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aquidragon · 2 years

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in the shroud of night [leon kennedy x reader]

good evening squad, I have prepared some DINNER!! enjoy my first publicly posted smut. Also, I’m looking for a potential BESTIE to beta-read these fics for me. DM me if interested :)) Also, this is actually aimed to be Leon a bit before/after Operation Javier but I also tried to write him to be more ambiguous to whatever arc he’s in lmao !!MINORS DNI!! Content Warning(s): graphic nsfw (smut) content, implied intoxication (everything here is consensual and both parties are fully aware), soft dom! Leon, a hint of a breeding kink, fluff, etc (let me know if I should list anything else, I’m terrible at cws) Word Count: 4017 words of pure delight --- Something about the darkness of night was inherently romantic. More than just the scandalous activities that often took place in the backs of alleyways, comfortable bedrooms, office desks, and behind closed doors across the world. The lustful dance of clashing lips and twisting tongues was not a stranger to the stars. Yes, as soon as the sun sank below the horizon, something in the atmosphere shifted into something less innocent.

Even more, this impacted more than just human beings. In fact, it seemed that all sorts of living beings basked under the romantic shine of the moon. It was impossible to miss, especially during the hot summer months; with the croaking of frogs and the orchestra of crickets. A symphony of mating calls reverbed through the night, as well as the twinkle of fireflies darting amongst the shadowy leaves. Yes, the nighttime was a time for the most universal sin; lust. This time, you were also a victim to the dizzying nature of the carnal emotion as your back was pinned to the rough brick wall behind you. Lips desperately pressed against your own as your hands helplessly trailed down his shoulders, dipping onto the firm muscles of his pectorals. His own hands were in two different locations on your figure; one was tightly wrapped around your waist, as the other firmly cupped your cheek.

Your lungs burned, desperate for air as your tongue tangled with the blonde’s, grasping onto his tight black undershirt. As soon as your lips disconnected with a small pop, you gasped loudly, intaking as much oxygen as possible. This made the man chuckle, thumb lazily stroking your cheekbone.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, the slightest hint of gentle affection within his baby blue eyes.

“It’s fine.” You pant, hands still pressed against his chest. “I just needed to breathe.”

He tilts his head, the bangs of his 90s haircut flopping over his face. The corner of his swollen, pale rosy lips turns upwards in a smirk. Large hand moving to delicately ghost over the features of your face, fingers exploring every bump and divot of your skin. “You’re gorgeous.”

You feel all the heat in your body seep into the space between your legs, your thighs tightening together slightly. Shyly, you advert your gaze from his intimating glowing blues, afraid of their ability to lure you in closer. You weren’t sure if it was the slightest bit of alcohol flowing through your system, or the warm hands pressed tightly against your body- you felt like you were floating.

What had driven you to the local club with your childhood friend Claire was a mystery, perhaps, it was fate that had led you directly into the magnetizing arms of Leon Scott Kennedy. It didn’t matter to you anymore, instead, you were too enamored with the spell he had cast on you to ponder the question.

“Are you sure you want this?” Leon asks, mint and whisky heavy on his breath as he leans closer to your face. His pointed nose brushes against yours, the heat of his question hot against your sensitive flesh. You kept your eyes away from his intense gaze, but a guiding finger on your chin brought it back. Your name is gentle on his tongue. “I can stop, we can stop. I can take you home.”

You shake your head, this time, your hands float up to cup his sharp cheekbones. “Leon, I want this. I want you.” You look around nervously, taking in the surroundings of the dark alleyway. All it would take is someone exiting a bar for a smoke break to see the both of you, limbs tied together intimately. “-But not here.”

The blonde nods his head in agreement, shifting his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. “That sounds like a great idea to me, doll.” He gestures to the opposite end of the narrow street, towards the parking lot. “Let’s get out of here.” Before you could respond, his arm hooks your knees, bringing you up in a bridal carry.

You squeal out a laugh, your arms wrapping around his neck to stabilize yourself as he carries you back to his car. You figure that Claire would figure out that you had left early with Leon, you would send her a text message as soon as you could, just in case. The government agent effortlessly took you back to his car, a sleek, black, Jaguar, that reflected the yellow street lights.

He places you back down to your feet, reaching into his deep jeans pockets to unlock the doors. Before you can reach over and step into the passenger side, he beats you to it, a charming grin drawn across his pearly teeth. “After you.”

Your cheeks darken, barely managing to thank him as you slide onto the leather seat. The door thumps shut beside you, and then Leon jumps into the driver’s seat on the opposite side. He winks at you as he stabs his key into the ignition.

With shaky fingers, you fish your cellphone from your purse, quickly thumbing a message to send to your friend (whom you felt a bit bad for abandoning). Right as you press the send button, Leon’s arm on the seat behind you to reverse catches your attention. You turn your attention to him, who gives you a cheeky grin.

You have been to Leon’s apartment before, years ago, when he first moved to Washington DC to start working as a DSO agent. Claire had called you since you were the only person (besides Chris) who lived in the city. You helped him move but hardly interacted afterward.

Now, here you were, sitting in the passenger side of his car; heading to his apartment to relish in the atmosphere of what the night provided. The thought made your spine tremble deliciously, shooting down to your core, with just the thought of his touch.

There weren’t any words that could cut open the heavy thickness of lustful tension in the small car. In fact, it even thickened as Leon lowered his right hand onto your thigh, giving it a delicious squeeze. You glare at him accusingly, but his eyes are focused on the road ahead, expression blank.

Your heart pounded in anticipation. You could already tell that the agent was a massive fucking tease. A gentlemanly tease, but still a tease nonetheless. His fingers played with the rim of your dress, brushing against the warm skin that was hidden under the fabric.

As you slowed to a stop at a red light, Leon’s ministrations intensified. His lips quirked in a devious smirk as he traced mindless patterns on your hot thigh. Arousal shot up your legs, making your clit throb impatiently as your panties dampened.

“Leon-” you breathed a warning, but he ignored you. Your face felt like it was burning as you wished you could throw your clothes off, and lust began to bleed into every single one of your thoughts. Was this all it took for him to infect your mind?

What could he do to you in the confines of a bedroom?

Your thighs pressed together at the idea, your mind wandering to the events that soon approached you. This made the driver chuckle lowly, almost like a growl. “Careful now, we’re almost there, sweetheart. Don’t get too excited for me.”

His hand slides from your leg, and back onto the black steering wheel. You feel as if you’re going to boil alive, as your blood pumps wildly to important locations. Leon Kennedy had cast his spell upon you, and you hadn’t even seen him naked.

As soon as he parks his car, he opens the passenger door for you, Cheshire’s smile revealing his perfectly aligned teeth. You step out, shaky on your noir pumps as he guides you to his apartment. His arm is wrapped around the curve of your waist, thumb rubbing against the exposed skin on your back as you head toward the elevator up to his room.

The murky fog of lust had followed you from the car, into the tiny, confined space of the elevator. Most of the residents of the complex were fast asleep, which meant you were alone with Leon inside the cramped metal box. He silently pressed a button to the third floor, and the box began its ascent with a loud thump.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, you were once again pushed onto a flat surface. The blonde’s mouth was hot onto yours, both hands on your hips as he thoroughly made out with you. Your surprise quickly transformed into satisfaction as you melded your lips with his, knowing that it seemed your spell was working on him as well.

You swallow deeply, heart pounding wildly against your chest, desperate to fly out. Your answer would determine how the rest of your night would go. You mimic his smile, looking up at him deviously. “I do, Agent Kennedy.”

The elevator door rumbled open following a ding, forcing Leon away from you. He offered you his hand, as he tugged you along. The hallway down to his apartment was familiar, you giggled softly, high off of lust as you reach the steel blue door that opened to his room.

As soon as the door is unlocked, you stumble back into the vast space, bumping into the back of a plush leather couch. Leon slowly approaches you, shouldering off his leather jacket, azure eyes pinned on you like a predator. He allowed the article of clothing to fall onto the floor, he had other things to focus on.

Your heart pounds as every nerve in your body vibrates with excitement. Your hands tighten on the dark fabric cushions of the couch, chest heaving with every breath. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the back of the couch, body pressed against the hard muscles of Leon Kennedy’s torso.

His chapped lips press against your exposed neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh, as his hands cup your back-preventing you from falling backward from your delicate perch. You let out a delighted whimper at his kisses, fingers toying with the hair at the back of his neck.

“Your skin tastes so good.” Leon purrs, pulling away from the crook of your neck to look at you. The azure of his irises was almost completely hidden, eclipsed by his blown-out pupils. “I bet the rest of you taste just as sweet, darling.”

You melt into his touch, hands tracing the strong muscles of his back and shoulders. The firm couch backing against your ass was starting to hurt, but the sheer lust in your head brushed it off. You were gonna be sore the next morning anyway, it wouldn’t matter.

“Leon.” You whine, hands finding their way down to the faint abdominal muscles underneath his thin shirt. “I need-”

The blonde hushes you, a finger pressed against your abused lips. “I know.” He effortlessly lifts you from the couch, and onto his shoulder. The angle allows you to admire the curve of his back, and delicious-looking ass.

A loud squeal escapes your lips as Leon swats a quick slap to your ass. The tight cocktail dress you were wearing started to ride up your hips, revealing a bit of your plump flesh. He sets you back onto your feet, lips peeled in a dangerous, devious smile.

“Do you like games, Y/N?” He growls playfully.

Leon lets out a delighted hum, reaching out to caress your jaw, thumb ghosting over your tender lips. “Run.” He orders, eyes darkened like a starving animal.

Without needing to be told twice, you sprint off, unable to contain your excitement as you prance away from him. You hear his footsteps behind you, close on your heels. You figured he could’ve easily overtaken you, but what would be the fun in that? You sprint down the pitch-black hallway, vaguely remembering the layout of his apartment. You sharply turn a corner into his bedroom, grinning wildly. Right as you’re close enough to his King sized bed, Leon pounces on you.

He pins you to the plush mattress, both of your hands trapped under his grip. You both laugh breathlessly before he leans down to kiss you again. You whimper in his mouth as his knee brushes against your sensitive, still-clothed, core. “Thank you for playing with me, gorgeous, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting your needs.”

Leon sits up, perched on his haunches, inspecting you from head to toe. “Go on, strip for me, I want to see all of you.” He cooed.

You almost scream in relief, finally able to peel off the abrasive fabric against your burning skin. Slowly, seductively, you pull down the straps from your shoulders. Then, you shimmy out of the rest of the figure-hugging dress. Your naked figure was almost completely exposed to the man before you, now just left in a lacy pair of panties.

Right as your fingers go under the waistband of your underwear, preparing to tear it off, Leon stops you. His head lowers to your throbbing center, hooking the elastic rim of the garment with his upper teeth. You watch, mouth gaping as he pulls your panties down the length of your legs with his teeth.

He looks exceedingly sexy with the damp fabric dangling from his teeth, looking down at you smugly. You feel totally vulnerable underneath his gaze, thighs rubbing against each other in a feeble attempt to soothe the desperate need for friction. The handsome blonde notices this, and drops the garment from his mouth.

“You’re so wet.” He mumbles darkly, as a long finger traces the length of your cunt. Your juices coat his digit as he teasingly circles it over your clit. You let out a desperate moan at his touch, toes curling slightly at the new sensation.

“I- “Shhhhhh,” Leon leans over your body to put a hand over your lips. “I got you now, just lay back and relax, love.” He studies your heated face with a lustful gaze. “I’m going to be all you think about for days when I’m done with you.”

The man hums against your nipple, sending vibrations throughout your entire nervous system in waves. You gasp, before it quickly turns into a loud moan. Your head throws back, as your body shakes in uncontrollable spasms. White stars spark in your vision as a tsunami of pure bliss washes over you.

You let out a breathless moan, muffled against his calloused palm, still pressed against your mouth. The agent moves his fingers, thumb rubbing slow circles over your sensitive clit, while his pointer finger begins to sink inside you. This elicits a gasp from you, and the hand silencing your noises moves away.

“You’re so soaked.” Leon grunts, leaning forward to whisper into your ear. “You want me that badly? Sweetheart, how long have you wanted me to touch you like this?” He peppers sloppy kisses along your jaw, stopping to press another one on your lips. “Speak up, doll.”

“Since I, ah, met you.” You gasp, arching your back slightly as he adds his middle finger inside you. Stretching you out just a little bit more, curling his fingers.

He lets out a delighted chuckle, a genuine smile stretching across his cheeks. “Oh? Since you met me?” His breath is hot on your face. “When you helped me move in four years ago? It’s been that long? Poor thing.”

You choke out a moan as he adds his ring finger inside you, pumping them steadily. “I’ve wanted you too.” Leon breathes against your ear, tickling the sensitive hairs on your neck. “Ever since I’ve laid eyes on you, Y/N, I’ve wanted you for myself.”

You cry out loudly, as his lithe fingers brush against your G-Spot, rubbing the sensitive spot deliciously. As he lifts his head from your ear, his soft blonde hair tickles your cheek, elating a whimper. His pace increases, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as his thumb continues to rub circles around your clit.

Your hips lift from the mattress, moaning out his name loudly, feeling the small pressure band in your lower stomach begin to tighten. “I’m- I’m gonna-” you throw your head back with a pleasured moan. “God”

“Do you want to cum, sweetheart? Is that what you want?” Leon purrs, looking down at you, azure eyes burning the sight into his memories. “Do you want to cum all over my fingers?”

You pant heavily, nodding rapidly as you struggle to find your words. The blonde grins, lowering his lips to suckle on one of your perky nipples. You squeal out in lustful delight as his teeth gently graze against the sensitive bud, dragging his tongue across the pebbled surface.

“F-Fuck,” you breathe hotly, feeling your core continue to tighten. “Leon, that feels, hah, so good.”

With a deep grunt, he pushes himself inside you, eliciting moans from both of you. Slowly, inching deeper into your soaking wet pussy as he basks in your warmth. “You’re so tight, so warm, so perfect.” He moans, shamelessly praising you. “All mine.”

As you ride out the high of your orgasm, Leon slips his fingers from your pulsing pussy. He observes the glistening juices on his hand, which was barely illuminated from the full moon peeking outside the window. He catches you staring at him, and smiles sultrily at you. Wordlessly, he slips the fingers in his mouth, noisily tasting you on his hand.

You almost moan at the arousing sight, but you’re silenced by him shifting your positions. You were dragged toward him, head sliding off the pillow and your hips flush against his clothed bulge.

His cock was straining against the fabric of his tight jeans, desperate for freedom. You scramble up, kneeling in front of him, and began to undo his belt. Leon gently keeps a hand on the back of your head as you fumble with the belt buckle, softly praising you once you slide the leather strip from the belt loops.

Before you can undo the buttons of his trousers, his free hand is already on them. Effortlessly undoing the button and dragging down the zipper with a single hand. The bulge of his black boxers peeks through his fly. “Go on, doll, take them off.” He urges a bit breathlessly.

“Of course, agent.” You tease with a small smirk of your own. You delicately hook the waistbands of both garments in your fingers, before yanking the articles of clothing down to his bent knees. The abrupt motion allowed his dick to spring free, inches away from your face.

His cock looked like it had been sculpted by Adonis himself, perfectly curved upwards. Pulsating veins wrapped his dick like decorative vines. Leading up to the pink tip of his penis, slick with pre-cum, leaking with anticipation. The sight made your mouth water, as another wave of electrifying heat sunk into your wet cunt.

“You see what you do to me?” Leon asked, stroking your hair gently. “I want you so badly.” He gently shoves you back toward the push pillow, crawling up to you, and positioning himself between your open legs.

“Now, you need to tell me something before we proceed.” He whispers gently, looking down at you. “I’m clean of any STDs, do you need protection? I have condoms in my nightstand.” His voice is low, rumbling from his chest.

You stumble over your words, opening and closing your mouth before settling on an answer. “N-No, I’m on Birth Control. Please just fuck me, Leon Kennedy.”

Leon laughs deeply, rubbing his cockhead against your hot entrance. “You want me raw? Such an eager girl, such a slut.” He kisses your temple, “my slut.”

You whimper slightly at his words, wrapping your legs around his waist. His dick is definitely girthier than his fingers, making your hole stretch delightfully around him. Your hands tremble as they move to tug at the ends of his skintight shirt, urging for to take it off.

Wordlessly, Leon obeys your silent request, lifting his shirt off of him while still inside you. He carelessly tosses the fabric aside, leaning forward to press his body against yours. His muscular body is warm against yours, damp with a fine layer of sweat, melting against you.

Cautiously, he begins to thrust his hips against yours, dick stretching your plush walls. You both moan at the sensation, which sounded like the perfect symphony to your ears. Leon’s moans are desperate and loud. His breaths are heavy between each delightful moan from his chest, not afraid to hide them from you.

“You’re beautiful.” Leon praises, eyes blown out with lust and unbridled affection.

You manage to smile at him, hands tracing his bare shoulders. “You’re quite beautiful yourself, Leon.” Your sentence trails out with a whimper as one of his hands lowers down to brush against your clit.

His thrusts inside you intensify, kissing your lips sloppily. He grunts into your mouth, fingers circling your clit in a quick motion. You arch your back against him, pushing his cock deeper inside you, the tip brushing against your cervix with a delightful sting.

Teeth clacking together, you tighten your grip on his shoulders, as well as around his waist. The sensation of his dick deep inside you as well as fingers on your clit were almost too much, making you cry out into his mouth.

Leon breaks the kiss briefly, only to moan your name delightfully against your sweaty forehead. “You feel so good, God, where do you want me?” He pants breathlessly, pace becoming a bit wild.

Without hesitation, you cry out as he drills into you, clinging to his back. “Inside me! Leon! I want you to cum inside me!” You throw your head back, as another orgasm begins to sneak up on you.

This makes the blonde chuckle breathlessly, pressing his forehead against yours. “You want me to fill you up doll? Make you mine once and for all?” He exhales heavily, struggling to restrain himself. “Is that what you want?”

“Fuck! Yes! Leon!” You shriek back with orgasmic pleasure, legs trembling violently against his pelvis. “Please!”

With a loud, lustful moan, Leon bottoms out deep against your cervix. Hot cum pulsates deep within your womb as he ensures that he coats your gummy walls with each drop. His head dips back, enjoying the bliss of orgasm as he empties out inside you.

After a few moments, he pulls out of you with a satisfying squelching noise, a dazed smile on his face as he sees white cum leaking out of your used cunt.

Something about testosterone-driven hormones made his chest swell up in pride at the sight as if it assured that you were completely his. Wordlessly, he climbs out of his bed and rushes to the bathroom nearby. Within moments, he’s back between your legs, with a warm, wet rag.

The feeling of the texture against your sensitive labia makes you jump slightly, overwhelmed with overstimulation. “Shhhh it’s alright, I’m just cleaning you up,” Leon whispers gently, making sure that you were cleaned of your shared juices before tossing the rag onto the floor.

He’d worry about that later, you were the priority at the moment anyway.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” The blonde asks gently, baby blue eyes soft with worry. This makes you smile, reaching over to rub his cheekbone affectionately.

“I’m better than alright Leon, I promise. You?” You breathe out, watching as the man visibly relaxes his shoulders.

“I’m amazing, thanks for asking, doll.” He presses a kiss to your hairline. “Do you want me to take you home?” The agent’s voice is sweet, as he gently traces soothing patterns into your burning shoulder.

You shake your head, turning your body to be parallel to his. “Can I stay here for tonight?” You ask hopefully, making Leon grin.

“Of course.”

His pale lips brush press against your cheek as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You can stay as long as you like.” ---

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #resident evil x reader #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 6

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halloiambored · 2 years

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CW: hero x villain fluff again.

A gasp from behind them startled Hero half to death, their frantic jump nearly spilling their iced latte.

“HERO!!”

Before they fully recovered, Hero turned around to glare with every ounce of hatred they could muster.

Naturally, Villain was all the more delighted. Rocking their signature smirk. “Oh don’t look at me like that, you should have noticed me come in. Not my fault you’re oblivious.”

“You scared me! I almost dropped my coffee - all over my favorite shirt, no less. Knowing you, you did it on purpose.”

“Did not. But Hero!” Villain left their spot by the door to excitedly stroll closer, “You’re so tan!”

Hero thought it was impossible, but their glare burned hotter. They definitely weren’t blushing… just a little sun burnt. Obviously.

“You’re so tan! Oh my gosh, can I touch it?”

As Villain reached out a hand to poke their arm, Hero’s menacing look was replaced by one of flustered embarrassment.

“Nope - do not, Villain. Why are you even here?”

Pouting, Villain refrained from poking them anyways. An action which, as you may have guessed, required an exorbitant amount of self control.

“Pppplease can I touch it? How am I supposed to know it’s you? You’re like a completely different person.”

“You almost spilled my coffee! Consider this my just retribution.” By now, Hero’s voice was tilted on the edges, their expression more amused than angry.

Villain took that as a sign to continue. Man, they’d missed their Hero.

“Mmmm, nope! You’ve been gone for too long. I will admit, that I may have been a little too happy to see you,” Villain was practically beaming, though their eyes held a dangerous gleam, “but I mean, I couldn’t help it. Has anyone ever told you that you are stunning?”

Hero knew that look. They were screwed.

Leaning in closer, Villain’s voice dropped for just a moment, “Both in your suit and out of it?”

Hero opened their moth to respond, but the words got caught in their throat. What on earth were they supposed to say to that?

“I’m touching it now,” the triumphant Villain declared in an abruptly polite and bubbly tone. In combination with their deceptively innocent (and scandalously close) smile, Hero was delayed in processing the threat.

What…

By the time they caught up, Villain had pressed their pale hand against Hero’s darkened collarbone.

#original #hero x villain #writing prompt #fluff #flirty villain #oblivious hero #tan

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porcelaincvnt · 2 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀.

madara uchiha x fem! reader

🧊 naruto drabble !

🧊 modern au !

cw // smoking , age gap ( both are adults! ) , tooth rotting fluff and a bit suggestive <3

imagine a hyper feminine reader and a cunning and daunting madara being THAT couple <3

a/n: i was inspired to make this just from listening to too many lana del rey songs 😗

🧊

you sat on the cold steel chair, the only thing that relived you from the biting heat of a hazy summer morning.

the cigarette danced between your fingers, the smoke swam through your whole hand. you raised it to your mouth and took a long drag, leaving it between your teeth, being careful to not bite the butt off.

smoke spilled through your cherry lips, the sunlight made them vibrant and your hair shined. but despite the summer heat, you felt a bit chilly. without your boyfriend, whom was sleeping still, curled up and his hair wild. he looked majestic in such a state, when he’s not asleep, he’s cunning and a force of nature. no man or woman could ever satisfy you the way he did.

sure, he was older, stoic, and quite a scary man. but who wouldn’t take up such an opportunity to have a bit of fun, even his mistresses didn’t mind one bit. even madara himself couldn’t resist a beautiful babe like you. the sun dresses, the ribbons that kept your hair neat and wrapped around your neck, a glass of cherry flavored cola in your hand and those heart-shaped sunglasses you loved so much. the embodiment of summertime joy. madara was nearly starstruck and thought that a girl like you needed to be treated quite nicely and danty. that is, until he truly got to know you.

the smell of cigarettes, cola and cherries was buried into every dress, skirt and silky top, down to your own skin. your seductive and scandalous nature enticed him, you could be quite mischievous, but just for the fun of it. what started as nights of hot hookups ended with a burning romance that couldn’t be extinguished no matter who or what tried to. of course, he still treated you like a princess, but with you always wanting to see a new side of madara, there were times where nights of harmless drinking turned into steamy sessions in the bedroom, the taste of liquor on his lips made you wild.

nothing came between him and his pretty baby.

just as you could get up to wake your sleeping husband, you felt two hands snake around your hips, slightly squeezing them. you smiled and turned to see the man you’ve been waiting for.

“took you a while~” you said to your still sleepy husband.

“i know, why’d you think i’d even get up?” he yawned, and you smirked at his remark. you’ll always be the reason he even gets up in the morning.

you then felt something cold on your lap, soothing your inner thighs that were uncomfortable from the blistering sunlight. you looked down and saw a can of cherry cola, your favorite and a staple of your image.

“it’s not too early to have some..”

🧊

#naruto #naruto fic #naruto drabble #madara #uchiha clan #madara uchiha #uchiha x reader #naruto x reader #naruto x you

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forcefully-awoken · 3 years

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this was requested by @waitforitillwritemywayout for my 1k event!

tamaki x reader

cw for alcohol consumption

tamaki comes over one night, drinks are poured, and so are feelings.

Drunk words are sober thoughts!

The phrase comes to you unbidden as you watch Tamaki take another shot, color rushing to his cheeks immediately after. You would have thought your best friend would be red all over but it’s only the apples of his cheeks that are, bright and glowing. He passes you one and you shoot back the bright pink liquid without a second thought. It burns down your throat, leaving a cloyingly sweet aftertaste.

“Let’s play a game!” Tamaki grabs your hand, drawing a blush to your own face that has nothing to do with alcohol. You withdraw your hand, not noticing the frown that flickers over his face for a split second, too busy adjusting yourself on his couch so your knees are no longer touching. There’s a smile on his face when you finally look back up at him.

“Okay, but you pick!” The alcohol hasn’t slurred your speech but it’s certainly affected your mind. You feel loose, your judgement impaired in the softest of ways. All you can do is trace Tamaki’s face, about to get lost in his eyes when-

“What about truth or dare?” If you were in a clearer state of mind you would decline his offer, too worried about the things that might slip out of your mouth without you realizing but right now? It sounds like harmless fun, any consequences are far from your mind. You nod a bit too enthusiastically, and you swear you can feel your brain rattle around in your skull.

“Pick, truth or dare,” You have no idea what you’ll ask him, so sure your shy friend will pick truth.

“Dare me, darling,” The pet name reaches your brain before anything else, hitching your breath before you realize what he’s asked. You didn’t have a dare planned either, and now you can’t quite think, and so you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“I dare you to.. call your crush and ask them out!” You blurt out the dare and immediately the air leaves the room. You have no idea what would possess you to say this. To watch the man you have a crush on call someone else and ask them out? You think you might die, right there on Tamaki’s couch, and then he would have to explain to the police why you were dead on his couch, and that would be a whole thing-

“I… don’t think that’s a good idea,” Tamaki says, cutting off your anxious train of thought. His voice sounds incredibly sober now, and his eyes are trained on a spot on the floor in front of him. You’re not sure why the request is affecting him so much in this way but guilt crawls up your gut, and spills out of your mouth.

“I’m so sorry, it was an infantile dare, I can’t believe I asked it,” Your words are slurred as you try to rush out your apology, desperate in your need to make him understand, to bring the smile back to his face as quickly as possible. He still won’t look at you even as you continue on, “Obviously you don’t have to call Mirio I’m sure he’s on patrol now anyways.”

“What?” Tamaki’s head snaps towards you so fast you’re sure he has whiplash now, but there’s only confusion written on his face as he slowly asks, “You think I have a crush on Mirio?”

“Yes? I thought it was obvious,” When Tamaki says nothing you continue on, “I see the way you two are with each other. You call him the sun. And your hero name is Suneater. Which is, like, very scandalous if you think about it too much.”

“Please stop talking.” Tamaki has his head in his hands now, and you decide, in your drunken state, that patting him on the back is the best way to console him. That is, until your hand is about halfway through the motion and his own hand reaches up to grab your wrist.

“I don’t have a crush on Mirio,” His voice is strangled in embarrassment, his eyes finally meeting yours. He looks down to where his hand holds onto your wrist, his fingers wrapped around it completely, holding onto you gently. “I have a crush on you.”

The confession falls between the two of you as soft as the first snow of winter. You don’t speak, scared that it will melt away just as fast, scared that the moment will shatter and you’ll be left with nothing but ice. Your eyes finally meet his, and now you do get lost in them, different scenarios playing out, all of them with him right by your side.

“Well, that’s a coincidence,” You start, breaking off to bite your lip. The liquid courage is fading fast and you want to get the words out before the night ends. “I have a crush on you too.”

It’s a blizzard when he kisses you. He’s got you pressed against the couch, and you can feel Tamaki everywhere. His arms hold you tightly, like he’s afraid you might run, and in response your hands tangle into his hair to hold him just as tight. You can feel years of repressed emotion in his lips, in the desperation of them. He doesn’t let you breathe, breaking away from the kiss to press his lips to your neck, to your collarbone, his body shaking as he takes you in.

“Maybe, oh!” You break off again with a whine when his fingers start to inch their way up your shirt, “Maybe we should talk about this?”

“We can talk after,” Tamaki says, stressing the last word but his fingers stop their crawl, “What do we need to talk about right now?”

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” You whisper out, and his face is right in front of yours again, as serious as sin. One of his hands comes up to cup your cheek, pressing his forehead to yours. He feels impossibly close now, as if he’s trying to absorb you, to use his quirk to become you.

“I do.”

You don’t talk much for the rest of the night, after that.

#cw alcohol consumption #tamaki amajiki #tamaki x reader #tamaki fluff #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha fic

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ourladytamara · 3 years

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Sister Amelia (1.6k words)

Tamara 4/05/2021 - @_ourladytamara

cws: CNC, corruption, weird slime tentacle monster, oviposition

A row of trees enclosed the garden from the rest of the woods of the Vallée de l'Ombre. There was peace, here; a deeper peace than any of the cloister-girls had tasted before their times living in St. Genevieve’s, by far. Overlooking the garden’s modest assortment of peas and squash was the small, spindly stone monastery, built by the cloister’s great-grandmothers in forgotten yet cherished eras.

Sister Amelia steps onto the grass-covered cobbles, basket in hand. Mother Superior had sent her to fetch an extra few bushels of spinach for supper; it was a bit late, the sun now slinking beyond the verdant hills of Shadow Piedmont, but that shouldn’t be an issue. She felt safe here, surrounded by her Sisters’ herbs and vegetables they’d so excellently tended to. God’s glory – it was real and Amelia was lucky enough to be surrounded by it at almost all times.

With ginger movements Amelia kneels down before the small tuft of spinach leaves growing from its little dirt plot. Grass tickled her ankles. Her well-trained hands quickly plucked leaf after succulent leaf, tossing them into the wicker basket now sitting on the earth beside her. The leaves rustle, shaking as the plant is stripped of its delicious foliage. One particular leaf snaps from the plant rather loudly, eliciting a small jump from the young blonde nun. Curious. Amelia holds the now-torn stalk in her hand and ponders it – before another, far louder snapping draws her attention.

Whipping her head around graces her with mere seconds of visual information before her body slams into something large, wet, and steamy-hot. Where she’d expected to see the pristine pines behind the garden she instead saw nothing beyond a glistering surface of tenebrous, oily skin; she could only assume it was skin, after all, as the sheer shock and confusion had given her previous little context.

A yelp crawls out of her throat but is quickly silenced, as the great mass grabs hold of her minuscule figure with unseen tendrils. It adjusts its grip on her, moving her face and giving her just enough of a gaze at her assailant to jog her memory.

A Shade. Native beasts of Shadow Piedmont, like enormous writhing masses of lust, malice, and uncountable other sins. Mother Superior had been adamant of their intense danger – but they normally stayed far in the forest, luckily far away from the supple flesh of Christ’s finest flock.

Whatever resistance was building as a full-throated scream in Amelia’s mouth was replaced with the vile bitterness of a thick, knobby tendril being forced into her mouth. It spread slime across her lips, wiping it across her face with additional, smaller tendrils that broke from the undulating mass of flesh and slime. It groaned, heaved, gripping Amelia with all it had before rolling itself – and the girl – onto what could be called the thing’s back. Amelia flails like a ragdoll. The tendril in her throat tenses up, forcing her head further into the thing’s soft form. Distracted by the sudden application of force, Amelia can offer little resistance as four more tendrils sprout from the thing, grabbing and quickly restricting her legs and arms, pulling them up into a highly-vulnerable position.

Amelia was a good Christian. She’d never so much as thought about her own body in such carnal ways, hesitant to spoil her otherwise-pure mind like white linen dragged through mud. Now, she found herself prone and exposed like one of the harlots in those scandalous city magazines Mother Superior railed against. It made her sick – but far sicker still when she felt more of the disgusting pseudopods gripping, and then tearing, her modest black habit. In seconds she was utterly exposed, shredded cloth tossed across the one-idyllic garden like wreckage from a train crash.

She gagged, choked, struggled – but all of it only exhausted her further. Wherever she writhed the Shade had a superior grip, superior weight, and superior intent to force its vile will upon one of God’s favorite daughters. Amelia, on the other hand, was approximately a hundred pounds of girl, evenly-distributed across her wiry frame. It was no contest; her naked form shuddered and thrashed one final time before succumbing to exhaustion, the Shade’s plan going just as its crude intellect had foreseen.

Save for the black habit on her blonde, braided hair, Amelia was now entirely nude. She was flat-chested with pert beestings for nipples, a delicate quim situated between her pale legs. One could’ve mistaken her for one of the old masters’ most lifelike sculptures, like a slight and tasteful Venus carved from fine, pale marble.

Seconds later the Shade was forcing more tendrils within her. It grew two long, knobby pseudopods from its disgusting mass, dripping with the same slick that coated the rest of it; Amelia had but a moment for her eyes to widen in terror before they were slamming into her cunt and asshole with reckless force.

She was speared open. Nothing had ever been inside her like this, save for the curious finger or two when she was younger and far less attuned to the word of God; now, the most intimate parts of her anatomy were being filled by inky tentacles thicker than her forearm and easily twice as long. Slick ran from her cunt uncontrollably, some unseen pheromone of the Shade’s creation forced her to lubricate her assailant. Thinking was nigh-impossible; if the fear and anguish didn’t silence her inner thoughts, the pain and stomach-churning pleasure would.

The tendrils in her cunt and asshole pressed themselves deeper into her guts. They were rubbing together inside her, practically frotting through her innards and driving her mad with every additional thrust. Every motion forced them to throb, pulsate, and leak some hot and unseen substance inside of her. Her throat, too, was little more than another fuckable orifice, the Shade evidently paying no mind to her need for oxygen as it fucked deeper and deeper down her distended esophagus.

Amelia’s entire body ached. If she tried to focus on the strain in her throat the strain in her asshole and pussy would snap her right back, and vice versa; merely summoning the necessary thought was painful enough, made moreso by the grim enjoyment her less-refined animal mind had begun to derive from the beast’s brutality. Normally, she’d rely on prayer to banish these wretched fantasies, but for obvious reasons her mind couldn’t find the right verses.

Something like a worm was working its way into her. She could feel it – deeper than the gut-rearranging cock-tendrils slamming into her every second and deeper than the pain and humiliation burning in her now-tarnished eternal soul. It was satisfaction. Few things were satisfying to her, a simple mind for a simple life. But now, a new hunger, one she’d never felt but one that struck deeper than any phallic pseudopod.

Amelia’s eyes rolled back. The Shade churned, writhed, body ejecting some coating of cloudy slime from unseen orifices dotting its tenebrous mass. It mixed with Amelia’s sweat, soiling her even further. The rhythm and intensity of the Shade’s motions began to increase, picking up like a snowball rolling downhill and drowning its victim in more of the sticky, foul slime that rattled Amelia’s brain.

With something like pride, the Shade forced itself into the ground, gripping Amelia with sudden and intense strength. She was practically engulfed within the thing’s undulating body, sucked down into its center before it triumphantly began to seize. Seconds later, Amelia felt a new pressure inside her orifices. Pseudopods tensed, twitched, and began to unload; every one of her orifices was pumped full in seconds, a yogurt-thick slurry of semen and eggs flooding into her. First came the thick, powerful flow of semen, and then the frighteningly-alien sensation of small, pearl-like eggs filling her, rubbing up against the inside of her guts. Her innards were boiling-hot as they received the Shade’s reproductive ooze; she, too, came, pleasure successfully stomping the last of her resistance into the mud.

Relieved, the Shade released her. Spry limbs fell limp upon the titanic, adiposal being. Amelia panted as the tentacle in her throat retracted, finally giving her enough breath for the stars floating across her vision to begin to fade. Her head was utterly empty, buzzing pleasantly; her faithful mind was marinated in the Shade’s overpowering pheromones. Where once sat her devotion to Christ now stewed a bubbling swamp of her twisted desires. The light of God had once filled her, but now she found herself filled in a far more tangible and far more carnally-satisfying way. No mass compared to this, no scripture to replace the animal insight she’d gained in mere minutes of brutal fucking. With a groan, the Shade deflates and rolls the girl onto the grass below, green blades sticking to her pearly slime-soaked skin.

The eggs within Amelia writhe, twitch, pulsate – for a moment she thinks to speak to the Shade, thank it for something despite knowing its inherent unintelligence; before she can so much as sigh, however, the stumbling mass crawls on its central sluglike foot away from the garden and the house of God it’d just defiled. Amelia raises a twitching, sticky hand as the thing shuffles back into the treeline, a thick trail of slime to mark its path.

The sun sinks beneath the hills of Shadow Piedmont.

“Sister Amelia, where are you?” calls Mother Superior from the kitchen window, some floors above the exhausted, cum-soaked girl. “It’s dangerous to remain in the garden when the sun’s gone down.”

Amelia rubs her egg-filled stomach, gasping as the orbs within shift beneath her fingers.

“...I’ll be in shortly, Mother,” calls Amelia, breathless, in response. “I was preparing something to show you all.”

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haro-whumps · 4 years

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Box Boy Meeting Mama

(CW: slavery, dehumanization, creepy + intimate whumper, implied noncon, videorecording, possessive behaviors)

Tag list: @thatsthewhump @whump-it @ashintheairlikesnow @fairybean101 @finder-of-rings @comfortforthepain @shameless-whumper @that-one-thespian @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @raigash @im-not-rare-im-rarr

Part 1

“Mama! Mama!” Ren called to the open front door, bouncing down the steps excitedly.

Their mother was a stunningly tall woman, with heavy brown hair that waved like a product model and a solid, masculine build. Her shoulders were broad, her wrists thick, and she had a jawline that could only be drawn using squares. Although her skin was free of wrinkle or blemish, she could never be described as youthful, her presence heavy and sharp in any room she entered. Her color palette was almost exclusively red, with some black and rare gold, and anytime someone told her that a woman of her size shouldn’t wear high heels, she bought herself a taller pair.

“Hello duckling,” she greeted with a bright smile, hugging her child, the only person in the world who would ever describe her as warm or loving.

“Soren!” they called over their shoulder, only half-stepping away from their mother, “Heel! Position 1!”

Soren had been told he’d be meeting Ren’s mama that morning, and had been dressed up for it, wearing what could only be called a toga and gold sandals that stretched up to his knees. He rushed to them and stood with his feet slightly parted, arms at his sides, spine straight.

“Oh there he is,” she said curiously, eyeing him over as though to judge if his presence lived up to the rumors. He stood close to Ren, nervous around the looming woman, with her sharp eyes and strong arms. Ren was his owner, so of course they could do whatever damage they wanted to him, but they knew that to a whumpee, their mama cut a much more intimidating figure. She could do as much damage with a closed fist as Ren might with a belt. Maybe more.

“You’re right, the short hair really isn’t suiting him,” she commented at length, lifting a lock of Soren’s hair, which now skimmed his shoulders. The products were doing their job. She tilted his chin and her eyes lingered on the birthmark. “But you are a cute little thing, aren’t you pet?”

“Thank you, um, m-ma’am?” he said hesitantly, body tense, and Ren giggled.

“Aw,” Ren’s mama said with a knowing click of her tongue. “Did you call my child ‘ma’am’ and get scolded for it?” she asked with a small chuckle shaking her impressive shoulders.

“Uh--um, well,” Soren stammered, which was too cute, so Ren took pity on him and kissed his pretty temple.

“He’s been perfect, lately; hasn’t messed up since, have you angel?”

“No, Exalted,” he said, obviously relieved that Ren had stepped in.

“Oh, Exalted!” Ren’s mama crooned, “I like that, that’s so classy!”

“Thanks!” Ren said cheerfully, beaming up at her. “The other option is ‘Honored One,’ which I think has a similar ring to it.”

“Good choices, good choices,” she agreed. “Well, off to Sunday brunch?”

“Mm!” Ren hummed. They gave Soren a quick kiss to his cheek, petting his hair in a smooth, swift gesture. “Behave yourself while I’m out, Soren. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Have, have fun,” Soren said, glancing between them and their mama, timid around her, but that was fine. If Soren wanted to see Ren as the only safe thing in all the world, that was a-okay by them.

They climbed into the passenger seat of their mama’s red luxury car, one of the smaller ones today, and arranged their skirts around their legs. Best part of skirts: Ren looked phenomenal in them and they showed off their calves. Worst part of skirts: maneuvering in them.

“He really is,” Mama murmured as she started the car with her thumbprint, “That’s your sweet little Soren.”

“I know!” Ren said with a laugh, “I can still hardly believe it sometimes!”

“Well, he seems healthy and whole, at least.”

“Mama! Of course he is!”

She snorted and pinched their cheek, eyes still on the road. “I didn’t say I ever thought you wouldn’t take care of him, dumpling. But you know how those whumpee-vendors can get, sometimes. Every couple of months, it seems like there’s some new scandal that everyone just needs to flood the news streams with.”

Ren sighed knowingly, very put upon. “It’s true. I mean, really, you’d think we’d be past the whole ‘Oh hey let’s lose our shit over this’ phase of whumpees, right? They knew the risks when they signed themselves over, and it’s not like they’re actually people anymore.”

Mama hummed. “Do we want to go for cheese and pasta or are we thinking seafood today?”

“I could go for somewhere with refried beans and pork, if you’re up for it,” Ren stated.

“Oo, fancy today.” Mama threw on her turn signal. “Guaca Maya’s always a safe bet.”

“So, did I not, express, to Soren, enough, that I loved him and liked taking care of him when we were younger? Like, why didn’t he come crawling back to me?”

“Duckling,” Mama crooned, like when they were acting just a little unreasonable about how life wasn’t fair.

“It’s been bothering me since I found him, Mama. I would have forgiven him! He had to have known that, right?”

“Honey, sometimes poor people just… behave in strange ways. They’re not rational.” She gave their thigh a sympathetic squeeze. “The more you try to make sense of them, the more frustrated you’ll get.”

Ren sighed and stroked their brow, probably messing up their eyebrows but ah, such was life. “I know, I know. It doesn’t matter, I have him now,” they said, flaring out their fingers.

“And so cute, too; he’s so nervous!”

Ren giggled. “Oh, oh! Once we get seated I’ll show you; remember how I told you I was buying all those cameras?”

“Oh, that’ll be nice,” she said, parking the car.

They were seated at one of the better tables, the waitress accidentally calling Mama “sir” before she noticed the mixup, and after they’d ordered their food Ren pulled out their phone and tapped through the application, searching for their boy.

“Ha, there he is,” Ren said, holding out the phone screen so Mama could look. “He really likes that balcony.”

“Good thing, too, his freckles are so pretty when they’re dense,” Mama commented, taking the phone in that way the previous generation had, instead of just looking while Ren held it. Soren was seated on a patio chair, plush but waterproof, and was dozing in the late morning sun.

“I’m glad I got him the two in one sunscreen and lotion,” Ren remarked, staring gleefully down at the screen, chin in their palm. Even though it would be fun to poke and prod at the burns, they thought privately. Such things were not meant to be shared with their mama; she would scold them for casual violence.

“You’re such a clever kid,” Mama said proudly, handing the phone back, “Always the most prepared out of all your peers, I don’t know where you got it from.”

“Statistically speaking, probably you,” Ren said, and they both laughed. Brunch went by pleasantly, the two of them catching up on the events of the week. Mama knew a good portion of Ren’s week, since they had kept on delightedly texting her throughout, but it was always fun to eat and chat. Mama enjoyed flaunting her wealth as much as Ren did, and tipped equal to the bill, then drove Ren home.

“Same time next week,” she said before they got out of the car, “But not the week after--”

“--because you’ll be overseas, so we’ll have to videochat,” Ren confirmed, leaning across the consol so she could kiss their cheek affectionately.

“You got it. Alright darling, have a good one.”

“Bye Mama!” Ren called brightly as they got out, and returned inside. Brunch with Mama always left them feeling pleased and calm, and knowing that they were returning to Soren left them positively bouncing, skirt flaring out around their knees. They went to the kitchen to put their leftovers in the fridge,

and their mood turned on a dime.

“What are you doing with those scissors!?” they bellowed, crossing the kitchen in an instant, catching him by the wrist so hard he dropped the blades, their nails pressing bleeding crescents into his skin.

“E-Exalted, I--”

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” they yelled, slamming that fragile arm into the pantry door, grabbing him by the front of his toga and lifting, furious, spots swarming their vision.

“Nothing! Please!”

“The hell does nothing need scissors for?” they shouted, their face so close to his that spit flew onto it. “Do you seriously think you can just--”

“Thread! There’s a loose thread!” Soren wailed, free hand desperately pressed against Ren’s chest. They stopped, breathing hard, rage still curling in them but paused, just for a moment. Soren hiccupped on his little sobs and shakily moved his hand to point at the strap of his toga. “T-*hic* There’s a l-loose thread, Honored One,” he said, lifting it so they could see. Thin, unnoticed when the clothing was delivered, hardly even visible without someone pointing it out. “I, I was snipping it. I would never hurt you, Exalted, Ren, please, I would never, I’m not a fighter, I wouldn’t hurt you, please,” his fingers curled in the front of their blouse, “please, never, never. I wouldn’t, Honored One, please believe me, I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t.”

Ren released his wrist, their fingers trailing down his skin and leaving bloody marks. They took a deep breath, and let it out, releasing his toga and lifting their hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Oh, baby,” they murmured, trying to calm their heartbeat. “Oh Soren,” they said, pressing up against him, his back flush against the pantry door, their face pressed into his hair. His gorgeous hair, that he wasn’t going to cut. He hadn’t even been thinking about it. His first concern was that Ren thought he would hurt them, use the scissors to fight; cutting his hair was so far from his mind it never crossed it.

They stood there, pressed up against his quietly crying body, for an indeterminate amount of time. They pulled back when they were calm enough, and silently took the thread between their fingers. They leaned down and bit it, snapping it easily, and then kissed Soren’s birthmark.

“Go ahead and clean up the mess you made,” Ren said, glancing at their leftovers, which were now spilled across the kitchen tile. “I’ll go get some disinfectant for your wrist.”

“Thank you,” he said, high and quiet and Ren felt okay enough to smile at him. They kissed his pretty lips, thumbing at the tear tracks, half-dried, and left the kitchen. But not without first grabbing the scissors, taking the blades with them.

#whump #slavery #dehumanization #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #possessive behavior #videotaping #videorecording #pet #slave #lost temper #bbu #box boy #ren #soren #mama #mine #writing

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kpoptimeout · 5 years

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[UPDATED] BIG BANG’s Seungri Retires & Leaves YG + Police Confirmed Evidence of His Crimes

Breaking news for all K-Pop fans.

Seungri, the maknae of legendary K-Pop group BIG BANG, has announced his retirement from the entertainment industry. His announcement comes in the midst of the controversy surrounding his night club “BURNING SUN.”

For more details, see below + newest updates. (CW: Assault, Drugs, Sexual Harassment)

BIG BANG’s Seungri has been involved in many businesses outside of music, including the night club called “BURNING SUN.” The club was recently alleged to having staff that assaulted club-goers physically and sexually club, provided drugs and prostitutes too. As of March 10th, Seungri was booked for acting as an agent for prostitution and the police had marked him as a suspect.

Seungri’s involvement in this scandal has been responded with massive media scrutiny and public outrage. On March 11th, Seungri was further alleged to have shared hidden camera footage of female guests at his club to other male celebrities in a group chat.

Following these mounting allegations, Seungri took to Instagram to make the following statement on March 11th:

This is Seungri.

At this point, I think it would be for the best if I retire from the entertainment industry. I decided on retiring from the entertainment industry due to the issues that I caused. The disturbance and issues in society are too big. Regarding the issues that are being investigated, I will accept all investigations and reveal all the suspicions.

While getting criticism and hate from the public for the past month and a half, and with all the agencies in the country currently investigating me, I am even being considered a traitor of Korea. Personally, I can’t tolerate harming everyone around me to save myself.

I would like to sincerely thank all the fans in Korea and around the world who have given me lots of love for the past 10 years. I think this is where my end [as a celebrity] will be, even if it’s [to protect] the honour of YG Entertainment and BIGBANG. Again, I am sorry and would like to apologise once again. I am so thankful to everyone up until now.

According to the Military Manpower Administration, Seungri’s enlistment would not be delayed because of the scandals.

UPDATES:

March 11th: The Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency banned Seungri from leaving the country after booking him, meaning that his status was changed from that of a target of investigation (the stage before someone becomes a suspect in Korean criminal law) to that of a suspect.

Source: HuffingtonPost Korea

March 12th: The whistleblower of the case is a phone repairman, who came across these messages when one of the members of the KakaoTalk chat room got his phone repaired.

Source: YTN News (English Translation through Soompi)

March 12th: South Korean police have confirmed that after investigation the KakaoTalk chats were not fake or fabricated. The police official said, “Following analysis of the Kakao Talk conversations, it was confirmed that chat room actually existed and the conversation were not fabricated or manipulated.”

Source: The Hankyoreh (A Korean Daily Newspaper)

March 13th: YG Entertainment has terminated their exclusive contract with Seungri. YG has also promised to massively revise their company’s internal company constitution to prevent such horrible crimes from going unnoticed in the future.

Source: Naver Entertainment News

March 13th: Jung Joon Young has admitted to being an active member of Seungri’s Kakao Talk group chat which shared illegally filmed sex tapes of their sexual relations with women. He has also announced his leave from the industry.

Source: BBC News

March 14th: Around US Entertainment has confirmed that Yong Junhyung had indeed received illegally filmed sex tapes from Jung Joon Young through a 1 on 1 chat, watched them and also made lewd comments of the videos. He will also be leaving HIGHLIGHT. Additional information provided in the article here.

Source: AllKpop

March 14th: FNC Entertainment has confirmed that Choi Jong Hoon would be leaving F.T. ISLAND and FNC following confirmed evidence of his involvement in the illegal sex tape sharing group chat. He has also been confirmed to have bribed the police to cover up his drunk driving incident. His role as Seungri’s business partner is also being investigated. Member Hongki has also spoken up about this situation. Additional information provided in the article here.

Source: Naver Entertainment News

March 14th: SBS’ 8 O’CLOCK News revealed that CN BLUE’s Lee Jonghyun was involved in the illegal sex tape group chat. The conversations released could be found here.

Source: Naver Entertainment News

April 4th: Roy Kims is now a suspect of the police in the case and it appears he may have been disowned by his family. Read more about this here.

Source: Koreaboo

We will make note of future updates on this case.

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xiuhoelovesjohnnysbanana · 5 years

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These people who are acting like what happened with Seungri and the other celebrities is something that "they didn't expect in K-pop" or saying ridiculous things like "I liked K-pop better before" or acting like this only happens in Korea, what are you talking about? Were you not there for the entire #me too movement all over the world?

And even in Korea, before Shinee Jonghyun committing suicide there was Kim Ji Hoo, Ahn Jae Hwan, and Jang Chae Won.

Before Burning Sun there was Jang Ja-yeon ( Boys Over Flowers), who committed suicide at 29. Jang suffered clinical depression due to the sexual and physical abuse that she had received during her career. She was forced by her agent to have sex with a string of VIPs, including directors, media executives and CEOs and was beaten when she didn’t carry out the orders properly. Her agent Kim Sung-hoon, however, declined this accusation and he was never charged against.

Also the idea that it only happens in Korea is BLATANTLY RACIST.

Because again were you not there for all the school shootings and me too scandals? CRIME happens EVERYWHERE.

Les Moonves the chairman of the board, president and CEO of CBS was accused by multiple women of sexual harassment and misconduct in a Ronan Farrow investigation for the New Yorker. More women have come forward in the wake of the scandal. Moonves stepped down; however, his $120 million severance payout is in jeopardy after he purportedly destroyed evidence and misled investigators looking into the allegations.

Along with R Kelly and Bill Cosby there was Allison Mack former CW darling was arrested and charged with sex trafficking, sex trafficking conspiracy, conspiracy to commit forced labor, and racketeering conspiracy charges. Mack is accused of being a slave master in a women-branding secret sorority within the self-help group Nxivm. She pleaded not guilty to all charges and is out on bail awaiting trial.

I could go on for hundred more pages and the list of just the people who are involved only THIS YEAR will not end!

So please think before you speak people. Do your research. What happened is awful but let's not lose perspective.

#seungri #scandal #kpop #jong hoon #jung joon young

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janiklandre-blog · 7 years

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

9:35 a.m. sunny day the op is over, they asked how I feel, relieved, I said. It was a quickie yesterday - I was due at 1:30 - came at 12:45 - had been dawdling along Lexington Avenue - was rushed in, rushed into operating room - by 1:30 it was all over - left message for my grandson, he called a few minutes later, rushed uptown, by 2:30 he was there - we took a leisurely bus ride down 5th Avenue to East 8th, walked a block, he got himself a coffee - I had this time taken a bottle of Odwalla with me one of those many energy drinks that come and go these days. Three bottles used to be $5, now one is $3.99 - promisses you 65% of your daily protein need - has that been tested? Now it's pushed aside by Naked, even more expensive and at least a dozen other drinks with all you will ever need - it did keep me going until I got home.

My grandson had to go back to work, I asked him to drop me off in Washington Square - a lovely afternoon - why go and sit in my empty apartment. Soon where I was sitting I was joined by a group of elderly musicians, with guitars and singing lustily - not that I could understand any words but it must have been long ballads, they knew them by heart. My parents had been of the age of the German Wandervogel - a creation of the Romantics in the 19th century - there is a book by a Walter Laqueur - in German - there is likely to be something on google. The Romantics discovered the joy of walking, hiking, singing around camp fires - both my parents were avid hikers and in my mother's memoirs there is a long chapter on her hiking group - a high light of her young life. They had a song book called Zupfgeigenhansel - zupfen to pull, Geige a violin - a guitar - a had a copy that burned but my son has a copy. Alas in 1933 the Hitler people took over the tradition - my childhood was "un tiempo de silencio" a time of silence - an excellent Spanish movie. Dictatorships demand silence. The Hitleryouth sang lustily - I was silent, never learned the German songs. In America I have been on the fringes of so many different groups - all have different songs - love the Beatles - their songs too complex for me to sing. I haven't danced enough - Emma Goldman's plaint - haven't sung enough - not enough of other things too - uprooted people, I am one, lose out on a lot.

I enjoyed watching the people sing. I had had to stop eating before 7:30 a.m., felt a bit woosy when I got up, decided to do something most unusual - take a taxi. It is a 15 minute walk, even with my slow walking. On the corner of West 4th and Washington Square East one stopped - a kind Senegalise driver (Senegal, West Africa) - I could not open the sliding door, he got out - it was higher than my son's truck - that gives me some experience of getting into high vehicles - luckily still strength in my arms. We drove a block - East 4th street closed - had to get to Waverly Place, on to Broadway, back to East 4th, to the Bowery, one block to my house - meter says $5.50 - these days a mysterious $2 added - $7.50 - I gave him a twenty and asked back for ten. Uber is trying to beat New York taxis - but you need to be very smart phone smart - and at busy times on busy streets

On to other topics - just called my friend L.P. - not that I really expect any of my readers to remember all the people mentioned by initials - so eventually this blog might need a glossary to unlock what mystery there is - scholars of literature spend much time on this - alas I doubt I'll ever become of interest to scholars. Anyway I said I'd call her back at three - she liked my formulation of her ever busy, ever changing life - neither she nor I know where she will be by 3 p.m. Still - this leaves me with the option to meet her at Washington Square park, she lives near to it - or take the bus up to Central Park where Suzanne's office that I described - the concession by the sailboat pond - is turning into a meeting place - these are now three women friends with cell phones, texting and so we can meet in modern ways. Or miss each other in modern ways. But I am glad for options.

Had wanted to make one mention - singing the praises of a nurse practitioner yesterday - why are there not more of them - there are many who would like to function in this mode. The reason - the AMA - American medical associations - powerful medical doctors - who do all to keep them out of their lucrative realm - one of so many reasons why medical care in New York City is such a scandal. A doctor I went to demanded full pay - they would send me what medicare paid them. I called, was told, medicare will send you this money, call them. Another doctor told, medicare never sends anybody any money. Disgusting.

Yesterday - my friend - does not want to be mentioned even by initials - had texted she would be back in the city by 6 p.m. - I texted back, I would be home by then - and when I came home I found a message on my land line - my 17 year old answering machine, a replacement now has been lying next to it for seven years - however I'm told answering machines are out of style now, you get a service in the phone from your phone company - at a good charge I am sure - anyway, I'm amazed that the by now ancient tape still works - the one lying next ti it is digital - a new trick I would have to learn. So, on the ancient answering machine, a plaintive messsage from somebody who has forbidden me in the strictest way ever to mention him in any way - luckily he does not know how to open a computer - where are you, telling me he has left me a very long message - but God only knows where. I call the CW, he is gone. Mention my eye op - later find out, my friend was there and told. I wonder, will I hear anything from her. Finally she calls to say, I'll over soon - soon meaning another 40 minutes - when she comes she only has little time because she is cooking this morning - All the weird people I deal with. This morning I was by 7:20 at the office on 5th Avenue of the doctor who did the op - do I dare mention his name - he is there, dapper, slender in nice pants, shirt and tie - his staff is there - another patient - the operation is efficient, I'm immediately ushered into the office of the assistant , by now very familiar with eye exams, the doctor comes in, brief exam, a few words on the drops that I now have on different schedules for each eye - until May 15 - he wants me to come next Monday, I say I may be away - the next time he has time is Friday April 28 - call me, he says, if any problem. Hopefully no problems.

Walk back to The Bean, corner 3rd Street and 2nd Ave - 8:10 by then - meet a German friend with her dachshund, no name mentioned - M.H. is there - later she passes by with my friend - some gestures - then I walk out and now the whole thing gets politically sensitive - we have a very interesting talk, about politics - I realize a number of things - interesting how you come to realize things by talking. A lot saddened me - last and also not least my realization how fast things get back to people - yes, without texting, without cell phones and land lines - just by meeting and talking face to face. All this I must say is to me a very unexpected situation - and all I can say - thank God I am only a saddened observer - I suppose my emotions involved in some way - but again thank God, still flexible enough to create new situations for myself, in this city of millions. One of the many reasons why we love New York so much? Enough for today. Many of you may need a key to what I write - perhaps I myself may need a key - and do worry it all may be a bit boring. Off to the Polish church. The sun is shining. A beautiful spring day and I'm happy to have the eye ops behind me. Marianne

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Guía de series: Estrenos y regresos de febrero 2017

Febrero, el mes más corto, no tiene nada que envidiar al resto. De nuevo llegan tantas más novedades de las que somos capaces de ver. Haremos lo que podamos para seguir la mayor parte. De momento, veamos un repaso a todas ellas. ¡Feliz febrero!

Leyenda:

Verde: series nuevas.

Rojo: series de las que haremos reviews semanales.

Negro: regresos de otras series.

Naranja: miniseries.

Amarillo: tvmovies, especiales o pilotos.

Morado: season finales.

Morado claro: midseason finales.

Calendario de series

1 de febrero:

The 100 (4T) y Arrow (vuelve) en The CW

The Expanse (2T) en Syfy

Madiba en BET

Vikings (4T finale) en History Channel

2 de febrero:

Training Day (1T) y Superior Donuts (1T) en CBS

Powerless (1T) en NBC

The Cyanide & Happiness Show (3T) en Seeso

Adventure Time: Islands en Cartoon Network

3 de febrero:

Santa Clarita Diet (1T completa) y Imperial Dreams en Netflix

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (2T finale) en The CW

4 de febrero: High School Lover en Lifetime

5 de febrero:

24: Legacy (1T) en FOX

The Good Karma Hospital (1T) en ITV

6 de febrero:

APB (1T) y 24: Legacy (cambio de día) en FOX

Solitary: Inside Red Onion State Prison en HBO

7 de febrero: Imposters (1T) en Bravo

8 de febrero:

Legion (1T) en FX

Code Black (2T finale) en CBS

9 de febrero: Unforgotten (2T finale) en ITV

10 de febrero: Reign (4T y última) en The CW

12 de febrero:

Girls (6T y última) en HBO

The Walking Dead (7bT) en AMC

Apple Tree Yard en BBC One

13 de febrero: Eagles of Death Metal: Nos Amis (Our Friends) en HBO

14 de febrero:

The Mindy Project (5bT) en Hulu

You Me Her (2T) en Audience Network

Girlfriend's Day en Netflix

15 de febrero:

Doubt (1T) en CBS

Madiba en BET

18 de febrero: Britney Ever After en Lifetime

19 de febrero:

Billions (2T) en Showtime

Crashing (1T) y Big Little Lies en HBO

The Good Fight (1T) en CBS All Access

Son of Zorn (1T finale) en FOX

The Royals (3T finale) en E!

20 de febrero:

Bellevue (1T) en CBC

The Breaks (1T) en VH1

Bates Motel (5T y última) en A&E

Unlocking the Cage en HBO

The Halcyon (1T finale) en ITV

21 de febrero: The Detour (2T) en TBS

22 de febrero:

Major Crimes (5bT) en TNT

No Offence (2T finale) en Channel 4

23 de febrero:

The Blacklist: Redemption (1T) en NBC

Sun Records en CMT

Death in Paradise (6T finale) en BBC One

24 de febrero:

Lucky Man (2T) en Sky1

Patriot (1T completa) en Amazon

I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore en Netflix

25 de febrero: Taboo (1T finale) en BBC One

27 de febrero:

Taken (1T) en NBC

When We Rise en ABC

Tickled en HBO

Beyond (1T finale) en Freeform

Estrenos de series

Madiba (BET)

¿De dónde viene el nombre Madiba? Los reyes del pueblo Thembu, en Sudáfrica, formaban parte del clan Madiba. Esta miniserie de BET contará la historia de Nelson Mandela, interpretado por Laurence Fishburne (The Matrix, Hannibal), durante los años sesenta. Participan también Orlando Jones (MADtv, Sleepy Hollow), David Harewood (Homeland, Supergirl), Michael Nyqvist (Millennium) y Terry Pheto (Tsotsi, Catch a Fire). Basada en los libros 'Conversations With Myself' y 'Nelson Mandela by Himself' y grabada en Sudáfrica y Robben Island. Dirigida por Kevin Hooks (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Prison Break) y escrita por Paul Webb (Selma), Jane Maggs (The Offering), Janine Eser, Avie Luthra (Lucky) y Kathleen McGhee-Anderson (The Fosters, Lincoln Heights). Seis episodios emitidos en tres semanas.

Estreno: 1 de febrero

A favor: Aprender historia.

En contra: No nos termina de convencer su protagonista.

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Training Day (CBS)

Es un thriller criminal que comienza quince años después de los acontecimientos de la película del mismo nombre protagonizada por Denzel Washington en 2001. Trata sobre un policía idealista (Justin Cornwell) que es destinado a un escuadrón de élite de la policía de Los Ángeles donde es emparejado con un policía moralmente ambiguo (Bill Paxton; Big Love, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.). Les acompañan Julie Benz (Dexter, Defiance) y Drew Van Acker (Pretty Little Liars, Devious Maids). Producida por Jerry Bruckheimer (CSI), uno de los hombres de confianza de la cadena. Estreno: 2 de febrero

A favor: Los de Cuatro estarán contentos con un sustituto para Castle.

En contra: Suena a lo de siempre, no es necesario basarse en una película para esto.

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Superior Donuts (CBS)

Judd Hirsch (Numb3rs, Forever) y Jermaine Fowler (Friends of the People) interpretan al dueño cascarrabias de una tienda de donuts y a su nuevo empleado en esta comedia, basada en la obra de Tracy Letts, que nos mostrará a su variada clientela en un barrio de Chicago que se está aburguesando rápidamente. También participan Katey Sagal (Sons of Anarchy, Married with Children), David Koechner (The Office), Maz Jobrani (Descendants), Anna Baryshnikov (Manchester by the Sea), Darien Sills-Evans (Treme, Cosby), Rell Battle y Sarah Stiles (I'm Dying Up Here). Trece episodios. Estreno: 2 de febrero

A favor: Afirman, y se aprecia en el tráiler, que tratarán temas importantes y polémicos.

En contra: ¿Donuts? Podría convertirse en la nueva 2 Broke Girls.

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Powerless (NBC)

DC Comics está presente en esta comedia sobre una agente de seguros (Vanessa Hudgens; High School Musical, Sucker Punch) especializada en daños causados por los superhéroes en detrimento de los civiles. Un día, cuando se toma con una de esas batallas épicas, se encara con uno de los guerreros enmascarados convirtiéndose así en la heroína de la oficina. Tras esto, intentando llevar una vida normal en un mundo insólito, se dará cuenta de que no hace falta tener poderes para ser un héroe. Completan el reparto Alan Tudyk (Suburgatory, Firefly), Danny Pudi (Community), Christina Kirk (A To Z) y Atlin Mitchell (Twilight). Escrita y creada por Ben Queen (A To Z). Trece episodios. Estreno: 2 de febrero

A favor: Una vuelta de tuerca muy atractiva de primeras.

En contra: ¿No sería preferible inventar sus propios superhéroes? ¿Le sirve de algo ser de DC?

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Santa Clarita Diet (Netflix)

Comedia de Victor Fresco (Sean Saves the World, Better Off Ted) sobre un matrimonio aburrido que, de pronto, cambia de vida empezando un viaje de muerte y destrucción. Protagonizada por Drew Barrymore (Charlie's Angels, 50 First Dates) y Timothy Olyphant (Justified, Damages). Les acompañan Mary Elizabeth Ellis (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The Grinder), Ricardo Chavira (Desperate Housewives, Scandal), Liv Hewson (Top of the Lake) y Skyler Gisondo (Vacation). Joy Osmanski (Save Me, Devious Maids) y Richard T. Jones (Narcos, American Horror Story: Hotel) serán recurrentes. Trece episodios. Estreno: 3 de febrero

A favor: Es simpática.

En contra: Confirmamos que la Barrymore anda justa de talento.

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24: Legacy (FOX)

Un ataque terrorista resucita la franquicia 24, pero esta vez sin Kiefer Sutherland. Reparto nuevo y caso nuevo, pero mismo formato en tiempo real y con pantallas divididas. Corey Hawkins (Straight Outta Compton, The Walking Dead) protagoniza junto a Anna Diop (The Messengers, Quantico), Miranda Otto (Homeland, The Lord of the Rings), Charlie Hofheimer (Mad Men), Coral Peña, Dan Bucatinsky (Scandal), Ashley Thomas (Beowulf), Sheila Vand (State of Affairs, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot), Gerald McRaney (This Is Us, House of Cards) y Raphael Acloque (Tyrant, The Secret Agent), Veronica Cartwright (The Birds, Alien). La temporada cuenta con multitud de recurrentes como Tiffany Hines (Nikita, Devious Maids), Bailey Chase (Longmire, Saving Grace), Laith Nakli (The Visitor), Themo Melikidze (Patriots Day) o Moran Atias (Tyrant, Crash). Doce episodios. Estreno: 5 de febrero

A favor: Marca consolidada, intentan repetir el éxito de The X-Files.

En contra: No es un revival. Seguimos con la moda de estirar sellos.

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The Good Karma Hospital (ITV)

Amanda Redman (New Tricks) y Amrita Acharia (Game of Thrones) protagonizan este drama médico ambientado en un hospital con más pacientes que subvenciones en una ciudad costera del sur de la India. Escrita por Dan Sefton (Mr. Selfridge), cuenta también con Neil Morrissey (Line of Duty, The Night Manager), Phyllis Logan (Downton Abbey) y Darhsan Jariwalla (Sense8). Seis episodios. Estreno: 5 de febrero

A favor: La India.

En contra: Los médicos.

APB (FOX)

Justin Kirk (Weeds, Tyrant) protagoniza este drama en el que encarna a Gideon Reeves, un multimillonario de la industria de la tecnología que, tras el asesinato de su mejor amigo, compra una comisaría de Chicago fuera de control para enseñar los bienes y bondades de la modernidad informática a unos policías veteranos. Para ganárselos, Reeves y su ayudante Ada Hamilton (Caitlin Stasey, Reign) se alían con la agente Theresa Murphy (Natalie Martinez; Under the Dome, Kingdom). Inspirada en un artículo de The New York Times sobre las calles de Nueva Orleans. Completan el reparto Ernie Hudson (Grace and Frankie, Ghostbusters), Taylor Handley (Vegas, Southland) y Tamberla Perry (Boss). Producida por Len Wiseman (Lucifer, Underworld) y escrita por Matt Nix (Burn Notice) y Trey Callaway (The Messengers). Estreno: 6 de febrero

A favor: Si funciona, es presupuesto para el resto de series.

En contra: ¿Por qué siguen haciéndose series así?

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Imposters (Bravo)

Antes conocida como My So Called Wife, Imposters es una comedia negra sobre Maddie (Inbar Lavi, Gang Related), una bella y peligrosa estafadora que enamora a hombres y mujeres y huye con su dinero tras casarse con ellos. Tres antiguas víctimas, Ezra (Rob Heaps; And Then There Were None, Home Fires), Richard (Parker Young; Arrow, Suburgatory) y Jules (Marianne Rendón), se unen para atraparla. Mientras busca a una futura víctima con la ayuda de Max (Brian Benben, Dream On) y Sally (Katherine LaNasa, The Campaign), Maddie se enamora de Patrick (Stephen Bishop, Being Mary Jane), que amenaza con desbaratar su misión. Uma Thurman (Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction) y Adam Korson (Seed) serán recurrentes. Diez episodios. Estreno: 7 de febrero

A favor: Serie del año.

En contra: Serie. Del. Año.

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Legion (FX)

Basada en los cómics de Marvel, cuenta la historia de David Haller (Dan Stevens), que, diagnosticado de esquizofrenia desde niño y viajando de hospital en hospital durante años, comparte su día a día en la treintena con su compañera de internamiento Lenny (Aubrey Plaza; Parks and Recreation, Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates), adicta al alcohol y a las drogas, y Syd (Rachel Keller, Fargo), la recién llegada por la que se siente completamente atraído. Tras un encuentro con ella, David comienza a pensar que quizás las voces de su cabeza no son debidas a una enfermedad mental. Completan el cast Hamish Linklater (The Crazy Ones, The New Adventures of Old Christine), Katie Aselton (The League, Casual), Jean Smart (Fargo, Samantha Who?), Brad Mann (Fargo, Clue), Jeremie Harris (The Angriest Man in Brooklyn), Amber Midthunder (Hell or High Water), Bill Irwin (CSI, Law & Order: SVU) y Jemaine Clement (Flight of the Concords, What We Do in the Shadows). Producida por Bryan Singer. Jeph Loeb y Simon Kinberg, entre otros. Creada por Noah Hawley (Fargo, The Unusuals). Ocho episodios. Estreno: 8 de febrero

A favor: Nos la venden como distinta a las otras, dice la crítica que es al estilo Wes Anderson.

En contra: Hay que esperar para ver cuánto tarda en desinflarse.

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Doubt (CBS)

Sadie Ellis (Katherine Heigl; Grey's Anatomy, The Ugly Truth) es una chica inteligente, chic y con una carrera de éxito como abogada defensora en un bufete que empieza a enamorarse de un cliente (Steven Pasquale, American Crime Story), que puede ser o no culpable de un brutal crimen. Les acompañan Laverne Cox (Orange Is the New Black), Dreama Walker (Apartment 23), Dulé Hill (Psych), Elliott Gould (Ocean's Eleven, Friends) y Kobi Libii (Transparent). Es una serie de Tony Phelan y Joan Rater, quienes han desarrollado su carrera en Grey's Anatomy. Estreno: 15 de febrero

A favor: La primera serie de cadena generalista con personaje regular y actriz transgénero.

En contra: El gafe de Katherine Heigl.

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Crashing (HBO)

No tiene nada que ver con la comedia de Channel 4; ésta trata, cómo no, sobre un monologuista. Cuando descubre que su mujer (Lauren Lapkus; Orange Is the New Black, Clipped) le es infiel, se ve obligado a reevaluar su vida durmiendo en sofás ajenos. Completan el reparto George Basil (Flaked, No Tomorrow), Artie Lange (MADtv, The Norm Show), T.J. Miller (Silicon Valley, Cloverfield) y Henry Zebrowski (Heroes Reborn, A To Z). Incluye cameo de Sarah Silverman (Masters of Sex). Escrita y protagonizada por Pete Holmes y producida por Judd Apatow (Girls, Love). Ocho episodios. Estreno: 19 de febrero

A favor: Los cameos.

En contra: Que esta gente se crea que su vida es interesante.

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Big Little Lies (HBO)

Miniserie adaptación por David E. Kelley (Ally McBeal, The Practice) de la novela de Liane Moriarty, sobre tres madres de niños de preescolar cuyas vidas se cruzan dando lugar a un asesinato. Protagonizada por Nicole Kidman (Moulin Rouge, Los otros), Reese Witherspoon (Walk the Line, Legally Blonde) y Shailene Woodley (The Secret Life of the American Teenager, Divergent), cuenta también con Laura Dern (Enlightened, Jurassic Park), Alexander Skarsgard (True Blood, The Legend of Tarzan), Adam Scott (Parks and Recreation), Zoë Kravitz (Divergent, Mad Max: Fury Road), James Tupper (Revenge, Men in Trees), Jeffrey Nordling (Desperate Housewives, Dirt), Santiago Cabrera (The Musketeers, Heroes), Merrin Dungey (Alias, Once Upon A Time), David Monahan (Crossing Jordan), Sarah Baker (Go On, Mascots), Kathreen Khavari (Insecure), Larry Sullivan (CSI) y los niños Kathryn Newton (Supernatural, Paranormal Activity 4), Iain Armitage y Nicholas y Cameron Crovetti. Siete episodios. Estreno: 19 de febrero

A favor: Repartazo.

En contra: Si se os ocurre algo, nos lo decís.

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The Good Fight (CBS All Access)

Spin-off de The Good Wife protagonizado por Diane Lockhart (Christine Baranski), Lucca Quinn (Cush Jumbo) y Marissa Gold (Sarah Steele). Se suman Rose Leslie (Game of Thrones, Luther), Justin Bartha (The New Normal, The Hangover), Erica Tazel (Justified), Delroy Lindo (Get Shorty, Clockers), Paul Guilfoyle (CSI, L.A. Confidential) y Bernadette Peters (Smash, Mozart in the Jungle). Otros personajes de TGW que vuelven son Elsbeth Tascioni (Carrie Preston), Kurt McVeigh (Gary Cole), David Lee (Zach Grenier) y Howard Lyman (Jerry Adler). Los King, que al principio se desvinculaban del proyecto, pueden ser finalmente los showrunners de la serie tras la cancelación de BrainDead. Diez episodios.

Estreno: 19 de febrero

A favor: Es la serie que nos merecemos.

En contra: ¿Echaremos de menos a Alicia, Eli o Kalinda?

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Bellevue (CBC)

Cuando una adolescente transgénero desaparece en un pueblo obrero de Canadá, la detective Annie Ryder (Anna Paquin; True Blood, X-Men) investiga el suceso en el lugar que la vio crecer y a la gente con la que nunca encajó. El caso la aleja cada vez más de su familia y la acerca a alguien misterioso de su pasado con respuestas perturbadoras y una espantosa necesidad de meterse en su cabeza. Participan también Allen Leech (Downton Abbey, The Imitation Game) y Shawn Doyle (House of Cards, The Expanse). Creada por Jane Maggs y Adrienne Mitchell. Ocho episodios. Estreno: 20 de febrero

A favor: Paquin en otros registros, más retos.

En contra: Esa creencia de que cuanto más críptico es todo, más interesante parece.

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The Breaks (VH1)

Hace un año, la cadena emitió una tv movie con el mismo título, basada en la novela 'The Big Payback' de Dan Charnas y escrita y dirigida por Seith Mann, sobre un grupo de jóvenes que intentan triunfar en el mundo del hip-hop en Nueva York en los años noventa. Ahora llega la serie continuación con el mismo reparto (Afton Williamson, Wood Harris, Mack Wilds, David Call y Antoine Harris) al que se suman Sinqua Walls (Power), Melonie Diaz (Fruitvale Station), Ali Ahn (The Path), Teyana Taylor (Madea's Big Happy Family) y Tip 'T.I.' Harris (Boss, Ant-Man). Estreno: 20 de febrero

A favor: La novela narra cuarenta años de historia. Aún hay mucho que contar.

En contra: Podemos adivinar que es probable que no guste a los detractores del hip-hop.

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The Blacklist: Redemption (NBC)

Es un spin-off de The Blacklist protagonizado por Tom (Ryan Eggold) y su madre Scottie (Famke Janssen; Hemlock Grove, X-Men), la jefa de una organización encubierta que resuelve los problemas que los gobiernos no se atreven a tocar. En esta nueva serie, Tom y Scottie unen fuerzas en un peligroso mundo de criminales. Edi Gathegi vuelve en el papel de Matias Solomon. Se suma a ellos Tawny Cypress (Heroes, House of Cards). Escriben Jon Bokenkamp y John Eisendrath (The Blacklist). Ocho episodios. Estreno: 23 de febrero

A favor: Famke Janssen, siempre, pese a su papel.

En contra: ¿Tan mayor la ve Hollywood? Si fuera el padre, cogerían a un actor quince años mayor.

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Sun Records (CMT)

Antes conocida como Million Dollar Quartet y basada vagamente en un musical del mismo nombre, es una miniserie sobre el origen de las carreras de Jerry Lee Lewis (Christian Lees), Elvis Presley (Drake Milligan, Nobody), Johnny Cash (Kevin Fonteyne, Masters of Sex), Ike Turner (Kerry D. Holliday) o B.B. King en los cincuenta. Chad Michael Murray (Agent Carter, One Tree Hill), Jonah Lees, Trevor Donovan (90210), Billy Gardell (Mike and Molly) y Dustin Ingram (Unfabulous, Vinyl) serán Sam Phillips (el fundador de Sun Records), Jimmy Swaggart (primo de Jerry Lee Lewis), Eddy Arnold, Tom Parker (el mánager de Elvis) y Carl Perkins. Los propios actores cantan en directo en el set. Músicos locales interpretan a los secundarios y figuras conocidas como Pokey LaFarge, Dom Flemons o Darius Rucker también participan. Chuck Mead, líder de la banda BR549, es el director musical de la serie. Ocho episodios. Estreno: 23 de febrero

A favor: Con más de seis millones de dólares, es el proyecto más ambicioso de la cadena.

En contra: Enfermar de nostalgia.

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Patriot (Amazon)

Este thriller sigue la complicada vida del agente de inteligencia John Tavner (Michael Dorman) en su última misión, que consiste en evitar que Irán se convierta en un país nuclear infiltrándose extraoficialmente como empleado de una compañía de tuberías industriales de Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Completan el reparto Terry O'Quinn (Lost, Gang Related), Kurtwood Smith (That '70s Show, Agent Carter), Michael Chernus (Orange Is the New Black, Manhattan), Kathleen Munroe (Resurrection, Call Me Fitz) y Aliette Opheim (Tjockare än vatten, Sandor slash Ida). Producida, escrita y dirigida por Steven Conrad (The Secret Life of Walter Mitty). Se estrenará primero en la Berlinale. Diez episodios. Su piloto está disponible desde el 5 de noviembre de 2015. Estreno: 24 de febrero

A favor: Tiene un tono oscuro y cómico que la hace distinta.

En contra: Pero tiene pinta de pasar desapercibida.

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Taken (NBC)

Precuela ambientada en nuestro tiempo de la saga cinematográfica que nos contará cómo Bryan Mills (Clive Standen, Vikings) consiguió y perfeccionó sus particulares habilidades. Protagonizan también Jennifer Beals (Flashdance, The L Word), Gaius Charles (Friday Night Lights, Aquarius), Monique Gabriela Curnen (Elementary, Lie To Me), James Landry Hébert (Westworld, Looper), Michael Irby (True Detective, Almost Human) y Brooklyn Sudano (11/22/63, My Wife and Kids) como miembros de OPCON -Operational Control-, que se ocupa de la seguridad nacional a pie de campo. Jose Pablo Cantillo (The Walking Dead, Sons of Anarchy), Simu Liu (Blood and Water) y Jennifer Marsala (Lie To Me) serán recurrentes. Escrita y producida por Alex Cary (Homeland). Produce también Luc Besson, coescritor y coproductor de las tres películas. Recibió luz verde directa en septiembre. Diez episodios. Estreno: 27 de febrero

A favor: No.

En contra: ¿De verdad funcionará la excusa de la precuela para una procedimental de manual?

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When We Rise (ABC)

Escrita por Dustin Lance Black (Milk, Big Love) y dirigida por Gus Van Sant (Milk, Good Will Hunting), esta miniserie sobre la lucha de personas como Roma Guy, Ken Jones o Cleve Jones por los derechos LGBT está protagonizada por Carrie Preston (The Good Wife), Guy Pearce (Memento), Mary-Louise Parker (Weeds), Rachel Griffiths (Six Feet Under, Brothers & Sisters), Dylan Walsh (Nip/Tuck), Kevin McHale (Glee), Rafael de la Fuente (Empire) y Michael Kenneth Williams (The Wire, Boardwalk Empire). Además, el primer episodio contará con Whoopi Goldberg (Ghost, Sister Act), Rosie O'Donnell (Now and Then, The Fosters), Denis O'Hare (American Horror Story) y David Hyde Pierce (Frasier). Ocho episodios. Estreno: 27 de febrero

A favor: Son historias reales, los protagonistas son consultores de la serie.

En contra: ¿Todos los episodios en la misma semana? Un desastre.

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