractive to rome but probably to naomi too. here's someone so rich they really are only in it for you!

i imagine naomi and tabs crossed paths and hooked up occasionally in the past, but grew closer during/after naomi's accident. naomi told ken in the show she was struggling cos of press, trust, trauma, addiction, etc, during that time. from what we see of tabs with roman, she is a pretty patient and understanding person, at least to a point (everyone has limits). i imagine after her accident, naomi would have appreciated having someone like tabs in her life who isn't after anything and is relatively non-judgemental and chill.

don't really count this as a headcanon cos it's just true but tabs and Naomi were hooking up that whole weekend at the Pierce estate. I know it's framed as the "Ken and Roman attempt to get Some" weekend but we know neither of them got any lmao but u know who did?? my gorls <3

for what it's worth I do think naomi and Tabs both genuinely liked kendall and roman. i don't think there were any ulterior motives on their parts. as we saw, neither naomi or tabs had any power or insight to sway the deal in any way. equally, tabs and naomi really gain nothing power-wise from dating these guys so u gotta assume it was genuine on some level. like they really just saw these human shaped messes of men and went "hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3" kinda very bisexual of them both really. I felt v represented by it I must say

i dooooo think in the immediate aftermath of naomi and Kendall break up, the next time she hooked up with tabs, they defs had a little "what IS wrong with them?" convo where they probs just showed each other roman and Kendall's lame texts, had a laugh, and then washed their hands of the roy boys

when it's announced tom is ceo of waystar, naomi calls tabs like, "isn't that literally the guy who swallowed his own load because you told him to 😂" and she's like yeah turns out he never stopped and idk they probably start dating seriously again after that.

after naomi gets her share of the money from the sale to the Waystar I like to think she uses it to start some overpriced rehab centres or something. eventually, her and tabs get engaged. nan pierce never acknowledges the relationship and passively refers to tabitha as a friend of the family, even at their wedding because she honestly seems like that kind of bitch.

honestly they probably just continue living cool beautiful bisexual women lives. maybe naomi has some rough patches here and there cos you know addiction isn't easy, but tabs is there for her. they just become this quietly classy wealthy lesbian couple who throw great parties with other philanthropic influential gays and closeted wealthy folks. I'm imagining something like what the kindness blind items say sandra bullock does with all the Hollywood lesbians gays.

shiv invites them both to her baby shower because they're honestly the closest thing she has to friends who are women after everything. they don't go though cos they assume shiv is just inviting them to mess with the boys. they send a very precocious expensive gift though like literal gold and silver baby cutlery or something

tabitha becomes like an insanely successful ghostwriter or something. idk why I just have the impression she's kinda been a wallflower in all these insane wealth spaces and eventually tells all those stories somehow

I feel like if I don't stop I'll just be writing fanfic so I'll stop but idc if it's just projection I jus love that there's 2 beautiful aloof bisexual women in this show and the only thing we really know about them for certain is that they were both way too good for the Roys <3

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if you were in charge of hammering out the league's designated nonthreatening popstar boys, who's making the cut? did any of the guys people tagged pass your j-14 peer review?

anon i need you to know that receiving this ask made me sit back in my chair with my hands clasped nodding like a CEO who just made an important acquisition.... teddy nation we won. finally i get to extrapolate on this. so let's discuss.....

most of the responses i think had a fundamental misunderstanding of what i was going for.... i am talking straight up traditional prettyboy young guy. teen heartthrob. we are looking for each team's early days justin bieber, their jonathan taylor thomas (not a popstar but you know what i mean). andrei svechnikov is hot but he looks like a MAN... we're looking for BOYS only. jack hughes could still pass for 17 and THAT is the thesis here. this is maybe not the hottest person on each team (nico is OBVIOUSLY the far hotter devil but he's a little more mature and refined than the teen popstar type. he IS however the choice if we're talking about "budding lesbian's 'i'm smarter than other girls'" choice of crush) but it's their guy with boyish looks and an easily marketable personality-- sweet and sensitive, a little cocky and sassy but Raised Right, etc. a Bad Boy (tyler seguin) doesn't work here as he skews more milf bait/20something. yknow?

some correct answers/guys i think could do this: mitch marner, jack hughes (obv), trevor zegras (i don't like either of these answers either but they're literally already this. the amount of both young teenage girls and older women in jack hughes jerseys i saw at the devils game i went to was astronomical.) jack quinn from the sabres, henry thrun from the sharks/barracuda (less a popstar and more an actor but still would do numbers in j14)... i think there are a lot of guys who are Pretty but don't have that kind of like, star power that would make them fit the Vision.

everyone who said owen power needs to rethink. that man looks like he works at best buy and plays covers of ben folds songs at bars on the weekend because he's convinced he's on the edge of being "discovered." don't fall for his tricks.

basically my opinion boils down to: most teams don't have one!! that's why we need them!! there are lots of other guys we could be Marketing but the Teen Heartthrob is a rare breed.....