hi! hope youre doing good! could I request Lukas Matsson x reader fic with the prompt “why are you awake right now”
im in love with your writing!
so thankful for the Lukas love. got carried away again, 18+ only!!
Lukas Matsson x (fem) Reader
prompt: Why are you awake right now? 18+ ONLY
In an unexpected twist, you spent your first night in Stockholm stranded at Lukas Matsson’s estate with the Roys. A torrent of icy rain had made travel to your hotel nearly impossible, so Lukas had diverted you to his house. He called it your welcome party to Sweden.
At two in the morning, you were still wide awake. You could hear the sound of a TV from behind Roman’s door, Shiv on the phone with Tom, and total silence from Kendall’s room. As his assistant, you were basically always on call. At least for now, you were off the hook and free to roam.
The house was otherwise quiet, with the sound of icy rain pelting the roof. You wandered the dark halls barefoot. Of course the concrete floors were heated. Beyond dark kitchen, the light of a TV flickered from the another room. You peered inside then froze, looking in at Lukas himself, reclining on the sofa in only a white tank top and shorts. You started to turn and creep away, but it was too late.
“Is the TV too loud?”
You stepped into the room hesitantly, self-conscious in just a t-shirt and shorts.
“No, it’s fine. I just got lost… on the way to the bathroom.”
“There’s one in your room.”
“Right.”
He gave you a curious glance.
“Why are you awake right now?”
“Jet lag. I never sleep anyway.”
Lukas nodded knowingly.
“I’ve never met anyone I respect who sleeps well.”
He gestured towards the TV.
“Well, I’m watching Swedish dramas if that interests you.”
You padded into the room. There was no where to sit but on the sofa with Lukas. Tucking your legs beneath you, you took a seat at the far end. You blinked at the screen, where two Swedish detectives leaned over a body.
“I don’t speak Swedish,” you said.
“It’s okay. I’ll explain. By the way, have you tried any of our snacks yet?”
He held out a bag of gummies and you took one, examining it.
“What is it?”
“Bilar. It’s supposed to be shaped like a car.”
“It looks like a rabbit.”
"Yeah. Now that you mention it."
“What is that?” you asked, pointing at his soda bottle.
“Julmust. It’s soda we drink at Christmas.”
“It’s April.”
“I guess I don’t do things like normal people.”
“I could have told you that.”
He gave you another curious look, which turned into a grin.
“Sorry,” you said. “Jet lag. My filter is gone.”
“It’s okay. I've never had a filter. It gets me in trouble a lot.”
He gave you another glance.
“So can we agree to pass over all that small talk bullshit?”
“Fine with me. I don’t have the energy for it.”
“You can hit me if I say something shitty.”
“Sounds like you have something in mind.”
He sat up, putting aside the soda and candy.
“I could have gotten you guys a ride to your hotel. But I wanted you to stay here.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I don’t know when we’ll have a chance like this again.”
His eyes passed over your bare legs. His arm was spread along the back of the sofa, lingering close to your shoulder. You felt the heat flush into your face. You had caught the looks he gave you at various events with the Roys, and yet this was the first time you had found yourself alone with him.
“Why didn’t you come to my room?”
“I wanted you to come to me.”
You stretched out your legs, grazing his lap.
"I've got all this energy I don't know what to do with," you said.
He slid one hand up your calf, creeping along your thigh. His eyes were fixed on you, watching your reaction.
"I think I can help with that," he said.
You took a sharp breath as his hand pivoted to the inside of your thigh.
“I think the others are still awake,” you whispered.
“Then you’ll have to be very quiet.”
He gently took hold of your ankle, pulling you towards him. You wrapped your legs around him, feeling him between your thighs, just the thin fabric of your shorts separating your skin from his.
“Do you think you can be quiet?” he asked, eyeing your lips, your neck.
“I’m usually not.”
He let out a low breath, brushing your hair out of your face.
“I wish I could hear that,” he said.
“What about you?” you asked, grinding into his lap. He tilted his head back, letting out a low moan.
“Shh,” you said, then leaned over him, taking his head in your hands. As you kissed him, you felt him grind against you from below, growing harder. He grabbed your hair suddenly, pulling your head back.
“Whoever breaks first loses,” he said. You grinned into his lips.
“Deal.”
In one movement, he picked you up and lay you down on the sofa. He pulled off your shorts, tossing them on the ground, and nudged your legs open with his palm. He looked at you with a glimmer in his eye.
“I think I’m going to win,” he said. He stroked you between the legs with one long finger, gazing into your eyes. You threw your head back, biting your lip.
“See?” he grinned. “You’re already so wet.”
“Fuck you,” you whispered.
He slid the finger inside as you stifled a moan. Then with a wink he lowered his face between your legs. You felt his tongue hot and wet against you.
“Oh my god,” you whimpered.
His other hand slid up your leg as his fingers moved slowly, rhythmically, in and out. You clenched your fists in his dirty blonde hair, meeting his blue eyes as he glanced up to see your reaction. All the while, the TV light flickered silently over your two bodies, pressed against each other on the sofa.
“I’m still going to win,” you gasped.
He lifted himself up, gazing down at you with his hair wild, breathless. He kicked off his shorts, buried his hand in your hair, and pulsed into you all at once.
The moan that escaped you was beyond your control. You felt his entire weight on top of you, cradling you in his huge arms, as he teasingly put a hand over your mouth.
“You lose,” he whispered.
Not two minutes later, the door to Kendall’s room slid open. He peered out into the hall. Silence. Padding through the house, he made his way through the kitchen until he saw the TV flickering from the other room.
He peeked inside. There you sat, side-by-side with Lukas, a blanket over your laps. Between you were several bags of snacks.
“Hey guys,” he said uncertainly.
“What’s up, man?”
“I thought I heard something.”
Lukas nodded at the TV. “Someone just got murdered. You want some snacks?”
It wasn’t hard to miss the fact that your hair and Lukas’s was a mess, several pillows had fallen to the floor, and your cheeks were flushed. You looked at him guiltily. Kendall caught your eye and gave a slight grin.
“That’s okay. I’ll leave you guys to it.”
With a little wave, Kendall withdrew from the room, leaving you alone again.
“Poor guy,” Lukas said. “Guess he can’t sleep either.”
Then he tilted your face towards his and kissed you on the lips. His hand slid beneath the blanket.
“Now, where were we?”
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So my problem with AA stans claiming to be "dark romance enjoyers" is that it's uuh. Incorrect.
I'm a fantasy romance writer and I have been in the same circles as dark romance enjoyers and writers. Like full on omegaverse non-con type shit. I don't like it myself and think it's wack, but the reasoning of the people who enjoy it is that they have lingering shame around wanting sex, around purity culture, potentially homophobia with men who enjoy omegaverse stuff, so a bigstrong alpha man who forces them to enjoy something they secretly want is a sexual fantasy to them. They can hold onto that "purity" and "innocence" and not have any shame around wanting sex, because technically someone else is forcing it on them. They can explore that safely within fiction, and don't necessarily want that to happen to them IRL, unless it's within kink scenes etc. And yeah I don't get it, but it is something people do and own doing, and I can't stop them so as long as they're doing it over there, it's none of my business.
But AA fans claim to love the "dark romance" of it, but then turn around and say that no!! He's NOT abusive!! He's NOT going to assault or mind-control Tav, it's NOT an unhealthy relationship, they're EQUALS and he ADORES them and won't disrespect them!! Just look at the backlash to the "kneel" kiss, people who got so mad that Tav looks distraught.
But look at what BW said in the infamous Discord screenshot: it's fine to enjoy the fantasy, but it's not healthy in-universe. The game itself says "maybe you enjoy degrading yourself."
But AA stans looked at that and went "UM NO!!! IT IS HEALTHY!! I'M BEING SHAMED!!! >:(" and "OH POOR BABY THINKS HE'S BELOW US AND THAT'S WHY HE THINKS WE'RE DEGRADING OUTSELVES!!"
And that's where my problem stems from.
An actual dark romance enjoyer would be like "ough yes Daddy Astarion brainwash me and make me your brainless little fuckdolll sex slave and make me take your cummies every day." Not "YAAS BABE YOU AND ME ARE EQUALS AND PARTNERS IN CRIME UWU UWU UWU (ignores all the red flags and pretends they don't exist)!!!"
So like. You claim you enjoy dark romance, but you're constantly, desperately trying to erase the actual, in-game, canon darkness of it. Any hint of it you try to excuse away, or blame on the writers, or say is OOC and wrong.
You whine and complain about "fixers" and "moralizers" and "fandom police," but you yourself are policing the very romance you claim to enjoy by sanitizing it and making it into something more palatable instead of accepting how dark it actually is.
I've yet to see any AA stan have a Tav who's like a brainwashed sex slave, or in an abusive relationship with AA. All of them are just girlbosses who are co-rulers, which leads me to believe you don't enjoy "dark romance," but privilege. That's the thing that gets you off, privilege and power, particularly a priveleged and powerful man putting you on a pedestal and giving you whatever you want, taking care of you, letting you get away with bad things because he has the power to make all your issues go away. (Is this why so many AA stans are also Russian ... who said that)
And that's FINE. But just admit that? Admit that Astarion's story isn't what draws you to him, that you just enjoy the idea of a beautiful man who has power sharing it with you, and AA just happens to have those surface-level traits if you don't engage with or misinterpret the source material. Hell, I'm a villainmancer myself, who's writing a villain origin story for shits and giggles where a girl becomes a war criminal with the loving help of her edgelord goblin king.
But y'all don't do that. And that's the problemo, lads. You made up a story in your head that isn't in the game, you idolize that story, and get mad when people go "Wait, that's not in the game???"
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