#the hand she's dealt by the gods is unbelievable

[djmorn]

Mercy

A/N: This little one-shot was born out of the sadness inflicted upon me by this post. So I had to make some reparations for myself, for us, and for our favorite fiend.

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It was almost done. They had pushed back Raphael’s forces, every single one of his cambion servants dealt with, his warlock Korilla unconscious on the floor, and although they had lost Hope it had not yet dwindled in their hearts. Raphael could be bested after all.

Tav cast Hold Monster on the fiend so she and her companions could deal with the devil once and for all, on their own terms. With her Spike Growth spell Jaheira made Raphael wince from the pain the thorns inflicted upon his already battered body, unable to move.

In exhaustion he groaned at his approaching defeat: ‘I cannot lose to you. Not here. Not in my home. I cannot die!’

‘That’s it!’ Karlach called out to Tav. ‘We’re in Avernus, so if we beat him here we’ve rid ourselves of him forever.’

Once upon a time Raphael had been an imposing figure to behold, giving off an aura of invincibility and unimpeachable pride. Now he was a truly sorry sight to behold: On his knees, face bruised, his usually impeccably kept hair out of place and tinged with blood, having to welcome his death at the hands of such an unlikely party of heroes. Seeing him like this cast an uncomfortable spell of sadness over Tav’s mind. By the gods, why couldn’t he have just let them take the hammer and patiently wait to receive a more appropriate payback later?

‘Mephistopheles, hear your son!’ Raphael pleaded and suddenly Tav halted. ‘I am at your mercy – save me!’

‘Hold it,’ Tav said to Lae’zel who had drawn her bow, pointing at the weakened cambion, and although she complied, lowering her weapon, the Githyanki turned towards her with an astonished ‘What?’

Silence fell over the hall disturbed only by their heavy breathing but Tav could hear her own heart pounding louder than the drums of war as she approached the devil.

‘Um, soldier,’ Karlach said. ‘Excuse me but what in the hells are you doing?’

‘Let her have this,’ Jaheira answered in her stead. ‘She deserves to take the final blow for all his snide remarks she had to endure.’

As Tav came nearer Raphael looked up to her, his expression darkening. ‘Well, little mouse… Have you come to enjoy a closer look at my plight, finishing me off while I beg my father to save me from the hands of a few mortals?’

But she only looked down at him, not really knowing what to do or say. Raphael fully expected her to make fun of him, to take pleasure at his miserable state and even greater pleasure still at killing the half-devil who’d dared think himself superior to her. But all Tav felt at this moment was true and honest pity for Raphael. Before her laid not a fiend wanting to trick her into a shady deal, binding her soul to him for all eternity, but that other part he so dearly wished to hide, erase even: The human side of Raphael that made him fear for his life and had even prodded him to lower himself and beg his loathsome father for help. The very archdevil he wished to overthrow with the help of his chosen heroine and the Crown of Karsus.

‘He will not come, will he?’ Tav asked the half-mortal before her. ‘Your father?’

‘No,’ Raphael said, dropping his gaze. ‘You can be as sure of that as I am. I knew he wouldn’t… So go on then, do your duty.’

And Tav felt a madness wash over her as she – instead of readying her weapon, started to lower herself towards Raphael, hyper-aware of any possible movement coming from him and her companions’ eyes on her and the strange event unfolding before them. She brought her face closer and closer to his and then leaned into him as she whispered the words like a magic spell in his ear: ‘I’ll give you the crown.’

She drew back again, still crouched down before Raphael who looked at her with unbelieving eyes.

‘Pardon?’

‘You heard me, Raphael. If not even your own father will grant you mercy then I will indeed do my duty and let it be me who will.’

She produced her biggest healing potion from her pouch and tentatively held it up to Raphael’s mouth. He hesitated before taking a generous gulp from the medicine offered.

‘And why,’ he started again, ‘the crown?’ ‘See it as my own way of bringing justice to an uncaring parent. And after all this I feel like you deserve your own revenge at old Mephistopheles. It’s like I said: I think you’d make a fantastic Archdevil Supreme. A better archdevil than him anyways. As long,’ and she held up a finger at her next words, ‘as you let us go with the Orphic Hammer and keep true to your word after I hand you the crown: You will not harm an innocent mortal. After all it was a mortal to show you grace in your time of need. So, do we have a deal?’ And she lifted the spell from Raphael and extended her hand towards him.

Raphael’s face had grown softer and the hint of a smile touched his lips. ‘That we do. You’re too kind indeed, I must say.’ And as he rose he held onto her hand and helped Tav get up to her feet.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Karlach taking a few steps forward. ‘Would you please explain to me what is going on?’

Tav nodded towards her. ‘I will. Once we get back to camp.’ And facing Raphael again she said: ‘I believe our business here is done. For now.’

‘So it seems,’ Raphael said. ‘You may leave and let me lick my wounds in peace, mouse. Upon your next visit I promise you to be the most ample of hosts and greet you as the friend I was hoping to become from the very beginning of our acquaintance. Prepare to witness the extend of my gratitude and generosity once you’ve delivered the crown into my hands. We shall wine and dine on my most lavish stock.’

He bowed to her and Tav nodded in agreement. ‘Very well. Get yourself cleaned up and take care of Korilla as well. And Raphael,’ Tav said. ‘Remember those soul coins you won from her. Never bet against me again.’

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #my writing #my stuff #i'm currently too sick to finish the next chapter of 'always music in the air' #although i promise that it is indeed in the works! #i apologize deeply for the delay #last week was wild with important meetings and half my colleagues sick or otherwise indisposed #and by the end of it i too followed with feeling unwell but since i got sick last i had to stay of course so there's that #anyways enough of my mad ramblings and i hope you enjoy this as well

[melis-writes]

Ohhhh I love the hurt/comfort aspects of your recent prompts ❤️ Your writing is beautiful. Could you make one where Michael is hurt during a meeting gone wrong or something and Victoria is comforting him?

Thank you so much!! 💞💞 There's definitely a special place for angst comfort/hurt. 😅 Victoria's very gentle, loving and nurturing when it comes to anyone she loves getting hurt, especially Michael!! 😭 A failed and miserable assassination attempt for Michael in this case. The hurt/comfort between him and Victoria is about to get real. Lots of love and care in this one!

“You’d think they’d call the commission if they planned on doing something like this,” Tom lets out a sigh of frustration, raking a hand through his hair. “Unbelievable.”

“This was personal,” worry crosses over your eyes as you gaze out the window, waiting for Michael’s vehicle to arrive. “If Tattaglia wanted all the Dons dead, he would have called for the commission. His grudge is solely towards Michael.”

“And all of his problems are solved today as well,” Tom presses his lips together, beginning to walk towards the front door of the estate with you. “He’s dead, and that’s something to worry about too.”

“I don’t care about that now,” you brush off the thought, pulling open the front door. “It’ll be unavoidable either way, but…” Your voice trails off at the sight of Michael’s Cadillac pulling in through the gates.

None of the vehicles Michael’s men drive into the compound before and after him for protecting speed in and neither does Michael, which only proves how dire the situation has become.

The first indication of a potential mob war threatening to start or bloodshed to be spilt would be a rush and call of all of Michael’s best men; Michael would also not return to the compound so soon or willingly, seeking to know about the deaths of each and every one of his enemies.

“Oh my God,” you murmur to yourself, watching as Al Neri opens the passenger door for Michael to step out.

When your eyes find Michael, a surge of relief washes over you. Naturally, Michael isn’t injured or frantically entering the compound with his men, but you can tell from the cold and reserved look over Michael’s face that nothing can get through to him now.

“Where’s my wife?” Is the first question Michael asks Al from the moment he steps out of his car, and you’re all the more eager to approach as you head out the front door.

“Mikey,” Tom speaks out first, walking out with you.

Michael’s eyes meet with Tom’s briefly and yours immediately after—only warming momentarily when he sees you.

“It’s fine, Tom,” Michael holds up his hand, refusing to divulge in any further details.

“Michael!” You frown, rushing up to greet your husband.

Michael embraces you tightly as you snuggle his chest, forcing yourself to hold back your tears as you feel your husband’s warmth around you and know he’s unharmed, safe and returned back to you.

“I want you to speak to Rocco and Al,” Michael tells Tom, wrapping his arms around your back. “Get Sonny and Pop—” Michael pauses for a moment, hearing you begin to weep against his chest. “And I’ll be in with you soon.”

Tom nods, clearing his throat. “Are they dealt with?”

“Yes,” Michael answers, “Tattaglia is dead.”

‘Tattaglia is dead.’ You slowly raise your head up, eyes filled with tears as you gaze up at Michael—repeating his words over and over again in your head.

Heading back inside your private estate with Michael is all but a blur as you can barely see with the tears pooling up in your eyes, adamantly clutching onto your husband’s arm until you both are alone.

“M-Michael, Michael, oh my God—” You hiccup, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m fine darling, I’m fine,” Michael picks you up off the ground, hugging you tightly. “I promise all is fine.”

“Those bastards,” you hiss under your breath, “they went through all of that trouble to do what—assassinate you? It doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Michael agrees with you as you lace both hands together. “And while he’s out of the question now, the rest of his men and capos aren’t.”

“So?” You hiccup through your tears, “what does this mean for us? You’re going to get through to them?”

“I will in due time,” Michael tells you, “but I don’t want you involved in it, darling. Understood?”

“Y-yeah, okay,” you sniffle, clutching onto the fabric of Michael’s suit jacket. “I couldn’t stop thinking from the moment you left anyway—my mind’s been all over the place. Come here, baby, come here, I—”

You suddenly notice Michael slightly wince when your hand brushes up against his back.

“It’s alright, darling,” Michael grunts, slowly beginning to shrug off his suit jacket. “There was a struggle and—”

“No, no, no,” your eyes prickle with tears once more as you take both of Michael’s hands, gently leading him towards the living room. “No, come here. I have to see. I have to—” You hiccup again, “what did they do to you?”

“Nothing, baby,” Michael shakes his head, sitting down on the couch next to you. “When we met at the table, none of us were armed, hence the struggle. My back must have hit something.”

“I have to see, I have to,” you set Michael’s suit jacket aside, carefully beginning to unbutton down his dress shirt.

Michael lets out a shaky, quiet sigh—feeling a stinging pain in his back from how the fabric of his dress shirt continues to brush up against it.

“Sorry, baby,” you pout at him, beginning to inch Michael’s dress shirt off his shoulders. “I’m being as gentle as I can. I don’t want this to hurt—”

“It’s alright, baby,” Michael gazes at you, “I’ll be fine. It’s just throbbing right now and being a bother. You aren’t hurting me.”

“Let me see…” Your eyes widen to see a massive, mottled bruise over Michael’s back, leading off onto his left shoulder. “Oh my God, Michael!”

Violent shades of violet blend in with a sickly yellow hue surrounding the bruise, roughly a quarter of the size of Michael’s back—still bruising deeply.

“How bad is it?” Michael attempts to look over his shoulder, wincing in pain again.

“Stop, baby,” you frown, caressing Michael’s face. “It’ll only cause you more discomfort. Try not to jerk your shoulders or turn your head like that because—” You feel your throat tighten at the sight. “Because—” Your eyes meet with Michael’s as you break down into tears again, shaking your head. “It’s bad, baby. You’re bruised all over, my God.”

“As expected,” Michael mutters under his breath. “The first thing my back hit was the wall. It doesn’t feel as bad but…” Michael takes a deep breath, “it’s still stinging and throbbing.”

“I’m going to clean it,” you decide, slowly rising up from the couch. “I’m going to get it all cleaned up, then I’ll get you some medication, baby. Just don’t move, okay? Don’t let anything touch your back.”

“Alright, darling,” Michael looks up at you, seeing how your eyes once again pool with tears and only continue to show Michael you’re pained by his pain and it makes it all the more unbearable for you to stand it.

Rushing into the bathroom, you fill up a plastic bowl with cold water, soaking a clean cloth into it. Carrying that into the kitchen, you take an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrap a thin tea towel around it.

While you rummage through the cupboards to find the first aid kit, Michael takes a deep breath and attempts to relax his muscles so as not to trigger the spiking, aching pain in his back and shoulder again.

He sets his tie aside on the couch and glances up at the first sound of you entering the living room with your hands full and your heart still aching.

“I’m here, baby,” you set everything aside on the coffee table before pulling it further towards the couch. “I’m worried it’ll start to swell or it has already. I need to ease it after I clean it with some ice,” you take out the wet cloth from the bowl, careful not to wring out too much of the cold water.

“That bad?” Michael takes in a deep breath as you gently pat the cloth over his bruise.

“I’ve never seen one like this before, even when mama was a nurse. I just—” you swallow hard, “it kills me to see this to begin with. The impact must have been so heavy to cause bruising like this.”

“It was abrupt,” Michael lowers his head into his hands, taking deep breaths as you clean off his bruise. “But in all honesty, I didn’t begin to feel it until after we left.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you gently blow over Michael’s bruise to ease the stinging pain. “I’m going to take care of you and keep you comfortable until it’s completely healed. I don’t care,” you open the first aid kit, taking out an ointment, “I don’t care what it takes, I just want you to be okay.”

“I am, baby—”

“No, you’re not!” Your voice breaks again. “Let me take care of you, please.”

“I wouldn’t have anyone else do so,” Michael gives your hand a squeeze. “You worry too much about me.”

“I love you too much, that’s why,” you murmur, kissing Michael’s back gently and smearing some ointment over your fingers. “And I’m going to take care of you now as much as you need so it doesn’t get worse. This ointment will help, it’s very good for bruising.”

“Mm—”  Michael grunts, gritting his teeth. “The scent is strong on that one.”

“It’ll fade, I promise,” you sniffle, gently massaging the ointment in. “This’ll help treat it well and reduce any inflammation and discomfort, especially when you sleep. And you must sleep on your side or your stomach.”

“Doctor Corleone seems to know best,” Michael comments back, causing you to crack a smile.

“That I do,” you set the ointment aside and begin to press the icepack over various parts of Michael’s bruise. “I’m here to take care of you. I love you. I love you—” you lean up, sealing a kiss over Michael’s lips.

Michael kisses you back, squeezing your hand tightly. He can only give out weak and strained breaths and regardless of how much Michael attempts to hide the discomfort and pain he’s in, you can tell the toll it was taking on Michael is beginning to fade with your gentle touch and care.

#godfather au #prompts #michael corleone #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone fanfic #michael corleone x oc #godfather x reader #the godfather #moth to flame fic

[impunkster-syndrome]

my reply on that post was about the idea that the fandom would be unwelcoming to plural folk. i basically said that i myself am plural and that while we cannot control the actions of the fandom, we absolutely curate bad behavior in the fancord where we can catch it, and obviously do not discourage sch fictives considering *i* am a clown with fictives.

but i will add since im here that kitty blocking you is not because you Dared to criticize kit. it's because all of the dogpiling and negativity was unbelievably stressful, you all behave as if there is no person behind the screen, or that she is trying to hide behind trauma as an 'excuse.' that is Not the case. kitty blocked, and will continue to block, every single person involved with those blogs just because again, it was so stressful as a traumatized individual. so much toxicity buried any potentially Good criticisms. we Hear yall on the issues like barry not being drawn as fat as he usee to be anymore, or polly missing their cane, we Will rectify actual issues like that.

we welcome issues being brought up and have listened many times before. the fact of the matter is is that no one was going about it constructively at all.

While I do interact with some criticism blogs, I legitimately don't care for some of the criticism from blogs and approach the media as someone entirely new to it. Media analysis is my hobby, and I see so much potential in Sparklecare plus the related media like the therapy spinoff as someone who has dealt with stuff like systemic ableism and interpersonal ableism. I think some of the criticism blogs don't exactly focus on the bigger issues at hand- the lack of nuance, pacing, the high barrier of entry to being able to understand the media through expecting readers to have done hours of scrolling through social media for lore, the problems of not having page numbers on the site visible and not being able to easily skip to specific pages, etc. However, you do not help yourself here by clearly never having actually read and understood my posts. In fact, I do see some staff acting like trauma makes the media immune to criticism, when trauma can make beautiful art that can speak to people at a core level like Alice: Madness Returns. It just can't get that good without people actually being able to point out things that can be fixed and improved upon. The timing for being blocked despite never actually interacting with the main sparklecare blog plus the posts about how people shouldn't take it as anything other than vent art despite the site's about page itself claiming it is a social commentary tell me that it was about my posts and critique of the media as what it claims itself to be. I had never seen anyone else talk about it in that way in the tags, which was astounding to me as someone that reads social commentary like Discworld and is currently working through Lolita so I can write about the objectification of CSA survivors and erasure of our stories and identities by abusers. If it was never meant to be seen as social commentary, that needs to be removed from the site.

I approach it less like a disappointed fan and more like a creative because I've been in Kittycorn's position at about the same age- 15. I wanted to make a twine game about my trauma and abuse I was still undergoing because I wanted to know why I was being abused and it was a cry for someone to help me. There were also many other projects, and some that I have refined over time. I have OCs I talk about and I use them to explore parts of myself. This is my disability blog too, and I'm going to have opinions on disability-related media and representation in it.

I honestly suggest you read over the posts I have written about Sparklecare and then reevaluate if you think I am coming from a malicious place like you seem to think I am.

As for the alterhuman thing, I will say that it was from publicly available information at the time. I'm not going to be in a fandom discord when I have stuff like a job to worry about and the whole media is a migraine risk to me.

Also- I've seen some staff literally tokenize Kittycorn and act like kits schizophrenia is what makes kit excused from all critique. The holding up of kit as a bully victim and not a 23 year old person able to handle kits own issues is infantilizing to disabled people. We can handle our own shit. You personally need to learn the line between bullying and publicly discussing media that was made public, as someone who got extensively bullied in school for years. It's not the same thing here. Kittycorn is a person behind the screen- but so are the people you proclaim as bullies and dehumanize by acting like all criticism is unfounded or coming from "bad people."

#the blackbox askbox #sparklecare critical #sparklecare hospital #sparklecare

[lilveeblog]

shouted

sick day based

young jj

1K words

it had been a few weeks since JJ watched Francesca die and she couldn’t get the girls scream out of her head. no matter what she did.

emily has suggested she have more time off but jj wasn’t taking it - convincing everyone she was fine. everyone else was fine so was she.

they were in the office now and it was a day of paperwork, no new cases. everyone was joking and getting along in the bullpen, but JJ felt so unbelievably vulnerable. today would have been Francesca’s birthday. no one else seemed to care. no one else did care! it made her so mad, so upset.

she blamed herself for what happened to that young girl, she couldn’t not. but all the internalised anger wasn’t healthy.

since that day, she hadn’t been little. not that the team knew that. usually she dealt with it on her own or emily would come over but emily was busier now.

“JJ,” emily said coming down the stairs. “i just sent you an email, can you get it done asap for me please?” she said, walking past. JJ gulped and nodded, opening the email.

there was something wrong on her report. about the case.

she glanced it over and felt her chest go tight. she tried looking over the words but it was too hard, she felt dizzy.

JJ pushed out her chair and turned on her heels.

“JJ, hey,” emily gasped, grabbing her wrist. the whole team were watching her.

“get off,” JJ said, shaking her arm.

“what’s wrong?” emily asked, not letting go.

“i said get off!” JJ screamed, ripping her hand away. “leave me alone! do your own stupid report! leave me alone, get out of my god damn hair emily!” she ran from the room, heading straight to her safe place. she barged in the room, not thinking to knock and slid down the door- sobbing heavily into her arms.

the whole team was shook.

“i only asked her to do a report -“ emily said, perplexed.

“today is Francesca’s birthday,” spencer told the team.

“that girl from the case a few weeks ago?” tara asked.

“oh, no wonder she’s upset-“ luke sighed. the case had upset him too but it took jj to a whole new level.

emily sighed and turned to the team. “does anyone know when she was last small?” she asked, everyone shook their heads. she grabbed a bag from under jj’s desk before heading in the direction of Garcia’s office.

“whoa, pumpkin!” garcia exclaimed, seeing the blonde curl herself up at her door. she got off the chair and huddled next to her.

“JJ,” garcia whispered, stroking the girls hair.

“i sout,” Jay sobbed, her body racking with guilt. “i sout at mama,” she shook her head over and over and penelope sighed.

“that’s okay sweetie, mama won’t mind if you were upset,” penelope told her, grabbing her hand. jay shook her head, crying heavily.

“sout is bad, i bad,” she cried.

garcia sighed again and helped jj off the floor. the girl wasn’t too cooperative but garcia knew emily would come in any minute, she had to make sure the door was free.

“sit here lovely,” penelope whispefed, setting jj in her corner. it was only a small corner, one full of drawings she’d done, a blanket, some toys as well as sensory toys. JJ cried softly, looking around it.

“what’s this, hm?” penelope gasped, holding up JJ’s favourite cat toy.

“meow,” jay whispered back, grabbing it.

“meow to you too little lady,” penelope said softly. she interacted with the young girl, making sure she was distracted and wiped her tears softly.

just as jay was going to curl into garcia’s lap, one of her favourite spots, there was a knock at the door.

“it’s only me,” prentiss said behind it.

“come in,” garcia told her but jj gasped, shaking her head. none the less, the door opened and emily slid in.

“no, no mama,” jj whimpered, pushing herself into the corner.

“hey, it’s okay baby,” emily whispered, crouching beside garcia.

“mama isn’t mad baby, she can’t be mad at your cute face,” penelope chuckled, kissing jj’s cheek as she pushed herself closer.

“i’m not mad baby. reid told me what day it is,” emily whispered, picking up one of jj’s toys. jj didn’t say anything, only lowered her head.

“why didn’t you tell me sweetheart?” emily asked after a few moments.

“i fine bout it,” she shrugged.

“you’re not fine about it jay, because this happened. mama’s told you before about communicating,” emily sighed.

“no one unstan,” jj whispered.

“it doesn’t matter if we understand darling, we need to know if you’re hurting. because mama upset you by giving you the report, if i’d known i would have asked luke to do it!” emily told her.

“b b but he okay wif it,” jj whimpered, shrugging. then it clicked to emily.

“just because someone else has been okay after a case, doesn’t mean you can’t be jay. we all have our triggers, the cases that we struggle with, you’re allowed yours too.”

“i big girl.”

“you are a big girl but emotions don’t make you any less of a big girl,” emily said. she grabbed jj’s hand.

jj put her head on garcia’s shoulder, holding her mama’s hand and her cat toy in the other.

“i sowwy i sout,” she whispered a few minutes later, looking up at em through her eyelashes.

“that’s okay baby, thank you for apologising,” emily replied. she stood up, kissed jj’s head and stretched.

“how about you head home? take garcia with you and you can have a girls day?” emily suggested.

“ooh sugar plum we can go get icecream!” garcia laughed, tickling jj slightly.

“but i a big girl, i work,” jj groaned, throwing up her hands. emily laughed and helped her baby off the floor.

“i don’t think you’re able to get much work done today darling. head home and work on a surprise for mama,” emily giggled, pulling JJ into her arms.

“pwise?” JJ asked, gently. penelope perked up.

“we can make an awesome surprise for mama! let’s head off, hm?”

a few hours later, Jay and Penelope had finished their fort and were starting on their cookies when emily came through the door.

“mama!” JJ cheered, running out of the kitchen - covered head to toe in flour, batter and eggs - she jumped straight into emily’s arms, wrapping her mama in her love.

“well hello baby!” emily laughed, planting kisses to JJ’s face. emily was so, so glad jj was feeling better. sometimes thats all she needed, a little time out.

“i wove you mama,” jj whispered, she put her head on emily’s shoulder as she walked them through the house to the kitchen.

“i love you too baby,” emily replied, smiling ear to ear at her happy girl.

#little!jj #cg!emily #criminal minds #criminal minds agere #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jj x emily #jj #jj criminal minds #little space #penelope garcia #garcia

[cityandking]

🌎💍❌🔮😍 for my besties minah & vesper

thanks tabby <3 // prompts I'd like to receive

[ 🌎 ] are there any aus you have for your muse? what are they like, and how is your muse different in them?

MINAH — I have vague thoughts about a high school au based on her Exciting Teenage Years, but nothing concrete. typically I hate high school aus but I think minah has the range. mostly I think she should get to dress as a mall goth and that's as far as I've gotten.

VESPER — a couple! a star wars au that is 99% vibes (god she'd make a great jedi knight). also an inquisition companion!au (I think she'd be a fun inquisition resource and would get a lot out of Not managing the inquisition by herself; and I especially like a companion!vesper in a world where one of her siblings becomes the inquisitor). I've also got an AU where she runs away instead of going to the circle and becomes an apostate which is like a 5k WIP in my drafts and probably always will be, but it's fun to think about her in Kirkwall and whatnot. most AUs are built around her Not growing up super sheltered and then taking on a massive responsibility to the entire world, and honestly she's probably better off for it.

[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic?

MINAH — she doesn't have a type. most her past relationships have been different flavors of toxic, but that's on her—she tends to hook up with people she knows aren't compatible so she knows it won't be a long-term thing

VESPER — likes broad shoulders and arms and the ability to keep up in a debate. in another world, she'd have gotten on Really well with the iron bull if ya know what I mean, but he was a little too forward when she was a little too skittish. as it is, she and cullen spent enough nights hashing out battle plans together to get past the logistics and into the ethics and realities and regrets, and they found they were a lot more alike than they might have imagined at first glance

[ ❌ ] is there something your muse struggles with that they might never overcome? what is it? why do they have so much trouble with it?

MINAH — haha yeah it's [redacted]

VESPER — well, there's her status as a mage, but she's pretty comfortably resigned to that reality and doesn't have a problem with it—it's more a struggle of other people having a problem, and she deals with it with unbelievable grace and patience. losing her hand (and the inquisition) is definitely rough on her, but she manages it by throwing herself into new problems. she doesn't like feeling like she isn't doing anything

[ 🔮 ] what is your muse’s relationship with religion and spirituality? were they raised in a certain religion? have they stuck with the same set of spiritual beliefs all their life, or have they changed over time? are they settled in their spirituality now?

MINAH — oh, bad. not good. she was raised staunchly andrastian but her parents' deaths really fucked with her faith, and she's dealt with the fallout by swinging wildly in the other direction. the maker doesn't exist AND the chantry is a force for corruption and hate AND they're annoying too. she's quite cheerfully opposed to their entire dogma and has no plans to change her views

VESPER — vesp was also raised andrastian and also had a falling out, but it was a much more drawn out and contemplative sort of severing tended by years in the circle. she's seen enough of the fade and magic to understand that some of their theories and teachings aren't inherently Wrong, but she puts no stock in the chantry itself—she's sort of the theodosian equivalent of agnostic

[ 😍 ] does your muse believe in true love? why or why not?

MINAH — no. she hasn't seen or experienced anything like that. it makes a nice story though—in her heart of hearts, she wouldn't mind being proven wrong about that one

VESPER — no. she thinks love takes work and choice and effort, but that's what makes it worthwhile—putting in the work and wanting it

#ty!!!! #memery #vesper #minah

[fanficstartrekouat]

Emma Logs part 2

Act 1

Emma: entities? like God?

King Vegeta - No no, no. Sorry for the misunderstanding, it is a term that refers to governments and organizations.

The king looks at Emma with a kind of amusement bordering on pity. He doesn't seem like he has dealt with someone like Emma before, he might not even grasp the concept that someone like her even exists.

Emma: oh okay I agree sorry I am not the brightest lightbulb in the shed. But yes let's make a deal look for me my grandmother. She is an admiral. her name is Admiral Regina Mills.

The King and his advisors exchange a few more words before King Vegeta turns back to Emma. A smile appears on his face, he might be impressed with the fact that she is a relative of an Admiral.

King Vegeta - Very well then, let us do this.

King Vegeta holds his hand above his head and the advisors all follow suit.

King Vegeta - I, King Vegeta, ruler of Planet Vegeta, hereby swear to make an alliance with the Federation and the Enchanted Kingdom. As rulers all present here today, we solemnly swear to uphold this alliance.

End of act 1

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Act 2

The King and his advisors exchange a few more words before King Vegeta turns back to Emma. A smile appears on his face, he might be impressed with the fact that she is a relative of an Admiral.

King Vegeta - Very well then, let us do this.

King Vegeta holds his hand above his head and the advisors all follow suit.

King Vegeta - I, King Vegeta, ruler of Planet Vegeta, hereby swear to make an alliance with the Federation and the Enchanted Kingdom. As rulers all present here today, we solemnly swear to uphold this alliance.

Admiral Regina Mills had gotten worried when she couldn't get in contact with the fairytale. Regina tracked its last known location Regina on her own went to get them back after all her family was in that ship.

Admiral Regina Mills (shocked and startled and confused): what? is this place its so hard to move here,"

Emma: hey Grandma

King Vegeta - Oh? The admiral is here? Well, well, I guess there is much we need to discuss.

Admiral Regina Mills slowly turns to face Emma. She immediately hugs her granddaughter deeply, tears in her eyes. She is overjoyed to see her but also shocked and confused by the events that took place. She is also surprised to see King Vegeta and his advisors.

Emma ( blushingly and embarrassment): grandma hugs here are for the weak anyway this is planet Vegas and that's King Vegeta. and I think his wife's name queen Vegeta. anyway they agreed to help us against the Frost demons in exchange for a room that alters gravity for them to train and food.

King Vegeta - Admiral. I never though I would get to meet the Federation and be allied to them as the Zeta sector has no none colonies of the federation.

Admiral Regina Mills looks at the King with surprise, this situation is almost too strange for words and yet it is hard to believe that it is not the product of some wild dream. The fact that her daughter is somehow involved in all of this as well makes it even more unbelievable.

scene space battle between the federation and Saiyan against the frost demons

They go toward the battle where they see how banged up the fairytale is the Saiyan fly off to battle the frost demons while the white horse offers back up. The battle rages on as they barely are on the brink but the frost demons soon find themselves overpowered, the battle rages on ships blasting photon torpedoes the Saiyan manage to kill a lot of frost demons bit the frost demons also managed to kill a lot of Saiyan and federation ship it looked as if the battle was over but one photon torpedoes combined with a bio weapon destroy most of the frost demons ships yes they survived after all frost demons can breath on space but the frost demons were weakened and unable to continue the battle the frost demon retreats swear venges against the federation and the Saiyan.

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Act three scenes Planet Vegeta

King Vegeta - I see. How interesting. It is funny that you named her Snow-White, in our culture a long time ago we had a story of a woman with the same name. It is about a young woman with fair skin and dark hair who lived in a castle high in the mountains. She was also named after her skin color for the same reason. I believe she also had a prince charming who broke a curse.

Admiral Regina Mills - It's funny how different cultures often develop the same idea and concept throughout history. Perhaps it is something ingrained in our genetics.

Emma: grandma didn't that happen to mom?

Regina: Well yes dear I was once a wicked queen but your mother and father showed me the errors of my wicked ways.

Regina (to king Vegeta): I can't thank you enough for saving the USS Fairytale if you ever want to join Starfleet or any of your people I'll put in a recommendation letter.

King Vegeta - I do appreciate the offer but I do not think we will be joining starfleet. The Saiyans prefer to keep their distance from other civilizations, if anything we would be happy to assist you or the Federation if you ever need our strength in battle against the Frost Demons or some other threat.

King Vegeta looks a little amused, it is clear that the Saiyans are a very different civilization compared to the Federation but he also seems impressed by it, he might even be a little intrigued.

Regina: either way thank you We will take our leave as soon as our ship is repaired the frost demon certainly made a mess of the USS fairytale and as promised your gravity room and your food.

King Vegeta - I am glad that we were able to help. thank you for the food and the gravity room Admiral Mills.

King Vegeta looks at his advisors and seems to be saying something to them in his language then he turns back to Admiral Regina Mills.

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The ship soon gets repaired and the crew of the USS Fairytale make their leave. Emma is visiting her father David and mother captain Snow at the med Bay.

Emma: Dad, Mom Am sorry I didn't stay.

Captain Snow ( weakly): Emma you did what was necessary for us to win had you stayed we would have never allied with the saiyans we'd be space dust.

David (weakly): your mom is right.

Emma - But dad…

David (In pain) - It's alright, Emma, you did what you had to do and that's good enough.

Emma - But how are you doing? The med bay reports said you have an 80% chance of surviving.

David (In pain) - Let's not jinx it for now. But… we will get better soon.

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END for now

#Prince chariming #Regina Mill #Starfleet #david nolan #Mary Margert Blanchard #EmmaSwan #once upon a time #star trek #startrek #ouat #fanfic #fanfiction #The Voyages of The USS Fairytale #The Voyages of The USS fairytale: Emma logs #star trek ouat crossover #planet Vegeta #King Vegeta #saiyans #frost demons

[fynslife]

re reading TAB made me think of this quote that always cuts me deep in KOA, & it’s so heartbreaking to think about especially after reading Sam’s death and remembering everything that happens between then and KOA

any single one of the awful events that have happened in Aelin’s life would be more than enough to warrant her being so unbelievably exhausted and just done with it all, but when you put them all together it’s devastating to remember just how much she's had to face and overcome

in TAB she goes from planning her life with Sam to being bereft in the world without him & sent to a death camp in the space of a few days. you would think that that should be the worst thing to ever happen to her (not forgetting of course her tragic history before even the prequels), but no. there’s so much more & she doesn’t even know what lies ahead when we pick up with her in TOG

from friends being murdered, betrayal, actual torture both mental and physical, the ever-present & inescapable weight of responsibility to her kingdom, trying to win a war with the odds stacked against her, and she goes through everything only to find that her life is forfeit to make things right with the gods? after every devastating turn, every gut-wrenching goodbye, she finds out that she survived all that just to wind up a sacrifice and dead anyway? 

the heaviness of Aelin saying “I’m so tired” just breaks my heart, because she’s not just talking about recent events, she’s talking about all of it,  all the way back, & it just rips my soul apart idk

#throne of glass #tog #tab #the assassins blade #sam cortland #rowaelin #aelin galythinius #celaena sardothien #kingdom of ash #unfriendly reminder #s j maas #i know it works out but it's still so heartbreaking #she's just so exHAUSTED #the hand she's dealt by the gods is unbelievable #fynslife #koa #kingdom of ash spoilers

[angelkhi]

Mistletoe and wine - B.B

Pairing: Dilf!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Babysitting Bucky’s daughter at Christmas leads to some mistletoe mischief.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Minors DNI) unprotected sex cause they’re dumb, mentions of alcohol but no one gets drunk or tipsy, foul language, oral (f receiving), slight praise I guess? Not very well proofread sorry! I think that’s all but let me know if you’ve missed anything.

a little note: Hi! Thank you all for being so patient with me over the last few months, I’m a second year uni student so I just about have time to breathe let alone write outside of my degree . Midterms ended last week, essay burnout is slowly coming to an end (thank god) and Christmas is fast approaching! I’d like to post some more festive pieces over the Christmas period if my schedule and energy levels allow for it but until then I hope you enjoy this very rushed piece!

Word count: 1.9k

The short amount of time that he's been home, Bucky Barnes has berated you for not keeping yourself warm, and acquired early onset food poisoning from some cookies his daughter had made him. Now he stands over the stove, watching the saucepan of mulled wine come to the boil, his unbelievably wide shoulders making the space look tiny. You gawk at his back, still wrapped in the blanket he'd found you in, still shivering and it was no one's fault but your own.

A steaming mug is slid in front of you, and you instantly use it to warm your hands, ignore Bucky's borderline heartless chuckle at just how cold you are. When he had texted you that he urgently needed someone to watch his daughter whilst he dealt with an Steve sized emergency, you'd rushed out your house in nothing but a t-shirt, cardigan and tatty old joggers. When it started to get colder, you completely ignored the fact that Barnes house did have central heating, or that Bucky had told you to make yourself at home, or that it was in fact early December. Instead you decide to freeze with a tiny blanket.

So now he's stood across from you, watching with a smirk each time you shiver.

"Sorry again, about being late." Bucky sips from the piping hot mug whilst leaning against the kitchen counter, "Things took a bit longer than expected."

"It's no problem, we had fun." You smile and nod to him as he scoots around to the chair next to yours. "She was no trouble. Could barely keep her eyes open by her bedtime."

Bucky tips his head back, closes his eyes and mutters something along the lines of "murder" and "Steve fucking Rogers" under his breath, and you chuckle at his short temper. His brows crease a little, when his eyes open and he stands to reach the dangling ornament from above the two of you, your eyes widening as you realise what was hanging above your head.

"Oh god that's..."

"Mistletoe?" Bucky holds the drawing by the string you'd looped through a hole in the top, not having any real mistletoe to hand when his daughter begged you to make it one of the decorations for their house. She was such a sweet little girl that your could hardly say no, so you’d climbed onto the counter and hung it right where she’d pointed, forgetting to take it down when the cold became too much to even move.

"Fucking shit."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" His eyebrows are raised almost to his hairline, but you couldn't care less.

"I'm so sorry-" You wanted the ground to swallow you whole as he continued to stare you down, his height intimidating enough without the cocky smile he loved so much.

"She saw it in some movie we were watching and desperately wanted to make one. Obviously I didn't tell her what really happened if you went underneath it she's only six, so now she things it's for hugs and-"

"Sweetheart, calm down." He's standing over you now, studying the decoration, and then your face once again, cheeks rosy from your word vomit.

"So what do you do, in the event of being stuck under the mistletoe?" Bastard.

"Well... it's tradition, that if both parties are willing and able," He hums, leaning closer, a hint of the spices from the wine on his breath, "They kiss."

"You hardly seem like one to break tradition." I do? Bucky's even closer now, so close that all you have to do is tilt your head upwards and your lips would touch. His hand cradles your cheek, each breath dancing across your lips, waiting. Waiting. Your hand rests against his chest as you lean into his lips in a shy kiss, barely touching him until you slide that bit higher. Bucky kisses you slow and deep, until his hand moves from your cheek to your neck and your neck to your waist. Until he's guiding you out of your seat and into the living room.

Your stumbling backwards, mapping the barely familiar terrain, past the cluttered dining table and piles of toys until your calves hit the edge of the sofa. Bucky guides you down softly, following your lips as you sink into the peeled leather.

His clothes are torn off quickly, his broad shoulders caging you in. He fumbles with the tie on your joggers for a second, yanking them down your goose-bumped legs, eventually pulling them off and tossing them somewhere next to his crumpled Henley and jeans.

Bucky scoots down the sofa, pressing warm kisses up and down your thighs, sucking lightly on the skin of your inner thighs making you squirm beneath his lips.

"Gonna get you all warmed up sweetheart, don't you worry." Bucky's blue eyes meet yours, the usual bright twinkle replaced by a stormy grey, a promise that he would in fact keep you warm, no matter what it took. He pulls your panties to the side, spreading you open for him, blowing cool air onto your exposed pussy, dipping his head just that little bit lower making you whimper. You're quick to remember his sleeping daughter upstairs and the embarrassment that would come with waking her.

"Can you stay quiet for me?" Bucky pulls your panties down in one quick swoop, "Gonna need you to stay quiet for me whilst I eat this pretty little cunt, alright sweetheart?"

You nod eagerly, and Bucky dips his head, his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit. Your let your hand cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to stay quiet whilst he feasts on you like a starving man. Your other hand grips at the cold leather sofa as you struggle to stay pliant, body jerking upwards despite the hand Bucky had across your stomach to keep you flat beneath him.

A thick finger teases your entrance, his tongue unrelenting against your nub as he pushes in, the pads of his fingers sending small spears of pleasure through your body.  He fucks his finger into you, not letting up as he adds another, his hips grinding into the sofa as he chases your orgasm like a mad man.

His gaze is predatory when you convulse beneath him, hips pushing up into his face against your will, fucking yourself against him through the violent orgasm. Your eyes clamp shut as he pulls away from you, the mixture of orgasm induced stars and the twinkling lights on the tree sending you a little dizzy.

Bucky's back at eye level by the time you reopen your eyes, a slow kiss and a reassuring 'you alright?' setting the two of you straight. His hips grind against you, leaving you overly sensitive, your whines silenced by his mouth.

"I'll take my time with you later, can I fuck you?" Your nod is frantic, borderline desperate, but in that moment you didn't care because Bucky Barnes was begging to fuck you and your be damned if you said no.

"Use your words sweets." My god this man will be the death of me.

"Fucking yes, Bucky."

"Potty mouth," he laughs and steals a kiss from your open lips, "Good god, I need to fuck you now."

He frees himself from his boxers, painfully hard when he grips himself tightly. He runs his tip from your drenched hole and over your sensitive clit a few times before sinking into you slowly, stretching you out, the bite of pain mixing with the pleasure so beautifully.

His first few thrusts are slow giving you time to adjust to the intrusion whilst he bottoms out, sinking his full length into you, a guttural sound bubbling out of his throat. 

He pulls out to the tip, grasping your chin softly so that you can watch him, keep your eyes on his as he fucks himself into you over and over again. The twinkling festive lights bounce across his skin, the warm glow against his face so lax with pleasure mesmerising. His hand comes up to cover your mouth, resting against your lips softly silencing your whimpers.

Your legs clamp around his hips pulling him into you, locking him against you with each slow yet deep thrust, until he untangles the pair of you, pulling your legs up so that your calves rest on his shoulders comfortably.

You're so sensitive from your previous orgasm, you can't help but teeter close to the edge as he thrusts into you from a new angle, impossibly deep.

"Jesus fuck." You mutter against his hand.

"Is that who's fucking you this good? Huh?" Even balls deep in your cunt, Bucky still manages to flash his teeth his smile cocky as ever.

"No- No, fuck." You whisper.

"Who is sweetheart? Who's tearing your pretty pussy apart?" His thrusts are punctuated, so dangerously deep you're not sure if you could ever go without him again, but you can do nothing but whimper at his words.

"Say my name,"

"Bucky. Bucky Bucky Bucky." You chant it into his skin, your breath soft against the harsh movements. His hand clings to the armrest, and you pull him against you, fingertips carving little red divots into his neck, holding him close to you until the air was stiflingly thick. Until you were sharing the same breath.

"It's so much." Your voice is hoarse and quiet against his skin, eyes squeezed shut as he stimulates your body, his thick cock pulling you apart and putting you back together again all at once.

"I know, sweets I know. You can take it, my good girl."

"You gonna cum for me? Cum all over my cock whilst I fuck you good, hm?." Your eyes are brimmed with tears when he forces you to look at him once more, his words guiding you yet mocking you all at once. You nod once again, your voice too grainy to string a few syllables together.

White hot pleasure stings your skin, his pace unrelenting  as shockwaves of pleasure tear at your skin. You're unable to stop your body as it goes slack, moulding into the couch cushions whilst Bucky fucks you through another orgasm with little remorse. His kisses are soft, placed delicately on any bit of bare skin he can find, until his own hips start stuttering and his silent breaths turn into quiet pants against your lips.

He's quick to pull out and fist himself, his tip sensitive and warm against your skin as he fucks into his hand, spilling himself onto the cool flesh of your exposed stomach. He reaches across to the coffee table to grab a festive tissue and wipe up the sticky mess so he can lay flush against you once again. Bucky's breaths are quick against your puffy lips when he pulls you into a kiss, just as tender as the others if not more so.

"You did so good for me, sweetheart. You warmed up?" He asks quietly, his large palm warm against your cheek.

"A little." Your smile is wide, teasing. It's bait and Bucky takes it, hands already moving down your body, riling you up once more.

"We'll we can't be having that now, can we?" His smile is equally as wide, one hand still cradling your face, the other drawing incoherent patterns against the tender your thighs. "Gonna have to warm you up some more, you know, in the Christmas spirit and all."

If this is the Christmas spirit, then Merry Christmas indeed.

#marvel smut #marvel #smut #avengers endgame #bucky barnes #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws smut #tfatws #dilf!bucky #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #steve rogers #captain america #chris evans #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #avengers smut #mcu smut

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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#kinky.inky #haikyū!! #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu smut #hinata smut #bokuto smut #suna smut #sakusa smut #iwaizumi #sakusa #bokuto #hinata #suna #atsumu

[teenyweenynightghost]

Mamma mia

A/n: I finally returned. I’m not staying for long tho, unless its chaotic or fluff. Anywhoo, I hope you enjoy this ;)

Warnings: Smuhuhuhuhuhut. Smutt.

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @electra-phoebe @makeavvish @perfectlyunbiasedobservation @cucciolafaerie @theimpossiblehologramtree @unitersmoonshine @lalls000 (it isn’t working☹️) @deeavjbes

“You have some clients waiting in room 4!”

The same clicking, buzzing and faint noises of music clouded Y/n’s head, as she hurried to look over her files. Maneskin… she had heard of the band’s success after Eurovision, and had seen a few clips from their concerts.

There was no doubt, the members had a magnetic appearance. Something about them lured you in as If they were sirens of more modern times.

Regardless, she had no time to think about metaphors. A few weeks back, Y/n had been contacted by the band’s manager requesting a more eccentric photoshoot, to promote their new single. Y/n dealt with such requests daily and was well aware of the steps of taking such photos. A few shots and cigarettes, a little dance party, taking off clothes little by little… She was used to the awkwardness and embarrassment of it all and had seen her fair share of bodies. Why should this be any different?

Grabbing all the sketches and notes in one hand, she locked her office and set off to the room. They said they wanted a white background, which meant less work for her. Everything was going according to plan.

A few more steps, walking by a few staff members, taking the final turn…

“Hello, my name is-“

Her words died in her throat as she caught sight of the people in front of her. Instead of four, fully clothed and uncomfortable people, there were four, completely naked, unbelievably confident considering the circumstances, hot, gods.

“Y/n. Yes…we’ve heard.” A tanned man with short brown hair finished her sentence, looking her up and down.

Professional, Y/n, stay professional…

“Well Im glad. You clearly look comfortable so.. I suppose we could start the shoot?” She called out, looking around for her assistant-

“Wait, where’s Claire?”/

“We asked for a private shoot…considering that everyone around here heard about us except, well, you.” A tall man, whom Y/n had heard was the guitarist, answered her question.

A slight blush creeped upon her face, now regretting having not researched more. Determined to complete the task at hand, she just shook her head, trying her best to clear her thoughts, and pulled out her sketches.

“Alright then… I have a few drawings here, how you might be able to sit, or how to fit in a fish lens. Do you have any preferences?”

At that, a girl, the only one in fact, shot up, skipping towards Y/n.

“Oh I’m definitely in front. Couldn’t have it any other way.” She smirked, promptly sitting down in the centre of the little podium.

The light glinted on her, reflecting on the oil, and capturing Y/n’s attention. She could swear that every single inch of the girl was perfect: from the way her hips curved right below her waist, the silver hoop pierced in her nipple, the blonde hair cascading down her petite shoulders…

“Then I’m staying in the back. Vic put your hand close to my dick. That should kill our fans.” The singer chuckled, plopping right behind the girl.

“OH! Then Ethan should sit next to you! Cover him with your knee!” She exclaimed, getting excited about how everyone should settle down. “And Thommy, come lean on my shoulder!

Y/n watched dumbfounded as they all sat in their places, gliding their hands down one another’s bodies, laughing at how much fun it was to apply body makeup.

“Well, I think we can start the shoot now; can’t we?” Vic stated, watching Y/n with a fiery intensity as she picked up the camera and got in to position.

“No, not like that. You should look like you’re on top.” The long-haired drummer corrected her, a slight hint of amusement coming though his serious expression.

Y/n nodded weakly, stepping closer to the band and raising the camera upwards.

A few clicks, flashlights and dirty comments later, they were all gathered around Y/n, looking at the results.

“Ohh I like this one!” “No, this is better!” “This will kill them the most!”

Y/n’s mind spun as their banter filled her mind, along with the thought of other circumstances they would be naked in.

“Aw, how come you’re blushing so hard?” Vic chuckled, raising Y/n’s head to face her. “After all, you’ve taken nude shots before, haven’t you?”

“We looked through some of them. The way you capture the human body and make it feel like a personal fantasy at the same time is what made you so different from other photographers. It’s what made us pick you too.” Ethan intervened, closely examining her face and watching as it got redder and redder. Y/n, on the other hand, was slowly dying inside. Being praised, flirted with and around so many hot, naked people truly made her wish she didn’t have to be professional.

“I’m glad to hear that. Now for the filter would you like-“

Before she could finish the sentence Vic’s lips came crashing into hers, making Y/n lose her equilibrium. Before she could fall down, Ethan’s toned body crashed against her back, a strong arm coming around her waist.

“We just wanna have fun puppy. Wanna be apart of it or do you wanna watch?” Vic’s husky voice was barely heard above Thomas and Damiano’s conversation. Both men, seemingly unbothered about what was happening around them.

Noticing her distraction, Ethan was quick to grab her jaw and face it towards Vic again. “She asked a question.” He whispered, dangerously low, tightening his grip on her.

“A little participation wouldn’t hurt.

“Good to know. Dami, Thomas, you joining?”

Before the words left Vic’s mouth, the guitarist was already on his way to get closer to the photographer. “You don’t have to tell me twice!” He cheered, grabbing Y/n‘s hand and pulling her away from Ethan.

“How about you and I…dance, a little. Hm bella?” He mused in Y/n’s ear, swinging her back and forth.

“There is no music.” The girl answered back innocently, looking around for a speaker, being however, interrupted, by Damiano’s laugh.

“I’m pretty sure your moans would count as music.”

With his words, Thomas began kissing her neck, biting in the most sensitive places and licking them shortly after. Damiano approached her from behind, grabbing her neck and showing Thomas exactly which spots to kiss.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to be just as undressed as everyone else, and even less time, to realize how wet everyone in the room was. She could feel Damiano, hard against her back, his muscles twitching every time a moan escaped her mouth. Thomas, on the other hand, was already on his knees, in front of her, looking up with eyes Y/n could only describe as adorably desperate.

“Fuck, Thomas, just do it already!” The girl moaned out as Damiano pinched her nipple. Having heard her words, he parted her legs and made room for Thomas.

With one big swipe, the man was already inside her, licking frantically at her folds. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over Y/n, her knees already struggling to hold her sweaty frame up.

“Shit, Thomas…”

Damiano soon started rubbing into her back, desperate for some release himself, not being able to fully control his actions anymore. A hand left her breasts and went down to his dick, stroking it in rhythm with the girl’s moans.

Y/n felt as if she was floating higher and higher, the edges of her eyes starting to fade, as an overwhelming pleasure rammed into her.

Her body trembled as she rode out her high, feeling a warm liquid drip down her back and leg.

Someone guided her down, making the girl sit in their lap, as she slowly became aware again.

In one corner was Thomas, his fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead, and in front of her, Damiano, on his knees, looking at her with his fucked-out eyes. Both having climaxed along with her.

A delicate hand brushed a strand of hair off her face, blowing a gust of cold hair onto her neck.

“Such a good girl, think you can go for round two?” The blonde whispered into her ear, licking up her neck.

Y/n faintly nodded, watching as Ethan smirked at her, getting up and resting between her legs.

The girl closed her eyes, relaxing into Vic’s embrace as she massaged her shoulders, letting Ethan spread her legs and climb on top of her.

“You have really pretty lips. Did I tell you that?” Vic commented, changing her position. Y/n grunted at the loss of contact and shivered when her bare back met the cold floor of the studio.

“I’d love to ride them.” The blonde grinned down at the girl, watching her eyes widen and pupils dilate in anticipation. “Meanwhile, Ethan is gonna fuck you. Is that right?”

The man puffed as he kissed up Y/n’s thigh, needing no foreplay to enter her smoothly. Y/n rolled her head back in pleasure as she felt Ethan inside of her, not yet moving. He waited for Y/n to relax fully. Vic sat down on the girls stomach, her own wetness dripping onto the piercing Y/n had, and started thrusting forward in sync with what Ethan was doing.

It started off slow, both waiting for the girl to get used to the feeling. The second her moans got louder, Vic was on her face and Ethan gripped onto her thighs as he pushed deeper and deeper.

All of their moans synchronized as Y/n struggled to please the girl on top of her, being distracted, however, by Ethan fucking her so roughly. She brought a hand up and grabbed Vic’s hip, pressing her down onto her, hitting a sensitive spot with her tongue.

“Fuck yes!”

In less than a few minutes all three were already panting and moaning, getting dangerously close to their high.

Ethan pulled out of Y/n quickly, cumming onto her stomach in a fraction of a second, while Vic continued to grind down onto her face.

Tears escaped the blonde’s eyes as she grew more desperate, eventually deciding to switch the tables.

She climbed off of Y/n, causing her to whimper after the girl, and laid down on the floor.

“How are you feeling, puppy?”

“As bad as you. Now just make me cum, please!” Y/n begged, pushing Victoria’s body against her and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.

“Do it yourself, cucciola, and we might just not leave you like this.”

Y/n’s hands were instantly inside of herself, pushing a finger, then two, and three, until broken sobs and loud moans were the only thing filling the room. Vic climbed onto her thigh, starting to grind on it, just as she had a few seconds ago on her face.

A whistle from Damiano was all it took for both girls to reach their climaxes. Cumming loudly onto each other, the blonde fell on the floor right next to Y/n.

“Maybe we should take a few more photos now.”

***

“So I made a selection, and these are the best pictures out of them all.” Y/n told the band, examining their expressions as they looked over the pictures.

“I like the ones we took after we fucked. We looked more oily.”

#maneskin #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio #damiano david #thomas raggi #måneskin #maneskin fic #thomas raggi x y/n #thomas raggi x reader #damiano david x reader #ethan torchio x reader #victoria de angelis x reader #smut

[lebenspurpur]

Choke me - RZ Michael Myers

AN: I wrote this for my lovely girlfriend @anxiousalami because the first thing she said when we watched Rob Zombie's Halloween was "I want his big hands to choke me".

Pairing: Michael Myers x reader

Summary: Michael didn't come home after the last fight and the reader is anxiously awaiting his return.

Warnings: Choking, sexual implications

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The night was windy and rainy, it was typical autumn kind of weather. The breeze was cold and somehow damp, making your hair stand up and your body shiver. Your window was opened wide and the curtains were swinging in the wind theatrically while the splashing of rain filled the air.

Your lovely backside was seated on your bed, your legs dangling of the side, comfortably wrapped in a warm and fluffy blanket. Delicate hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, you tried to ignore the uneasy and anxious feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

Michael hadn't come home after the last fight.

It's been two weeks.

And you were scared.

It had been quite a rough argument, leaving you both heated and aggressive. Things had been said. Things that shouldn't have been kept silent for all this time but now it was too late. As always Michael dealt with it in his own way. He left.

After all, his biggest fear was hurting you, be it in rage or because he was hurt and he promised himself to not let that happen. During that fight, he felt as if it was near impossible to keep that promise. So he walked out the door without a single word, his teeth and fists clenched and surprisingly his mask, left on the counter. You thought he'd be back the next morning or at least after a few days.

It's been two weeks and you missed him.

His sarcastic remarks, his mocking laugh and yes even him being an annoying asshole. He made you so angry every single day yet you couldn't live without him. Your own personal serial killer. And oh you were scared. What if he never returned? Was the argument finally enough to make him snap?

Your fingers gripped the cup of tea tighter, your knuckles turning white. The stress and exhaustion of worrying too much made every single thought so painful.

You quickly finished your tea, placing the cup on your nightstand and turning off the lights. Might as well try to get some sleep. You had the foolish image of Michael returning during your slumber in your mind. Like a knight returning to his sleeping princess. You imagined his calloused hands tucking you in while his lips press a chaste kiss to your forehead. God how you missed him.  Enveloping yourself in the warmth of the blankets you dive deeper in your fantasies to at least gain a little bit of comfort.

In your dreams his arms slowly wrapped around your upper body, rubbing the shivering sides. Soft kisses were placed on your neck and hot breath could be felt on your neck. You sleepily told him how much you'd missed him and his presence around the house, your voice broken and incoherent. He just chuckled as a reply, his deep voice leaving a satisfying rumble in his chest pressed against your back.

Unfortunately the only real sound in your surroundings was the sound of a door slamming shut, waking you from your oh so lovely dream.

Your heart immediately started racing. With Michael gone nobody was able to protect you from possible intruders. Nobody but yourself. Grabbing the baseball bat underneath your bed, you prepared yourself for battle and left the welcoming warmth of your bed. Weapon at the ready, your naked feet crept down the wooden stairs, leaving little creaks. As soon as you spotted the intruder your heart stopped.

There he was.

Clothed in a soaked hoodie with the hood up, his features covered by the long dark-blonde hair. His blue eyes looked at you underneath the strands, full of an emotion you couldn't decipher.

Your hand dropped the baseball bat, the thud unbelievably loud in the deafening silence of the house.

You couldn't believe it. Here he was like a dream come true. You stepped towards him, tears of joy and relief building in your eyes. As soon as your feet reached a close distance to his, Michael moved. Swiftly as always he stepped towards you, hardly making any sound.

Scared you retreated, soon your back hit the wall spreading a dull ache in your spine. Even if he was your boyfriend, Michael was scary and sometimes unpredictable.

Michael's hand shot forwards, fingers wrapping around your throat. The vein on his hand was twitching violently, azure eyes piercing yours.

You were simply confused, what was he doing? The grip on your neck was tight though he still gave you enough space to breathe. If he wanted to hurt you he could have made you pass out in seconds, you both knew it.

Michael still didn't move, his eyes fixed on yours, analyzing your feelings. You grew more and more bothered the longer the silence lasted. God damn it, you had waited for him for so long and now he refused to actually interact with you or give you any explanation.

Feeling sassy you decided to stare back into his darkened eyes. One of his eyebrows cocked up. Of course he knew your plan but there was no overpowering him today.

His other hand gripped your wrist and picked up the other, bringing them over your head. He pinned them there, his strength made it impossible to move them.

The hand on your throat let go and delicately traced the marks on your neck, proud of their work. His fingers traveled up to your cheek cupping your face.

Your eyes closed, the simple contact feeling so inviting on your touch-starved and cold skin. His hand was surprisingly warm though wet from the heavy rain outside.

Michael was amused. He loved this whole situation. You missed him that much huh? How pathetic of you.

His hand traveled down your shivering body, leaving traces of water on your shirt. Or better on his. You were wearing his clothes. Michael smirked.

His fingers left your shirt and went underneath it, making you gasp softly. The tall man noticed that and his head shot upwards to look at your face.

Your eyes were lidded and dark, clouded with love and desire. Your mouth was opened a little bit and soft panting could be heard.

Michael retreated his hand from your stomach and grabbed your chin pulling you towards him. His lip met yours in a dominating kiss. You sighed in his mouth. Had that been so hard? To show a little bot of contact to make up for the last two weeks?

As soon as you finished that thought Michael moved backwards and his hand found your neck again. He harshly pulled on it, pressing his kiss to yours once again forcefully.

You thought he'd be nice today? Think again.

#rz michael myers x reader #michael myers #rz michael myers #have a treat

[starshipsofstarlord]

Okay rockstars, settle down

rockstar!bucky barnes x assistant!reader x rockstar!loki laufeyson / masterlist

summary; having previously worked for loki, it causes a heat to burn within bucky’s already accumulated hate towards the musician / warnings; threesome, smut, mxf and mxm sex, mentions of sex with other characters, oral sex (male and female receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, double penetration, degradation, swearing, orgasm denial, cum eating

“Can’t believe you worked for that wanker.” Snarked Bucky as an image of the well known, musically spread, and acoustically acclaimed, Loki Laufeyson was shown on the screen of the dressing room television, as the other artist stretched his clothing bare arms across the back of the couch. “Come here sweet cheeks.”

At his command, you dismissed the paper work for a moment, trailing over and straddling the inked hunk’s chain belted lap, digging your manicured set of nails into his shoulders, as you seated yourself over his crotch. “I’m happy I work for you now Buck, you treat me so good.”

Punctuating your words, you pressed your teeth into your bottom lip, giving it the appearance of being more plump, as you batted your dark eyelashes up at your employer. “I do, don’t I?” He rhetorically asked, skimming his fingers across the length of your arms, before moving them to sloppily cup your jaw, ensuring that you would not look away from his wild and dilated pupils. “Tell me what I do better than the lead singer of the god of mischief.”

At his words, a small yet peaceful contortion of uncomfortableness split a skin grafted line through the centre of your forehead, stating that you had no wish to do so. And thus, as punishment for your self aversive silence, Barnes braced his knuckles into your skin, causing you to keen out, and tap his shoulders in verification for surrender.

In turn, you lowered your hands, dragging the tips of your nails, absentmindedly running them down the expanse of his waxed chest, conveniently passing the silver hoops that were attached to his nipples on the trail to a less dominant ground. “I prefer the way that your songs have a heavier bass and-“

“Uh uh uh, not the music. Think of something that has you, let’s say, screaming, but definitely not in a crowd. Though, we may have to try that one sometime; show the world how hungry you are to assist me.”

“You, James Bucky Barnes,” he loosened his grip to your relief, which lead to you hugging in spite, “are the best fuck I have ever endured. Loki has nothing on you, he deems himself a god of the arts, but he doesn’t see how you paint me so perfectly with your cum, nor how you bend my body to your whim, as though I am a tool in the midst of your creations, useful, but disposable.”

“I like the sound of that doll. Disposable, now that really does you make you sound like my personal cum dump.”

“That’s was certainly interesting to listen to...”that voice had your body jolting in shock, and it appeared that Bucky too was surprised by the presence, though, he steadied his well versed hands on your hips, claiming you to the intimate spot.

“What the fuck are you doing in my dressing room you greasy haired weasel?” Bucky sneered, his nose turning up at the sight alone of his competition in the lyrical world. Loki, he had graced you with his presence, and you had to look away; he admittedly looked good.

His shirt was open chested, leaving you with the memorable impression of all the times that you had left crescent marks upon that particular surface, a few times you had even drawn blood, but that had only fuelled his mission to fuck you into a propeller of urgency.

“Our new album Laufey has just been released, I can confirm my dear, you shoulda stayed around and knelt in our success. The records are certainly going to have more sales than what was it called again? Ah yes, the red star. I could tell it was about this one, so much passion, a sultry tune, that did little to justify what it means to be with her.”

Loki’s hands waved around as he spoke, and you could only picture the past whence he penetrated your with those long and talented fingers of his. He had drawn orgasm after orgasm out of you, resulting you to be nothing more than a withering mess, as he digressed the option to simply stop. There was nothing simple about him, nor the time that he demanded that he shared you with his brother.

That thought alone had you mindlessly grinding upon Bucky’s covered cock, plucking at your lip with the keys of your teeth, though Bucky’s voice brought you back to reality, causing you to pause your movements embarrassingly, venting a clear out of your head to process the situation that was before you. The two were bickering like two teenage girls, and it was quite exhausting to listen to.

“Answer the question trickster, else I’ll have you fed to the infamous black panther, and let’s just say that he is the best bodyguard I have ever hired. So, are you going to speak, or will I have you dragged out of here like a damned serpent with a noose around its neck?” Bucky threatened, gritting his teeth together, his nose straining in frustration, drawing more attention to the small stud on the right side of his nose.

“Looks like she needs me Barnes, perhaps your reputation does not proceed you. But to answer in full, my band have made quite the rise, and I thought it would be... fitting to pay you a visit. Though I had no idea that this wonderful woman would be here, pining on your lap like some feline in heat. I see she’s fucking you now, after all my suspicions are never wrong. Or we’ll, Heimdall’s train of thought always ends up at the right station.”

“Can the pair of you stop, for one goddamn minute!” Your hands obscured a path into your hair, as you glared back and forth between the pair of rival rockstars. “I am here, dammit! Stop talking about me as though I am not here, a part of me wishes that I wasn’t so I didn’t have to listen to your bitching.”

Without any thought, you clambered from your perch on Bucky’s lap, walking towards the raven haired gentleman, pointing your finger in his face as you accused him. “You’ve got your point across, but I’ll tell you something. If you don’t leave, Heimdall will see me putting my foot up your ass.”

“Does she speak to you like this Barnes? I thought she had loosened up in more ways than one when I allowed Thor to stretch her cunt, but it appears that that mouth of hers has gotten a little out of hand also. You should do something about that, or else you’ll lose her to someone else like a did. Who knows, could be Romanoff, heard she has a thing for brats.”

Natasha Romanoff, a diverse woman in her ways and songs. She was the queen of the rock culture, tormenting her workers with her verbal abuse and it would undoubtedly be no different for her assistant. If you were to be under her employment, it was certain that you would not get out alive, nor work for another talented person for the rest of your life. To cross her, was a vow to sign your own death certificate, it was plain stupidity, yet people still hustled with her and her limits, resulting in their chances of ever getting hired for any job, vastly slim to none.

At the lack of defence that Bucky provided you, you felt small, your shoulders slacked as you were tortured with Loki’s cold and silky gaze, more so when the man stood up, pressing his bare chest against your back. You could feel the rings that hung off the buds that adorned his chest coil and dig into your back, shrouding your demeanour substantially.

A part of you wanted nothing more than for Bucky to abuse Loki’s face with his fist, specifically the right, since it was the bearer to a chunky silver ring. It’d leave quite the print, however, the unexpected unravelled as his enquiring tone was aimed not at you, but Loki instead.

“You let your brother fuck her, hmm. Maybe she should learn her manners by being shared, that way her retrospective spattering of bullshit may be contained, to a limit of course.” It was unbelievably, you could not believe that Bucky was conferring with the enemy! And not only that, they were talking about experiences of having you literally become speechless from their unprofessional administrations upon your body. “I’d get T’Challa in here, but I know she’s already fucked him. Can’t quite fire him for it though, because who could ever say no to those pretty eyes, and that mouth, god, it is definitely one of her most persuasive attributes.”

“Bu-“ you didn’t even get to finish imploring his name off your lips, about to defend yourself and your previous actions, though, you were interrupted, starved from the opportunity of coming up with an explanation.

“No.” Loki told you, the roles now reversed as he was the one with his index finger aimed at you. He tapped your nose with it, as he began to pace in the room, his wild locks remaining in their place as he spun, before facing Bucky, a sly tranquility of a truce veining out from the pools of his evergreen orbs. “You don’t speak a word to me y/n, not whilst I’m having a conversation with James here.”

James. It was too far a polite way for him to address your boss. They were all hot and ready to tear out each other’s throats a moment ago, and now here they were, having a silent conversation without your inclusion. It had you reeling your mind as to why, until Bucky gathered your hair in his hand to the side, sliding you y/h/c locks over your shoulder, and finally deemed it acceptable for you to hear his voice.

Though, he still was not directing his tensive words in your direction. “Since you had dealt with this subordinate behaviour from her, perhaps you’d like to join us; help me train her to become more...” His breath fanned your the top of your ear, making your skin crawl by not only his warm and inviting breath, but also the offer that he had supposed to the other man.

“Obedient?” Loki asked in turn of his wispy ended offer of optimism, his leather, sharp tipped boots taking a prominent, heart clenching step towards you. He reached his finger out, grasping a loose strand that had fallen out of Bucky’s grip and before your face, tugging lightly on it, as his lips came dangerously close to your own. “Rules aren’t your forfeit, are they my dear? The best assistant I ever hired, with all those unique ideas floating around in that independent head of yours, but you’ve always been troublesome. I remember the time that you bit my cock that day you had attitude. I reckon Bucky here could do a better job.”

“Then why doesn’t he?” You hissed as said man tugged on his handful of your hair, instantly making you regret your phrase in the moment. To a halting surprise however, Bucky released you, lightly shoving you to cause you to fumble forwards, and away from him.

“Maybe I will.” He dared, earning a nod from Loki, whom seductively began to unzip his loose trousers, as Bucky descended to the ground, his hands running up his rival’s thighs, as the material dropped around Loki’s ankles. It would seem, that he had gone commando, and as Bucky grasped Loki’s shaft, you felt a pull in your chest inherently demanding that you play some part in this fornication.

“Wait.” Your hand shot out, as though you had some force to stop them from continuing with their war path to exact all of their developed spit onto you. “What about me?” You were ss

“Oh no doll, you are not pulling any strings here, if you wanna do something useful, come here and warm my cock, you can watch me blow your old associate.” A slither of a whimper fell from your lips, it wasn’t exactly what you were prying towards, but you sure as hell were not going to refuse the contact that Bucky was obliged to give you.

Thus you wandered towards him, your pinkies curling around one another, as you sashayed to the ground beside him, watching as he paid Loki no mind for a moment, ruthlessly in a desperation fuelled motion, unbuckled his thick belt, and shoved the material of his leather trousers to be held accountable against his lower thighs, just above his tense knees.

He too, as their exteriors supposed, had forgone the extra layer that kept his cock tucked away, though it was exposed as he tugged those tight trousers down, and the sight of both his and Loki’s cocks bobbing in the same vicinity had you close to quivering.

It was somewhat of a dream portrayed in the viscous space of reality, the two men half undressed in then proximity of yourself, it was something that you had always imagined, even before you had left Loki’s side, and opted to work for Bucky, but the idea was definitely short lived. They hated each other, but apparently they were willing to put all their issues aside to prohibit you from freely running your mouth.

Bucky’s cock twitched as he patted his own thigh, ordering you without the aid of his voice to commence it as a servant’s throne, or in your case, a stool for you to rest on as he tended to intimate needs of the man that you had once worked for. Finally, with the decision of better judgement, you allowed your grey jumper dress to slide down your body, leaving you nude, and the aspect of the two men’s unforgiving and locked gazes.

“No underwear, and you wonder why your men have no difficulty in her allowing them to fuck her.” Bucky took ahold of his cock, squeezing his cock with one hand, whilst his other aided you in sitting on his muscular legs, as he lightly growled up at the opposing rockstar.

From the stiff grip that Bucky affirmed around his sceptre, Loki gasped, his pale lips instantly shutting once the sound wantonly abandoned him. The last thing that he wanted was for Bucky to see him in vulnerable poise, though with that said, it’d be rather difficult considering the smutty circumstances.

Bucky took Loki’s long, alabaster prick into his mouth, starting from the primrose tip and descending down, reciprocating the action that you did yourself as you sheathed yourself onto his cock, but instead with his lips. A grunt rendered along Loki’s length as the man bit back a whimper, the vibrations running through his veins like a transpiring pulse of sorcery.

Bucky opted for bobbing his head, as you endured the liberation of his very slightly gyrating movement inside of you. Though, despite him being almost completely still and leaving you full to the brim with his thick length, his balls resting against the partition where he was delved into you, you remained transfixed.

The motion image, recording first hand through your own eyes, of him blowing Loki was sinful, but you were drawn to it. If that made you a sinner, one endorsed by the graphic scene, licking your lips from the sight of Bucky running his studded tongue up the length of Loki, dipping the ball of silver metal into his slit, then so be it.

Your heart raced as you were met with an opportunity. A globe of saliva, strung by the lapping muscle of Bucky’s tongue dropped down; you practically saw its fall in slow motion. It was done before you could register your actions, you had leant forwards, catching the trickle of spit in your mouth, thinking not for a moment as you gulped the subjective liquid down.

Bucky’s pace increased, he gagged lightly as he jolted him further down his throat. Loki hummed, harshly grabbing Bucky’s dark brunette locks, biting his lip as he reimagined your little catch. It had him feeling close, and just as he was about to finish, precum furiously pooling out of his tip, Bucky pulled back, a smirk marking his features.

“You’re not cumming in my mouth, I don’t mind sucking dick, nor swallowing, but I have to practically listen to you jizz over your own talent, and prowl over my girl.” The name he labelled you with had your heart fluttering, but not nearly as much as when he lightly pulled out of you, infuriating you with the lack of any pleasurable esteem. “Don’t you worry babes, you can finish with me inside of you, like always.”

That used to be him, Loki thought with a brewing rage in his chest. Though he instead shrugged out of his dull patterned striped shirt that was already loose on his shoulders. The fabric hit the floor, leaving all of you barren to the subject of nudity.

“Always doesn’t suppose the past Barnes.” Loki stated, referring to all the various times that he had found refuge in your spongey walls, you willingly clenching around him, and pleading for him to hit a deeper spot within you. “And I do not prowl, I don’t need to. The evidence is there between her legs, coiling in juices surrounding her ever so willing folds, that are prepared to endure the harshest of penetrations.”

“What are you trying to do, write a fucking song about this?” Scoffed Bucky, rolling his crystallised orbs at the guts that this man had. If he so much as wanted to, he could stop this passage into a three way all together, but he did not, at least he had yet to. He was enjoying the way that you were squirming to yourself, thinking that he didn’t notice, squeezing the sides of your thighs together in an aroused matrimony.

“A fucking song would’ve the correct term - literally.” Was the affirmed words of Loki, as he shoved Bucky to be sat beside you, tilting his messy brush of crazed hair, his untrustworthy eyes drifting to you. “Who’d you want to fuck you, you fangirling slut?”

It was truthfully a difficult decision. “Both.” You admitted, your bones jumping as Bucky pinched one of your erect nipples, continuing to hold a sturdy clasp of his pads around the sensitive flesh; you couldn’t jut choose one of them. Not when they were both in such close range, bore in nothing more than their birthdays suits, talking about your quivering and diversely accepting cunt.

They knew that you couldn’t possibly refuse one or the other. You were vastly too hungry to be filled like you had never been before, shagged by two of three most well known artists in the industry, earnestly and mindlessly earning yourself a title within the circle of uptight yet simultaneously chill performers.

Perhaps, if Bucky we to ever potentially fire you, there would be another pursuer for your articulating talents on standby, awaiting for the moment that you walked out of his complex door to swoop you up as though they were a predatory falcon, flying off into a stationed sunset, those around seeing you as nothing more than a shadow of the ambient orb, but the one who had employed you finding you to be a sufficing inspiration.

Large hands swallows your hips, firmly controlling their angle as they grasped you in their strong, almost super human hold, lifting you so that you were tentatively tucked in a reverse cowgirl position on Bucky’s lap. It was the third time that you had been this close to him, it would almost be intimate, if your legs weren’t strewn in an open, all revealing splay, so that Loki could see your boss tease his tip around your entrance before sliding you down his length, extracting a strong wail from your churning throat.

Your own hand resented down, applying swirls of pressure down on your clit; it appeared that they were willing you to continue without interruption. Bucky lightly, despite the power that he was promoted to in this position, began to bounce you on his shaft, spewing small mewls out from your agape mouth.

Fisting his cock, Loki approached, Bucky reachin this seen hands down to spread te lips of your pussy, so that the other man was guaranteed a crude glimpse of you being stufffed. Though, you weren’t quite filled enough, for Bucky raised a brow and prompted Loki to allow himself to be pulled closer by your axed and whining aura.

He brushed his tip languidly against your buzzing clit, dragging through your slick and jab i at your delicate fingers before probing at the base of Bucky’s cock, and pushing inside, right along his rival’s length, the pair moaning out in a pleasured union. On the other and, you had tears falling from the crescents of your eyes, the stretch so much that it was a blistering pain to your cunt.

“Don’t go all meek dear, you and i both know this is far from the first instance where you’ve had more than one cock in this nasty, betraying cunt of yours.” Loki taunted, gripping the vulnerable expanse of your throat from behind, his icy glazed skin sending provocative shivers down your spine, making your pussy pulse from the chill that ran through your body.

And then, i a split instant, both cocks began to piston into your walls, as though you were nothing more than a rag doll, meant o be thrown around and handled in a disorderly fashion. They ere ruthless, groaning out symphonies in the cursive air around you, as your walls engulfed their pricks more than snugly.

You felt so wide down there, they were taking a pirating toll on your body stealing every breath that dared wither from your lips, tweezing their nimble fingered around various parts of your body, all in due retrospect or coerce you into fucking them back, making all actions in the mass of bodies a mutual effort.

Loki lowered his head down meeting Bucky for a sloppy, brash kiss. It was clear they were simply doing that part to fulfil a greedy desire in your stomach, but you were not one that minded. It was, like the rest of their frenzy of collaborations, a competitive mess. They nipped harshly at each other’s lips, ravenously all in the meanwhile ploughing your body with their har girths.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Your tongue dribbled, earning satisfied, lust induced smirks from both parties that were currently penetrating you, making you writhe harder against their lengths a new flow of moisture weeping out from your hole, lubricating their movements further, it encouraging them to do nothing more than continue what they were doing, despite their better judgements.

The truth was, they were rockstars. They had no better judgement, which is why everyone like them needed someone like you. Their thought were clouded with one mission, and for once in their spent lifetimes, it was not to beat the others, at least not to a certain extent anyways. It was their assignment, delivered by their own hands, to bring you to the edge, and that’s physically what they reformed to do.

One of them were groping your nipples, whilst the other confined the same treatment to your ass cheeks. Loki found your Rocky enables of positive feedback to be icicles and they were beautiful, he stared at them, as though they were divine ploys extracted from the mythical kingdom of Jotunheim, their residence in the realm to be the peacemakers of all bountiful creatures, much like himself and Barnes.

A rich euphoric groan exuberated from Bucky as he allowed himself to spoil, but he tutted whence he watched Loki’s features suppose that he was to follow shortly behind. “Not inside of her.” Bucky growled, sufficing Loki to roll his eyes, and pull out, the man behind you furiously replacing your hand, rolling our clit in his grasp until a sinful scream enveloped the air, commencing them all to the fact that you had just came.

Loki found the show to be unfair, and instead, spilled his priceless seed onto the huffing skin of your stomach, you eyes fluttered shut at the warm feeling pooling onto you. You leant back, drawing your neck into a crooked angle as you swiped your tongue wordlessly over the piercing on Bucky’s right nipple, metal providing a relief to the heat that your body was and had been swarmed with. “ Last chance you’re gonna have t taste her sweet cunt.”

“You do certainly have some faith in this one Barnes, but I do doubt that it will be the last instance in which i am todo so.” His silver tongue pried at your cum soaked flesh, drinking up all the essence that you had to offer, onshore the flavour that Bucky had brought to the table, i the form of a succulent drizzling of Snow White cum.

As Loki finishes swabbing his tongue over your cunt, Bucky adoringly kisses you, much sweeter than he has before. It was sort, and almost chaste, but his blue eyes roamed your face, delicately observing the high points of your face, that were covered with a sheen of great force making you as he would put it, glow.

The pair of you weer exhausted, there was still some swollen was to his lips from where he had sucked off Loki. His hands cradled you around your waist, his feet kicking Loki back as you whimpered from opaque sensitivity. “I guess that was you bidding me a dew.” Sneered the trickster, fishing for his clothes, as he spared you a spark filled glare, to which you ignored.

Once he was situated back into his attire, he left the sex scented room,a hollow smirk chapping his lips as he strutted th a purpose out into the hallway, taking a left instead of a right, and creeping into barnes’ studio to see what the man was working on in the midst of his enduring tour/ He was always the trickster, and nothing different was to ever be expected out of him.

“That was good.” You mumbled, rubbing your ode lovingly across the scruff that coated his jaw. His fingers made small circles upon your tummy, humming contently as he remained sheathed inside of you. He had to admit, he preferred it when it was just him, but his lonesome, sheathed within your walls, feeling the small trembles of your walls around him. It was practically heaven, and he would say so if he believed in such a place.

A deliberate knock ruined the moment, as the man entered,he quarrelled with himself where her to casually look in the direction of the pair of you or to avert his sight around, and blankly at the all. “What is it T’Challa?” Grumbled the man inside of you, quirking a thin brow at the timing of his presence.

“Loki; he managed to get into ur data, and he’s leaked a whole bunch of your music.” Of course, Loki would not come here to simply gloat, there was alas something extra up his green sleeve, and now it was revealed.

“Son of a bitch!” Bucky made a move to stand, but instead prohibited a whimper out of you as hi ships jutted angrily tip on instinct. “Get Odin on the phone, we’re going to have a little chat about his slippery hands son!” Barked Bucky, prepared t do anything to bring his greatest threat down, compiling him into the put of hate industry, until he was forgotten about, unable to ever produce new music again.

“Talk to Sif.” You whispered, becoming the image of his assistant once more, even if his cum lathered cock was prevailing within a rut of required stress relief, growing in the conjunction of your wall with his body guard there. “She loathes him, and rightfully so. He got her kicked out and she has dirt on him that nobody else has ever heard. If you want to take I’m down, she is your in.”

The strict tone grammatically supported by your logical information was definitely turning Bucky on again. He could handle you more than fine without Loki’s aid, he was just a means to an end, as it was clearly shown in his priorities.

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Mischa’s cdrama reviews and ratings 1.0

After my moderately succesful kdrama ratings 1.0 and my rather unsuccessful kdrama ratings 2.0, I decided to raise even less interest in my reviews for some Chinese dramas.

Like with the kdrama ratings, I’ll always do 10 at a time. These followings ratings should be of some of my first cdrama watches and include:

Dramas in ancient setting -- The Untamed (2019)・Legend of Fei (2020/21)・Word of Honor (2021)・The Romance of Tiger and Rose (2020)・The Legends (2019)・General’s Lady (2020)

Dramas in modern setting -- Our Glamorous Time (2018)・Please Classmate (2021)・Please Feel at Ease, Mr. Ling! (2021)・Love O2O (2016)

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The ratings will go from WORST TO BEST.

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10) 一不小心捡到爱 Please feel at ease, Mr. Ling! (2021) -- Rating: 1.0 of 5.0 stars. As this was Zhao Lusi’s first drama on air after I watched The Romance of Tiger and Rose - and became a fan of her - I decided to give this one a chance. Now, let me first explain that modern Chinese dramas aren’t actually very much made for me in general. I come from LatAM telenovelas, and they have many terrible ones but also some very good ones I love beyond. However, Chinese dramas work with a lot of telenovela tropes and storywriting that I do NOT enjoy. I often open some modern Chinese dramas and I immediately see some clichés and tropes that I don’t get behind or that straight-up bore me. This show didn’t sound that good from the start, but when I started it, I tried to feel neutral about it as I just wanted to enjoy Zhao Lusi. It started out... alright-ish. Sorta funny. For like 4 episodes or so. However, everything that followed was utterly boring and unnecessary, and OH MY GOD, I hated the ML so much. Aside from the fact that he was possessive and overly unhealthily jealous, the show never pointed out how terrible his behaviour was. He seemed to get only worse each episode and she literally forgave him everything so quickly. The power imbalance in their relationship also was dealt with in bad ways and never addressed in the way that he actually started to understand that many of the things he was doing were downright manipulative and unhealthy. The messages the show sent therefore were very questionable. Directing wasn’t outstanding nor was the cinematography. I have nothing good to say about this drama to be honest. PLEASE skip it. Even if you enjoy Chinese modern dramas or telenovela storytelling, trust me, there’s still more intriguing ones out there - like the next one. Just as terrible but OMG, so terrible that it’s intriguing!

Positive: Zhao Lusi. The only reason why this show gets any kind of points. Negative: Everything aside from Zhao Lusi.

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9) 你和我的倾城时光 Our Glamorous Time (2018) -- Rating: 2.3 of 5.0 stars. Look, I’m telling you, I watched a lot of telenovelas in my life. Few are good; some are incredibly bad BUT STILL terrifyingly intriguing. Because there’s so many betrayals and secrets and stuff to unfold and really terrible characters and cheesy heterosexuals that sometimes will make you feel the worst kind of second-hand embarrassment. Now, this one - this one is all of those things. I started it because I fell in love with Zhao Liying on Legend of Fei. This show here also made me fall in love with Jin Han. However, it so UTTERLY TERRIBLE. Military propaganda, too. The worst kind of it tbh. The stories are totally unbelievable, everything is melodramatic, the voice of Zhao Liying’s character on here is so fricking high you kinda wanna strangle yourself. AND YET, you just wanna continue watching. I am incapable of rating this properly. I can just assure you - this show is terrible but it’s terrible enough to almost be good.

Positive: Zhao Liying. Jin Han. Terribly intriguing. Negative: it’s really terrible, mostly because it’s just terrible but also because it’s military propaganda.

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8) 微微一笑很倾城 Love O2O (2016) -- Rating: 2.7 of 5.0 stars. Love O2O I stumbled across somewhere randomly - or maybe I stumbled upon it because I was and am still waiting for Who Rules The World - an upcoming cdrama starring Zhao Lusi and Yang Yang. This one is the only gaming show I’ve watched so far, in which I actively enjoyed the gaming sequences. They put a lot of work and effort into it and I love it beyond compare. You Are My Glory or Falling Into Your Smile can’t compete in that area - Love O2O is THE gaming show with beautiful, stunning visuals. The FL and her group of friends can be summed up as cute and inoffensive - but quite shy and passive, which is the show’s biggest flaw: its treatment of female characters and specifically their female lead. We know Wei Wei is really intelligent and smart - so how does she end up being a mere secretary to the ML? And not being mad about it? The show, from the start, develops a pretty unhealthy power imbalance in their relationship - despite Wei Wei being a bit snarky, sassy and overly intelligent. She COULD be a strong FL who takes no shit - but she isn’t. And as a woman, watching this show feels with each episode more frustrating because Wei Wei is reduced to a simple pretty girl who happens to be the support system for the ML. Not to even mention the rather unhealthy stalking storyline that is going on to set up their relationship. Yang Yang appears to always sort of go for similar roles, I don’t mind watching him but he’s surely not the strongest actor out there. Unfortunately, you can notice that precisely when you look at his friends group, which includes Zheng Ye Cheng and Niu Jun Feng - two actors who are much more talented than Yang Yang is as they are capable of showing a wider range of emotions. Eventually, Yang Yang falls flat compared to his co-stars. And the roles he goes for are never truly remarkable, so he kind of sticks to a comfort zone of acting that I don’t mind but also don’t perceive as memorable. The show has some side characters’ storylines going on that I couldn’t care about less. The exception being the censored gay storyline. I honestly don’t recall how this show ended or if there were any particularly outstanding scenes or storylines. However, I will forever remember this drama for its beautiful, stunning gaming visuals.

Positive: mostly a strong cast, very stunning visuals. Negative: very slow-paced, questionable writing and development of female characters, really nothing memorable aside from the visuals.

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7) 陈情令 The Untamed (2019) -- Rating: 4.1 of 5.0 stars. The Untamed was my first cdrama and therefore carries a special place in my heart - the fact that it only ends up being 7th on this list is devastating tbh. But as much as I loved it, I also had some huge issues with it. As you may be able to tell from the reviews you read so far, I get very upset when I feel like female characters are treated wrongly. Well. In The Untamed, that’s not even debatable. Women are reduced to mother and sister figures; if they don’t fit into these categories, they’re written off or made to be fit (alas Mianmian who suffered both of these fates). All female characters are either written as pure evil or as damsels in distresses. And even when they’re not - Mianmian or Wen Qing - they’re written off or killed off. There is not a SINGLE woman on this show with whose end I ended up satisfied with. And don’t get me started that the final resolution is all about men. Men, men, men, more men, men, men, men. Like. This show REALLY hates women and that’s a fact. So if you can’t bear that, don’t watch it. It is really frustrating. However, there’s also good parts. I do adore, for most part, the show’s pacing and it’s fascinating fantasy setting. It actually feels like a whole new world, something so many fantasy shows and movies fail at achieving. But this feels like an actual world - like the magic world on Harry Potter feels real or the world of Tolkien. You are sucked into it, you are curious about the things you can encounter in such a world - it is very beautiful. There’s so many secrets and unknown things and if you know nothing, like I didn’t know anything, when you start watching, you’ll spend the first two episodes not understanding a SINGLE THING. Nothing makes sense even though there’s so many hidden things you will later understand - and if you ever get around to rewatch it, it is fascinating to put all the puzzle pieces together and understand the show. There is a character you’ll be intrigued by, there’s characters you will hate, you will move through this world as Wei Ying does mostly and you’ll be intrigued by the things and characters and dynamics you encounter. In that aspect, the show is wonderful. It makes you curious about the world and its inhabitants, and you just wanna discover all of it. Too bad, however, that the CGI is often terrible and the parts, in which you are supposed to encounter fascinating creatures or sceneries, maybe you’ll do a big yare yare when you see how fake some things look. As for worldbuilding, I think this show outlasts every other cdrama I watched. So this is an utter must-watch for every fantasy/xianxia fan! And, obviously, I am a fan of Wangxian! I have to mention them. They’re subtly yet nicely put into the show and you’ll always be on your edge to see new scenes of them. Personally, I enjoyed the later episodes, so present time, more than past time but I couldn’t stop missing my now dead girls. Yi City storyline is my fave, presumably, mostly because there’s Wangxian and the Juniors (my Sizhui and my baby brat) and that’s always a delight, even when they’re in a life-threatening situation. I loved some of the plot twists the show provided, but my really most beloved one is when you realize who pulled all the strings; who’s behind all of it; who played each and every character in this story. Amazing. What I would probably, lastly, criticize is how damn long the end is. Like separation, reunion, separation, reunion, separation, ... It feels too long and dragged out, as if the writers didn’t really know how to put an end to this story. It’s a nice ending, it just feels way too long. All in all, definitely worth a watch if you love worldbuilding and fantasy. Skip it if you can’t handle terrible treatment of female characters.

Positive: the pacing, the worldbuilding, its original characters and dynamics, the Juniors... and Nie Huaisang - those of you who watched will know why... Love Wang Yibo, too, okay. He’s a great actor and should be mentioned. Negative: the treatment of each and every woman, the CGI sometimes, the veeeeery long end, the fandom can be pretty terrible btw, idk, they also hate women and love Jiang Cheng and like... no.

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6) 山河令 Word of Honor (2021) -- Rating: 4.2 of 5.0 stars. Following the BL hype in ancient dramas, it was obvious I couldn’t miss this one. I live-watched it, for the most part. That was my downfall. Spoilers about a certain death ahead, I’m sorry but I just have to address it. If you don’t wanna know any spoilers as you don’t know whose death I’m referring to, skip this. But I guess, it’s impossible to not know about this death if you have seen this show somewhere on Tumblr. Anyway... Gu Xiang. My love. My soul. My pretty little murder kitty. HOW COULD SHE DIE???????????????????? THE DEVASTATION WHEN WATCHING HER DEATH?????? I DO NOT.... PROCESS. And yes, I don’t care. I definitely robbed this show -0,7 points just for her death. All other critical things are -0,1. But her death alone makes this entire show so much worse. And like... not just because I loved her. But because her death is literally pointless. Yes, I know, her husband dies, too. I loved him, mourned him too, but SHE. What was the point in killing her off this late? The two important ladies who died on The Untamed... I hated it but, at least, there was a point to it. Wei Ying wouldn’t have jumped off that cliff if these girls hadn’t died. I hate when women’s deaths are used for story development and/or male pain but AT LEAST, their deaths had some sort of purpose for the development of the show. Gu Xiang’s deaths had NOT. She was the sister/daughter to Wen Kexing. Wen Kexing who just decided to go for a better, a happier path in his life than he did so far, and you rob him off the one person who kept him sort of sane for all these years. She was his anchor to humanity, IT MADE NO SENSE STORYWISE TO KILL HER OFF. IT WAS POINTLESS TO KILL HER OFF THIS LATE. Honestly, all I wanted then was for him to return to his old ways and kill everyone responsible for her death mercilessly. I hate whoever decided her death had any sort of point. Her death was just for shock value; and so was Cao Wei Ning’s death. These two still half-teenagers didn’t deserve death and were supposed to live a happy life - and that’s why they were killed off because it’s utterly cruel and pointless. I will never forget that scene, in which Cao Wei Ning told her he had a dream he died and waited for her by the bridge. And unlike his expectation, she came there too soon after him. HOW. FRICKING. CRUEL. Yes, leave me alone, I hate everyone who made me go through these emotions. Now... let me point out some other parts of the show that were more lovely. Wenzhou. Wenzhou is utterly wonderful. They’re much more obvious and domestic than Wangxian and it’s such a delight to watch these two pretty problematic people bickering and falling in love. Furthermore, that found family trope the show knows how to use. I utterly adore that bond between Wen Kexing and Gu Xiang; how wonderful when you find some sort of sister/daughter who becomes your anchor to humanity, your most annoying company that you would protect and die for. Personally, I’m also much more of a fan of shorter rather than longer shows. 40+ episodes per show are always too long, even on The Untamed or Fei, there’s so many episodes, in which it feels like nothing happens. Word of Honor only has 36 episodes and, therefore, there’s barely any filler storylines. It just works better. The worldbuilding is not as good as on The Untamed, but I’d say Word of Honor makes up for it by featuring more comedic parts and more likable characters as well as many more interesting female characters. They’re not all reduced to being lovers, mothers or sisters or daughters, they’re a lot more than that and they’re just as morally questionable as our leading males. And there’s Ye Baiyi. The Untamed doesn’t have a Ye Baiyi. And every show who doesn’t have a Ye Baiyi is automatically lacking something. He is INCREDIBLE. His banter with Wen Kexing is EVERYTHING. He’s some lost immortal behaving like a 13yo brat, wearing white, being judgmental af and missing his old friends whom have all already died. Honestly, he’s the best. Aside from that, Word of Honor is also just so nice because you can tell that the people who made this show put so much love and work and effort into it. It’s low-budget but there’s so many nice things - poetry and an unfolding found family dynamic and domesticity and romanticism, beautiful scenery and nice cinematography. It’s clearly made with so much love and that’s how it wins easily over high-budget productions - even though, the CGI really sucks.

Positive: the acting is top notch, likeable characters, gu xiang, ye baiyi, wen kexing, how beautifully everything is made and put together. Negative: a certain death, a certain other death and like... the CGI, but that’s due to being a low-budget drama.

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5) 将军家的小娘子 General’s Lady (2020) -- Rating: 4.2 of 5.0 stars. Let me start by saying - yes, this is a drama in an ancient setting, but it’s utterly romance. There is not a real plot going on aside from romance and if you’re not into seeing a show that is 99% heterosexual romance, I can already tell you - skip it! It’s not a fantasy show, it doesn’t care about worldbuilding. It’s a show for hopeless romantics. And at that, it is beyond amazing. It simply starts with the fact that it has two very pretty people as leads. But like... not just pretty. But like, beyond pretty. Tang Min and Caesar Wu are just WOW, and together, they just look incredible, that’s a fact. Now, is that enough for me to like a show? No. When I want pretty things, I don’t just want pretty people, then I also want aesthetics. A show that is purely about romance MUST have beautiful, beautiful cinematography. You know, those kind of scenes you watch and you immediately think - wow, I want gifs of that and that and that. And that’s what the show is so fricking good at. Basically, every scene you watch, you want to gif. Every scene is so exceptionally pretty, but natural. Like you can clearly tell that this is no CGI, but that those settings are real settings. There’s nature, so much nature, so many pretty colors, and it’s all so natural and beautifully put together that you can’t do anything but fall in love with this show. The plot is simple and inoffensive; this show is rather an exploration of how people grow to love and care about each other and how they must work together to make a relationship last. It’s about something as simple as a couple growing to understand each other’s needs and wants in a very domestic setting. It explores the character of a lively, curious woman who loves her husband but who also wants more out of life - and starts her own business, with her husband supporting her. It also explores the character of a charming, yet pretty deadly man whose heart is melted by a woman and who proves over and over again that he’d do anything for her and support her in any of her dreams, even if they go against traditional rules. Yes, I will always love male characters who are cold and dead inside until they meet the love of their life and then melt. Don’t come at me, I’m a romantic. The side characters are lovely and funny, there is no division of “good” and “evil”, but rather, this show is an exploration of romanticism, of nature, of feelings, of relationships, of friendships. The transition to real, modern life in the end is beautifully done and leaves speculation open for the audience. If you are searching for a very pretty show that is beautiful and inoffensive with lively characters and an amazing chemistry between the leads, this is your drama!

Positive: chemistry between caesar wu & tang min, the cinematography, the beautiful development of a healthy couple working on their relationship, the directing is just really awesome. Negative: the show is as inoffensive as it can possibly get. make of that what you want.

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4) 有翡 Legend of Fei (2020/21) -- Rating: 4.3 of 5.0 stars. For me, this kind of story is similar to Word of Honor and The Untamed. Mostly wuxia with some xianxia added, I assume. They all go into the same category; there’s similar elements - but also, I watched them all around the same time, which was around January to May 2021. The reason why Fei ends up higher than the other two is quite obvious if you have read my reviews - it’s the treatment of women. While The Untamed hates women, Word of Honor is more or less neutral about them. But You Fei... LOVES women. And that is just so fricking obvious. There’s many and they’re all allowed to be their own people. If it’s Fei’s mom, if it’s A’yan or Chuchu, if it’s Fei’s aunt or any of the female villains, or just Fei herself. They’re all much more than love interests or daughters or mothers or sisters. They can be violent, snarky, sassy, dumb, intelligent, self-absorbed, selfless, arrogant, kind. Like best example: A’yan is kidnapped by a himbo who wants to fight Fei. What does A’yan do? First, she cries. Then she realizes, she’s getting a lot of food and is treated like a queen, so she complains to everyone about how unfairly she is treated - and when Fei wants to rescue her? She refuses and says she’s staying. Then she manipulates the himbo into getting her good enough in the middle of the night. Following episodes, she’s talking to snakes and telling people to leave her alone... while also trying to hug Fei sometimes who REALLY hates hugs. She is such a WONDERFUL delight. Such a mess. And the show just rolls with that. All the dynamics and relationships between the found family (that is constantly separated) is fun and lovely to watch. For most part, this show just is a joy to watch. And I can’t even stress enough how much I love and adore Fei. Badass sword-fighting girl who is a bit arrogant and a bit annoyed, and like... very in love with this intelligent boy who drank some respect women juice because - OH MY GOD, he’s my absolute favorite male character. This show is 80% about women being awesome and 20% Xie Yun being a whipped husband. As for the parts I’d criticize about this show is, well, a) it’s too long as every 40+ episodes drama is too long, and b) some storylines are so really, really boring. And by some, I actually am to 95% referring to whatever is going on with Yin Pei. Some other things could have also been cut shorter (duh, that’s why less episodes would have been more sufficient), but the story surrounding Yin Pei is just... boring. I still don’t see the relevance of most of his scenes. Other than that, I’d claim the CGI to be better than on The Untamed and Word of Honor, but the worldbuilding isn’t as good as The Untamed. You get into it, but you’re not as curious as you are about the world of The Untamed. In general, however, I just was delighted by this drama due to its wonderful female characters, some utterly shattering scenes (that scene in the forest with Yunfei in episode 31...........), and the beautiful dynamics about the 6 young adults we mostly follow around. There’s also some nice scenery and some very emancipating dialogues. Not to mention, the cast is A+. All of them, even though, ofc, Zhao Liying and Wang Yibo are a super combination! All in all? A must-watch for everyone who loves fantasy and women.

Positive: treatment of female characters, A’FEI!!, A’YAN!!!, CHUCHU!!!, YUN!!!!, YUNFEI!!!!, A+ casting, Wang YIbo and Zhao Liying (as they are just two of my fave actors out there), the found family dynamics, really... this is such a feel-good wuxia show! Negative: it’s too long and drags out some uninteresting storylines no one wants to see.

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3) 拜托了班长 Please Classmate (2021) -- Rating: 4.4 of 5.0 stars. Okay, so you may have noticed - me and modern cdramas are still not really friends. I have a lot of critical points about modern cdramas for many reasons. Please Classmate is the one exception (there’s another but that one is modern fantasy and you will read about that in my upcoming reviews - won’t spoil that now). However - this one is just really, really nice. I think, it’s the fact that it has some sort melancholy, it feels like a 90s show somehow and its teenage characters are indeed teenagers - dumb and dumber and the dumbest and very dumb and stupid and pure, very, very, very pure and delightful and a bit crazy. So, you see, it just WORKS. There’s friendships, beautiful, pure friendships, and a lot of loyalty, of craziness, of first love, of annoying parents, of dreams and inspirations, of fears and worries. This show is focusing on how important it is to have some people who support you, who are close to you and are capable of helping you when you need it. It has messages on teenagers being allowed to be teenagers, it has an intelligent, lovely FL who has her dreams and needs and is a bit competitive, but who’s also a good friend and loves her fam a lot. There’s no large sob story, there’s no overdramatic almost death scene, there’s no melodrama romance - this is just a beautiful insight into the lives of teenagers who are dumb and cute and pure and try to find their place in life. Combined with a melancholic vibe and nice directing. And all together makes it a very beautiful, wonderful show.

Positive: the melancholic vibe; the purity and stupidity you can find in youth. Negative: I’m trying to think why I can’t give this 5 of 5 stars and I think the reason is that I guess here and there some more memorable cinematography wouldn’t have hurt. It isn’t bad. It’s just not memorable; the ending plot of her worrying about her health is such an AH RE (excuse the argentine).

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2) 招摇 Zhaoyao or The Legends (2019) -- Rating: 4.6 of 5.0 stars. This show has one problem. And it’s a tragedy that this had to become a problem because everything about this show was supposed to be perfect. Until it was decided that the show should have many more episodes than originally intended. And that is a huge problem. Let me start - this is xianxia at its finest, with a little bit wuxia added on top. But mostly, it’s xianxia. It’s about a woman, born with demon essence, who takes revenge on all those who pretend to be good and call themselves heroes. She saves and takes in lost souls who have been treated terribly by a system that throws out anyone who is too weak. She builds a clan and becomes one of the most feared people to exist on earth. An accident happens and she “dies” - apparently, by the hands of a guy she once saved. A demon. 5 years later, she is awakened and swears to take revenge on him. Now, you may see it coming - that guy is a demon, but not personality-wise. He’s a puppy - and blames himself for the accident that made the love of his life die. Funnily, as she awakes, she has changed her appearance, allowing her to enter her old clan and get close to the demon guy she wants to kill. Problem is, she has lost some of her fighting capabilities and needs to regain them to beat him. So she goes to take the demon guy as her master - to kill him, eventually. So far, so good. At some point, he catches up and realizes who she is. Does he try to stop her from killing him? No, he accepts. He doesn’t care about his own life and only wants her to be well and alive. And that is how the story continues. Now, obviously, everyone sees it coming, she falls for him. And obviously, she stops wanting to kill him at some point. The original intention was that this would happen at around 2/3 of the show. The rest 1/3 would be spent on beating the so-called “heroes” who are all terrible people, actually. Aside from this main story, there’s a nice f/f friendship involving the main girl and the girl she borrowed the face from. Wonderfully executed, very nicely written. Now here comes the problem - suddenly, the supposedly 36-episodes show was extended to a 50+ episodes show. And the whole story that was so exceptionally well executed had to be extended. The episodes starting like 30-50 have SO MANY SIDE CHARACTERS AND SIDE SHIPS that are really, really, really not important to the main story. They weren’t deemed important before the 30s episodes. They were there and were included in the story when it was required of them to interact with the main characters. However, later on, they take on MUCH more prominent roles to drag the show. It’s RIDICULOUS how obvious it is that their stories weren’t originally intended to be explored. Instead, we have to explore 1,2,3,4,5,... side characters’ stories that you really have no interest in watching, even though you did like the characters as extras, but you’re really not that into them to see their whole sob story. We also LITERALLY repeat the killing off the “heroes” because the really bad guy that you wanna see dead has magically awoken again. You see? It’s repetitive and it’s so utterly obvious that this was only due to the extension of episodes that the writers never wanted. Everything about this show was supposed to be 100% perfect. I literally see no flaw in the main story. Directing, cinematography, pacing, story development, character development, relationship development, character writing, CGI, THE CASTING (I mean, it’s Bai Lu and Xu Kai, that’s top class of acting) - everything is utterly perfect. And they only f*ck it over because they gave the show more episodes. It’s frustrating. The show is still worth watching - trust me! You can totally skip over the side storylines, they don’t matter. What matters are Zhaoyao, Chenlan, Zhiyan and Jiang Wu. Zhaoyao and Chenlan’s ending I won’t spoil for you. As for Zhiyan, her ending is perfect! The shy, passive, little girl turns into a lioness leader. Love her SO much. And Jiang Wu eventually realizes there’s no place for him in this world - and acts accordingly. This show has gotten me more than I could have EVER assumed and I’m so mad that this show only cannot receive 5 stars from me because someone decided to add 20 episodes that really weren’t necessary.

Positive: Everything. Characters. Dynamics. Story. Directing. Cinematography. Development. EVERYTHING. Negative: THE EPISODE EXTENSION TO 50+ EPISODES.

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1) 传闻中的陈芊芊 The Romance of Tiger and Rose (2020) -- Rating: 5.0 of 5.0 stars. This show has the key to every high-rated cdrama: 24 episodes. That is one of the most important rules cdramas should generally understand: 24 episodes will always be automatically better. That’s how kdramas are always automatically better if they have 12 instead of 16 - or let alone 20 - episodes. Tiger and Rose is a fast-paced drama that just really knows how to execute its perfect story. The directing is always on point, there’s not a single dialogue that feels irrelevant or out of place, everything is perfectly executed. The chemistry between Ding Yuxi and Zhao Lusi is beyond - and you just love watching them manipulate and loving each other. The show works with the fact that the original story - written by the FL - is a mess of clichés found in cdramas - for those of you who have watched Goodbye My Princess, I’m certainy you know what I’m talking about. TROTAR takes those clichés and makes fun of them, exploring them ad absurdum. It is beyond perfection. There is nothing I could nor would change about this drama. There’s plot twists, there’s comedy, there’s feminism, there’s the deconstruction of feminism  - in a very intelligent, amazing way, pointing out what feminism is about: equality, there’s tragedy, there’s drama, the drama is making fun of itself, the acting is A+, the characters are all memorable. There is NOTHING to criticize about this show.

Positive: Everything. Negative: -

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From The Stars, Part 9

Summary: Kira moved out of town for isolation and peace and quiet. But that quickly gets turned on its head when a spaceship crash lands not far from her house and a strange creature decides she's its new queen. Luck had never been on Kira's side, but things are going to get a lot worse for her as she's forced into this new role and everything her new alien subject thinks it entails.

Warnings: Lying, shady parents, some hinted at violence at the end.

Authors Note: Again, this has been up on my Ao3 since like February. Link is in my masterlist if you prefer to follow there and get updates sooner. There’s going to be only a couple more parts to this one however, so might not even matter. 

MASTERLIST

Kira watches the SUV roll down the hill and into the lake. It’s cloudy, the moon and stars covered, bathing the trees in darkness. Kira’s only light is from the flashlight in her hand, aimed at the SUV currently sinking in the lake. She won’t move until it’s gone under completely, not wanting anyone to see what’s happening.

Two months ago if you had told her she would be standing in the woods in the middle of the night sinking a federal agent’s SUV in the lake to cover up their murder by her alien babies, she would have thought you were insane. But now she felt nothing. Her babies needed to eat and it was just unfortunate that the Feds happened to be the first to show up.

Kira waits until the bubbles have stopped before turning, making her way up the hill and back to the road. It’s a bit of a hike back to her house, the air cold enough she can see her breath fog in front of her. Her mind goes to her children and if they’re warm enough in the barn. Her alien hadn’t shown any signs of minding the cold, but her children were obviously different than him, and she can’t help but wonder if they can tell the temperature difference.

She feels a sense of urgency as she gets closer to her house, hating being apart from her family. They were her family now. Her children, their father. She doesn’t understand the relationship between them, she doesn’t even know if it’s biologically possible for her to love an alien. Humans could feel emotions towards animals, inanimate objects. Emotions including love. Who’s to say it’s not possible to feel the same for an alien lifeform she has no communication with who had forcibly impregnated her with his eggs. Maybe it’s only the oxytocin talking, the immediate motherly instinct she had felt over her babies that was drawing her closer to her alien. Or maybe it was because around him, she felt safe.  

Kira opens the door to her barn when she returns to her property, quickly closing it behind her as her babies run up to her. They’re hip-height now, growing faster than she thought possible. All eight of them surround her, bumping her gently with their heads. She smiles down at them, patting them each on their smooth heads. They let out content little cries, warming Kira’s heart. Her alien approaches her, nudging her gently with his own head. She gently strokes its elongated head, leaning against him.

Her eyes drift closed, her brain buzzing with energy. She focuses on it more and finds she can see with her eyes closed. The barn looks distorted like she’s seeing out of a fish-eye lens. The colors are darker, not quite as vibrant with her own eyes, but she can hear every small sound wave bouncing off the walls. She can hear something speaking, not words but a sort of idea in her mind. She can feel her eight babies around her, all of them like strings connected to her mind.

She wants to lose herself in the sensations, bury herself in them, and never come out, but her phone vibrating in her pocket snaps her out of it. She pulls away from her alien, her brain reeling for a moment before she centers herself back on Earth.

“I have to take this. I’ll be back.” She says, backing away from her babies and her alien.

She leaves them in the barn, heading back towards her house. She looks at her phone. She doesn’t want to answer, but she knows she has to.

“Hello?”

“Kira? God, I thought something had happened to you! I was going to come and check on you but...you sounded so sick when we talked last and then you weren’t answering.”

Kira feels a pang of guilt in her chest. “I’m sorry, dad. I was on some heavy meds. It was some kind of viral thing. Wiped me out for a few days. I didn’t even think to look at my phone. I’m doing better now though.”

“That’s good. That’s...really good.”

“Do you want to come over? Catch up a little?”

“Yes. That would be great.”

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Kira sets the cups of coffee on the kitchen table before taking a seat. Her dad looks old. Older than the last time she saw him. He’s had something on his mind. She can tell by how messy his hair looks. He would always run his fingers through his hair repeatedly when he was thinking hard. Her mother used to joke he’d go bald from doing it one day. Now that she looked at him, Kira can see his hair is thinning. There are dark circles under his eyes and he looks about as bad as she does, but she doesn't think he birthed alien eggs days ago.

“Kira...I’ve had a lot on my mind recently. About you. About this place.”

Kira sips her coffee. It’s scalding but she can’t bring herself to care. She hums in response, letting him continue.

He runs his finger in a circle around the rim of the cup. It’s an old habit. It means bad news. “You’re all alone out here. I shouldn’t have left you out here by yourself. But...your mother...I just couldn’t...”

Kira reaches out, putting a hand over his. It feels strange to her, to touch human skin again. She almost doesn’t like it. “It’s okay. I know.”

Her dad stares into her eyes for a moment, taking her in. “There’s so much she wanted to tell you. She begged me to tell you, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t face the truth. I didn’t know how to tell you. I wasn’t sure you’d believe me.”

Kira frowns, her stomach churning. She doesn't like his words. “Dad...what are you talking about?”

He sighs, taking a long drink of his coffee, staring out the back door. “I remember it like it was yesterday. Right out there. Where the roses are. It used to be hydrangeas before...before you arrived.” He runs a hand over his face. “God, I should have told you this years ago Kira...”

“Dad...you’re scaring me.” Kira’s hands are shaking as she sets her coffee cup down.

Her dad turns back to look at her, holding her gaze. “You’re not ours.”

Kira’s body goes cold at his words, a strange feeling running through her. Her whole life she’d been told they were her parents. This was her dad sitting across from her. And now...

“W-What?” She pulls her hands into her lap, squeezing them into fists to stop them from shaking.

“We don’t know where you came from. Well...we sort of knew...” Her dad glances back out at the garden before looking at her again. “Kira...you fell from the sky.”

Kira can’t say anything. None of it was making sense. Her brain was buzzing, churning, his words seeming like a foreign language. Thankfully he doesn’t wait for her to respond.

“It happened almost twenty years ago. It was almost dark. Your mother was outside planting tulips on the other side of the garden. I was making dinner. Grilling, like I used to. Everything was quiet like it gets out here, but then...the sky exploded. Blew the windows out, it was so loud. Came down in a ball of fire right into your mother’s hydrangeas. I thought it was the end of the world for a moment, but then...your mother was always so quick to act. Put the fire out with the garden hose. I thought it was some kind of meteor, but once the flames died, I could see what it was. It was...some sort of space pod. We tried and tried to get it open, see inside. Eventually, we managed to pry it open and inside...You couldn’t have been more than four years old. Teary-eyed and sucking your thumb. You looked so human.”

He runs a hand down his face. Kira can see the tears in his eyes.

“The feds were on us almost immediately. I wanted to turn you over to them, but your mother refused. She knew what would happen to you if we did. So we hid you. Made up some bullshit story. The feds didn’t believe us, but we were insistent.”

Kira’s mind begins to work at high speed. The visits from the feds suddenly didn’t seem so strange anymore.

“You were so human in every way. Almost every way. You never got sick. Kids always got sick but you never did. You could bend metal with your bare hands and you could hear things miles away. Your mother taught you to control it. She was better at that than I was. I made it my job to make you feel as normal as possible. She dealt with all the...strangeness. That’s why when you told me you were sick...I knew something had to be wrong. Something was going on. You’ve never been sick before.”

Kira clenches her fists tighter, taking in her father’s words. She had arrived on Earth in a spaceship? She supposedly had superpowers? He was right in one thing...she had never been sick before. She just thought it was a good immune system. But apparently, it was something else. Something more.

“Kira...please say something.”

“I don’t...” Kira bites her lip, breathing deeply. “You expect me to believe that? That I fell out of the sky in a spaceship and...I’m supposed to be what, Superman?”

“No, it’s...” Her dad sighs, looking down at his coffee. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me. I wanted your mother to tell you from the beginning but...she thought it would be best...if you thought you were normal...”

Kira stands from the table, unable to sit anymore. “Bullshit. I call bullshit.” She makes her way to the back door, looking out at the roses. The place she supposedly crash-landed on Earth. “You had an affair, didn’t you? I was never my mother’s child and you couldn’t live with that so you made up some bullshit story to hide it! That’s why you couldn’t stay!”

“Kira, you know I would never have...”

“I don’t know anything anymore.” She clenches her fists again, glaring at him. “I don’t know what’s more unbelievable. The story that might be true or that you would spew some bullshit to try and hide something else you did to fuck up.”

“Kira, I loved your mother!” Her father stands from the table, knocking over the chair. “I loved her more than anything. But we couldn’t...” He takes a deep breath. “We tried. We tried so many times. She wanted so badly...but we couldn’t. Then you fell out of the sky like an answer to our prayers.”

Kira feels tears prick behind her eyes. The story is starting to sound not so fake the more she thinks about it. She had an alien hiding in her barn with her babies she had birthed after mating with him. An alien that had crashed to Earth and found her and chosen her. If she was also an alien...it would make her new reality not quite so strange anymore.

“Kira...I’m sorry...”

“I want you to leave.” She says, her voice shaking. She hates it. She turns back to face her dad. “Get out. Go home. Don’t come back here.”

Her father stares at her brokenly for a moment before grabbing his coat and heading towards the door. Kira stays where she is until she hears his car door shut before heading out to the barn. She’s shaking by the time she reaches the door, slipping inside quickly and closing the door.

She takes a few steps into the darkness before dropping to her knees, tears falling down her cheeks. She’s overwhelmed, not knowing what to believe or even what to think. If the story was true, then so much of what had happened made perfect sense. But if her dad was lying to her to cover up something else...either way he had lied to her. He had hidden the truth about her for her entire life. She feels anger bubble up inside her.

Her children are by her side in seconds, snuggling up to her. She reaches out to them, touching them, solidifying herself in reality. She should have died. She had carried eight eggs to term and birthed them. She had lost so much blood...too much blood. But here she was, mostly healthy with no medical help. She had never been sick a day in her life. She had managed to tame an alien simply with her presence. She had seen what he was capable of. He could have killed her instantly that night, but something about her had stopped him.

Maybe she was alien.

Kira is on her feet as soon as the barn door slides open. It hits the other side with a slam, the shadow of her father standing in the doorway. Her heart leaps to her throat, the buzzing of her babies loud in her ears.

“Kira...what the hell?”

“Dad...you should have just gone home.”

#xenomorph #alien #xenomorph x human #xenomorph x oc #from the stars

[illogicalpunkwrites]

What Water Gave Me

Hello everyone! This one is...interesting. I dunno, have fun! Thank you for reading and please let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Kirk!Reader

Rating: M (18+)

Warning: Sex pollen, smut, ABO dynamics, cursing, angst

Words: 4.4K

Tags: @bloodangelballerina @theweepingvulcan91

None of you found out about it until it was too late. Visiting a new planet was always exciting, especially when it was far different from Earth. None of the biologists knew what would happen when the crew drank the water until the first person started showing symptoms. That first person was none other than

your brother and the captain, Jim Kirk. He started behaving erratically, nearly pushing over other people to make sure Carol wasn’t messed with. She started to sweat and you hurried over to pull them away from each other. While you and Jim used to rough house in your younger days, you weren’t used to him actually trying to fight you. He got a couple of hits in, some of them really hurting you before you were able to gather yourself.

“Jim!” You yelped as he swung at you again, ducking just in time. You swept your leg out from under him, sending him to the ground so some members of your security team could hurriedly incapacitate him.

“No! Let him go!” Carol sobbed.

“Get Jim to his quarters and lock him in using the override!” You barked. You made a hysterical Carol sit down in the Captain’s chair and wiped her forehead. She started squirming in the seat and you kept trying to ask her questions, but she only called for Jim. Calling him…alpha?

“Uhura, call Bones and tell him what’s going on. Tell the same thing to Science Division.” You didn’t hear a response and looked over the top of the chair. “Nyota?” She was fanning herself, looking at Spock whose knuckles were blanched white as he gripped the console. “Sulu, can you leave your station for a minute and get Spock to his quarters? He might try to fight you but he seems okay right now.” He was the right person to ask. With what information you gathered, anyone who had any sort of partner was susceptible to what was going on. Luckily, his was back on Earth.

“What do you think’s going on?”

“I’m not sure, I’ll get those two back to their quarters and call medbay-”

“Sciences to Bridge.” The console beeped in and you sighed.

“This is Commander Kirk, report.” You demanded, already overwhelmed with what little you had dealt with in such a short amount of time.

“We’ve tested some samples from the planet and found something interesting. The water contains some sort of hormone that-“

“Drives people insane?”

“It establishes A/B/O dynamics within the population.”

“What the hell does that mean?” You asked incredulously.

“Alpha, Beta, and Omega dynamics, Commander.” Spock explained, his voice strained as Sulu led him to the elevator.

“No don’t take him!” Nyota got up to head towards the elevator but you jumped over to grab the back of her dress. “No! Alpha!” The doors closed and you let her go to nearly paw at them. Her dress was soaked through with sweat and a puddle of…something was forming underneath her.

“Medbay to bridge!” Leonard’s voice came through, sounding frustrated and tired.

“Bones, it’s (Y/N)! What’s going on?”

“I’ve got people trying to kill me down here on one side of the room and people crying on the other.”

“Are they all couples?”

“Most of them, their partners came and found them. I don’t think they liked me being near ‘em”

“We need to get everyone affected in their quarters, apparently the water establishes A/B/O dynamics.”

“My god.” He groaned. Normally, you would’ve laughed but you were highly stressed.

“I’ll send a security team down there to help out. Kirk out.” You explained before switching over to the ship wide intercom. “This is Security Commander Kirk, I need all personnel that drank water from Ni-bu to go to their private quarters immediately. If you do not follow orders you will be forcibly moved by security. I repeat, leave your stations and return to your quarters immediately.” You ended the call and grabbed Nyota and Carol. You got into the elevator and pulled out your communicator. “Kirk to Sciences division, please tell me there’s a cure for this thing.”

“We’ll have to go to K-7 for that, good thing is we’re not the only ones that have dealt with this. There was another planet like the one we were at that The Pegasus had to deal with.”

“Alright, I’ll tell Chek-“ You stopped and shook your head, knowing how flirtatious the Russian was. “I’ll get back up there and set the coordinates.” Pulling your friends along was like pulling two feisty Chihuahuas: they kept pulling away from you, kept yelping for their alphas, and at one point Carol actually bit you. Once that chore was done, you sprinted back up to the bridge to put in the coordinates and called for Sulu.

“Hikaru, you alright?”

“A little scraped up but I’m fine. Security’s doing a good job down here, some of your workers are affected by it though.”

“You think you can stay down there and help them out? I’m working on getting Bridge settled down.”

“You got it, but you owe me big time.”

“Next round’s on me when we get to K-7.” You chuckled before calling out. “Alright Chekov, let’s-“

“ENGINEERING TO BRIGE!” Jaylah screeched and your blood left your body. You had nearly forgotten about engineering. A large section of them went to Ni-bu to help fix some of the infrastructure and technology.

“Jaylah, are you alright?”

“Everyone down here is going crazy! Security is here but there is not nearly enough of them! I need help!”

“Where’s Scotty?”

“He went to go find Lieutenant Mira!” You groaned and grabbed Chekov by the back of his shirt while some other people from security grabbed most of the bridge.

“I’ll be down there as soon as I can, keep doing what you’re doing!”

XXXXXX

Hours later, the whole situation was defused with everyone who was affected locked in their rooms. Those who didn’t seem affected, the Betas, roamed around the halls like dead men walking. Sanitation swept and mopped the halls where puddles of “slick” had been left. You dragged your feet and nearly your entire body ached by the amount of times you had either been rammed into, hit, or bit by your crew mates. You saw Sulu and you gave each other a congratulatory hug.

“You owe me so much more than a round of drinks. This is not in my job description.” He mumbled, making you laugh.

“Thank you so much.” While most of your team had been okay, it had dwindled down severely by the time engineering was wrangled off. Scotty surprised you with how wily he was, giving you a run for your money. Thankfully, Jaylah helped you out and you threw him into his office.

Sulu pulled away and looked up and down at you, you had some cuts here and there and were bruised up. While it wasn’t the worst your body had faced, you’d still seen better days.

“Go to Medbay, Kirk. Your job is done for now and I’m sure McCoy could see a friendly face.” You smiled weakly and made your way down. When you came to the door it didn’t slide open so you knocked instead.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me! Lemme in!” After a few beeps on the PADD, the door slid open and you hurried in before it locked back behind you. You saw Leonard at his desk with a bottle of whiskey. His shirt was torn in some places and you could see the beginnings of a black eye. “Well, Doc, you look like you had an eventful day.” He snorted in response and poured you a glass.

“Please tell me we’ll get to K-7 soon.”

“We should be there by tomorrow morning. Sulu’s gonna get some rest before so he can get us in. I think the plan is for medbay to come to us to give us the hypospray.” You explained and took a large gulp, feeling the burn go down your throat. Leonard looked at the bruise on your jaw and you shrugged.

“It was Jim, nothing I can’t handle.”

“And the bites?”

“Carol, Scotty, and some others I can’t even remember.”

“Scotty bit you?”

“I had him in a choke hold.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “The female Alphas gave me a run for my money.”

“I think I can add this to the list of reasons why I hate space.” He finished up his drink and went to go grab a med kit to sterilize the wounds. You’d have to wait a couple of days to get the scars removed.

“Because it makes people unbelievably horny?” He laughed at that one, making you smile. “I’m glad that it wasn’t a free for all though, people were focused on either their partners or the people they’ve had a crush on.”

“My god I don’t even want to imagine what it would’ve been like if it’d been a free for all.”

“But I’m surprised, Len. You struck me as an Alpha.” You joked.

“I thought you’d be an Alpha.” He retorted. “You’re the one the one that fights everything.”

“I do not! I only fight when it’s needed!”

“Which is why you’re in here so often.” You finished off the whiskey and held out your left arm where one of the bites was. “You need to be more careful.”

“Hey, I didn’t know Carol would bite me!” You replied with a smile.

“I wonder why though? No one tried to bite me.”

“I’m the hotter one of the Kirk siblings?”

“Okay, I’m with you there.”

“I have to say, I like you a little roughed up. You look like an action hero.” He chuckled and knelt on the ground in front of you, antiseptic in hand.

You felt something when he touched you, something stirring within you. You tried to shake it off but you couldn’t as it grew. As he cleaned your wounds you could feel your body temperature rising and you became incredibly uncomfortable. As you looked at him you could see him tense up with his brows furrowing even more than they usually did and his grip on you tightening. You started squirming in your seat, your inner thighs becoming coated with something as you looked at Leonard. Oh god, was that slick? Once he was done with all of the open wounds he put his kit to the side shakily. You realized, even in your foggy state, he was trying to maintain composure. Your slick dripped down to the floor, making it hard for both of you to ignore. Now you realized what you both were and why neither of you had experienced symptoms all day. He was an Alpha, and you were his Omega.

“Leonard.” You whispered, nearly whined. He looked back at you and then to the bruise on your jaw. He brought his fingers to it and pressed on it gently, making you wince.

“You’re burning up.” He stated softly, his breathing picking up and voice gravelly. “You need to leave.”

When he said that, everything in your system freaked out. You leapt on him from the chair, wrapping your arms around his neck and straddling him. He caught you with his fingers against your ribs.

“Leonard, please.” You started kissing his neck, making his fingertips dig into you. He smelled so good, like something homey and warm with a splash of whiskey,  and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against his hard cock. He let out a stuttered moan, his composure melting away as he felt your unbelievably wet pussy against him. “Alpha!” You cried softly.

That’s when it snapped away, Leonard picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him. He hurried over to his private office and you two fell onto his little cot, his lips smashing into yours. You moaned and arched your body into his, wanting as much contact as possible. His tongue slid into your mouth as you kicked your boots off and worked on his shirt.

“Off.” You whimpered. He sat back away from you and pulled down the zipper on your dress before sliding it off of you. You pulled his shirt off and pulled him back to you as he worked on the clasp of your bra.

“Such a pretty little ‘mega.” He slurred before laving his tongue down your bruised jaw, pain not even resonating with you at this point. He dropped your bra to the side, kissing and nipping down your neck and collarbone. His tongue circled around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, kneading the other one with his hand. He was rougher than you thought he would be, teething at your pebbled nipple. You wondered if he was like this all the time. You rocked your hips up against him, wanting more than just that.

“Alpha, please!” You whined, making him chuckle. His hands drifted down the sides of your body to grip the elastic of your panties and pull them down your legs. He started pressing wet kisses down your stomach as his hands spread your legs to slot himself between them. You felt his breath against your pussy and you squirmed towards him, thighs enclosing around his head.

“God, you look-“ He didn’t even finish his sentence before burying his head in between your legs, his tongue circling your clit and tasting your slick. You arched your back and wove your fingers into his hair as an unruly moan escaped you. You felt your pussy growing even wetter and he groaned against you, the vibrations sending ripples through you. He sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it.

“Fuck! Alpha!” He looked up at you as you pulled his hair. “Please, need your cock, need your cock!”

You’d never begged like this before and you were sure you wouldn’t have if you weren’t in this state. He crawled back up your body and you pulled his head down to yours to kiss him, tasting yourself. Your hands shot down to his work pants and you palmed his straining cock, making him gasp into your mouth. You shakily undid the button and zipper before pulling them down and seeing his erection bob against his stomach. Your breathing got even heavier as he helped pull his pants off the rest of the way, his shoes thudding as they hit the ground. You leaned up to kiss and nip at his neck as you stroked his cock, trying to lead him to your pussy.

“Shit darlin’, Omega-“ He cut himself off with a grown and pulled your hand away, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing it against your pussy to coat it in slick. You needed more. You locked your legs around his waist and pulled him as close to you as you possibly could. “You ready, my Omega?”

“Please, Alpha.” You whispered as he kissed your forehead. Then you felt his cock enter you slowly, stretching you perfectly and making you keen against him. He breathed out loudly and slowly as he seated himself fully inside of you, your fingernails digging into his back. The both of you stayed just like that for a moment or two, foreheads against each other and breathing heavily. He leaned down to kiss you and you swore you had never felt so loved and protected. You started rocking your hips against his and he took the hint, rolling his hips back so that he was almost completely out of you before rutting back in. “Yes!”

“Feel so good, ‘mega” He slurred against you, starting a slow rhythm. But still you needed more. Your head lolled to the side, exposing your neck to him and he leaned down to suck your pulse point into his mouth. He started thrusting faster into you, hitting that spot inside of you that made you let out high pitched noises into his ear. His pubic bone rubbed against your clit deliciously and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You felt like you couldn’t even speak anymore as your pussy started tightening even more around him, making him quiver a little. He looked down at you and you brought your hands to his face and neck to caress him more as your body bounced with his thrusts.

“Close, Alpha.” You warned and he leaned down to kiss you. The coil in your lower belly tightened even more and one more perfectly angled thrust did you in, a puddle of slick soaking into the sheets as you felt tingling flood your body. You cried out into Leonard’s mouth as your entire body stiffened with the intensity of your orgasm. Leonard’s thrusts started becoming sloppy and his grip on your body tightened. As you rode your high, something in the back of your mind still wanted more.

“Cum inside me” His eyes widened before gripping your thighs to put your legs over his shoulder, leaning towards you so you were folded. You shrieked out and threw your head back at him suddenly being so unbelievably deep. His arms wrapped around you as you bit his tanned shoulder, making him gasp into your ear and his hips stuttered against yours. With one final deep thrust, you felt his hot cum coat your walls. You whimpered at your oversensitivity but finally felt satiated, almost complete in a way. His body went limp against yours but you didn’t loosen your grip, neither did he. Your fever went away and the slick seemed to have stopped, but you wanting him didn’t.

“Stay.”

XXXXXX

You knew it was early when you woke up, but you weren’t sure how much longer you had before you docked at K-7. You felt sore all over, sticky, and still beyond tired. However, your head was fairly clear and you weren’t feeling feverish. You looked behind you and saw Leonard still asleep with his arm around you. You felt your heart drop as you realized that the night before really did happen, it wasn’t some hormone ridden dream.

You’d always been attracted to Leonard, even if he was a bit neurotic (something you still adored about him). However, you wanted to respect Leonard as a friend, coworker, and best friend of Jim’s. You couldn’t imagine how Jim would feel if you and Leonard started dating. There was also always the dreaded what ifs. What if you two broke up? How would your friends and Jim deal with that? You were also in a high stakes job. What if you seriously got injured, or worse? What if he never even felt the same way?

Also, being completely overrun by foreign hormones was not how you want you two to get together anyway.

So, as you Kirks do, you decided to get out before more awkwardness could come or having to face the difficult consequences of your actions. Luckily, Leonard seemed to be a heavy sleeper but you could feel a fever beginning to creep on you again as his arm tried to tighten on you. You felt your heart ache as even the non-Omega part of you wanted to stay. But if you did, what happened wouldn’t be just between the two of you. Someone would walk in and know what had happened. You didn’t even bother putting on your underwear or shoes, just your red dress before unlocking the doors with his PADD and sneaking back to your quarters to lock yourself in. You were breathing harshly, the fever hitting you pretty hard, and you slid down your door to the ground.

“Computer, air conditioning at full capacity.” The fans whirred around you as you tried not to think of Leonard.

XXXXXX

Leonard woke up with a groan and stretched against his cot. He felt around his bed for you, but shot up when he didn’t find you. He looked around the room and saw that your underwear and boots were still in his room. He kind of wanted to laugh, thinking about how you probably bolted out of there. He thought you were probably embarrassed about the whole thing. A nagging part of his brain said it was probably because you regretted it entirely. He had always liked you, but for the sake of Jim he kept it more friendly and professional. Perhaps it was best to just forget about it. Better that than a repeat of another failed relationship.

“Dr. McCoy? This is Nurse Chapel from the K-7 research lab. We’re here to give you the hypospray.” He hurriedly put on his clothes and kicked your things under the cot before letting the nurse in.

XXXXXX

A couple of days later, you hurried to the bridge to return some reports of the events to Jim. You had avoided medbay like the plague and unbeknownst to you, a couple of friends took notice. As you handed the PADD to Jim, he looked at your healing jaw and cringed once again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, asshole, you say it every time you see me.” You chided playfully. He looked at the rest of the scars left on your body from the others and raised an eyebrow at you.

“You can probably get those taken care of, y’know?”

“I know, I just haven’t found the time with writing this shit up.” You replied and he chuckled, waving you away. You smoothed out your skirt and went to the elevator, but Sulu slid in before the doors closed.

“Oh hey! What’s up?”

“What’s up with you? You always get your scars fixed up and Uhura knows for a fact that you’ve had enough time.”

“Are you two gossiping behind my back?” You replied and he crossed his arms at his chest. “Maybe I want to keep the scars.”

“You want to keep scars in the shape of bite marks?” He replied flatly and you shrugged. The doors opened again and He grabbed your arm. “That’s it, I’m taking you to medbay.”

“No!” You panicked and pulled away from him.

“What in the world’s going on?” He asked incredulously, and you looked around. “Did something happen the day we went to Ni-bu?” You opened your mouth but quickly shut it.

“I’ll tell you what happened, just not here.”

“C’mon!” He pulled you into a nearby closet and locked the door behind him. You paced what little you could in the space and he sighed. “Would you just tell me?”

“I thought I was okay. I didn’t have any of the symptoms so I thought I was a Beta. After everything settled down I went to medbay like you told me to get my cuts cleaned up.” Sulu quickly put two and two together, especially after days of suspicion.

“You weren’t a Beta and neither was he.” You shook your head. “And, lemme guess, you left in the morning?”

“I didn’t know what else to do.” You nearly whispered. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did. Kirk, you gotta fix this. You have to talk to him. You can’t avoid medbay forever.”

“I can try.”

“Kirk.”

“I know you’re right! I just don’t know what to do.” He wrapped an arm around you and you leaned into him.

“Just go in there.”

XXXXXX

Leonard was reading from his PADD in his quarters when he heard a knock on the door. He put it down on his bedside table before letting it open and saw you. His black eye was healing nicely, but he winced when he widened them in surprise.

“Uh, hey.” You started, already wanting to punch yourself.

“Hey.”

Fuck, this was awkward.

“Can I come in?” He stood to the side and you stepped in, the door closing behind you.

“If you’re here for your clothes and boots there under my cot in my office.”

Ouch.

“Thanks but that’s not why I’m here.” You stood there, trying to keep from fidgeting. “I wanted to talk about what happened, and before you say anything I know I shoulda stayed. I wanted to stay but-“ You broke off and sat down in his arm chair. You felt like if you kept standing then you’d pass out.

“But what? I’ve been wonderin’ why you didn’t stay, myself.” He said and you nodded.

“And I shouldn’t have done that to you.” You looked down at your clasped hands and tried to swallow the nervousness radiating in your body. “Leonard, I’ve always liked you. I’ve always been attracted to you.” You didn’t see the surprised look that crossed his face. “But I was always afraid of what would happen. I mean, you know me and Jim: we’re both terrified of relationships and I know that you’re wary of them after how things went in your marriage. I’ve always wanted to respect that.” You didn’t realize you had started to ramble. “And Jim is another thing! That ass is always so protective over me and you’re his best friend! That’s a conundrum just for him! Does he kick your ass or lock me in my cabin or both?! Not to mention we’re in space and it’s probably one of the most dangerous places ever!” You finally looked at him and saw him chuckling, hiding his face behind his hand. “Why the hell are you laughing? I’m pouring my heart out here!”

“Because you sound like me, dammit!” He smiled and you stared at him incredulously. “Go on, finish up. I gotta talk some time.” You shook your head at him and stood up.

“Fine, you want me to finish? I didn’t want to wake up and hear you talk about how it was a mistake because just thinking about that fucking kills me. I wanted it to happen, maybe not like that but I wanted…something like that to happen. There, I’m done.” You stood there and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. “Well you said you had to talk.” You looked back up at him expectantly and his eyes had softened, he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“I didn’t know you felt that way and...as much as I didn’t think that this is the way things would happen, I don’t regret that it did. I’ve wanted to be with you for so long but everything’s complicated. But I wanna give it a shot because I can’t imagine not being with you.” Tears welled in your eyes at his confession and you threw yourself at him, taking in his warmth.

“I want to be with you, Len.” 

“As long as you promise you won’t run away again, darlin’.” You smiled up at him and kissed him softly.

“I promise…Alpha.” He stiffened against you and you laughed. He smiled and captured your lips in his, holding you tightly against him. “You think you could get rid of my scars first?” You squealed as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him.

You two would just have to deal with everything else later.

#leonard mccoy x reader #Leonard McCoy #star trek #Star Trek Fanfiction #star trek aos #star trek TOS

[uuujeewriting]

Hi!! I was just wondering on the post where reader was a yandere and how the boys would react, could you do something like a part 2 to it? Like where they find out the reason why reader is like this? Sorry if its not really clear and you don’t have to do it! Anyways have a good day :D

change you [albedo, childe, kaeya, diluc, xiao]

part 2 of ‘stop it’ where fem!reader is a yandere

tw: UNHEALTHY/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, gore, violence, cuss words, manipulative behavior, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder and angst of course

albedo x fem! reader, childe x fem! reader, kaeya x fem! reader, diluc x fem! reader, xiao x fem! reader

a/n: just a reminder that this behavior should not be tolerated or idolized as it is not healthy nor is it acceptable. sorry this took such a long time anon! i’m clearing my inbox tonight since i’m finally done with school hehe. hope this is to your liking nonnie, sorry if the bits are too short !!

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc’s of mine are similar to other writers’ works, it is unintentional and i apologize

albedo

after the incident that happened between you and his former assistant, he hadn’t left the lab and you inside it for days

he claims to others that something in his research had come up and he would be requiring maximum isolation for the next few days

or weeks

(absolutely believable considering the timely announcement of his deceased assistant)

“albedo..” the alchemist’s eye twitched at the ring of your voice, beckoning him to you

“shouldn’t you at least entertain me–your captive?” you sickeningly chuckle as you notice his annoyance

soon this turned into complete panic

“come on,” you cling onto his arm, “pay attention to me before i leave you with no assistants at all.” 

the audacity, albedo exclaims internally

“do not tempt me to bind you to a chair until i find a solution, y/n.” he peers menacingly into you in a futile attempt to guise his fear

fear that you’d be too much for him to control

that he’ll lose you even further

you let out a ‘tsk’ as you take a seat beside the busied alchemist

“why are you even trying so hard?” a mumble escapes your mouth

perhaps he felt responsible

or maybe he does this to avenge sucrose

there might even be a slim possibility of him still loving you

but none of these answers felt genuine enough to reason

“frankly enough, i, too, question why.” 

childe

your trip home was awkward

and that’s to say the least

fuming in utter disbelief and rage was your alleged lover, intentionally averting his gaze from you

he was trying so hard not you hit you, the only thing holding him back is that he didn’t want to stoop to your level

you were rather pleased with what had happened and flaunted this

“that went well,” you smile and raised an eyebrow as you eyed childe

“you have no heart at all.” his voice devoid of any emotion aside from anger reaches your ears

at this, you dare laugh amidst the tension in the atmosphere surrounding the both of you

“now, i wouldn’t say that! i did it for you, isn’t that enough to prove i’m just as human as everyone else?” 

“you make me sick.” the harbinger spits

you aren’t too pleased with this 

moving to his side, you pinch his cheeks, “come now, love. a little warning from me won’t kill them!” you attempted to lift the mood but all is in vain as you feel a wet drop trickle down from childe’s cheek to your hand

eyes widening at this. you finally pipe down at wait for his response

he grabs your wrist and yanks it from his face

“don’t you dare come near me every again, you’re the worst person i’ve ever been manipulated by.”

kaeya

to say that kaeya was disappointed is an understatement

what’s worse than catching your lover trying to murder some nun for inconveniencing him at the dead of night?

having all this happen and being a captain of the knights of favonius

“what in celestia’s name has gotten into you, y/n?”

oh, he was mad

no ‘baby,’ ‘sweetheart–’ not even ‘snowdrop’

you idly twiddle your thumbs innocently, as if you weren’t about to be charged for attempted murder in a few hours

“i thought it would make you happy.” you admit

facepalming to the highest caliber, kaeya sighs and manages to break a sarcastic smile, finding the entire situation unbelievable

“simply outstanding, l/n.”

uh oh, he used your last name

furrowing your eyebrows, you raise one, “you’ve never called me that, sweetheart.”

kaeya glares at you, “let’s put it like this–i’m trying my absolute best not to knock you out right now.”

“i still don’t see how i did anything wrong.” you cross your arms

the knight chuckles hoarsely

“oh, you will.” he states 

and after that, he goes ahead to the acting grandmaster’s office

things are going to be pretty rough for you from now on

diluc

once he had found adelinde’s corpse in the vicinity and see how you disposed of her, he felt sick to the stomach

yet another one buried six feet under his

“do you like my gift, dearest?” placing a hand on his stiff shoulder, you look at the mess you made

“why, you-” he grumbled and grits his teeth

and the worst has yet to come

“once i have you behind bars for this, i’ll make sure you repent.” diluc states with his clenched fists

“oh, about that-” you laugh, “you can’t”

what?

“excuse me?!” the pyro wielder exclaims

“well, mister flawless reputation, i’ve already devised a plan beforehand,” you pause to slowly circle the man frozen in place

“elzer had put in records of cannibalism in adelinde’s files, since suspicion has been around for a while.” 

damn the maids for having such loud mouths

“a simple statement such as ‘it was self defense!’ and it’d be fine.”

you were truly a force to be reckoned with when aggravated

even so, if he couldn’t have you put in jail, no way was he going to let you live alongside him any further

“pack your things.” he clenches his jaw and drags you indoors

“i’ll give you five minutes to take everything with you, and if you dare defy me this time, i’ll make sure you are dealt with swiftly myself.”

xiao

out of everything you could’ve surprised him with, why did it have to be this?

this wasn’t a pleasant surprise, no

he didn't feel any love from what you’d done, only the flames of fury engulfed the adeptus

“in what plane if existence did you think what you’d done is flattering?!” the yaksha yelled once you and him got to a secluded room in wangshu inn

“xiao, i wasn’t trying to be mean, she laid her eyes on you-”

“like every other being does! gods, y/n, you’re unfathomable.” xiao rubs his temples

inching closer to the trembling man, you atemtped to massage his throbbing head

your efforts have been dismissed with a swat of xiao’s hand as he growls at you

“don’t touch me, filthy mortal.”

“you make me sound like i killed someone,” you laughed it off which angered him greatly

“you almost did!” he reasoned and you tilted your head, feigning ignorance as if this wasn’t a huge deal

“listen, if you’re not going to act accordingly and attack everyone who even lays their eyes on me, do not try to call out my name,” he turns back to you before disappearing into mists of green and black

“i won’t heed to your call.”

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