#ionzhar. private and selective, mostly friends-only writing blog for an original character, BYANKA MIKHAILOVNA STARKOVA. based in the universe of m*rvel comics, specifically rooted within x-men lore as well as department x.
in affiliation with: max 'magnus' eisenhardt ⁽ ♡ ⁾, hương nguyệt vân, warren worthington iii, johann dreyman ⁽ * ⁾, le chiffre ⁽ * ⁾, rogue, emma frost, yehya badr, moon knight, penelope gibson, sofia falcone,
⁽ ♡ ⁾ : default universe partner. byasha is not whole without magnus, i am not whole without fen. unless we've discussed some kind of dynamic, one can assume byasha is married to magnus and will be by default.
⁽ * ⁾ : affiliated in their own separate universe(s).
NVRMMMMD.... cus look at her. look at her. god, byasha is the best. she's my darling baby girl princess queen love of my life and destroyer of galaxies.... and hearts.
⚔︎ · @ionzhar sent : ❛ if jealous hubby wants a kiss, he’s going to have to take it for himself. ❜
FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD, the renowned history professor and — thanks to his sudden tiktok-fame — part time model [ . . . ] is pouting. for almost an hour now, he’s been staring at the ceiling, refusing to acknowledge the woman beside him in bed. it’s uncharacteristically immature for him to act this way, and he’s aware of it. still, her comment merely elicits a snort out of flaring nostrils.
❝ the way you laughed at my nephew’s jokes, it’s no wonder he probably thinks he has a chance now. ❞ rolls over on the mattress, facing her, the faint moonlight that falls through the window illuminating his eyes — one blue as the winter sky, one brown as molten caramel. one palm comes to rest on her hip, pulling her flush against him, breath mingling with hers. their lips brush as he speaks. ❝ if you’d prefer a BOY who struggles to find out where to insert himself over a MAN who makes you cum with just the tip of his tongue, you need only tell me. ❞
her nose had been buried in one of the old classics from his library, a special edition of jack london's and one she'd divulged in the last couple of times byanka had spent the night. though he was grouching she remained composed, focused on the book rather than the man pouting next to her. bookmark slipped between pages to mark a stop, aligning only with the very next chapter, and it was altogether set aside on the bedside table before fingers flicked off the light on her end. if he insisted on going to bed angry, so be it.
“ i told you to let it go, b... ” her voice exasperated enough to be heard above the sigh that lulled from her throat. but his hand had gripped her hip and dragged her towards him, quickly and determined, but byasha wasn't so easily swayed. . . . “ all i did was try to make pleasantries with your family, love, at your request even. ” head dipped and canted slightly to brush the peak of her nose against baelor's, lips hovering just above his own to the point he could already taste her. “ though it seems to me⎯⎯you are the one that's easily intimidated by said boy. hm? or am i wrong? ” testing the waters and pushing buttons, such was sure to draw a reaction from him.
❛ wow. being a surgeon takes a toll on marriage - stop the presses. ❜ wasn't that the ironic part of it all ? we'd spent years running, wanting a safe place to land, ˙⅋ now that we had it we'd found another reason to run. we could dress it up however we wanted to, but at the end of the day the truth of the matter was that we really didn't know how to land. not in the way everyone expected us to. ❛ heard there's a spot open in days. kannerick's only been bitching about it for weeks. ❜ it was an exit. one i was confidently certain wouldn't be taken but, nevertheless, offered. i hadn't bothered to look in her direction the entire walk through the garage, but i couldn't help myself anymore. i stole a glance, maybe a few seconds too long, before i raised the devastatingly cold coffee cup to my lips. sludge. absolute shit. ❛ they might have better coffee. ❜
sara had a way of making every difficult decision of hers seem so simple and obvious when all came down to it; a feat byasha absolutely despised in her revered partner. or really only when she was on the receiving end of sara's truths. byanka huffed⎯⎯if only it was anywhere that easy, she might've dropped everything in a heartbeat. alas, that wasn't the case. sara was sipping off a cup of way too old coffee, the sight and her grimace alone enough to force her onto the path of water instead, pulling at the band attached to her metal bottle. though it was the silence that really settled it... “ the coffee here is shit no matter what time of day you clock in, and you know it. ” feet carry her towards the sector line and stops at the parapet, even leaning against it to look at the disappointingly vacant parking lot exit.
“ ...no⎯sorry, forgot you don't care about that kinda' stuff. ”
⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ sugar and spice. @kingprix as LANDON MCQUEEN.
“ блядь⎯* ” ( fuck* ). THEY REALLY SHOULDN'T BE DOING THIS. ... she wasn't sure what'd come over her, but in any case it'd let them back here. he'd come by to pick up his old stuff she'd held onto before⎯⎯before their little mishap. and now they were here, back in her bed and she with landon between her legs and a coy smile all over his face. oh, he was so satisfied with himself, and part of her hated him for it. but nowhere near how much she hated herself right now. this was the exact opposite of what she'd promised herself when telling him to come over and yet. . . .
IT'S AN ORDER⎯⎯that much was clear to her through this otherwise damp fog in her head. the causation? landon. he's got one of her legs spread and resting atop his shoulder, two fingers still inside her warmth even if he was momentarily looking up at her. he'd eased her up slowly, one finger and then two, whilst licking and suckling, and providing more than enough attention to her clit. . . . so much that she was already quivering against him, shivering at each touch of skin between them. “ p-p-please... i don't⎯don't know how- ” byasha was strangled by her own whimpers when landon's tongue grazed against her already sensitive clit, muscles jolting and thighs pressed together to both sides of his face.
⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ sugar and spice. @parieur as MARCEL VENIER-COUVILLON.
[ 5 ] one muse takes the other from behind + [ 7 ] one muse holds the other down during rough sex.
penthouse suite had fallen into that peculiar sort of silence before the final break, before the war cries of an army readying their attack. before they were getting down to it, truly. the anticipation alone had filled the suite with a heavy tension almost too thick to breathe through ⎯ certainly enough to become intoxicating to the both of them.
through the floor-to-ceiling windows the city stretched luminous in fractured lights of gold and reds and blues and greens, framing the lone but large alaskan king-size bed like a halo. they'd drawn from the couches to the bed mere moments ago, abandoning their glasses of wine in the wake to focus solely on one another. a welcome surprise visit, surely that meant his dealings in tokyo had gone according to plan. much like her own in latveria had.
hungry kisses and daring tongues, explorative hands and however comfortable they'd already been, the last pieces of clothing had been shed before marcel had picked byanka up only to sit back onto the plush but yet firm mattress. his soft hands each cupped a cheek of her rear whilst their lips where locked, one of his thumbs toying coyly with the thin strap of her laced underwear.
IT WAS AS THOUGH TIME STOOD STILL⎯⎯OR MAYBE IT SPED UP....HE MOVED SO QUICKLY YET ELEGANTLY, THE WAY HE SWAPPED THEM OVER TO TOP HER. byanka barely managed to catch her breath and register marcel above her before his hands had gripped her hips and now spun her 'round beneath him, and still holding onto her, he dragged her hips from the bed to have her rear up in the air. HE FELT HER UP AGAIN, PALMS DRAGGING DOWN THE LENGTH OF HER TORSO AND HIPS, LOCKING FINGERS UNDERNEATH HER PANTIES TO ROUGHLY DRAG THEM OFF HER, even was a small tear. his belt had long since been unbuckled in their leading up to this, but the sound of a zipper being undone RUNG in the air, even deafening the music from the stereo in the sitting room of the suite.
her face's pressed into a pillow she'd grabbed seconds after being turned over, her shoulders had instinctively squared back to fold her hands at byasha's lower back. OH, HOW SHE LOVED IT WHEN HE WAS LIKE THIS. so determined, insistent, ON TOP OF THE WORLD AND INVINCIBLE. . . . though she couldn't see anything she sensed what sounded like his fingers popping into his mouth to wet them, before they found their way between her folds to feel her already slick heat.
lips curled into an o and byasha moaned into the plush pillow when marcel slammed his pulsing cock into her, from tip to base, until he slowly pulled back and back and back... until naught of him was left within her but the tip,, ONLY TO THRUST BACK INTO HER WARMTH, again and again and again. byasha's wrists and hands curl around one another, and marcel grips into them with one hand while the other presses against her back and run up byanka's spine... HE'S CLAIMING HER JUST LIKE HE'S DONE SO MANY TIMES BEFORE, HE'S THE ONE SHE LOVES, HE'S THE ONE SHE BELONGS TO. marcel's hand continues up to curl into the disheveled ponytail of hers and grabbed a hold of it, tightening its grip, only to lean his weight over her and press her further into both pillow and mattress, slamming his throbbing member into her again and again.
In all honesty, Atsuya's still not sure what to make of her. An opinion started to form ages ago — even before they met face to face. First impressions and inherent biases tend to drive his mindset. Narrowminded of him to live by, sure, but it's kept his hide intact thus far, and survival ranks above all else ( well, most, save one ).
He'd been notably wary the first few times they actively worked together. Didn't bother to hide the lack of trust when the label of anomaly hangs over her head. Factor in what she can do the curses they're tasked to exorcise and he feels more than justified to maintain a little-lot distance.
That being said ... something started to change. Not sure when —hardly certain of why— it happened, but he started to slow his departure after a completed mission. Even if it's to thoroughly catch his breath or stretch out some of the early ache in his muscles — fact is, he stays for a while longer.
Just like now.
Thick fingers slide down to knead at his neck. He's tempted to let out another sigh, but opts to take out a lollipop instead. The plastic crinkles a little too loud in the temporary quiet. "If it's the one with that giant squirrel mascot— I'll pass." More grumbling that only sours when the hard candy is popped into his mouth. A burst of artificial orange punches him in the nose, but he doesn't spit it out. "Way too expensive for the quality they serve." As for anywhere else in that prefecture? Well, he hasn't left yet — has he?
the expectation was there; waiting for him to leave, to turn his back and be gone quicker than he'd showed. not that she could blame him, for wasn't this exactly how byasha herself was in any other instance not concerning this... little thing of theirs? but he hasn't left nor even turned yet, only popped one of those ( disgusting ) sugary candies in his mouth as he usually would post the rather brief debrief she liked to do.
“ it's not the one with the squirrel mascot⎯! how can you even, ? ” byanka's face had pulled into a grimace never before seen by atsuya. or anyone, really? every muscle in her face drawn taut to express a similar dislike to his own, except byanka made it all the more theatrical. the adrenaline sure still kicked 'round in her bloodstream. “ no, no, it's this other place i know. it kind of looks like a hole in the wall from the outside, but i promise you that's often a good sign. ”
though there's a voice in her head telling her to draw it back, keep an eye on the boiling temper she feels bubbling below the surface. words, and something more even, linger on the insides of byanka's cheeks and nearly spilling onto her tongue, but she manages to feign containment for a little longer. “ ...those things are really not good for you, you know. maybe you ought to chew on a celery stick or something else instead... ”
the er is always busy. someone always coming in & no matter how many they'd try clearing out of the waiting room, it was never empty. it never really slowed down. and for her it's perfect, even if by morning, feet are sore and muscles stiff and there is a headache at times. and sometimes shift doesn't end before a couple hours later than it should. but it's worth it for her. keep head and hands busy & she could never go back to before she decided on being a nurse. voice catch her attention and she swiftly turn around on her heel, a dimpled smile tugging at the corner of lips. end of shift was just a few hours away and she was, for once, ontop of her tasks. " yeah, we're still on for later. " slight nod of her head & she walks a little closer, nose crinkle in the most playful manner. " wouldn't miss it for anything. "
twelve hours shifts were scarcely ever just that, always running some hours over time. frankly, before she'd started seeing more of scottie outside of work, byanka really didn't mind. work was her life; everything she lived for, everything she'd strived for and worked towards since she was a kid. sometimes the doubt creeps in⎯⎯the second-guessing whether she'd made the right choices throughout her life, only to end up here. . . . usually it was after a bad shift or after losing a patient on the operating table. even the toughest doctors would stumble and falter in their faith. right?
but tonight was byasha's off night, and this promise of later was already thought up and planned in her head. she'd go home to rest before running errands and grabbing groceries to cook them a homemade dinner, and they'd likely fall asleep on the couch in each other's arms ( again ). “ g-good. ” mumbled through her teeth before shrugging the strap of her bag higher up her shoulder⎯⎯gaze anywhere else but on scottie. they all knew by now anyway, didn't they? otherwise why would dr. starkova insist on using the er entrance each morning she left and afternoon she clocked in. “ i, uh, ” a clearing of her throat to render a deliberate pause in which she'd hopefully come up with an excuse. “ ...it's been kind of a crazy night. hope you guys get off a little easier, ”
@ionzhar to midas : you continue to disappoint me.
stolen from his mouth was a reprimand normally he’d serve to a deserving associate. one who he expected to know the ways of his crew after so many years of involvement, who he expected better from. having such tables turned the other direction was rare, the last time being the king of shades. " if you’re expectin’ me to beg for your forgiveness, i gave that up a long time ago. " muttered back with his focus elsewhere, upon golden digits that picked apart his weaponry and readied it for maintenance. he hid it well; the distaste for hearing something so adverse.
" i could still make it up to you. “ if there was anything he did well, it was bargain. continue to wager and weigh in on the turn of the tides until he reached satisfaction. in this case, until she did. whatever worked. " there's time enough to fix it. "
JOINTS OF HER FINGERS ACHED WITH THEM FLEXING, CLENCHING HER HAND whilst her gaze was fixed upon it, narrowing in upon a few of the trenches in the skin of her palm and the scarred tissue beneath. her palms were still beyond hot, her touch was often hotter than the core of the sun past expanding any of her nuclear powers. vibrations still shook her bones and byanka's outward stillness was only a result of the inner turmoil and the constant fight of ions within. “ i ceased to expect anything of you even longer ago, so do not fret. ” wherever her mind was, the present surely wasn't it, byasha's voice however careless it was she sounded more so thousands of miles away.
until. ... “ no. you cannot. ” the faint blue-ish glow that'd formed a hue around the ball of her fist snapped away in an instant with the swift movement and spin on byanka's heel. “ you can neither make it up to me nor fix this mess you have gotten us into. frankly, nought is left but to erase all trace of our being here, go back and forget any of this ever happened. a complete and utter failure, this was. ”
⁽ ¹ ⁾ the cruel prince, * ﹝ @zaldarias ﹞: we don't need to be good. but let's try to be fair.
WE NEEDN'T BE GOOD, BUT LET US TRY TO BE FAIR. spoken like the diplomat that she had come to be, shaped and warped by the politics that coated and stuck to the walls of the red keep, forever trying to influence and poison those that made their way to its court. RHAENYRA WAS A TRUE PRODUCT OF ROYALTY, raised amidst what the common people would call luxury and wealth, but also whilst she was subject to expectations and prejudice beyond what most could ever dare to imagine. byanka never claimed to know any of it, though her family ⎯ long ago ⎯ had had some status, that very same had died with the last still carrying her family name. a family name that she herself had forgotten the taste of far too long ago.
“ i regret to inform you, your grace, but in the mess of mud and blood and pleas, fairness is not which prevails. ” she made sure to hold her tongue for a moment, eyes of emerald and hazel diverted elsewhere but to the queen whose piercing lilacs stared back at her. “ what prevails is grit and abandoning any and all sense of mercy before your opponent does. ”
[ txt - bianca s . ] wow ... you listened to me while i yapped about that ?
[ txt - bianca s . ] thats kind of adorable you know that ?
[ txt - bianca s . ] yes , it is ...
[ txt - bianca s . ] the strawberries and cream one really tastes good .
[ txt - bianca s . ] did you try it too ?
[ txt - bianca s . ] after i recommended it a thousand times 🥲
﹝ TEXT, LIGHTNING MCQUEEN. MCQUEEN, L. 🏎️ ﹞ well, all i heard was " yap, yap, yap, name brand, yap, yappity yap".
﹝ TEXT, LIGHTNING MCQUEEN. MCQUEEN, L. 🏎️ ﹞ but i suppose that counts, no?
﹝ TEXT, LIGHTNING MCQUEEN. MCQUEEN, L. 🏎️ ﹞ ...well no, i didn't try it, i got it for you, remember? besides i don't really drink that stuff. it always makes my tummy feel funky?
﹝ TEXT, LIGHTNING MCQUEEN. MCQUEEN, L. 🏎️ ﹞ only time it didn't was that one morning you'd mixed it into our smoothies.
@ionzhar : ❛ true love truly doesn't last ❜
winged victory .
there's that word again , a word plucked from the dictionary that had no meaning beyond the words printed beside it for a considerable length of time . they hadn't paired up to the definition he'd become accustomed to . what he knew didn't match what anyone else had described , in the end bob had come to realise his parent's love hadn't been love at all . it distorted his impression of it , prevented him from recognising its initial flickers when it came to whatever he could form of a relationship — never healthy , short lived , only born from favours and dependency .
he sits , fingers scrunched around his knees to pulse at the fabric that shielded them . bob chews on his mouth , his tongue , thinking , mulling her revelation over with a fright in his chest . what he wanted to say birthed a spark of trepidation there , but how else is he to say it ? fuck it . heartache isn't new to him , if she walked away now then what can his mind tell him but i told you so ? and he was all too familiar with that acidic pride something within him always felt afterwards . “ i wouldn't really know , i'm only really experiencing it for the first time , i think , so . . . yeah . time'll tell i guess . ”
SHE WASN'T A PEOPLE PERSON, NOT IN THE SLIGHTEST, yet most of her training had consisted of reading and getting to know people in ways they'd never expected, quicker than they would even come to realize it. all of that and bob still caught her somewhat off guard, forcing a stillness over her that could be both the toughest brick wall in existence as well as something shaky and vulnerable as fancy china. she drew a quiet breath and let it settle ( nearly too deep ) within the cavity of her chest, tasting the very words that'd left her own tongue only moments ago. LOVE. TRUE LOVE. “ you think...? ”
I THINK; IT WAS A LINE PEOPLE MOST COMMONLY SPOKE WHEN HOPING TIME WOULD DO THE WORK FOR THEM and fill the uncomfortable silence that threatened to devour what little courage still inched on her tongue.
however much ( or little ) courage she still possessed, it measured none against the cowardice creeping beneath the outer most layer of skin, feeling truer now than even the stream of her own blood. “ ...y-yeah, only time will tell. ” HER DEFEAT WAS IMMINENT, ONLY NOW SHE AWAITED THE TIDE OF A VAST OCEAN TO DELIVER ITS FINAL BLOW AND CARRY HER OFF.
' TRUE LOVE ' HAD EVADED HER BEFORE... ONCE BEFORE... TWICE, EVEN. SO, WHO WAS REALLY THE FOOL? THE FOOL IN LOVE OR THE FOOL THAT LET LOVE PASS THEM BY AGAIN AND AGAIN?
“ true love. ... ” no matter how much she'd come to deny it, those words left a taste in byanka's mouth so uncannily similar to the taste of him. wherever love did indeed lay and had made a home to comfortably rest in, it now stood before goliath ⎯⎯ ready to trample and massacre whatever half-hearted life and light remained. right? “ i thought i knew what it was. something rare and sacred, a once in a life-time thing... but i⎯i am wrong⎯i think. with you, it happens every day... ”
