#succ fic

[jeffersonhairpie]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Succession (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: The annual shareholders' meeting is in full swing, but the Roys are plagued by the news that an old business rival of Logan's has shown up to cause a scene.

(Or - Mr Blobby attends the shareholders' meeting)

“The pink guy…” Logan tried to explain, leaving himself hanging and waiting for just one of these ingrates to get to the point on their own.

“Yeah, sure. The pink guy.” Roman lilted up at the end of his sentence, ready for the information to be filled in for him. Too fucking bad, son. You have to put in some of the effort yourself.

[actualhumancryptid]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Succession (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gerri Kellman/Roman Roy Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Post-Episode: s04e10 With Open Eyes (Succession), Gerri Kellman Has an Orgasm, Roman kind of gets a cuddle, Valentine's Day, Love Languages, Idiots in Love Series: Part 15 of Truly, Badly, Gladly : A Gerri and Roman Valentine Collection Summary:

Valentine's Day is not something Gerri has ever had much room for in her life. But she's now having to face it, as she tries to navigate a new but surprisingly sweet and romantic relationship with Roman, a year after the the events of the finale.

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Just realised I should drop a link here because I finished a thing! Forgot that’s what you do since it’s been a million years since I wrote a fic.

I kind of wound down my fandom participation levels a lot after the finale. Is this thing even still on?

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

🚨 Ao3 IS DOWN 🚨

[ladygata]

Mike Flanagan really said wow the queers love Succession so much I’m gonna give them exactly what they want this year (a horror Succession au).

[humanveil]

hey guys. remember succession.

[wiccawrites]

this whole look but instead of a white shirt he's in a blue hoodie :)

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

finished the first draft of my latest ted/rebecca fic today after starting it weeks ago and just letting it sit for ages. i opened that google doc again! i made it happen! huzzah!

[uglyscrawl]

while I'm at it here's the start of that Shiv fic I've been bouncing around in my head forever. same universe as the rest. baiting the hook, baiting the hook

“He’s a fucking pig,” Shiv spits into the receiver, her anger just as potent as it had been two weeks ago, when she looked at her screwball older brother and saw nothing but his unchecked gluttony, his perverse glee at being handed the rights to rub her face in his bloody victory every time they spoke for the rest of their lives. Parading around the city in his coronation regalia, penis erect and pupils blown. The memory of Kendall luxuriating in Dad’s chair still makes her so livid she could spit. “And you’re a fucking pushover, Roman,” she adds for good measure, almost equally disgusted by him. “I can’t believe you’re nannying him after he practically fucking tried to kill you. Does he jerk your little dick every few days to keep you indebted?" Roman doesn’t take the bait, sounding tired enough when he replies that Shiv feels a quick stab of remorse. “I don’t want my only real brother to blow his brains out and rope us all into another nauseating funeral circus. Sue me.”  “He wouldn’t have the stomach for the gun,” Shiv says, giving him an inch. “He’d probably try to drown himself again and end up crying in your lap when it didn’t work. River water spilling out of his Dumbo ears.”  “Hot. Maybe I should toss him out on his ass.”  Shiv smiles, basking in the slice of light Roman is allowing into the moment. “You should. Let him see what it’s like to have to work for something for once.”  “… Shiv, you know that’s not fair.”  And just like that, it’s dark again.   “Don’t you talk to me about fucking fair. You two have been shutting me out our whole lives, and look where it got us. I swear to god I’ll never forgive you. You were supposed to know better.” She’s clawing her fingernails into the skin of her stomach, picturing it swelling grotesquely; the seed inside her compacting her organs as it stretches to unthinkable proportions. She’s never hated her body more.  “Shiv,” Roman says, awkward and fearful. “I don’t know what to do when you cry.”  “Stay the fuck out of my life, that’s what.���

[51st]

paradigm shift - fic

I wanted to write a "friends get into a habit of platonic bed sharing and it results in sweet, sweet pining torture and epic sexual frustration" fic, so I did. :D

Because these are the tropes I LOVE THE MOST.

paradigm shift

Tom Wambsgans/Greg Hirsch, 12k - Explicit

Tom closes his eyes, breathes out. “Would you sleep with me? Not. Any funny business. You know, just. Sleeping. I don’t want to sleep by myself tonight.”

It’s like something a little kid might say. Something that, if Greg had said it, Tom might turn it into a joke. “Awww, want a bedtime story too? Glass of warm milk, maybe? Scared of the dark, Greg? The storm? Need me to source a thundershirt in your size?

“‘Course,” Greg says. “Of course I will.”

[samuelroukin]

debating whether i want to add a bj scene after the Main sex bc that’s kinda where this is heading or just finish it here…. which is easier for me but feels like a cop out

[stewy]

what genuinely makes me want to kms is the single 12martha fic in existence being better than any 10martha fic i've ever read but it is literally just her. against the world

[jeffersonhairpie]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Succession (TV 2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Greg Hirsch/Tom Wambsgans, Siobhan "Shiv" Roy/Tom Wambsgans Characters: Tom Wambsgans, Siobhan "Shiv" Roy, Roman "Romulus" Roy, Connor Roy, Willa Ferreyra, Rava Roy, Sophie Roy, Iverson Roy, Kendall Roy, Greg Hirsch, Logan Roy, Marcia Roy Additional Tags: Christmas, Canon-Typical Behavior, a heavy dose of background connor/willa, mostly a Tom character study with plenty of family drama happening around him, failmarriage, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Sharing a Bed, Marijuana, blowjob, Semi-Public Sex, Stoned Sex, Recreational Drug Use Summary:

After a freak storm prevents all air traffic from entering the UK, Tom and Shiv head to the house in Albany for a less than magical Christmas with all the family

[chaithetics]

I was really hoping to make this Sunday a Succession Sunday with a fic drop but this weekend is so busy I don't think I'm going to be able to finish one of the three Succ fics I have that have word counts currently over 1K (we're not going to talk about the fifty other Stewy fics I'm sorry...)

I'm sorry and formally apologise to all the Shiv Roy, Stewy Hosseini and Kendall Roy girlies out there... We can play meal fit for a king and you can tip it over my head x

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Love how every tomgreg fic the sex is terrible and one of them cums almost immediately. Can’t even give these boys a W in smut they are just so embarrassing

[finalgirlkateausten]

📚 pls <3

the perfectionist in me doesn't like how wordy my pinterest homepage is, but I cobbled together some shivlina vibes for youuu ❣️❣️

pinterest ask game

RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES

ambiguously s1 pining shivlina ~ 536 words ~ rated M

Shiv leans back in the rusty chair of the small airport gate, wiping a hand across her forehead, maybe to get the sweat off, maybe to move her hair out of her face. "This heat is fucking unbearable."

Karolina tries not to focus on Shiv's fingers plucking another button loose on her rust brown blouse, or the droplet of sweat that runs down between her breasts. "We should've taken our chances with the engine issues," she says wryly. "If nothing else, we'd be much cooler while we drowned in the atlantic."

Shiv snorts at that, and Karolina bites her lip to tamp down an unbidden feeling of accomplishment. "Ugh, I wish I could just say 'fuck it' to the retreat weekend in Spain. I don't want to be there, my dad probably doesn't want me there, not really, and I'm just gonna be struggling to socialize enough that I don't come across as rude for trying to sit down and get my actual work done. Don't even get me started on the time difference..."

"I can't imagine it's fun getting pulled in all different directions by the level of commitment your father expects," Karolina offers, trying to be sympathetic without coming across as disapproving of the man who pays her salary.

Shiv huffs. "I show up because he asks me to, he's not even going to say thank you, and I'm going to have to make up for whatever shit Ken and Rome pull. I know how this weekend is going to go already." She bangs her phone against the arm of her seat. "And there's not even enough cell signal to answer emails." She laughs softly, even though Karolina can't quite tell what's funny. "How are we not both going insane?"

Karolina flushes a little, definitely from the heat and not from the idea of Shiv actually considering her own routine here. "Believe me, I'm practically in hives."

Shiv smiles and sighs, and the sigh turns into a groan, and she leans her head back over her chair, her eyes closing as Karolina's gaze darts from her messy ponytail to the arc of her neck. "We might as well just ditch the fucking plane... I bet if I gave the pilot a couple hundred he would tell anyone who asked that it's not safe to fly and we need to wait for another one. Let's have a day in Bermuda, huh, splurge on a resort hotel, get the fucking honeymoon suite or whatever."

Karolina tries not to choke on her own spit, managing a curiously arched eyebrow instead. "Without Tom?"

"Oh, don't worry, he'll be too busy sating his appetite for power to miss me," Shiv says, waving a hand. Her engagement ring glitters, and she turns to Karolina with a grin. "I bet you're better at eating pussy anyway."

Karolina knows she's bright red, and there's no saving it. "Hm, well, maybe we should wait for hotel wifi to make that call. I'll have to ask Gerri how many NDAs I would have to sign."

Shiv's laugh is louder than Karolina has ever heard, and when she grabs her hand and pulls her out of her chair, the touch feels like a static shock.

[ritualpyre]

imo tom wamsgams wears tom ford noir extreme if you’ve smelt it you know