#It's almost as if you're part of this underground club or something and then at louis' shows everyone comes together

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may i please have some heartsteel yone/f!reader? i haven't seen much of my beloved producer 🥺

✖ Heartsteel!Yone x Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 2k

✖ Tags: Long Term Established R/S

✖ A/N: You get together with Yone 10 years ago in Japan. HC Yone as someone who started out DJ-ing at clubs before outgrowing the scene and fading to obscurity online before Heartsteel picked him up.

----  Meeting Him ----

- You met him back in Japan, back when you visited clubs and actually managed to catch his DJ-ing before he quit. It was underground but it was unique. Experimental stuff that just somehow still sounded so damn good to you. You found yourself drawn to him and eventually going up to talk to him during a break between sets. He fell in love with you shortly after, he had a small but loyal fanbase and having someone like you appear at every single one of his performances really weakened the walls around his heart.

- You spent college dropping by any of Yone's appearances throughout your fall quarter and as school went on and as winter break came over, you finally found the time and energy to hang around and visit his other appearances too. Some fun mall gigs, cute online streams in the day, even managing to land a dj-ing gig at a local dance competition. You could tell it was hard, he had a distinctive style that was as much a pro as it was a con and eventually he faded away from performing at all in person.

- It was his 'Final Performance' so the speak. That late night in the club, a drink in hand, bright smiles as you had fun with you friends while watching the elusive masked dj on his little stage. It was his final performance. Now or never to confess your love for both him and his music, your nerves straight ice as the night slowly drew to a close. Unbeknown to you, he too, felt exactly the same as he watched you from the stand. The passing comments and small conversations the two of you shared over the months left him yearning for something more with you.

- And it was sweet when it finally happened. Uncharacteristically gentlemanly coming from a DJ. You stayed as the club begun to close, Yone walking up to talk to you just like any other time a friendly conversation before he offers you a small giftbag, softly telling you its a personal Christmas gift for his most loyal supporter, telling you to open it when you're home. You thank him, pushing yourself to exchange numbers with him so you can give him feedback when you're home safe. You curse as you miss your chance to confess in the heat of the moment.

- As you return home, you pull a thin package beautifully wrapped in the little bag. You unwrap it to find a homemade mixtape, all of your favorite songs from him paired with special unreleased works that he think you would like. How he even managed to know which were your favorites shocked you honestly. As you look into the bag further a sweet handwritten note confessing his budding love for you neatly written in decorative paper falls out. Poetic words with the neatest handwriting, you could swear the paper itself was scented too. Your heart races as you listen to the CD while reading the pages of his feelings. The first thing you ever messaged him was a cute " Yone, I love you too." Which Yone has graciously screenshotted and looked back on often over the years.

---- Heartsteel / Dating ----

- You two are the loving parents of Heartsteel, the comforting consistency, the caring confidants of the group. There was just something nice about seeing Yone and his partner of almost ten years still going strong in such a stable relationship that causes all the boys to look at you with such respect. You have fun with them all, you work hard late nights supporting Yone and his work, you look out for him as he looked out for you. You were as much part of the gang as he was.

- Surprisingly Yasuo loves you just as much (platonically), he's happy to see Yone just genuinely be so at ease around you, to have someone be there for his brother that can actually make the man relax? You have his approval. After moving on and joining True Damage, Yasuo would worry seeing Yone so alone, so having you appear and provide his brother with such companionship made him happy. Though, Yasuo does tease Yone a lot, every time you meet him he always asks you if Yone has proposed. He can't understand how you two have been together so long yet not gotten married.

- Dates with Yone were always so calming. Bringing you out to hot spring inns during stressful times, inviting you to cute hidden cafes to work together, comforting jamming sessions late night at his place if money was tight. Nothing embarrassingly over to top yet not so casual that you felt like the two of you weren't doing anything special. There was just something about the way he just knows what you need. As the years went by you realized it was just how Yone was, he was an attentive guy and especially so when it came to you.

- Also it was no secret that Yone looked at self care as a priority and slowly you picked up on his little habits too. Simple yet small adjustments to your own habits. The way you two would go through the motions of burning incense and making tea early in the mornings for a quick meditation and mindfulness session. The loving way he would cook healthier meals for you, how he would be the one buying bath and beauty products, how he would motivate you to follow him to Kendo lessons to exercise, how he would leave books filled with comments on post-its around the house for you to read when you had time. The softest part was how he never seemed disappointed even if you said no to any of this, he was caring and patient after all, he'll win you over into self help eventually.

- The biggest change with the new popularity of Heartsteel was seeing the sheer number of fans Yone started to get. You almost forgot what it was like being his fangirl honestly, so used to your life with him after his semi-retirement, it was weird suddenly being thrown back to your college days of being in love with that DJ at the club. Sure things were different, you came home to him, you slept by his side every night, you heard all his music before it was released, but still... There was something about the way your heart thrums as you stand in the audience watching Yone lift his mask to throw you a charming smile. There was something about the way you knew when he laughed softly on stage, when he waves to the fans, when the crowd cheers, that the cool DJ standing up there was all yours. Oh it made you smile just as bright.

---- During Touring Season ----

- Being together for so long had its perks and its downfalls, for one, you two had a really nice house together, a place you truly called home. Little bits of Yone all around you all the time in the way the bed smelt like him, the way you see his drinks in the fridge and his things around the room. As much as it all comforts you when he is away, it all also oh so depressingly reminds you how lonely you are without him. At the least, Yone was a man of conviction and strict schedules, without fail every day at midnight where he is, when the concerts over he would always contact you somehow. Be it a call, a message, and photo. He would always make sure to send you at the very least, something, once a day. Lovingly checking in on you to make sure you were ok.

- Sure you had your own life outside of being his loving girlfriend but yet, being by Yone's side was such a commonplace that the emptiness of the house felt foreign after all these years. Yone did his best to make sure you weren't alone though, leaving little notes hidden around the house for you to find and read, leaving you a playlist to fill his study with music so you could feel like someone was still there. Of course he still called you when he could but there were other things too, like how he kept ordering meals for you, secretly asking your neighbors to keep an eye out to make sure you were safe at night, how he actually sent you postcards so you could have a physical reminder that he was thinking of you. It was all so sweet.

- If you could make it to a concert? You had the VIP treatment, he was very secretive, not really having social media, no one really knew he was in a long term relationship with you. But for Heartsteel? Everyone close to Yone knew who you were. No questions asked, a VIP pass thrust into your hands courtesy of Alune who excitedly dragged you backstage to say hi to your partner before and after the performance.

- During the actual show it was crazy, for someone whose style was so underground it was exciting and certainly different to see how wild the crowd was compared to your hazy memories of small secluded rooms in the fringes of Tokyo all those years back. Heartsteel was good for him you had to admit, seeing him on the international stage, seeing him having so much fun with the other boys, seeing the way he was just glowing with joy when people actually hollered and cheered at his beat drops. A warm bubbling feeling rises up in your chest as you see him smile the way he does around you, only this time it was on the big stage. You knew he was happy with his own small fanbase of loyal stans but you two knew better, a tiny fanbase wouldn't pay the bills, being so wildly loved, being able to make music, his passion, for work. Having so many new people hear the same style of mixing that caught your attention years back and actually love it? Heartsteel was a blessing to you both.

- When you run backstage after the performance to congratulate all the boys on the successful performance Yone stands further back. A warm smile on his face as he pulls off his mask to watch you hug and high five everyone else, a mix of feelings as he watches you talk to his bandmate. As the initial greetings pass, you finally walk up to him, everyone leaving to settle their own post performance maintenance. For Yone, that was a little habit of searching for you and reaching out to pull you into a hug. A habit that he once had all those years back, the nostalgia after every performance always hitting him so hard his usually calm and cool demeanor would crack. The lightest tinge of a blush could be seen rising up to his ears as he finally makes eye contact with you. Slowly he walks over, a hand reaching out to beckon you to come over and hold him.

" You were amazing up on stage, I almost forgot how charming you always looked in the DJ booth."

" And I almost forgot how exciting it was to search for you cheering for me in the crowd. Especially when the crowd is that big."

Yone laughs softly. A deep melodic noise that sends shivers down your spine. Oh the way the corners of his lips curl up, his sparkling emerald eyes gaze down at you. His right hand reaching up, the back of his fingers lightly brushing over your cheeks, pushing your hair back behind your ears.

" Just like old times my love?"

" Just like old times Yone."

Carefully, doing his best to make sure his hair doesn't tickle you, the same hand that pushed your hair back now rises to hold his own messy fringe up as he leans down. Gently, just like always. His lips press against yours. Nothing too affectionate, you two were still in public after all, but still you could feel it, the way the softest kiss from your lover fills your chest with such overwhelming love. As you pull back you look up to see a smile so bright that it causes his eyes to close. Ah, you were truly loved.

#THIS WAS EXCITING i cried a little writing it cos a man this perfect doesnt exist #Yone #Yone x Reader #Heartsteel!Yone #HEADCANONS #SCENARIOS #Half half? #anon answer #YONE IS SO....UGH. he would take care of you oh so well.....................my heart..............it flutters............ #Yone League of Legends #Yone LoL #Yone Heartsteel #man would bring you to pottery class and then actively use whatever you make #I hope you love this cos I SURE LOVED WRITING IT...........

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CAUTION: HAVE YOU SEEN THIS CRIMINAL?

(Image made by @kirstenonic05. Huge help on this, so thank you.)

Hello, one and all, it's Gren here. Today is Witch's birthday as well as Halloween, and to celebrate such a momentous occasion for the girl who appears in oh so many of my posts, I'm gonna to do two things besides say happy birthday to her.

An in-depth look on what The Witch has committed, her devious crimes.

How to handle/deal with/tolerate her if you're a random person, or you're a special guy.

Possible prosecution of her. Keyword "Possible".

I basically became Schezo's Private Investigator for a solid few months and today, I'm here to drop it all out for the press to see. Puyo fans are gonna be in shambles tonight.

This will be a detailed tutorial on what happens if you see The Witch, how to deal with her, and what happens if she approaches you. Hope you enjoy this overly elaborate shitpost.

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What IS The Witch?

For those blissfully unaware, The Witch is a wanted criminal, a young 15 year old felon who often resides in the realms of Madou Monogatari and Puyo Puyo, owned formerly by COMPILE, now by SEGA.

(A rough draft of what the suspect looks like. Be careful. Actual draft of her from Madou Monogatari Saturn.)

She seems harmless, but that's how she gets you. Never trust teenage girls who can brew potions, I learned that the hard way.

Commonly, she's a blonde haired, blue eye teenage girl, about 5'2 (158 CM) and 99 pounds (45KG), seen with a blue robe with tints of white and red, a blue hat and some of the worst shoe game I've ever seen.

However, she has been seen in a green robe with a red amulet, a steampunk outfit, and even cosplay as either Arale Norimaki from Dr. Slump, a literal cat, and Emilia from Re:Zero. (Besides the cat one, all really good alts in Quest design wise and Puyo-N just has good designs.)

(Video recording of The Witch cooking something malevolent)

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What? Crimes?

You heard me right good folks, as the guy who has documented her misdeeds for weeks on end, (AKA I've been casually researching other games and she appears,) I have found many of her criminal acts, some worse than others, and some shit I definitely made up. Here are a few cases, some of which are somewhat stretching the definition, but it's alright:

Attempted Murder:

Most notably committed in Madou Monogatari Saturn, where whilst getting kidnapped by Incubus, she absolutely torched the man. Could claim self defense but still.

Harassment:

Mostly to Schezo, when you stretch the definition long enough, it can be considered verbal harassment. If you count 4Komas and Compile Club Underground Edition, visual harassment is...certainly on the table.

(Attempted) Petty Theft:

More notable in Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, where she tries many-a-times to get Schezo's robes, even threatening assault if he didn't.

Assault:

Threatened Schezo with it for his clothes in Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, saying she'll rip them off.

You may ask, "Aren't Puyo matches assault cases?" And to that, I say...no. Usually, it's a joint agreement. The same goes for Waku Puyo, it's part of the attraction itself, the person somewhat signed up for it. However, I don't think personally trying to rip someone's clothes was part of the rules.

Drugging:

Most noticeable in the Tottemo Puyo Puyo Manga, where she drugged Arle with a love potion to make her fall in love with them, but it failed. Badly.

(Not many people know this one too much, so I thought I'd show the time where the crime occurred.)

Possession/Distribution of Alcohol to and as a Minor:

In Puyo 20th Anniversary, she just so happened to have something that made our boy Klug feel a tad unwise. Apparently happened to Lagnus too in Quest, but we're unsure, since it came from a 2nd source.

(Also, I know she didn't mean to give Klug it, but...why did she have it anyways?)

Crimes Against Schezo Wegey:

Along with almost every crime here, during the run of Compile, she's committed the worst one of them all: Being a Simp.

Easily the most notable for me, In Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, she's normal to almost everyone else (she has beef with Rulue for some reason,) but the minute Schezo is in a 2 mile radius, she "forgets" to take her normal pills.

(Image recording of her harassing Mr. Wegey. She's just saying "it" looks super cool, leaving Schezo confused on whatever she meant, and yes. It's about his clothes.)

Second most notable (for me) is PuyoLympics, where the SECOND he takes off his robe to show the uniform he got, she starts acting a little unwise, to put it bluntly.

(Prelude image seconds before The Witch commits her worst crime yet. Being a Simp. Also the NicoNico video I saw for this had some of the most down bad dudes ever, don't become them please)

We also must speak about her acting unwise when she saw Madou Saturn Schezo, asking to touch the man.

And how could we forget when she got possessed by Marle, who totally gave her back her Madou conscious after laying dormant for God knows how many years and began her quest of simping yet again?

Saying submit to me, saying that she doesn't know why she feels so desperate for him all of a sudden, and then prolongs the word fun? Marle was scheming that day...

(First off, somehow I got this with both her eyes closed. Didn't expect that. Second, why does it look like Schezo is grabbing his own name box?)

We can forgive many of her crimes. But we can't forgive this crime specifically.

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What Do You Do When You See The Witch?

Now, most likely, you'd want to report her to the feds, the police if you will. But her world doesn't have police somehow, and that's rough buddy. However, The Witch is a very social person, and might want to talk to you.

This will be a step by step guide on what to do if you're a normal person near The Witch or if you're Schezo. Gotta look out for everyone.

However, for all:

The Witch is incredibly dangerous, and unless you're a relative, odds are, something malicious WILL be brewing.

Willingly going near her is dangerous as well, but if you live for danger, ignore this section.

For the Everyday Guy:

Keep your distance. The easiest thing to do, thankfully. If you don't approach her, odds are, she won't interact with you unless she wants something.

Don't own a Meteor Grimoire. She can sense that.

If she decides to go near you, do not panic, nor run yet. She has magic, you don't most likely, so unless you want a fireball or a Meteor hitting you, don't run.

Keep the talk short and brief. Prolonged exposure can be detrimental to your health in the long run.

If she asks for something, there's two ways to go around it. You can either give it to her quickly, or be the innocent victim of her next robbery/crime.

Don't try anything she gives you. Ever.

This is a split path. If she tries to take something from you, you can either choose to finally run or fight. Thankfully, she's pretty average at Puyo, so a good player can fend her off.

If everything goes well, she will leave you alone. And if you run, she probably won't chase you that much since you're just kinda a random dude to her.

For Schezo Wegey: (Or People in a Similar Scenario)

Before you even go out, don't wear cool-looking robes.

Don't own a Meteor Grimoire. She will sense that, especially if you're Schezo.

Same with the everyday man, keep your distance. If she spots you, it's absolutely over. Schezover, even.

If she spots you, everything changes now from the everyday man. She wants to approach you, she wants you...r items, or actually legit you. Don't show visible panic. Pretend she's not coming.

There's no shot you're going to be able to keep conversations short, she probably knows that you're trying to leave fast. However, try to keep your responses short enough, but not short to the point that she catches on.

If she asks for You, do NOT panic externally, which is easier said than done. Try to ask to elaborate. If she doesn't, you're fucked. If she does, give the thing to her...unless it's your clothes.

If you run, she's will very much chase you. There's several pieces of evidence for that, and unless you can run 100 meters in maybe 12 seconds, she will catch up to you with her broom. Even then, stamina issues for people, and she flies. Don't risk it unless you're absolutely confident.

This is a situation where you want her to leave first. If you noticed with some of the times Schezo gets harassed, she tended to leave first (Puyo 20th, Waku Puyo,) while in some cases, Schezo got out first (Madou Saturn, PuyoLympics but that went poorly), so try to make her leave first by doing...God know what.

If she tries to fight you, fight back. Self-defense is always good, and if you're Schezo or have a body similar to his, odds are her Meteor will hit you, but you'll survive. He's survived worse, you probably can too.

If everything goes well, you're free. Least for a little longer.

If you lose the fight, and everything else failed, FUCKING RUN. If Schezo can do it upon losing to her in Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon, you can too. Probably. Maybe.

Proof you can probably survive a Meteor:

(The Witch uses her spell...for 66 damage.)

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Let's Say, Theoretically, She Gets Arrested. What Happens?

(Old image my girlfriend made years ago. Little did we know how it'd end.)

Prosecuting her will very much be a challenge because simply put, there's no damn police in Madou/Primp. Well, good ones at least.

For you see, there ARE police in Primp or Madou as a whole. But in Quest, there's police in Intral City, the place Atari's from, but unfortunately, even in there, they don't exactly do much.

Call up Miles Edgeworth and teleport him here, then we got a shot, or even some other stupid good lawyer.

I'm no Laywer, but I think she'd go to jail for her crimes.

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Conclusion:

The Witch is a very dangerous felon. Armed and Dangerous, it's best to stay as far away as possible, especially if your name is Schezo Wegey or occasionally Arle Nadja. If you see her...well, you have the steps, or you can say fuck it and ball. Your choice.

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And Now, Actual Updates:

I enjoyed writing this, it was fun. With this, I'll repeat myself from last posts.

I'll be taking a 2 week break from this. I'm experiencing minor burnout and I do need a break, I've been doing this consistently for a couple of months now.

I'll also be taking a break during Thanksgiving week, Christmas, and New Years week as well to spend time with family.

Thank you all for your support, it means an absolute ton to me and I'm grateful I have people who actually love my work. Hell, I've even made a few new friends from this, and I couldn't be any happier with the progress I made.

I began this stuff on the notion that no one will read these, but it'd be better to document these sorta things just for fun. Little did I know, a little over 35 followers later, that people would enjoy what I made and the info I share, even if some of it is... somewhat peculiar. The support I've gotten from the community is unreal, and it's genuinely appreciated that you guys care so much. Even you reading this means a lot to me.

Thanks guys. Happy Halloween. Hope you enjoyed the show.

#halloween #schezo puyo puyo #madou monogatari #puyo puyo #sega #waku waku puyo puyo dungeon #arle nadja #witch puyo puyo #witch #puyoposting #Schezo wegey #puyo puyo tetris #This all could've been told by saying shes a simp but we enjoy writing here #japanese translation

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You can ignore this NSFW Request if you want! NSFW With Haruomi Shingu,after meet our FemReader in Club Paradox (dunno how she got in though) and they get spark together,even with Haruomi's expressionless face as she is good at reading emotions by peoples eyes and gestures. Breeding/Daddy kink~

Writer's corner: Oh.. That's actually interesting! I hope you'll like what I wrote for you! Let me know if there's anything you want me to change, sweetheart! Enjoy~♥

mc's pronouns: SHE/HER

Words: 1205

Warnings: NSFW, Breeding/Daddy kink, unprotected sex... (PLEASE, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT)

⭐"𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝~"⭐

"I swear, bestie! You're gonna like Club Paradox a lot!"

That's what your best friend had told you, quite forcing you to join them at Club Paradox. As what they told you, Club Paradox was a place where teams of rappers had battles, using their phantometals and facing each other to gain the title of the greatest and legendary rappers' team. You really didn't know anything about it, but even if you didn't, you couldn't say no to your friend so you decided to join them at least once and to follow them to Club Paradox. You were a normal girl, actually. You really didn't know about phantometals, nor about rappers and the underground. Luckily your life was particularly normal, and you got 100% certain about it as you entered the Club's door, walking exactly next to your friend and seeing tons of different people around you. You could see people smoking, other people making out and others even talking about rappers' teams. You were so disorientated that you could only follow your friend and listen to what they told you about the whole situation. You could even notice people from the underground or the slums walking through the crowds and getting to the stage. Many rappers' teams having aggressive looks at their surroundings and cracking their own fingers. They all looked quite intimidating.

"They're so sure to be able to beat Buraikan... I'm sure they won't, though! Chisei and Haruomi are too strong!", your friend said crossing their arms and smirking, proud of their favourite team. You smiled softly and kept looking around until your eyes met a man's ones. That man had long dark hair and golden piercing eyes. He was looking straight at you while his back was on the wall, his arms crossed. He had an empty and cold expression but you could see a warm light coming out of his eyes. He looked... different from all those jerks around. Among all those aggressive and proud rappers.. he looked different, quite elegant almost! You couldn't help but open your eyes wide and blush slightly while startling at the thought that he had noticed you looking back at him. You felt something strange inside your chest.. an unusual and new warmth spreading in your heart, your breath catching into your throat and becoming suddenly heavy.. Was it..

Was it love at first sight? Do you believe about it, y/n?

You didn't know.. Yet, without even realizing how, you were between his arms now. You were alone with him into the storage room. Your best friend and Chisei didn't know where you both were, but.. who cared? He was holding you tightly, against his bare chest, on his lap, while caressing your back and sliding his hands under your clothes. But.. Who cared?? He was biting your neck, leaving red marks, his warm but comforting breath against your neck and his throat softly leaving groans, while his hands were still looking for your skin under your clothes, gently and slowly- but with decision- taking off your shirt. But.. who cared?? There was a sexual tension between you both and it was evident from the strength and dominance he was using to pin you against the wall.. from the way he was pressing your thighs while holding your body against his own. His hands were still sliding under your clothes, occasionally taking off some part of your clothing, your cute bra showing...

"Call me daddy...", his low voice whispered to your ear, while his warm hands massaged your thighs until they took off the rest of your clothing. But you didn't stop him.. why? Let's be honest.. Who cared that you didn't stop him?! I mean.. You didn't want to stop him..

"D-Daddy...", you panted, feeling his hands exploring your body and reaching spots that you even didn't know you had. Some sweat started appearing on your forehead as he kept kissing you, tracing a sweet path of kisses down your neck, reaching the middle of your chest and occasionally licking your breasts. You could feel his warm breath against your bare chest, his lips and tongue admiring and loving you like nobody else had done before. You panted again and slightly startled as you noticed him unzipping his own trousers. You stopped him, putting your hands on his bare chest. You could see desire and lustful lights on his eyes, some drops of sweat slowly falling down his neck and forehead. 

"What, y/n..? You don't want to go on..?", he whispered, cupping your face with his warm hands. You looked back at his eyes, a slight blush spreading on your face. You shook your head: "It's... It's not that I don't want to, but... should we use a... condom..?", your voice was soft and showed a slight hint of innocence, your lips still trembling. His hands were delicate, as if he was holding a fragile angel. He chuckled with a soft but sly smile before starting kissing you passionately again: "We don't need one.. Let's take the risk." He came back to massage your body, his hands looking for the right spot to make you feel really good. You couldn't help but felt weak between his arms, especially when his right hand reached the deepest part of you. You gasped and startled softly, closing your eyes and couldn't stop yourself from letting a soft moan in response. 

"It's... It's in, d-daddy...!", you panted closing your eyes as you felt that, yes.. he had put it in already. Your bodies were already locked and he was moving it in and out, panting and sweating, holding you on his lap. His lips were next to your ear as he slightly chuckled and whispered: "You feel so good, my baby girl... Tell daddy that you want more... tell daddy that you want him into you.. tell daddy that you want it so bad~". You still had a slight blush on your face, your bodies were still one against the other one, moving against each other with desire and lustful thoughts. Haruomi wanted you so bad... He wanted to take the risk to make you his and to mark you as his forever. He kept repeating that sentence, whispering it with a seductively tone to your ear until you panted, answering him: "Y-Yes, daddy..! I.. I want it so bad.. I want you.. I.. I want it so bad..!!". He chuckled softly in your ear, keeping your body pressed against his, his member into you with dominance: "Good girl~". The pace of your bodies moving got stronger, rougher and faster until you both reached your limits.. until you reached the peak of the pleasure. You both let some more moans and then you could feel something new into you... something you had never felt before.. You blushed at the realization and sighed, leaning your exhausted body on his, while he was still into you.

"How did it feel?... Did it.. hurt?...", he suddenly showed a caring tone, even if his piercing golden eyes were still cold as usual. You shook your head as to say no, while keeping it on the crook of his neck, your bodies still interlocked. "Good girl...", he then whispered, patting your head.

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StarkerFestivals Summer Bingo 2022 - Incubus

Warnings: mentions of death, a mother watches her son give a blowjob in a clinical, supervisory way.

Word Count: 2k

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"But mama please, I'm so hungry," Peter whines, stamping his foot. "If you’re going to ground me, at least let me have a little bite."

"No, Peter," Natasha says sternly. "That's what you get for draining your last feeder dry. You can't keep killing off all your meals, sweetheart. The humans will start asking questions."

"Ugh, so says the Black Widow. Killing your sex-meals is literally your thing," Peter grumbles, referring to his succubus mother by the moniker given to her by New York City's supernatural underground. "You won’t let me go out with Ned and MJ. You won’t let me have some of your food. I’m wasting away. I can't believe you would deprive your only son like thi-"

Natasha narrows her eyes and grips the boy's chin, making him look up at her. "Last time you went on your little binge-orgy with Ned and MJ, you killed two people and left five more in the hospital. You can stand to go without a meal for a few days with how much you eat.”

Peter glares petulantly at her.

“And James is my feeder, little one,” Natasha continues. “I've kept him alive and healthy and… mostly whole all these years despite feeding off him regularly because, contrary to popular belief, I am careful and patient with my pets. I'll be damned if I let you fuck him dry just because you're an insatiable little slut."

Peter decides to change his tactics. His lower lip trembles a little as he blinks up at his mother, softening his wide eyes, playing the kicked-puppy-dog card now.

“Lilu, grant me patience,” Natasha sighs with equal parts affection and exasperation. She relinquishes her grip and brushes Peter's curls back off his forehead. "Fine. You can go out and hunt tonight, my little spider. Find a nice hearty meal, but bring it home. Show Mama that you can take care of this one and I’ll let you keep gallivanting the city with Ned and MJ. Okay?"

Peter grins, nodding, already thinking of his favourite hunting grounds.

--

Peter sits at the bar, letting his pheromones gently permeate through the club like an insidious fog, pulsating like the heavy beats of the booming trap music. He sticks a cigarette between his lips and the bartender is instantly in his space with a lighter.

Peter smiles prettily at him as he sucks the filter, but turns away as soon as the cigarette is lit. The bartender is a young, twenty-something with earnest eyes, an eyebrow piercing, and dark tattoos smattering the forearms revealed by his rolled up sleeves. He’s hot, sure, but he’s just a snack. Peter is looking for a full-course meal. A specimen that would make it worth his while to take home and coddle, just to pacify his hard-ass mother.

Peter leans back, elbows on the bar, slender legs crossed as he surveys the club. The lust coming off of the gyrating bodies on the dancefloor and the people huddled close to talk above the noise of the music makes Peter’s mouth water and his cock throb.

There’s a trick he’s been learning. If he pumps out his pheromones just so, he can make the humans around him so drunk and high with arousal that it almost paralyzes them, not unlike a venomous spider’s neurotoxin. It doesn’t just discourage his prey from fleeing, it makes them taste so much better. If he leans his head back and closes his eyes and concentrate hard enough, he could probably render everyone in this club into an orgasmic trance and swallow all their pleasured moans.

Peter sways a little in his seat, head tilting back and forth. He’s getting so horny, body thrumming with pent up energy. The atmosphere in this place is making him restless, itching to move, to give chase. But he’s not a lion, who hunts by stalking its prey, hidden in the tall grass. He’s more like a jaguar perched strategically on a tree, or a spider in its web, waiting for prey to approach. And then, strike.

“Hey there, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?”

Peter sticks the cigarette in his mouth and eyes the man critically. Late-thirties, tall, brown hair, boxed beard, cocky blue eyes. Handsome. But not the one.

“No, thank you,” Peter says sweetly, giving just the briefest flash of his fangs.

The man stumbles back a little, blinking, certain that the dark lighting of the club is playing with his mind. For a moment he thought the pretty young thing at the bar looked like something… monstrous. He retreats quickly, the prey animal in him overtaking his higher functions.

A few minutes after the unlucky (or very lucky) man ambles off, the bartender taps Peter on the shoulder, sliding a martini his way.

“From the gentleman in VIP,” he says.

Peter looks over to where he’s pointing.

There, in an area cordoned off by red stanchion velvet, a man raises his drink to Peter. He’s wearing an expensive three-piece suit that looks tailor-made to his broad shoulders and toned torso. His dark hair and neatly-trimmed goatee are speckled with grey, and he’s got a lovely, confident smirk curling his mouth that Peter wants to devour in a kiss.

Oh yes, this’ll do very nicely.

--

Peter is straddling the man’s lap in no time, grinding slowly, swaying like a charmed snake.

“What’s your name?” Peter murmurs. He and the man are trading drags from the same cigarette. Every exhale of smoke from Peter’s lips is laced with venom and as it wafts over the man’s face, and Peter can see those pretty eyes get darker and darker with barely-restrained lust.

“Tony Stark.”

“Wanna take me home, Tony Stark?”

--

Tony whistles as he follows Peter into the vast foyer of a luxury brownstone.

“This is your place?” he asks, looking around, taking in the opulent interior. “It’s nice.”

“It’s my mom’s place,” Peter replies, taking Tony by the hand and leading him up the stairs, into his bedroom.

“Does she live here too?”

“You don’t have to worry about her.” Peter wraps his arms around the older man’s neck and pulls him down for a deep kiss.

Tony surrenders to it immediately, swept away the moment Peter’s lips touch his.

Peter drinks in his prey with leisurely sips. He can taste Tony’s sexual history and experience in each kiss. The man is the kind of lover who fucks the way incubi feed, by taking pleasure in giving pleasure. Peter’s favourite kind. Peter pulses out his venom-laced pheromones with every press of his tongue against Tony’s, feeling the human fall soft and pliable beneath his touch.

The bedroom door opens and Peter pulls away.

Tony’s eyes are fully dilated, gaze fixated on Peter’s face, completely enamoured. He shows no signs of having heard the door open, or even notices the person entering with the loud clicking of their boots against the hardwood floors.

Natasha crosses the room and approaches the couple.

“Peter,” she admonishes, studying her son’s prey. “How old is it? I asked you to find yourself a good pet. This one looks like he could barely last two feeds.”

“But mama, he’s so handsome! I really like this one!” Peter rests his head on Tony’s shoulder, pouting. The man, still looking like he hasn’t noticed the presence of another person in the room, leans down to bury his face Peter’s hair, breathing in deep like he’s drunk on the scent. “May I keep him, please? He’s strong and can last long, you’ll see. And I promise to take care of him.”

“Fine,” Natasha sighs, taking a seat at Peter’s vanity, crossing her legs. “Show me and I’ll let you keep him.”

Peter makes a delighted sound as he does a little twirl to kiss Tony on the mouth. The man responds immediately, pulling Peter in by the waist, deepening the kiss, letting himself be drugged even further with every touch of Peter’s tongue on his. Peter coaxes the lust to settle into every cell of Tony’s body, feeling the blood vessels open up beneath his skin, heating him up, making him hard.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” Peter whispers wickedly. He sinks to his knees, running his hands down Tony’s chest as he goes until they come to a rest on the man’s belt buckle. Peter mouths at the bulge over the fabric of Tony’s pants as he unclasps the belt and undoes the buttons.

Tony lets out a low, shuddering sigh and sinks his fingers into Peter’s curls.

Peter takes Tony’s cock in hand and looks up at him, smiling when he sees the human watching him completely dazed and mesmerized. “Will you be a good boy for me?” Peter murmurs, running his tongue up the length of Tony’s shaft, keeping eye contact the whole time.

Tony’s voice is so spellbound it’s almost flat in tone when he replies, “anything for you. Whatever you want.”

There’s an approving hum from the corner of the room and Peter is reminded that he’s still being watched and evaluated.

Peter sucks the tip of Tony’s cock for a few moments, swirling his tongue around the head, enjoying the taste, before taking in the whole length to the root. Peter closes his eyes, moans at how well the man’s cock fills his mouth, how perfectly it settles by his throat.

Peter sinks into a gentle rhythm, bobbing his head, one hand coming up to stimulate Tony’s balls while the other strokes the base of his shaft in tandem with the cocksucking. Tony is grunting and heaving above him, hips twitching occasionally, fingernails biting into Peter’s scalp but not quite pushing, only because Peter hasn’t said he could.

Peter laps up and drinks in every wave of lust seeping from the human he’s pleasuring. Tony’s arousal tastes richer than his usual meals, like the most decadent dulce de leche in alfajores. Sweet, melt-in-his-mouth delicious. Peter feels his own arousal throbbing as he feeds, taking in Tony’s lust into his own. On his knees, he squirms, feeling the ache between his legs. He grips Tony’s thighs as he fellates him harder, deeper, to quench the fire of hunger licking in his guts.

His mother does have a point, Peter must admit. Self-control isn’t his strong suit. Tony tastes absolutely exquisite. The lust-crazed, animalistic part of Peter wants to suck him dry until there’s nothing left of him.

But his mother is still watching. Another time, then.

Tony’s grip in Peter’s hair tightens, his body stiffening. Peter gives the twitching cock in his mouth a warm, wet suction to buck up into and then the human spills with a strangled cry, emptying a portion of his life force for Peter to swallow.

Peter sits back on his haunches, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes are bright red from the feed. Mmm, that was yummy. Peter immediately wants another taste.

Natasha gets up from her seat and walks over to them with a clacking of her boots. She presses two fingers to Tony’s jugular, assessing his condition. Satisfied, she nods. “Pulse strong and steady.” She turns to leave the room. “If I come back later tonight and he’s dead, you’re still grounded,” she warns before closing the door behind her.

Peter jumps to his feet, grinning at his new pet. “Take off your clothes,” he orders.

Tony obeys, still with that glazed, empty look on his face, breathing deeply as he comes down from his orgasm. Once he’s naked, he lets himself be pushed backwards by Peter’s small hands until he’s flat on his back on the king-size bed.

Peter straddles the man, leaning down for a kiss, coaxing tendrils of arousal to seep from his meal and swallowing them down. He reaches between their bodies to take Tony’s cock, fully hard once more from just a mere touch of Peter’s hand, and directs it to his hole. He’s slicked up already from his natural lubricant. “Aahhh,” Peter sighs, feeling his lust-hunger abate slightly at being filled up with a fat cock. He rides his delicious new pet, hard and slow. He tastes so good. Peter thinks he wouldn’t mind taking this one on as a proper feeder, savouring this rich delicacy for a while.

--

@starkerfestivals

#starker #SFSummerBingo22 #starkerfestivalsevents #starker moodboard #marsha's moodboard #nff #marsha writes

[bobohu4eva]

hiya! i'm not sure if you're taking requests at all but i've had this one baekhyun thought on my mind for so long and i'm desperately trying to find someone who can write it for me! 😭

this comes specifically from listening to unholy.. idk what it is about that song but it gives the perfect vibes for this scenario in my opinion.

baekhyun is the very rich owner of a big branch of strip clubs and bars stretching across the country. he's known internationally and has a reputation for always being well-dressed and devilishly handsome. all the dancers and staff in his establishments talk about him, especially when they're anticipating his arrival since he often visits these clubs to meet the new dancers. rumours have spread about why he is still single despite being so hot and having so much money. after all, who wouldn't want him? many refer to him as a 'cold-hearted ceo' in suspicion that this is the reason why nobody has managed to seduce him yet.

the reader is an underground dancer, hiding her talents in the shadows, until a friend of hers asks her desperately to cover for her at her work. the reader doesn't know much about this club, only the name and the rough location. still, she wants to help her friend out and she needs the extra cash, so she agrees and turns up at this club with a bag of clothes and makeup.

typically, this is the night that ceo baekhyun is visiting this specific club. he hears about a 'surprise act' taking place later on in the evening, a new dancer filling in for the usual, and it piques his interest a little. this isn't something that usually happens, so he stays to watch.

because the reader isn't comfortable stripping down completely as that isn't the kind of dance she's used to, it's a new kind of performance that the club hasn't seen before. it's full of mystery and tease, the reader gives it her all and locks eyes with baekhyun at the front of the crowd, not realising he's the ceo. everyone else knows of course, so they're all shocked when she leans forward in her dance and takes his tie in her hand, smirking deviously. it's safe to say that baekhyun is intrigued by her and what she's bringing to the table. she rakes in so much money for the club that night too, the numbers are insane. all because she wouldn't give the audience everything they wanted (and because she's such an amazing dancer ofc).

that's all i've been imagining for the most part. i'm not sure if this would work better as a smut oneshot or a series with pining involved? i think if you're interested in writing this, it'd be up to you! for a series i'm imagining baekhyun tries to hire her but she refuses, and then when he offers her a ton of money she almost caves because she needs it. baekhyun can't stop thinking about her and he so badly wants a private dance, he wants her all to himself 😵‍💫

- 🍊

OKAY.... I wasn't originally gonna go for this but the recent teasers have made me consider things a bit differently 🥴 like the vibe just fits I know you know what I mean like those teasers are CRAZY however since I have already done a stripper AU I would do things a little differently, maybe instead of a chain of strip clubs, a high end burlesque lounge? Something more akin to the Movie w Cher? She's a new hire and has some kind of special talent that makes her stand out, etc. etc.

[outrunningthedark]

You're completely right about Buck being the center of attention, which is why I always thought if they're not doing Buddie, they'd make his endgame someone Abby-like. Meaning she was another first responder and they could find a way to incorporate her in ways away from Buck, so his storylines away from work wasn't dominated by his relationship only, since he's the only main they allow to have significant relationships with everyone lol

Yep, yep, yep. Something would need to change. If you look at the two relationships (really one and a half) after Ali, the girlfriend who wasn't given anything to do with the firefam, the show first *tried* to make Taylor seem relevant by having her report on/investigate things the firefam was involved in (Sue and Tracie's cases, the treasure hunt, the hacker, husband buried underground, Jonah, blah blah blah). Because BT weren't at the kids or marriage stage of the relationship, their convos were centered around what they witnessed on the job, and usually at the same time (after all, crossing paths on scene in 4x08 is what brought them together again). Then a spot at the 118 firehouse opens up with Eddie on leave and unlike Lena's transfer that did not lead to romance (even tho R was waiting for it, lmao), Buck (ofc) ends up kissing a female firefighter that just so happens to be his new teammate. Everyone has their own opinion about what BL meant or was supposed to mean in 5B, but with the way the co-show runner was willing to look ahead to a future where Lucy's family life could be explored...IMO, it's clear that she was hoping the audience would welcome Lucy and make that dynamic an easy sell. No need to make up reasons for two people to interact when they have the same career.

With Natalia, her occupation as a death doula fit what Buck was dealing with in s6 - Lev's death and final words + the lingering trauma in the aftermath of Daniel's passing. 6x15 explained that she actually had helped him work through some of his feelings, so okay. Purpose served. (And when it comes to the argument that "we should have seen this convo if it was meant to be impactful"...the Buddie talk wouldn't have been necessary then. Which would you have preferred? I think it was a form of compromise, tbh.) But now? What is there for them to do? Michael and Karen don't need to be part of the first responder club because their time with Athena (and Bobby) and Hen has been about the family dynamic or health problems that affect both sides (Michael's cancer, Hen's mental health, Karen almost dying). Does Natalia being there for the birth of the bio baby mean anything? (Did they want it to originally?) Because if not, it feels like she'll either undergo a change of heart re: her direction in life or be swapped out for another that is able to contribute to the overall story.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #evan buckley #911 speculation

[mymoonspace22]

Moon Slave, Pt 1. (Monsta X Mini-Fic)

By: Artemis B. 🥀

Genre: romance, friendship, werewolf au, monsta x fanfiction, short fanfic, light reading, angst, sobrenatural, magic, sobrenatural au, hyungwon x female oc, hyungwon centric, vampire changkyun, shaman kihyun, wizard minhyuk, vampire wonho, human shownu, human jooheon, werewolf hyungwon x human oc.

Warning: strong language, blood, slight body horror, trauma.

Note: No ships, No smut (sorry)

Please read:

This is my first time sharing something like this, be nice, take care of me, please. Also is a part 1 of 3 parts. And last but not least, English is NOT my first language, hope you enjoy your reading~♡

_______________________

6 and a half months ago.

He left at 3am that night, he was supposed to show up at the club until 11, but things dragged on. Not that he cared, he got paid extra anyway.  What he does worry about is a certain person who is waiting for him at home, he promised her that he would arrive at 11:30. He mentally cursed himself for having broken that promise for the fifth time that month.

He put his things in his backpack, adjusted his jacket, and took out his headphones while he got on his motorcycle. He was going to text her but his cell phone started ringing, so he answered quickly.

 –Youngmin-ah, listen, I'm sorry, really, I'm going to...

 "Are you okay? You weren't answering your phone" a sweet and feminine voice spoke to him from the other line. Hyungwon narrowed his eyes, feeling more guilty.

 

-Sorry, he extended the show. I'm going home now.– He apologized again.

–Sorry to keep you up so late.

"It's okay, love. The good thing is that you're coming, I'll wait for you, come carefully" she replied full of understanding. He mentally scolded himself, feeling that he was abusing her kindness.

-I'm coming soon.

"Take your time and be careful, it's really dark outside."  She asked a little worried about his safety.

–Sure, don't worry, I know a shortcut.

 "Hyungwon ~ carefully" she reminded him with a warning tone.

–Of course, I'm always careful.  See you at home, honey. – he assured her, laughing a little.

They both hung up, Hyungwon turned on loud music on his headphones, put on his helmet and started the bike.  Youngmin, Hyungwon's girlfriend, has been living with him for almost a year. She is a Cosmetology student and works part-time at a makeup store. She has a busy schedule, but she always makes time for her boyfriend.

On the other hand, Hyungwon, who is a few years older, is an underground DJ, he performs in different clubs inside and outside the city, someone recognized among the partying community, but he always has problems in his schedule, as his times fluctuate irregularly.  Luckily, his girlfriend is very patient and kind, which makes him feel like trash every time he keeps her up or makes her wait.

He is not good with the times, he is very clumsy, funny, sweet with his girlfriend, and quite stubborn. He has a hard time obeying what she tells him, like now, because he ignored his girlfriend and obviously took a shortcut.  "At least I'll try to cushion the blow a bit by coming faster" he thought with good intentions, he just wanted to make his girl happy, without understanding that she's already happy like that.

The cold streets were desolate, but the path that he had taken, through the trees, was even more desolate.  You could only hear the sound of the motorcycle and the crickets, even though it was 3 in the morning the moon was at its highest point, full, white and bright.  Its light filtered through the dense tree tops, giving some light to the dark path.

Hyungwon was going fast on the road, he had already taken it many times, but not so late.  He was wearing both headphones, causing him not to hear the rapid and heavy footsteps through the bushes, nor the prominent growl that an animal emitted, much less when the creature prepared to jump.

Out of nowhere, a huge animal jumped in front of Hyungwon causing him to skid and fall off his bike, but it collided with his body hard before hitting the ground.  Hyungwon rolled through the bushes together with that animal until he received a push, he was thrown through the air until he was smashed against a tree. The blow left him breathless and he could swear he heard something break, maybe his bones.  The blows and impact stunned him, and he fell to his side, gasping for air.

He tried to focus his sight but he could only see a huge black blurry thing destroying his motorcycle, he let out a loud gasp, feeling that he was choking on something: blood.

He began to cough hard, spitting up the thick crimson liquid, his body ached, but his chest also burned, he felt that he must have been cut, perhaps the animal scratched him.  His heart skipped a beat when he saw two yellow dots looking at him in the distance, the animal had seen him, observed him, analyzed him, until, letting out a loud growl, it pounced on him.  Hyungwon began to scream and sob, trying with all his might to shake it off, but the animal clung to his right shoulder in a ferocious bite, drawing a heartrending cry from the poor black-haired man.  The animal kept on squeezing no matter how the young man writhed in its grasp, the creature seized him where he was, and continued, feeling the boy's blood fill his fauses.

The boy was already on the verge of fainting, he felt how his strength was leaving him. He was going to die, and the last thing he would see would be the moon, full, vibrant, far away.

 –Young...Youngmin...-ah...– he called out to her in his dying breath.

When he felt that all was lost, he heard a plaintive wail from the huge animal followed by gunshots.  The pressure on his shoulder was released and he fell to the ground like a rag doll, the animal having apparently fled, snarling and howling piteously.

"Don't let it escape!" He heard a male scream and several footsteps and shouts.

Someone approached him and moved him a bit, however, Hyungwon couldn't focus on anything anymore.

–Boy, are you alright? Hyungwon-ah?  Stay with me, hey, hey!

He was the uncle of his friend Hyunwoo, a policeman and undercover mercenary.  He was trying to keep him conscious, but so much pain sent him into the darkness of unconsciousness.

He thought he was dead, he thought he wouldn't make it, everything after the attack was a blur in his memory.  He had survived, everything had happened, Youngmin and his friends had taken care of him in his recovery, his rapid recovery.  Everything was fine, until it wasn't. 

Hyungwon could not deny the tension that was in the air every time the attack was mentioned, and that is that, out of nowhere, Hyunwoo's uncle informed him what he feared: he had been bitten by a lycan on a night with a full moon , and he survived, which means...

 "You're infected with the virus, Hyungwon, now you're a lycan." The gravity with which those words sank into his chest was great, but the worst was yet to come.

The next 3 months were strange and horrible, his personality changed, his mood changed, his aura, everything about him changed, his vibe no longer had that glow that he had before.  He was having sudden fits of anger, certain primitive needs and desires very foreign to him, which affects both him and those around him.

However, the transformations have been the worst of all, he doesn't control himself, he doesn't think, he doesn't distinguish;  Coming to affect his relationship with Youngmin, because he feels that he is a danger to her.  The brunette always looked at him understandingly and with wide eyes filled with wonder at his determination to improve, even though he fails every time he tries and has to start from scratch.

Yet he couldn't deny that she was distraught, quite a bit, and still is, like everyone else.  The black-haired man has not only shown himself as an ordinary lycan, as his wolf changes every full moon, becomes stronger, more dominant, more powerful, and shows himself more frequently in his human form, which fills her with anxiety and the thought that perhaps he is losing himself.

It was the morning after that awful moon of the previous month, that the brunette noticed something unusual, because Hyungwon, even after passing his transformation, was acting strange.

 -Love?  Hyungwon?  Honey? – She called him several times shaking his shoulders but she didn't get an answer.

When she looked into his eyes, she gasped in anguish when she saw that they were amber and his mouth was slightly open, making no sound.

 –Hyungwon?  Can you hear me?  Woonie?  Love?

_____________________________

Present Day.

The blond man snapped his fingers in front of the younger. 

–Hey, Chae Hyungwon!

–Oh! Huh? – the black-haired man came out of his reverie, blinking several times. –Something happened? Did you say something?

–I've been calling you for a while. What has you so distracted? – the older man asked with a frown.

–Oh, sorry Kihyun hyung. I was just… thinking.– He avoided his gaze, embarrassed, playing with the food in front of him.

–You're not fooling me, you were thinking something sad– he answered, narrowing his eyes, he knows him very well.

–Of course not– he denied nervously.

–Were you thinking about the tragedy of six months ago?–  Changkyun, the youngest of all, asked tactlessly.

–Well…– Hyungwon huffed, leaving the chopsticks aside, he wasn't craving the cake anymore.

–If you put it that way, it sounds sad, Changkyun. I prefer "incident" if you don't mind.

–Yes, of course... I'm sorry– the minor quickly apologized, lowering his gaze to his weird "tomato juice".

–I don't think calling it that way changes the fact that it's been a somewhat...sad experience– Hyunwoo pointed out a bit cautiously.

–True, true... but there is something called: Sensitivity, Hyunwoo, hyung– Kihyun scolded him with a bad face.

–Empathy, too– Jooheon pointed out, looking down at his hands.

–He's not being apathetic, he's being realistic– Hoseok chimed in, picking up his coffee to take a long sip.

–Thank you Hoseok. That. The faster you accept it, the better.– Hyunwoo explained again.

–It's been six months now.

–Almost 7– Minhyuk intervened but Kihyun gave him a scolding look, even though he's younger.

–But who counts them? Right? – He laughed nervously until he closed his mouth.

–I know, I know.– Hyungwon sank deeper into his seat, feeling more miserable.

–Come on Hyungwon-ah, I know it's hard, but you have to do your part and accept...

–Do my part?!– Those words ignited the anger contained within the minor, who stamped his hands against the table.

Everyone got startled, but they noticed that more than angry, he looked hurt.

–Do you think I'm not doing my part?– he asked, his voice failing him.

–Last time I almost attacked Youngmin!

–That was because she had the bad idea to enter when you were transforming, something that won't happen again. And of course you do your part, but it's not enough.

–My God, Hyung!– The black-haired man ran a hand through his hair, blinking several times to keep from crying.

-What else do you want from me?

–It's not what I want, it's what you should do.– He answered softly, but firmly.

–Well, what should I do?– he asked, fed up with the situation.

–Accept.

–I already accepted that my life has become a mess since I was bitten by a werewolf.

–Lycan. And not. That's not what I mean, Hyungwon. That's why you don't progress. – he crossed his arms looking at him fixedly.

-I don't understand you.

–Me neither, so please, elaborate.– Kihyun also asked him to rephrase, now everyone is looking at him carefully.

–What I want to say is that until you accept that it is part of you, you will continue at war with yourself, you must accept it.

-Accept what?

–Your wolf,– Hyungwon snorted in disbelief.

–I know I'm human and maybe I don't fully understand how you feel, but my uncle and I have been around werewolves and lycans for many years to understand their mannerism. You must accept that this "beast" is also you.

-I'm. Not. That. Thing. – He replied clenching his teeth and emphasizing each sentence, he refuses to accept THAT as part of him. However, his eyes were showing the creature that lives inside his being, taking on that yellowish tone that bothers him so much.

Hyunwoo just looked at him impassively, ignoring the restlessness of his companions.

–You'll only hurt yourself more,– he warned him seriously.

–I think he's right, Hyungwon, you have to learn to…– Hyungwon didn't let Changkyun finish, he clapped his palms together loudly, the twinkle in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a strong headache. So he gave up.

–You know what? I'm leaving. – he said with a muffled voice, standing up.

–Wh...what? No, hey, don't go. – Kihyun asked him while holding his forearm.

–Come on Hyungwon hyung, you don't have to be like that, we're trying to help,– Jooheon spoke with a pout, trying not to make him go away.

–Besides, today is my last day here, come on~

–I'm sorry, Jooheon, but I don't feel well,– he replied with a downcast look.

-Headache?

–Yes, Hoseok. A migraine.– He spoke something dry.

-But...

–Let him go, Kihyun, he's not feeling well.– Hyunwoo asked the blond, as he settled in better, staring at the black-haired man.

Hyungwon looked at him for a second and then looked away. He felt that tickle, that restlessness, that discomfort of being trapped in his own skin. "The full moon, it's close, dammit" he cursed inside his mind as he gathered his things.

–I'll call you guys later, guys. Safe trip Jooheon-ah– he gave them a small and awkward smile before walking out the door of the cozy cafe, leaving the six young men concerned for his well-being.

End of part 1.

#hyungwon monsta x #monsta x hyungwon #monsta x #fanfiction #monsta x fanfic #werewolf au #monsta x shownu #monsta x jooheon #monsta x minhyuk #monsta x changkyun #monsta x kihyun #lycan #lycanthrope #magic au #oc character #kpop fanfic #short story #werewolf x human #werewolves #my thoughts #monsta x wonho #vampire #hunter #wattpad #inkitt #lost control

[rcksmith]

Mine — Kaz Brekker

(photo not mine)

Requests: “9 from the fluff prompts with Kaz brekker please? It could be where they're keeping it a secret and it slips out? Thanks”

“Could you possibly do a kaz brekker and reader imagine where they are both like in their mid twenties. Number 9 from the fluff prompts “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" "No, that girl is my wife”, I could just imagine him with the smuggest grin saying it. Your a very good writer and thank you if you decide to write this.”

“Could I get a kaz brekker x reader secret relationship with fluff prompts 5, 7, 12, and 14 please?”

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

7. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of fights, mention of post-traumatic stress, fluff too.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like. I changed some details a little, hope you don't mind

Normal Rules. Smut Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you❤️

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Fissure. That's what mercenaries, thieves, assassins and his enemies were looking for. A fissure to drive Kaz Brekker to ruin. Burn his empire, wood for wood, until there is nothing left but funeral ashes swept away by the winter wind. Even the most infinitesimal fissure would ensure that his enemies infiltrate, like hungry parasites, into the heart of the dungeon of his deepest secrets. Swallowing, absorbing, any hint of what could do the infamous the Bastard of the Barrel down to his own knees.

And Kaz Brekker feared that if they looked into the most secluded corner of his dungeons, where it was reserved to hide the greatest truths of his soul, they would find the one only thing to beg on his knees for would be something he would do without hesitation.

You.

You were like the last summer solstice in a world ruled by darkness, cold and empty. Which he kept in a chest locked with seven chains.

If he had to describe you with the five senses, Brekker would remind that, when he was in the bitter cold of the ocean, clutching the stiffness of dead and putrefying flesh like a lifeboat, a ray of sunshine, warm as the summer, it opened up through the thunderclouds and came down to his face, warming that spot of skin like a kiss from the sun.

And it would be with that memory that he would describe you.

Kaz Brekker shouldn't have fallen in love with you. He was the person who most understood the disastrous consequences if he let himself get carried away by the way his heart sped up whenever he saw you. If he allowed herself to taste the way all of your heat radiated into his body and made him feel alive. But he fell in love.

Everything was all too much. The feeling of life every time you said his name, like a devotion, something religious, lyrical. The sweetness in your eyes, the warm voice. Everything had been too much.

And what should he do? Tell you he missed you every time you went on a mission? Saying that he were jealous and envy of Jesper because the man managed to make you laugh with a silly joke and hug you tight, something Kaz still hadn't been able to do? Tell you it was almost religious the way he venerated your smile? Of course not. Because all these things would have been sensible, and Kaz couldn't do anything sensible around you.

Because when he saw life offering him, with such joy, the one thing that had been denied him all his life, and that he swore never to crave, his first impulse was anger. Stupid, irrational anger.

So, for the first few moments, his entire reaction to you had been cold, distant, almost avoidant. Because the way his whole body shook in hot spasms when, in that summery tone, you called his name, it was too much for Kaz to handle.

“Kaz!” You call, one night.

He heard your voice from across the crow club, and had to close his eyes tightly at the way his heart leapt in his chest.

"Hey, hey." You appeared beside him, your cheeks chased away by coral red, the happy smile and the sparkle in your eyes as someone who have the path to true happiness. "Jessy said you were wanting to find a new way to invade that bank."

Oh perfect. In the same way his body exalted when he heard the sound of your name and your lips, hearing you call Jesper by that infernal nickname had a much more destabilizing effect. And fierce.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at you, in a nonchalant gesture but inviting you to keep talking.

“I happen to know of an underground path.” For an instant, the pride in your smile made Kaz want to smile too. “You and I can put together a map today and we'll be right tomorrow to go.”

That was one of the times Kaz should have made some dry, disinterested, trivial comment, something that made you not want to spend time with him, something that made you turn around and walk away. He should have turned around and left. He had done this over a thousand times with other people and knew it to be one of the best outings.

Still, the acid comment didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.

So, like the idiot he became whenever it came to you, Kaz couldn't help but spend an hour in your company. Even if it resulted in him lying in bed at the end of the day, alone and feeling the guilt gnawing at him more and more.

So, before he even knew it, Kaz was already in his office with you, listening to you chatter about things he knew he should have been paying attention to. But the way the crackling of the fire flames in the fireplace flashed across your face was a distraction of unimaginable proportions.

“Jessy and I…”

“You want to stop.” He found himself saying before he even realized it. “That nickname is already exasperating me.”

“Why? Jealousy?” You joked, oblivious to the truth.

Kaz looked at you like your comment was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to screaming: ‘I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!.’ But he didn't. Instead, the words that came out were:

“No. It's childish and immature, and it doesn't fit with...”

"What if I call you ‘Darling’?” You rested your chin on both palms of your hand, your elbows resting on his desk in his office.

Kaz's heart skipped a beat.

“That way you won't be jealous of Jessy's nickname and…”

“It's not jealousy!” He countered, and too late realized that he didn't disagree in the first instance about the nickname, but about the green color that emanated from his body.

And you didn't let that go either.

Your eyes took on a caustic gleam that you quickly hid, turning to the map on the table and going back to drawing the paths. “Okay, Darling.”

After that night, Kaz's self-control began to crumble.

He gave you death glares whenever you called him that nickname, but he never dared contradict or scold you. Much less deny it. The truth was, the core of his soul wanted this. He wanted every part of your caress warm as summer. He wanted to appreciate how perfect you looked when you called him that way. As if that nickname was born just to be used between you.

Something unique.

Over time, his body's physical reactions began to be stronger, coercive and overwhelming. Kaz felt dry, burning, and you soothed and inflamed him at the same time. You were the breath of peace, and also a glass of hot brandy.

And everything that he once felt dead, frozen or putrefying, slowly began to blossom, reborn and shine.

"Darling." You said, going behind the chair Kaz was sitting in, submerged in the Krisha security system sheets in front of he. “You've been there for hours.”

He ignored you, though his body was all too aware of yours behind him, the way your breath hit the top of his ear, how your heat hit his back like a high summer breeze. Kaz swallowed hard, ordering his eyes to stay on the pages.

“What are you reading?”

Your voice rang out from the top of his head, and Kaz felt his heart race into a cardiac arrhythmia the second your hands went to the back of the chair and your face tilted, chin hovering millimeters from his shoulder, your nose almost brushing his cheek.

Fucking Saints! You were hot! It was as if you had sun bathed, swam in the flames of fire, and been born into the summer.

Kaz lost his breath. His sanity. His soul.

“Do not do this.” His voice was no more than a whisper.

You looked at him, the furs not touching but breath hitting each other's cheeks. Kaz followed your gaze, and suddenly the world subtly turned hot. Pulsing and muffled.

“What?” You whispered, your heart so fast.

This was the time for Kaz to use the touche in a very valid argument. To make you move away as fast as you approached. To nip in the bud any path this interaction between you could take. He should have said about the touch. But he didn't remember. Kaz didn't remember his limitation, his traumas, his demons.

In that second, of insanity and magic, you couldn't do that just because…

"I feel like I cant breathe when I'm around you." He said.

After that day, Kaz realized that life no longer made sense without having you by his side to share it. Money didn't have the same value anymore if you weren't there, the robberies didn't make sense anymore if he couldn't tell you how it was at the end of the day, or have you by his side to fight.

Very quickly, Kaz Brekker realized that he had lost the battle against his own feelings. Loving you was inevitable. And having you close to him was made as essential as breathing. That's when things between the two of you developed faster, more solid, more right. The weeks turned to months, the months to years, and your relationship fortified as gloriously as the hilt of a sword.

Kaz still had very difficult moments with touching, days when a single brush of fur was unbearable and the mention of a kiss was impossible. But you stayed there. Firm and unshakable. Giving your summer smiles,your warm winks, and his nickname that had the power to soothe every nerve in Kaz's body.

However, the more Kaz understand that he was need you to he still live, the deeper he hid any trace of public affection for you. Any clue that could sparked the theory in someone that you were the reason, for Brekker, for the sun rose every morning. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Never.

Kaz Brekker became very aware that his soul was harnessed to yours. And there was nothing in the world that would take you away from he. Not while he lived, and even seven feet from land, Kaz would still find a way to fight for you.

It was a logical decision when he said you two should get married. Kaz was still trying to maintain his serene posture as his soul burned in a fire too eager and excited to make official anything that said you were his. That he had finally managed to have that ray of sunshine in the midst of the atrocious ocean. You, unlike him, exhaled your happiness in excited squeals, little jumps of joy and a passionate, quick kiss on the man in front of you.

And Kaz understood, as perfectly as the sky are blue, that he would do anything, for the rest of his life, to be worthy of that overwhelming happiness that sparkled in yours smiles.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said, feeling himself smile because your happiness for the wedding was exorbitant.

And you, like the little tease you were who loved to make him piss off, smiled even more and hugged him. He love you. Unconditionally.

But, just like the ocean waves, Kaz and you have had your ups and downs. He wasn't a man who had a lot of patience, and you weren't the most obedient, calm woman in the world. You found him exasperating and he found you as stubborn as a door.

"I already said you can't do that!" And there he was, once again, lecturing you because you showed too much affection, in his mind, for him in a public situation.

And, as Kaz fucking Brekker liked to point out, ‘all walls have eyes and ears’.

"We've been together for six years, Kaz!" You tried to keep your blood calm, but you weren't a person to put up with sermons. “Is this going to be our life? Living as if we have the same connection as a boss and an employee?!”

“And what do you want, Y/n?!” He placed both hands on his office desk, looking at you from the other side “Want us to have a party and tell everyone?! Or do you prefer to hang a red target on your chest?!”

"I did not say that!" You were starting to get really angry. “I'm not asking for a billboard saying we're married and you know it! The only thing I'm saying is that you let me choose to sit next to you, take your hand, or tell you I love you when any of us go off on a dangerous mission!"

Kaz shook his head, impassable, his gaze flashing with anger. How did you not realize he was trying to save you?! Save everything you two built, your lives! And all this for what? Walking hand in hand on the street? It was ridiculous!

“This is indisputable!”

“Kaz…”

“I said no!” He slapped his hands on the table.

A less brave woman would have cringed. But not you.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together!”

“And I don't like a fucking girl who complains all the fucking time about something I do to save her! But it feels like I've been put up with it for six years, doesn't it?!”

The words hit you like a slap. Crackling, burning and electrifying. You felt yourself holding your breath and your shoulders instinctively tightening back. The room was silent. Loaded with tension, as if lightning had just hit the ground.

You looked at Kaz in amazement. And he pursed his lips when he realized what he'd said.

“Put up with? And you call me ‘fucking girl’ ?” You repeated, your voice low, serious and in a mixture of hurt and outrage. “Good to know.”

You turned your back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind you hard, making the thud reverberate through the corridors of Kaz's soul.

"Y/n!" He called you, striding to the door "Y/n!"

But when Kaz pulled the doorknob and took a few steps down the hall, it wasn't you he bumped into. It was Nina, trying to hide, in a very terrible way, her curious and shocked expression. In female hands she carried a small stack of documents, probably something important that Kaz needed to check.

He had to check that out. But his eyes, restless and quick, wandered the great hall of the crow club below, watching your figure pass between the bodies, advancing towards the exit.

"Sooo…" Nina started, even though the attention wasn't on her. "Couple fights, right?"

But Kaz didn't think before nodding, trying to get past Nina to catch up with you. But of course the girl wasn't going to let Brekker get away with it that quickly. She was betting with Inej how long you two would pretend to have nothing. And now she was going to get the truth!

"So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" The smile of shock and excitement was wide open on her face.

Kaz muttered a curse, gently pushing the girl aside and moving towards the stairs, aiming to catch up with you. But not before answering:

"No, that girl is my wife!"

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Brian May + Roger Taylor live at the Ocean club, London, UK (with SAS Band and special guests) November 24, 2001

Fan Stories

“There is only one word that can be used to accurately describe the events of Saturday the 24th of November 2001 at the Ocean in Hackney - amazing. Actually, I'm not sure even that does justice to it. The whole evening was just such a fantastic experience, for me and indeed I'm certain for everyone else who was there. The memories - meeting my friends from Queenzone, seeing Brian and Roger on stage together, sitting above the crowd on my brother's shoulders clapping to "Radio Ga Ga" - will live long in my memory I'm sure. Sitting here now, in my brother's flat in Clapham early in the afternoon of the following day, it all seems like some kind of wonderful dream, something almost too special to have actually happened. But it did happen, and so now I'm faced with the task of sorting out the fantastic jumble of memories and thoughts into some kind of readable narrative to try and get across the experience of the evening to those of you who were not fortunate enough to be there, as well as to preserve the experience in my own mind. I guess it all began properly on the Friday, that's when it all seemed real as I made my way up to London in the afternoon on the train. I met my brother at Victoria station and he took me for a few drinks in one of the gay pubs he frequents - where he was surprised to find that I still don't drink alcohol, but never mind. The rest of Friday was spent meeting his two flat-mates and we went out for a Chinese meal before they took me to a couple of clubs - horrible, smoke-filled noisy places. But as I was dragging David along to the Freddie tribute the next day, it seemed only fair that I allow him to show me part of his life beforehand. That and the fact that he was being good enough to put me up for the weekend so I wouldn't end up sleeping in a bank lobby like I had done at Gosport in August... Anyway, that's not what you want to hear about - Saturday is the part you're all interested in, and rightly so. I knew I wouldn't be at The Cock Tavern for two o'clock to meet up with Eggy, Raspy, Bob, YourValentine and everyone else from the 'Zone who was going to be there, as David had arranged for us to meet for lunch with his friend Philip, but I was still hopeful of putting in an appearance at the pub at some point before they all left. David and I met Philip for lunch and then went around some very... 'interesting' shops, before we started our journey to Hackney using the delights of the London underground and over ground railway services, eventually arriving just after four o'clock. The Cock Tavern was easy to find, a walk straight down the road from the station. As soon as we walked in, I was greeted by Eggy and Sonya, who I would like to assure everyone is even prettier in real life - and despite what Bob may say, she looks a lot older than 14! Indeed, my brother actually thought she was in her early twenties. Despite the fact that David had been slightly dubious about the ides of my meeting with people from the Internet who I had never seen before in my life, he got on very well with everyone. There was one bloke who didn't come and say hello but stood around the pool table playing, amazingly enough, pool in his Magic Tour 1986 t-shirt, and Eggy, Raspy and I sat there looking at him trying to decide whether or not it was PG, before deciding that it probably wasn't. Barbara (YourValentine) loved the card from all of Queenzone that Eggy and Raspy had prepared for her, and she was also far too kind to Eggy and I, giving us CDs of all sorts of rare Queen material that we don't possibly deserve!

It was amazing to finally meet, face-to-face, with Eggy and Sonya (Raspy), Bob, Barbara (YourValentine), Martin (Mr Scully) and everyone else who was there - I had had some fears that it might be a slightly odd atmosphere, but we all got on like a house on fire, and I was sorry that I hadn't been able to make it to the pub earlier than we did. Just after five o'clock, with the doors at the Ocean due to open at half-past, we left the Cock Tavern (after the taking of several photographs of us all that should arrive somewhere on the net soon!) and headed down the road to the venue. When we got there, we all joined the back of a surprisingly short looking queue, and I was quite pleased that it looked as if we would be near the front. This pleasure was rudely dispelled when we found we were actually in the wrong queue - this was the VIP queue, and the one we had to join the back of was facing the other way. I was slightly disheartened when I found it went around the corner of the building - even more so when it went around the next corner, and then nearly all the way back to the next corner as well. Having said that, we actually moved along fairly swiftly and were all inside by about six o'clock, when we all got our bearings and some drinks! The Ocean is actually an incredibly plush and modern venue inside, despite looking like an ageing library on the outside - although my brother thinks that they need to do something about the lighting in the corridors and reception area - "fluorescent lighting doesn't suit my features, darling!" While we were waiting for events to kick-off they played some of The Freddie Mercury Video Collection, although they were playing different, non-Queen music and not the sound that goes with the videos on the screens - very odd. I met up with the two very nice ladies from Lancashire who I had spent some chatting to during and after the Gosport gig, and I was also passed by a young woman who suddenly turned to me and said "You were at Gosport!" I was less than impressed by Eggy's reaction to this - "you've pulled mate!" David disappeared to battle to the cloakroom and leave our coats there, while Eggy and Raspy vanished upstairs where there were seats and I was left to fight a lone battle to get as far into the crowd as I could. Proceedings got off to a start with a few words from Jackie before the lights went down and the 'Champions' tribute group made up from convention talent contest winners took to the stage. During their set, they led the crowd in a minute's silence in memory of Freddie, at about ten past seven, exactly ten years since he passed away. Swapping lead singers for every song, they rattled through a surprisingly impressive set that included "The Great Pretender", "Another One Bites the Dust", "In My Defence", "Dragon Attack", "Great King Rat", "Love of My Life" (great rendition with us lot in the crowd doing really rather well I thought), "Somebody to Love", "Spread Your Wings" and finishing up with, of course, "Bohemian Rhapsody". It was to be the last we would hear of Freddie Mercury's song-writing abilities until the very end of the evening. I noticed during this set that there were two drum-kits on stage - from my experience at Gosport I knew this almost certainly meant that Roger was going to be performing at some point in the evening. The rumor in the Cock Tavern and the queue to get in was that he and Brian were going to turn up to do a spectacular finale - but no one knew the truth of this at this stage.

After the Champions had left the stage, the very talented Trina Morris, who sang a set of about five or six songs, including crowd-pleasing renditions of "Sleeping on the Sidewalk "and"'39, provided half-time entertainment. After she had finished, Jackie came back on stage and introduced the evening's main attraction - Spike's All Stars, more commonly known as the SAS Band. "Is this where I'm supposed to get excited?" my brother, now back with me in the crowd and somewhat, 'merry', asked. Yes, David, this is the part where you're supposed to get excited. Spike told us that we were going to get a 45-minute typical SAS set with lead singers coming on and singing songs they wrote or made famous, before they would take a short break and come back with "something really special!" SAS Band stalwart Chris Thompson started things off with two or three songs, including the obligatory "Blinded by the Light". David didn't have a clue who he was, but was slightly impressed when I told him he sings on his beloved musical version of "The War of the Worlds". Thompson soon made way for Paul Young, and David was amazed at how much he's aged - I have to say he did look quite rough that evening, certainly not the fresh-faced Paul Young we may remember from the 1992 Tribute Concert. David had gone off to try and seduce the only two gay people he had found in the audience by this stage (he even managed to pull one of them, the cocky bastard), but he came rushing back when the Fabba Girls took to the stage in their Eggy-pleasing outfits to blast through "Waterloo" and "Dancing Queen" ('do we have any dancing Queens in the audience tonight?' - I could think of at least one...). After the Fabs had finished and David had stopped dancing with random drunken women in the crowd, Chris Thompson returned for another mini-set including a barnstorming rendition of "The Mighty Quinn". Then there was a short break before the second half of the SAS's set, which Spike promised us would consist of "some shit you're really gonna' like!" Before the shit we were gonna' like came the shit that was just shit, as five complete goons paraded themselves on stage playing air guitar to "Tie Your Mother Down" to win a copy of the air guitar album - "signed by Brian and Roger" - a giveaway to me that they were going to be putting in an appearance at some point soon. After this, and a broken video that was supposed to play a 2-minute Freddie clip but didn't, the SAS Band returned to the stage for the climax to the evening. And what a climax it was! First, Chris Thompson returned to lead vocals, and as soon as Jamie Moses kicked into the guitar intro for "Now I'm Here", we knew the excitement had begun. After "Now I'm Here", Chris also took us through "Another One Bites the Dust" and "Hammer to Fall", and on each of these we in the crowd did our very best to make ourselves heard! After these three storming numbers, Spike introduced a man who had never played with the SAS Band before even in rehearsal, Bruce Dickinson, ex lead-singer of Iron Maiden. Apparently, his rehearsal had consisted of listening to the song on a tape provided by Spike, but even though he had to read the lyrics from a piece of paper constantly held in his hand, he managed to do a not-at-all-bad version of "I Want to Break Free" - with a bit of assistance from us noisy lot of course. Then... Oh yes, then... Bruce Dickinson disappeared from the stage, the lighting became more dramatic and no new lead singer appeared as the SAS Band began the intro to "Radio Ga Ga". The adrenalin began to increase as they came closer to the point where the vocals of the song begin and still they had no singer.

Then, from the stage left, Brian May and Roger Taylor walked on and the whole place went absolutely stark, staring bonkers as we all jumped up and down, shouted, cried, waved our hands about and generally acted like the total and complete lunatics that we are. Roger stepped up to the empty mic and began leading us all in the sing-a-long as Brian contended himself with the guitar for now. When we got to the chorus, it was even better than it had been in Gosport as everyone, even my brother (because I made him!) raised their hands in the air and clapped in unison. It was the second chorus that was the most special for me, however, as my brother lifted me onto his shoulders and raised me above the rest of the crowd, a sea of clapping hands all around me as I had a perfect view of Brian and Roger, together on stage. It was such an unbelievable high that any words I may try and use wouldn't do it justice. It couldn't last of course, and an angry tap on the back from a woman behind reminded me that I was obscuring the view of others and I got David to put me down. It was a wonderful few moments though. After we had all finished shouting ourselves hoarse and clapping until our hands stung to "Radio Ga Ga", the lads launched into a great rendition of "Under Pressure", with Roger Taylor singing Bowie's part and a returning Trina Morris standing in for Freddie. The combination worked very well, and of course we all lapped it up, going crazy from the first bass riff right through to the last finger clicks. Then Brian stepped up to the mic as Roger went back to the second drum kit. "This is a kind of appropriate song that's good to play air guitar to", Brian promised us, before launching into the opening guitar part of Rainbow's "Since You've Been Gone" - a somewhat unexpected choice it has to be said, but one that went down very well nonetheless. Roger returned to the mic to perform vocal duties on another unusual selection - his own "Strange Frontier", a song that also managed to get the crowd going, despite the fact that what we all really wanted was some more Queen! But we got that next, and in spades too, as Roger again went back to the drums and Brian suggested that we "do this one again" - "Tie Your Mother Down". Everyone started jumping up and down and shouting along and generally going rock and toll crazy at this point. They finished things off with a song they have never performed live together before, and the only Queen song to be totally originated after the death of Freddie Mercury. When Spike began tinkling on the piano and Brian told us they were going to be singing a fitting song for the occasion, I thought they were about to do my favorite - "These are the Days of Our Lives". After that fitting tribute, Brian and Roger left the stage to rapturous applause, with Spike then telling us that they had only phoned at five o'clock the previous afternoon to confirm that they wanted to come, having previously thought it might be too emotional for them. Thanks guys. Chris Thompson was back yet again as the SAS Band performed their original plan for the closing set, beginning with a powerful "The Show Must Go On", before Thompson, Dickinson (reading again!) and Young all shared lead vocals on a stomping "We Will Rock You". The evening finished with Thompson leading us in a sing-a-long, group rendition of "We are the Champions", fittingly a Freddie Mercury song to finish with after the almost exclusively May/Taylor/Deacon evening. Thanks to everyone who made it possible. Here's to the next one! Cheers.” - Paul Hayes

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[thatdeaniegirlsworld]

Cheating-Jon Moxley

Y/N loves the way Mox feels on her body. Only thing is....she goes home to a different man.

You hated everything that you had become. You grew up hating anything to do with cheating or infidelities'. You were always loyal. That all came crashing down once you met Jonathon David Moxley.

Jon Moxley was a menace to society. He was a notorious leader, and you knew he did things....illegal things. Did that stop you from being attracted to him? No. In fact, it made you attracted to him that much more.

It started off innocent flirting, and looks shared across the room. You would watch the way his eyes danced over your entire body. It mainly happened at the club's parties. Men and women dancing all over each other, but Mox? Even though he had a red solo cup up to his lips every few seconds....his eyes never left you.

Your favorite part of it all though, was his fighting. As cliche as it sounds....that's where the money came in. He was the best damn fighter you ever saw, too.

Ironically, the way you and Mox met was because your boyfriend dragged you to one of these fights many months ago. Him and a few of his friends were keen on the idea of going to something illegal, and so you went.

The minute you locked eyes you could tell he would be trouble. Even with blood leaking down his chin he wore a smirk on his face.

"What's a girl like you doing at a place like this?" Were his first words to you. His voice was as perfect as his muscles, and you had never been so attracted to someone before.

"This is the third fight you've been to without your little boyfriend. Either you really like the fighting, or you really like me."

That was the way he talked to you. His not so subtle words, and smirks drew you in.

Then, there was the first time that words weren't enough anymore.

"I really hate that you have a boyfriend." He whispers, looking down at you. He was fresh out of a fight. His sweat covering his body, and your heart was beating so loud you swore he could hear it. "The things I want to do to you aren't right."

"And running an illegal underground fighting ring isn't wrong?"

He chuckles darkly, and walks you backwards until you hit the wall. "Let me make myself clear, Angel." His hands now on the wall next to your head. "The things that I'm thinking in my head right bow are so disgusting that you wouldn't want to look at me."

"Try me." You test him, and he reaches over to the dresser to pick up something. He flips it open, and it's a pocket knife. The entire situation has your body in flames. He takes the knife, looking you in the eyes, almost as if he's asking for consent. You nod at him, and he takes the knife, cutting a small line on to your exposed shoulder. He then bends down to kiss the exposed skin, licking up the blood.

"I'm a psychopath, angel." He whispers when he pulls his head back, licking his lips.

"Kiss me." You tell him, and he raises his eyebrows. The sight of the blood on his lips making you want more.

"Will you leave him?" He asks you, and you look down at your feet. "That's what I thought."

"Mox..." You plead, and he puts a band-aid over your cut.

"When it comes to you I want to do things the right way. Even if I do want to fuck your brains out knowing you're taken." He says, and you swallow hard. "I'll wait for you."

Since then the tension continued to grow. You went to more fights, and Mox always made sure to show off for you. Even with your boyfriend next to you.

It was getting hard for you though. Even laying in bed at night, next to him all you could do was think about Mox. So much so, that you've even resorted to touching yourself to thought of him.

The passion for lust after Jon Moxley was starting to get to you. You weren't sure how much longer you could take.

"Angel, you got any big plans this weekend?" Mox asks, walking up to you after the fight.

"No." You gave him a simple answer, and he smirks at you. "Do I want to know?"

"I have a big fight this weekend in St. Louis. I want you to accompany me."

"Really?" You ask him, and he nods. "I'll have to get some money together."

"Angel." He chuckles, and shuts the door behind him. "I've got more money than I know what to do with." He steps closer to you. Moving your hair behind your ear. "Besides, I need my good luck charm."

You roll your eyes, and shove him away. "I'm not your good luck charm."

"You are." He slides his hands in yours. "Besides, gives us time to be alone."

"But I thought you said..." He covers your mouth with his hand.

"I know what I said, but I can't take it anymore. You don't even look like you're trying with him anymore."

"St. Louis sounds fun. I've never been." He smirks at you, his eyes looking a different shade of blue.

"Then I guess we better make the most of it."

The weekend came fast, and to say you were nervous would be an understatement. It was the first time you would be totally alone with Mox. You were both nervous and excited to say the least.

"Welcome to your home for the next few days." Mox says, and the hotel room was more of suite. With one bed.

"When is the fight?" You ask him once you lay your suitcase on the bed.

"Tomorrow night." You can feel his presence behind you as you go through your suitcase. "I love it when you wear your hair down." His fingers run through your hair. He moves your hair over to the left shoulder, exposing your right.

"You act fast." His lips press right where your neck, and shoulder meet. You turn around to face him, and his eyes meet yours.

"Just trying to make the most of our time here." His hands come up to cup your face. "I'm so selfish when it comes to you."

"I think he's cheating on me." You finally admit to Jon. "And, I think it's been happening for a long time. I think that's why I was so drawn to you and I'm sorry I used you like that."

"You act as if I didn't play a huge part in that." He chuckles, and stares down at you. The whole universe seemed like it was on pause with the intensity he had in his stare alone. "I really want to fucking kiss you."

"So, kiss me." You say, and bite your lip. His eyes roam your face as if he were looking for any regret. "I want you to kiss me."

That was all he needed before he glanced over you once more, and then crashes his lips onto yours. It started off as sweet, just being in the moment, and then it turned needy, and passionate. His lips molded into yours like they were just made for one another. His tongue collides with yours. Then, all too quickly he pulls away.

He rests his forehead against yours, his breathing as uneven as yours. Right when you think about moving away from him, he connects your lips once more in a much more sweet kiss.

He pulls away again, and you open your eyes to see him already looking at you. "As much as I would love to stay here and do this all day. I unfortunately have some training to get to before tomorrow."

"It's okay. Not that you really need the training though, do you?"

"Oh, angel, you know exactly how to feed my ego." He chuckles, and reaches down to grab his bag. "I should only be gone a couple hours. There's plenty of food and drinks, and of course, room service."

"Okay." You nod at him, and he grabs you by the waist, pressing a peck to your lips. "Please be careful."

"Always, angel." He says with a smirk before leaving.

It was the night of the fight, and you couldn't be more excited. When he had returned from training yesterday, he actually kept things low. Like taking you sightseeing, and being respectful when you two shared the bed.

However, when he was on his adrenaline high, he couldn't help himself. Especially not with you in his own merch. His name on the back like you were his property. He loved the claim. He loved the possessiveness. He loved knowing that he was the one you wanted.

"Okay, I'll see you after your fight." You tell him, and make your way towards the door.

"Angel. I think you're forgetting something." He says, pointing at his lips.

"Who knew you'd become such a softie." You roll your eyes at him, but give him what he wants.

"Just trying to butter you up before later tonight."

"And what's happening later tonight?" You ask. Hoping it's what you wanted as well.

"Oh baby, I think you know." And then he was off, and you made your way to your seat to watch him fight.

He won, of course. Without a doubt in your mind you knew he would. So, the trip back to the hotel had you antsy.

"I'm going to shower really quick." He kisses your forehead, and you make your way to your suitcase where you had just the perfect thing to wear for him.

You took your time, and had just finished your nightly routine when he exited the bathroom. He walks out in nothing, but a towel draped around his waist and boy did that make you melt.

"What do we have here?" He asks, pulling you to stand, and spins you around to look at you.

"Had to give the champ a little gift." You smirk at him, and he looks over your body. "Care to unwrap your present?"

"Don't mind if I do." He smirks, and unties the robe. It falls down to your feet, and you hear him inhale sharply. "Angel..."

You had chose a white set that hugged every curve on your body. "Couldn't find any angel wings, but this was the closest thing."

Mox swallows harshly, and his hand cupped the back of your neck before kissing you hard.

"Do you even know what I'm about to do to you?" He asks you, pulling your head back by your hair.

"Whatever you want, please." You plead, and again he smirks down at you.

"So desperate for me, aren't you?" He bends down to press his lips to your neck. When you don't answer, he pulls your hair harder. "I asked you a question."

"Yes. Please, Mox. I need you." You straight up beg at this point, and he pulls your face back up to his to kiss you again.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take real good care of you. By the way, how much did this cost?" His hands grab at the material. "Actually it doesn't matter, I'll buy you some more."

And just like that you had been rid of your lingerie. You release the towel from around his waist, and he grabs onto your thighs. "Jump." You obey, and wrap your legs around him.

He turns around to sit on the edge of the bed, and you stay straddled across his legs. His lips on yours, and tongues battling one another.

You take the lead, and begin to trail kisses down his neck, your hands touching all over his exposed chest.

His hands trail from your back, down to your ass, grabbing it in his hands and squeezing. "God, you're fucking perfect." Without warning, he flipped you over, and you were on your back with him hovering over you.

"Don't hold back." You tell him, and he nods at you. His lips were back on yours, and you could feel his hard cock in between your legs, brushed up against your thigh.

His lips continued down your neck, sucking and biting in all the right places. He rocked his hips forward, his cock rubbing up against your wet pussy now. He dragged his tongue down from your neck until he reached your nipple.

His eyes were closed as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple. He quickly switched over to your other nipple, and you began to arch your back off the bed.

"Mox." You whimper, and he begins to kiss down your stomach. Pausing, he looks up at you as his mouth trails further and further down. "It's okay, you don't have to." His eyebrows quirk up at your statement.

"What kind of man doesn't taste you properly before fucking you?" His words have you caught by surprise. "I said I'd take care of you. I meant all of you." He takes his hands, placing them on your thighs, and spreading you apart. "Fuck, I mean look at you." He said in almost a growl. "Just lay back, and relax for me."

He teases you at first, biting at the inside of your thighs, and kissing around where you needed him. Then, you felt it. His warm tongue glided up until it met your clit. You gasp, and grab onto the bedsheets. You couldn't even remember the last time you had a mouth on your clit.

"Let me hear you." Mox's voice was an octave lower, and when you look down his eyes were on you. His normal light colored eyes were black with lust.

He goes back to circling your clit with his tongue, and you really couldn't hold back anymore. He slides a finger inside, and then two, curling them inside of you all while still maintaining the pressure on your clit.

Moans, and curses fall from your lips. You had never felt this alive before by anyone. He then, adds a third finger, filling you up, and you throw your head back. "How does it feel?"

"Good. So, good, Mox." You pant, and you can't see him, but you know he's smirking.

"Good, now cum for me." He growls, and with the pressure from his tongue, and the intensity of his fingers, it wasn't hard to obey his command. "That's it."

He works you through it with his fingers before pulling them out, and sucking your jucies off. He crawls back on top of you, and catches you with another kiss.

He moves to place himself in between your legs again. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" You ask him, and he frantically searches the drawer next to the bed.

"I don't think I brought any condoms with me."

"I'm on the pill, and clean since he hasn't fucked me in over a year." You roll your eyes.

"A fucking year?" Mox questions, and you nod. "Okay, I'm clean, too. Do you trust me?"

"Yes. Mox baby, please fill me." You beg him, and he nods, kissing you once more before lining up with your entrance.

"Since it's been a while, I'll need you to relax a bit okay?" You nod at his question. "Last time to back out."

"Mox, I swear to God. Just fuck me already, please." He drags himself up, and down your folds before pushing himself inside. "Holy-"

"Fuck." He growls, and let's you adjust before he pulls out, and thrusts back into you. "I knew you'd feel good, but fuck Y/N."

"Ruin me, please." You whimper, and Mox looks into your eyes. "I'm yours. Fucking ruin me." He grabs your legs, hoisting them up onto his shoulders. The angle has you gasping for air.

"This what you wanted?" He asks, breathlessly as he pounded into you. One of your legs slip off, but that didn't stop his pace. "He doesn't know the slightest thing about how fucking dirty you are. Does he?"

"No." You confirm, and he slows down to remove your other leg from his shoulder. He takes your wrists, pinning them to the bed beneath his hands.

"I can tell you want to ask me something." He slows down his thrusts, and you look away from him. "Go on."

"It's weird." You tell him, and he brings his hand down to your clit. He knew what he was doing.

"Ask me." His eyes bore into yours, and you bite your lip in anticipation.

"Do you s-still have your knife?" Your question has him halting all movements. For a second you want to take it back until you see the infamous smirk on his face.

"I do." He says, and withdraws himself from you. You felt completely empty, and he quickly grabs it from his bag before making his way back to you.

He slips it open, and you feel your pussy clench around nothing. He drags it down your neck, and over your breasts, touching your sensitive nipples. Goosebumps arise on your skin, and he chuckles at you. "You are something else."

"Cut me again." You beg him, and he smirks at you.

"I have a different idea. Do you trust me?" You nod at him. He takes the knife to your thigh, and you feel him cut into your skin. You feel about 6 movements before he stops to lick up the blood. "Now he will really know you're mine."

You glance down to see he carved a "J" and an "M" onto your thigh.

"Fuck." You moan, and he flips you onto your stomach. He pulls you up by your hips, and teases his cock at your entrance again. He slides back into you, but pulls your hair to where your back meets his chest. You could feel the outline of his chest, and abs against your back.

"You're never going back to him. Are you?" He questions, and you shake your head. "Whose are you?"

"Y-yours." You gasp, and he chuckles in your ear.

"What's my name?" He asks you.

"Mox." You answer, and he chuckles again.

"Try again, baby. What's my fucking name?"

"Daddy." You moan out, and he sucks on your ear lobe.

"That's right. Now, let daddy make his angel cum for him again, and then I'll fill this sweet pussy up with my cum. How does that sound? Hmm?"

"Good, daddy." You pant, and he pushes you down onto the bed. His hand on your face as he begins to thrust in and out of you rapidly.

"That's my good girl. Take my fucking cock." He groans, and harshly slaps your ass making you scream out. "Yeah? You like that?" He slaps you again, and you moan loudly.

He moves his hands to your hips, gripping them tightly as leverage while he pounded into you. Sweat covered both of your bodies, and you didn't want this to end. "Daddy it feels so good."

"You're taking me so well, angel. Such a good girl." You reach down to your clit, rubbing it while he pounded you into the mattress.

"Daddy, I'm gunna-" your orgasm cuts you off, and you feel your legs begin to shake.

"Good fucking girl." He says, slapping your ass. "Ready for daddy to fill you up?"

"Please." You beg, and you feel his hips begin to stutter. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair as you feel his hot cum fill your insides. He groans out your name, and he stays there for a moment before finally pulling out of you.

He disappears for a moment, but then feel the rag cleaning you up. "Can you help me to the bathroom, please?"

He does, and leaves you to take care of yourself in there. You glance down at the carved letters in your thigh, and it makes you smile.

You finish washing up, and wall out to see a t-shirt and panties laid out for you. He was laid up in the bed, watching your every move.

You crawl up next to him, and he pulls you into his side. His lips find your head, and you relax into him. "I can have you a place by time we get back if you really want to leave him."

"I can't pay you back for that, Jon."

"I don't want your money." He says, and you sigh. "I know you want out."

"I do." You glance up at him, and he kisses your nose. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. To be honest, I've had the perfect place in mind ever since you started coming to the fights alone. It's so...you."

"Is that so?" You ask him, and he nods.

"Y/N, this wasn't just about sex to me. You've told me things. I've told you things. Things I haven't even told my own best friend."

"I know. I want more, too."

"And if he were to try anything, you'll have protection. My security detail is top notch. No one is allowed to hurt you."

Your heart swells at the words coming from his mouth. "I just have to get my stuff out."

"We will figure it out. Whatever you can't get, I'll just re-buy for you."

"You'd really do that for silly ole me?" You tease him, and he pulls you onto his lap.

"Yes." He answers without hesitation. "I'm not perfect by any means, but when I said I wanted to do right by you, I mean it."

"Okay." You whisper, and you swear you see him blush. "Like I said, I'm yours now."

"You're mine." He says, and pulls you to him to kiss you once again.

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1-800-SEO presents: — Where Is My Mind?

genre: dystopia/slight angst/escapism

pairing: Johnny Suh/Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: IV’s/needles, intravenous use of narcotics, bad coping mechanisms, alcohol use, depictions/descriptions of poverty to a degree, implied sexual activity, dreams

word count: 2506 words

in affiliation with: @127-mile ‘s

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summary: Based in a future where your wildest dreams can be lived in for a few hours through intravenous methods, vices and virtues blur. Scraping by is all you can do, and escapism is all you live for. Maybe that will change when you meet him. (Loosely based on Inception.)

The familiar haze of mental fog clouds your mind, it coats the edges of your thoughts like a viscous syrup. You find yourself in a wheat field, the golden crops stretching for as far as the eye can see ahead of you. The swirling breeze passes over your hands and you feel it tickle, a sensation you’ve not felt in a long time. After taking a crisp piece of the surrounding plants into your hands, you feel each and every texture it offers with a fingertip. It’s not like you’ve ever touched real wheat before, you want to imprint it to memory. With the piece of crop still in your dominant hand, you turn your head, body following its arc too, and your eyes meet a cottage. The building just exudes a comforting energy, it's homely even when your real home is nothing alike. The trees that are positioned off to the side of the cottage provide the right amount of shade, one side of the house has full direct sunlight and the other is gently shaded, but in a comforting way. You drop the wheat and make your way over to the cottage. As you make your way up to the front door, following the perfectly placed path, you take in the smell of the decorative flowers that adorn the surrounding gardens. The smell of real flowers is something you’re not used to. Finally upon reaching the door, you outstretch your hand to grasp the door handle. The moment your skin makes contact with the sun-heated metal, a blinding hot white shoots across your vision, and pulls you out.

Waking up is never easy, but it’s not like you’re not used to it. The moment you open your eyes you are met with the same dingy apartment as almost every other wake up. Your arms feel weak from lack of circulation as you reach across to pull out your IV. It doesn’t sting, you’ve done this so many times, it’d be surprising if it did. As your eyes adjust to the light you start to make out the time, it’s displayed on the heads up view of your plexi-wall, and reads 11:36PM. Stars, it’d been 7 hours since you last ate, and your body is definitely letting you know as it starts to wake up from its lulled state. You shift your wobbly legs away from the crusty office chair you were sitting on and begin to make your way over to the food dispensary. You hold your palm over the sensor as a silver sachet slides out and into your palm. You make quick work of depositing its contents into a bowl and mixing it with hot water, your hunger spurring you to be swifter.

Before you know it, all of the food has been devoured, your stomach full, and the night is ready to be conquered. You have no desire to leave the flat, nothing calling you besides money to leave the (lack of) comfort of your home. But of course, money always beats out desire, and so you hastily put on your shoes and proofed jacket, grab your safety umbrella and backpack, and leave. Things had to be paid for, and your credits were seriously running low, if you wanted to continue with your expensive hobby, it meant scrounging. You’re not dumb, you knew that daydreaming wasn’t a cheap, safe, respectable, or even remotely healthy hobby to have, but at this point it was escapism, freedom from pain, and so you’d do anything for that sweet peace.

Once you’re at street level, you put up your umbrella. At this point it’s better to be safe than sorry, the acid rain warning that you saw on your dash ringing out in your memory. It never used to be like this, acid rain was once unheard of, but in the last ten years pollution came to the point that even the water cycle couldn’t be trusted. That’s the joys of living in urban scum, you think to yourself. Your ears register the faint sounds of sizzling rain droplets on your umbrella and you're grateful for it now. Your pace quickens, and after a blur of around 20 minutes walk, you arrive at your workplace.

Workplace was definitely too light of a word to call the building that stands before you. The imposing structure juts out into the dark with brightly coloured lights on its each corner, signalling its presence, as if it was easy to miss without the lights. The commonplace sound of thumping bass echoes about the street for meters, and it only gets louder as you walk up the stairs and into the building. A sign reading ‘Sondaero LivingSpaces’ greets you, but you know full well the people here are barely living. Oh no, this type of place is home to some of the most prolific daydreamers; well, the most prolific for the underground scene. You step through a set of large doors and out into the main courtyard. It’s an indoor park, filled with neon bioluminescent plants, and jarringly placed speakers. If this was any other establishment, the sea of ravers surrounded by people daydreaming on cot beds would be jarring to you, but you’re so used to it that you couldn’t care less; or more so, you’re plainly desensitised to it.

You find your way out onto the dancefloor and surround yourself with people - the more people the better, it just makes your job easier. Safely hidden in the palm of your hand is a biometric chip you crafted yourself. Implants are a little drastic in your opinion, especially when cosmetic, but this was a necessary thing to you considering it earnt you money. The function of the chip worked like this: every person is assigned biometric numerical values by the government of their country, this is to make controlling their finances easier without having a physical device like a debit card or a mobile phone. Instead each user is assigned these numerical values based on their facial bone structure, and the chip's job was to scan this using minute sensors. All you had to do was simply wave your hand in the direct vicinity of their face, and await results - those results being the chip draining their bank account of credit and depositing it into yours. The waving part is complicated in normal use, but when at a club, where wild dancing is the norm, it makes hand movements so much less conspicuous. As you imagine the small amounts of money gradually making its way into your account a man approaches you to your side.

The guy has long-ish dark brown hair, with eyes of the same colour and a tall stature. He begins dancing near you, slowly moving closer and closer towards your vicinity. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to this man, he was objectively good looking, and the smirk he was wearing on his face was hard to ignore. Before you know it, he’s leaning in your ear and shout-whispering: “hey, do you wanna get a drink with me, angel?” The confidence in him to skip all normal greetings is astounding to you, but in some ways that makes him even more attractive to you, so you whisper-shout back “yeah!” and lead him over to the bar by the elbow.

After you have a few drinks in you, dancing becomes thoughtless, and swaying and grinding on the nameless man is even easier. “Yo, what’s your name?” You ask over the pulsing beat. His response is a finger trailing up your spine with the words ‘Johnny’ leaving his lips. Maybe those disquieting thoughts aren’t only silenced by daydreaming, maybe this could be another outlet. That thought curls in your mind, the wispy tendrils of a coherent thought fading like a misty night.

A few more drinks in your systems leads you to going home with the man, but your memories fade away as the night (or should you say early morning?) carries on. It passes by in a blur and the next thing you know you’re being startled awake by a cat sitting on your chest, with an unearthly headache.

Once you finally manage to extricate yourself from the cat’s grasps, you sit up and immediately notice the sleeping form of Johnny next to you on the tatami, his chest rising and falling with each breath. As quietly as you can, you tiptoe up off the tatami floor, acknowledge the ache throughout your entire body and move towards his kitchenette for a glass of water. Unbeknownst to you, Johnny apparently has a rudely noisy water purifying outlet attached to his faucet, and it decides to make itself known the moment you hover your palm over the on sensor. Johnny quickly stirs awake at the noise, and he sleepily opens his eyes in your direction.

“Wha-what’s going on?” He asks, squinting as his dark eyes adjust to the light. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just trying to get some water.” You respond, tottering back over to the tatami, glass of water in hand. “Um, I’m sorry, I don’t really remember much of last night, did we uh- what did we do?” You’re aware your question was haphazard, but the incessant hangover looming in your head has your thoughts less than clear.

“If you are wondering if we had sex, the answer is yes, but the only thing I remember is waking up covered in… unsavoury stuff...so that certainly was a way of knowing how. I also know that apparently at some part of the night we decided to dream ‘cause I had to tidy up the gear earlier, but to put any worries at bay, I’m clean and vaccinated so...yeah.” He finishes the end of his sentence, trailing off. Well, at least the mystery man is somewhat of a gentleman, and he’s not gonna give you anything nasty which is always a good thing. You realise his late night cleaning must’ve turned to yourself at some point considering you are somewhat dressed and clean, but you can’t find it in you to care, you’d come to this shameful point so what did a bit of aftercare matter.

“Oh ok, and thanks for letting me know. I’m clean and fully vaccinated too.” You respond, unsure how to act around him. Perhaps he feels your apprehension, and in answer he pats a spot on the tatami next to him, just away from his cat too. You make your way over to the spot, feet padding on the floor as you go. “Your cat’s cute, they decided to sit on my chest this morning. Despite knocking the breath out of me, they’re pretty charming.” Johnny’s eyes widen at this knowledge before throwing his head back and letting out a hearty laugh. It’s somewhat comforting to hear such a genuine laugh; it takes your mind off the world of insincerity around you.

“I apologise for Ten, he gets cuddly in the mornings.” Johnny picks up his cat to give you more space, Ten’s legs sprawling wide in the air before being put down to safety.

There’s something so warm and familiar about Johnny’s presence, it has you naturally leaning into him, and his arm comes to rest around your shoulders as your head gently leans on his chest. The feeling is just so warm and despite knowing you don’t know him well, it almost feels like you do. It feels like a lover long lost, and now he has returned a warm feeling spreads throughout your chest. It’s almost inexplicable, and if you were to try to justify it to anyone other than yourself, a wave of embarrassment would certainly wash over you.

Looking down at you, he meets your eyes, and they seem somewhat fond; not what you were expecting to see. “Do you fancy dreamin’?” He asks, still maintaining eye contact? “Hmm, sure, hopefully I’ll remember it this time.” You reply with a smile and he reciprocates.

Before you even open your eyes you’re met with the sensation of skin on skin. Beneath your fingertips you feel, what you suppose is a firm chest, and when you open your eyes your suspicions are confirmed. Your hands are resting on Johnny’s taut chest, and of course this is what an unscripted dream with the two of you looks like. You feel that you are naked too, and his hands rest gently around your waist, a relaxing gentle weight reassuring you he’s still there. You meet each other’s eyes and the tension is palpable in the air. He dips his head down and kisses you, lips melting together with ease. His hands move from their placing and trail down to cup the small of your back, your bodies meeting infinitely closer.

The two of you move together like jigsaw pieces slotting into place, there’s no conscious thoughts, only the two of you existing in this dream space. Part of you can feel Johnny’s thoughts swirling as you share the hazy unstructured scape. There’s hints of lust mixed with a sleepy mindset, probably left over from waking up moments ago in the real world. He’s set on being a lazy lover right now, selfishly devouring you with no haste in any of his actions, just taking these moments for himself. He can feel your thoughts just as much as you can feel his, he knows you’re feeling relaxed with him and he’s pleased at that, he knows how good you feel right now and he’s proud. He wants to use all of this time to make you feel good. You’re both in agreement that losing yourself in each other is ever so easy, and so you both fall into the other's grasps.

The second time you wake up, Ten is resting on your feet, warming them from the slight chill of the room. Johnny had roused quicker than you, and he’d already removed the IV from your arm. You spot him winding up the fluid bags and putting them into the insulated case they reside in. “How are you feeling?” He asks whilst disposing of the needles in the marked sharps box. “Good, lighter than usual. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you, albeit mostly imaginary.”

The floaty feeling remains in the forefront of your consciousness. Despite feeling lighter, less burdened, you’re aware that you need to change your vices. Constantly daydreaming, forming relationships through them, isn’t healthy. Continuous escapism isn’t a way to live; numbing yourself over and over again won’t solve anything. With a new fervor to gain meaning in your life, you rise from your place on the tatami. “What are your plans for today, John?” You ask, perhaps vices and meaning aren’t that different from each other.

long time no see! this is my penultimate fic :(( hopefully u guys enjoyed it! I know it’s not like my usual style and is somewhat offbeat but I hope it makes sense hehe <3

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Pinky

Summary⛧ eren a underground mafia leader visits a strip club with his friends.

Contains ⛧ 18+, nsfw, oral sex, (male and female receiving), riding, mentions of spit, gagging, face fucking, spanking, car sex, modern au 

2.k+ words

⛧ x fem!reader

⛧ mafia eren

A/n⛧ this is my first post so I hope you all enjoy and feel free to leave request.

Saturday night’s was when the club you worked at got the most customers; it was called the Pinky. You’ve worked there for almost two years now, first starting when you were a sophomore in college. Of course, you needed the money to pay for your tuition fast and debt free as your college days were ending and you were soon to be graduating. 

You landed this job with a friend that you met in college. Her name was Jenny. You didn’t think you would qualify for the job, but somehow Jenny worked her way around the requirements and here you are almost two years later. 

The club was lit up with different colored LED lights, mainly pink obviously. 

"Hey I need you at table ten in about five minutes" Rick, your manager, spoke to you through the mirror with a clipboard in his hands. 

You nodded and adjusted your outfit so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable all night. It was packed and you knew it by the sound of the crowd outside the dressing room door. You could see the strobe of the lights peeking from under the door as people passed by. 

Ruffling your hair in the mirror, you checked yourself once more and made your way out of the dressing room. Heels clicking on the floor as you surf through the crowd of people and make your way to the bar and pick up your notepad and pen. 

"Yo _____ did Rick tell you about table ten?" Jenny yelled over the music while sitting at the bar. She was on one of her many breaks of the night. 

She rarely did anything but somehow still managed to make money. 

"Not really, he just told me he needed me there in ten minutes" You looked at your phone before shoving it back in your pocket "well now two". 

Jenny laughed a little before putting her drink down. "You see those group of guys in the booth over there" 

You looked over at the booth and saw four men seated in all black from head to toe. They all had some type of expensive jewelry on, as you could tell from the watches, rings and chains they had, including some of them having piercings. 

"Yeah, what about it?" 

"Well, I heard that they are part of the biggest underground mafia in the city. Apparently they come here often and tip big. That's why Rick is always quick to get someone to their booth." Jenny reached over the bar and poured another drink. 

You studied them more as she spoke about them. The one on the far right sported a mullet, with a slight scruff forming around his face. Next to him, the blond had somewhat of a bowl cut that surprisingly went well with his undercut. You could see his piercing blue eyes from where you were standing. The third person was a brunette with his hair in a low messy bun, with a few pieces falling around his face here and there. To you, he was the most attractive. The way he sat with his legs spread, not even bothering to care about the men seated around him, showed that he carried himself highly. And lastly, the one at the end had a buzz cut, his hair kind of shady gray. You don't know how he pulled it off, but somehow he did. 

"The one with the mullet is kind of cute don't you think?" Jenny spoke, snapping you out of your trance.

"Eh I'm leaning towards the one with the bun" You placed your hand on your hip before looking at the clock above the shot glasses. "Shit" You hissed, turning back to Jenny, "I gotta go. I'll catch up with you later tonight?" 

Jenny dragged, obviously a little tipsy, "Yeah girl, go make that money."

Laughing, you walked away and, to your utter surprise, the table Rick had assigned you to wait at was in fact the so-called mafia gang Jenny was babbling about. 

"Good evening gentleman, can I get a few drinks started for you?" Taking out your notepad and pen, you looked at the men scanning them as they all stopped talking. 

The brunette with the man bun stared at you harshly with his green orbs before he spoke, his voice taking you back a bit. 

"Yeah, I'll take you and a round of vodka shots for me and my boys," the brunette smirked, looking around at his friends as they all let out small laughs. 

"Okay, vodka shots and some manners coming right up," you scribbled on your notepad as you returned your gaze to the brunette.

By now, his friends were astonished at your response and found themselves bursting into laughter as if it was the funniest thing on the planet. 

"Damn Eren, she really got you didn’t she" The one with the buzz cut said, slapping his hand on the brunette's shoulder. 

"I'm not gonna lie Eren, she's got sass. "The one with the brown mullet said, leaning back into the booth more. 

"Shut it horse face you too baldie," Eren said sternly, and the two men immediately straightened up.

"Tch" you said before walking away to retrieve their shots.

Eren watched you walk back as your hips moved with ease and your thighs rubbed together against the skimpy uniform shorts you wore. He could feel himself tighten up in his lower region. 

"Alright, a round of vodka shots will that be all for now?" As you leaned down to place the tray of shots on the table, your deep cleavage was visible as you leaned back up.

"Actually, I would like a dance" Eren spoke up, looking at you. 

"Sure, I'll go get someone for you. Just give me a sec" Before you could walk away, Eren spoke again. 

He leaned up from the booth, resting his elbows on the table with both of his fists under his chin.

"No from you" he said, looking you in the eyes. 

"Sorry pretty boy, I'm just the waiter" you said, picking up the tray of now empty shots. 

"I'll pay you name your price," Eren said before you walked away.

He just doesn't stop does he? 

"I don’t need your money" You turned your heels to make your way back to the bar. 

"Ten grand take it or leave it" 

You swear your heart stopped beating for another ten grand? That was more than you made here at night. That was more money than you made in a week, and you could really use it. You stood there deep in thought before making your decision. 

"Fine, but it can't be here. I could get fired" 

Eren smirked widely "That’s fine with me baby. My car is just out back when your shift is over. Meet me out there yeah?" He leaned back and continued a conversation with his friends who couldn't believe what had just happened. 

You waited tables and helped the bartender all night. Sometimes you would catch a glance of Eren staring at you with a hard gaze as you chatted up with people in the crowd which was made up of manly men. 

Eren had seen you talking to another group of guys laughing at something the raven haired man had said. For some odd reason, it made his blood boil like tea in a kettle. He was watching you the whole night and you knew it. Just by your body language, he could tell that you knew his eyes were on you every step you took. 

"Dude, you gotta stop staring at her like that it’s becoming creepy" The one with the buzz cut spoke. 

"Connie I'm not being creepy, I'm just observing" 

"Jean tell Eren he’s being weird," Connie said, rolling her eyes. 

"Is he being weird or creepy? "Pick one, Connie," the blond said, picking up a shot glass.

"Oh shut it Armin" Connie said harshly, leaning back into the booth. 

"Well, he is being kind of weird but-" The one with the mullet spoke after downing what was his sixth shot. 

"Thank you! Jean "Connie exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. 

"I wasn't finished Connie" Jean said, looking at him. "What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that it seems like Eren here has the hots for her already" 

By 2am you were in the backseat of Eren's car with his cock shoved down your throat. You didn’t know how a lap dance could turn into this, but it did. 

"Fuck yes just like that" Eren kept his hand on your head tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head up against his length.

Eren was bigger than most guys you had been with, but you weren't complaining as he shoved himself down your throat more and more with the push of his hips, lifting him lightly off the seat. You pushed your head as far as you could take him, your nose meeting the top of his stomach. He was seriously toned and had strong abs along his stomach. You gagged around him slightly as spit formed around your mouth and dripped down his shaft to his thighs. 

"You're taking me so well baby yes" Eren praised you as his eyes stayed on yours. 

Looking up at him, you could see that the bun he had on his head was falling out as sweat formed around the baby hair on his forehead. He looked so good above you like that as he smirked, catching you in a starry gaze with his dick in your mouth.  

He pulled you from his length, a trail of spit connecting you to his head. 

"Lay down" Eren ushered

Eren was already removing your skimpy shorts as you lay in the back seat.

"Watching you walk around all night in these made me want to ruin you even more," he said as he stroked your thighs.

"Yeah?" you inquired.

"Yeah" His voice was raspy as he grinned at you.

"Do it" you said eagerly. 

"Be careful what you wish for princess" 

Eren toyed with the hem of your panties, staring down at your aroused cunt, seeing it clench at nothing. He took his thumb and ran it over the material circling around your clit as you squirmed for more. 

"Fuck" 

"Use your words baby, tell me what you want," Eren said as he continued his actions. 

"Please" You squeaked 

"Please what" 

"Please fuck me" You pleaded with your eyes wide. 

"Don’t worry, I planned on it" 

Eren pulled your panties off as the hot air of the car hit your cunt. Bending his head down, he placed a soft kiss on your bud, trailing it down to your hole. Licking from the entrance to the top, he gripped your thighs in his hands, working his tongue at a fast pace, taking some time out to even suck on your clit. 

You were a moaning mess, your head pressed against the backseat window of his Mercedes. The windows were fogged up all over and there was a strong odor of sex in the air, but that didn't bother you. You could care less about getting caught by the club security guard. The thought of getting caught made you want to continue even more. 

Eren let go of your right thigh and reached for your soaking cunt, which was mixed with your slick and the spit from his mouth in one. Trailing his two fingers around your hole, he collected your juices before bringing them to your lips. 

"Open" He spoke slowly. 

You opened your mouth, allowing him to push his fingers inside, swirling your tongue around the tips before going all the way down to his knuckles. You could taste the sweetness of your cunt on the tips of his fingers. 

He watched you with lazy eyes and a smirk, grunting "fuck you look so hot right now". 

Eren pulled his finger out of your mouth, trailing them back down to your pussy before entering the two digits. His fingers began to move at a steady pace before you urged him on with your moans. As you grabbed the handle bar above the window to keep yourself from collapsing, his fingers hit the perfect spot.

He was so good with his fingers, the way he would move them against your walls. You couldn’t wait to feel the rest of him inside you. 

"Eren I'm gonna-" You let out a panted breath as he latched his mouth to your clit once again, flicking his tongue as his fingers continued their work. 

"Hold it," Eren said before pushing his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot every time.

Your legs shook as he held your left thigh in his hand and your right thigh over his shoulder, preventing you from closing your legs. Placing a hand on top of his head, pushing his hair from his face. He looked like a Greek god from below, those green irises glistening in the moon light that peaked through the fog of the window. You could hear the music from the club still going on and people walking through the parking lot. 

"Fuck Eren, I'm gonna cum right there" Your hands gripped his hair tightly as he let out a groan. 

"Your gonna cum all right, all over my dick now come here" Eren separated himself from your pussy by grabbing you by the hips and squeezing you into his lap.

Hands went behind his head to grip the back of the seat. Eren teased the tip of his cock against your slick folds, getting it wet with your arousal before pushing the tip in bit by bit. You shuttered above him, eagerly waiting for him to enter you fully. 

"Stop teasing" you said, looking him in his eyes. 

"You sure you can take it?" 

He grinned as you nodded your head, quickly placing his hands on your hips, he slammed your hips down. Letting out a wincing moan at how big he was inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix. Eren started guiding your hips in a back and forth movement after letting you adjust to his size. He was long and thick, splitting your walls perfectly. 

You moved your hips at a steady pace while leaning your face in the crook of his neck, kissing him softly and nipping at the skin. You wanted him to remember how he ruined you in the back of his car for the next week. You wanted him to constantly think about how he fucked you into oblivion. 

"Good girl, you're taking me so well, darling," Eren grunted, lowering his hands to your groin and gripping the flesh with both hands. He gave it a few slaps as he started to go faster with each one. They left his large hand to bring in red markings.

Of course, he had fucked many girls before, but you were his favorite by far. Your attitude made him want to have you even more. He wanted to teach you a lesson. 

Eren stopped your hips and lifted you up slightly. 

"Let me do some work," he said before ramming his hip into you at a fast pace. 

Your mouth hung open and jaw slack as he fucked you into next year. Eyes rolling into the back of your head and tears forming at the ends of your eyes. 

"Shit shit shit right there don’t stop" Your hand reached up to grab your breasts, which were still hidden beneath your bra.

You detached your hands from around the seat and around your back to take off your bra as he fucked you into the roof of the car your head almost hitting the ceiling. Eren took your naked breast into his mouth while looking up at you as if he was innocent. Eyelashes fanning against the skin as his hips continued to meet your ass. 

"Yeah right there you like that don’t you?" "Use your words, baby," Eren grunted, jutting his pelvis into yours.

"I do, oh my god." Your hands wrapped around the base of his nape, holding onto it. 

Eren grabbed your neck making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you. Brining you down as your lips connected with each other’s molding perfectly. His tongue entered your mouth as your moans muffled.

His moans became staggered signaling that he was close to his own release.

A few strokes later, you felt the bubbly feeling in your stomach reappear again and your legs began to shake more than they already were. By now tears had streamed down your face and your mascara running. Eren smirked as he watched you cry, giddy with delight at seeing you gasp for him every time he jutted his length into your walls.

"I'm cumming" You spoke as your orgasm ripped through you like a blade. 

Legs shaking as Eren continued to fuck into you, pulling out at the last minute to release himself over your stomach. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and it was silent as you both tried to catch your breath. Rolling to the seat next to him, you sat sweaty and sticky with arousal. Looking to the side, Eren was doing the same but staring at you out the corner of his eye with a grin before speaking.

"So you want ten grand or are you gonna let me take you on a date?"

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[whosjunglejim4322]

Cobra Hybrid! Yukhei/ fighter AU

Warnings: pussy eating, breeding kink, competitive fighting, bl**d, mentions of open wounds, eagle hybrid Xiaojun, scorpion hybrid Hendery, minor mentions of getting high, angst, mentions of near death experiences, fluff bc Xuxi loves u an unhealthy amount

The sky outside of your bedrooms hopper window is scattered with rich hues of deep violet and burgundy, a sight that is too captivating to not sit and admire for at least a moment while your food cools off on your beside table.

You've always been particular about the temperature, needing it hot enough to burn your palms but not the surface of your tongue.

You smile warmly to yourself as you think of Yukhei, the way he can practically scarf anything down no matter the heat. You've had to physically stop him from inhaling piping hot ramen quite a few times, though he never listens. "Its okay, promise!I like when it's hot!"

Stubborn boy.

The colors above seem to dissipate by the second into shades that better suit the nighttime hour, not even a quarter of the sun peeking from below the horizon as the city below continues to buzz with work commutes, or perhaps lovers that are eager to be in the same space their partners occupy.

You sigh ruefully, knowing that it's just your suboncious missing a certain doe eyed, raven haired boy.

It hasn't even been two days since you last saw eachother, the navy blue sweatshirt that he wore over still hanging off the corner of your dresser, the scent of patchouli and cedarwood clinging to the fabric.

Your fingers reach out to undo the latch that keeps your window closed, the cool, dusk air gentle against your cheeks.

You know you shouldn't worry about him, he's with Hendery and Xiaojun and the others and they're all celebrating YangYang's birthday in his uncles house near Shenzhen.

At least that's what his last message said, and truly, you're not one to be overly nosey or obsessive. But the thought of Yukhei, your Yukhei, back in that poisonous red ring with barbarous eyes latched onto his body, eager for his blood to spill across the white floor-

You feel your throat tighten at the thought, eyes closing as you inhale through your nose, the air not as thick with smog this time of year and allowing for at least somewhat of a peace of mind. 

You find the juxtaposition to the outside world, and the world that lies below the boutiques and indie music shops and niche cafes, to be sardonically humorous.

It makes sense, strangely, that the evil and greed that people possess would no doubt be thrumming with a life of its own in the hybrid world, even more so than that of the human world, sometimes.

And for hybrids like Yukhei, the ones with a little more strength, a little more aggression once the animal that coexists with their dna is provoked, for a king cobra; merchants practically frothed at the mouth when your boyfriend put himself up for rivalry.

It was the last thing he ever wanted to do, and not just because the clubs usually smelled of dry blood and spit among other noxious substances, or because of the fact that his body felt as if it had been hit by a train every morning when he awoke.

It's because of how you sobbed when you found out. Your eyes and nose raw with the fury in which you had rubbed them, your body shaking. It hurt more than anything, more than a fierce kick to the jaw or a pair of canines ripping into the flesh of his shoulder.

It was agoninzing, almost more so than the fact that he had to do it in order to pay off some stupid, futile debt that he owed.

It was a nefarious fox hybrid who helped him out of an almost brawl at a club downtown during the time he worked there, fixing drinks sometimes, or lending a hand in securing the canvas and apron that was needed for the fighting ring.

It was easy work for him, and he needed the money if he wanted to get through school by even a little, but the people who occupy spaces like that, they weren't too keen on a snake hybrid being allowed in during daytime hours; helping or not.

It was just a bigheaded bull, a new bartender who caught a glimpse of the few iridescent scales that gleamed acrosss the expanse of his shoulder blade, and before he could even smell the unprompted vexation wafting off of the hulking man- he was thrown across the room.

He was nearly impaled on the bar top, nearly. Though the fox jumped in almost too eagerly after the bull busted your boyfriend's top lip open, introducing himself as the owner and kicking the aggressor off of Yukhei after professing his status.

As far as the story goes, the owner was still quite upset at the fact that two bottles of expensive liquor had been busted and wasted in the whole debacle, news to Yukhei since he had been, well, fearing for the safety of his face due to the close proximity of six inch horns.

So, it was lose a decent job and have no other options left as such a reclusive breed, or use his strengths to his advantage.

You shudder everytime you think of the ladder. Nothing prepared you for hearing that from Xiaojun's mouth, for seeing him look so weak, so close to the brink of deterioration. He looked broken.

Your noodles are cold now, and you curse yourself for allowing your thoughts to wander off to a place so unnecessary to revisit.

You're too tired to heat them back up, moving from your window sill to your quaint, welcoming bed. You peel the thick comforter back and nestle yourself into the warmth, grabbing your old (but still functioning) laptop in hopes of finding something new to watch on netflix. You have too much of a habitual personality to start a new t.v. show, but a movie might suffice.

It's hard to focus your attention elsewhere, to not to think of him. He's the type of person that you can't ever get used to seeing upclose, so effortlessly beautiful it's almost painful, an ache in the pit of your chest.

Maybe that's silly to say, but it's not jusy because you're sickeningly in love with him. It's this force that he carries with him, like he's made of pure, raw sunlight.

You close your eyes for a moment, picturing the way his plush lips feel against yours when he smiles into a kiss, noses touching and giggles resonating in his throat as you play with the wild strands of his perpetually fluffy hair.

You think of all the things that make him inherently him. His hands, the way they always seem to be steady and gentle, elegant, despite their size. Even when he caresses your cheek with the back of his knuckles, it's featherlight.

It's in his nature to be so agile, so stealthy in his movements. You sometimes forget he's a snake hybrid at all, his outside appearance similar to a lion shifter, or a wolf.

It's probably the most unobvious thing about him, unless he were to take his clothes off and reveal the miscellaneous littering of scales across his broad back and shoulders.

They're similar to his eyes in the way that they're usually onyx until they glimmer under light, ranging from shades of dazzling silver to veridian. You think of the way he hums in satisfaction everytime you run your fingertips along the surface, eyes captivated with wonder.

You jolt in surprise as your phone rings obnoxiously loud, your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the prospect of your pleasant thoughts being so rudely interrupted. Your indignation vanishes when you see the caller ID.

Hendery 🦂 is calling...

"Hello?" Your voice is neutral for the most part, the rational side of your mind trying not to panick so suddenly.

That doesn't last long once you hear the troubled pang in the hybrids voice, the hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up.

"Hey, uh- I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry to have to- look Yukhei is hurt-" You're sure all the blood in your body has suddenly been drained, stomach twisting as the words fly from Hendery's mouth. "We can't go to the hospital, Yangyang isn't with us and-"

This can't be happening. Not again. Who lied? Did they all lie?

"Is it the same club?" The stillness in your voice is unsettling, though you're pretty sure you might be going into shock at this point. You can't feel your limbs properly.

"Yes." He replies bleakly, and your fingers tremble as they end the call.

It's like you knew, you always know. There's something about being with Yukhei that has given you a sort of second sense, it's like knowing when a step is missing and you're about to trip.

You know you're going well over the speed limit, skin pulled fiercly over your knuckles with the force in which you're gripping the steering wheel. You're only aware you're crying when streaks of warmth cascade down your cheeks and soak into Yukhei's sweatshirt that you threw on before leaving.

You never wanted to be back here, navigating the slim dark streets to find that familiar, seemingly abandoned building with a simple red logo spray painted on the side. It can only be understood by hybrids, humans not able to translate.

The building is tucked so far back behind the city, it makes for an incredibly unpleasant journey, along with an already unpleasant destination. It's a dark corner in a place full of light. It's the door to a shadow world, to the creatures that find comfort in malice and anguish.

You're surprised you've arrived so fast, not even aware of the strange, curious glances you've been getting by passerbys. No doubt wondering what a little human girl is doing in one of the most dangerous, underground parts of the city.

But they can't touch you, not legally anyways. It's forbidden for hybrids to harm humans, and none of them would dare risk exposing their little side show for a taste of a mundane.

It's Xiaojun you spot first, his conspicuous head of nearly white hair sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the darkness of the alleyway. It's only as you approach that you can see he's slumped under the weight of Yukhei, who's figure is akin to a wilting flower.

You feel your stomach lurch, though adrenaline is what drives you to throw yourself out of the car like a madman, leaving the door open and all to run to his side. You share a brief glance with a wide eyed Hendery, gesturing towards the car as your knees scrape fiercly against the pavement.

You almost don't want to look at him completely, gaze set on Xiaojun as you round to the other side and slip yourself underneath Yukhei's heavy arm. You can't, however, ignore the blood that sticks to your skin, nor the scent of it clinging to him. He murmurs your name with a strained cry, your knees wobbling.

It's a complete blur, happening in what you guess is only about two to three minutes. Yukhei slurs his words as you and the blonde haired hybrid hoist him up with all your strength, agonized groans bellowing from his throat while you move him to the back seat.

You help to manuever his long legs into the car, every bruised, wounded, and bloody part of him visible now underneath the light above your heads. It's even worse than before. How can it be worse?

You throw yourself in beside him, Xiaojun slamming the door shut before he sprints to the passengers seat, Hendery hitting the throttle as soon as everyone is secure inside the vehicle.

You turn to your boyfriend, your love. You have to resist the urge to reach out and touch him, terrified to accidentally skim past a laceration. You whisper his name into the darkness, hoping that he'll answer and that he won't disappear before your very eyes.

Getting him inside of their apartment complex isn't easy. And not just because it takes two of you to carry him, his body too weak to do much of anything; it's mostly because carrying a half dead looking hybrid to an elevator isn't really the most optimal option.

Luckily Hendery knows how to pick the lock to the fire escape hatch in the back of the complex, allowing the four of you to somewhat subliminally carry him up two flights of stairs before finally arriving at apartment 236.

Not the essiest thing you've ever done. But none of that matters, nothing matters right now except for him.

"Couch!" Xiaojun yells, Hendery two steps ahead of him, pushing the old coffee table in the center of the livingroom to the far right corner.

Yukhei stammers before you both set him onto the piece of furniture as gently as you can, a choked whimper being the only sound he can make. It's even worse in this light, all the shared meals and nights binge watching movies suddenly lightyears away. Now this room is tainted with the sight of him falling apart.

"What do we do? Oh god, what do we do?" You speak through a broken sob, on your knees next to your boyfriends limp figure, his long limbs hanging off the side of the couch while his head struggles to stay upright.

You don't even realize Hendery has ran off until he is jogging back with a first aid kit that probably won't do any good, not in this situation. He reads the uncertainty and disbelief in your expression, quickly rebuttling.

"Venom, we need his venom," He and Xiaojun share a look that you don't quite understand, but you're too overwhemled to question it right now. "We just need to clean him up first, as best as we can."

He hands you a warm, damp washcloth and you are quick to bring it to Yukhei's face, the only place that isn't too damaged to touch and somewhat tamper with. His swollen eyes struggle to stay open, but once your hand caresses his sweltering cheek, he uses all of the strength he has to mutter your name.

"I'm so- sorry, you don't...you don't under..understand."

You place a gentle finger to his busted lips, pulling back immediately as his eyebrows furrow and he winces, not yet aware of the two others pouring some sort of unfamiliar disinfectant onto the open wounds.

"Shh, not right now. We gotta get you fixed up, okay? It's gonna be alright."

The words are probably more comforting to yourself, though nothing is comfortable at a time like this. Everything is happening so fast, Hendery gently pushing you to the side and whispering something to Yukhei that is inaudible to your human ears.

He nods weakly, and you can't hide your horror nor contain the frightening gasp that escapes your throat when Xiaojun approaches and bares his claws, shoving them into your boyfriends side.

You're frozen in place, time stopping for a an infinite moment as you sit and watch what's unfolding. Hendery muffles Yukhei's agonized shout initially, removing his hand when he realizes that the cobras fangs have been ejected.

He holds a vile up to his mouth, puncturing the top open with the sharp edge of his tooth, allowing the sticky clear venom to drip down into the glass container. You've never seen Yukhei's fangs before, mostly because snake hybrids and cobras alike aren't one to use them unless absolutely necessary.

Life or death.

It happens quick, Xiaojun with a needle inbetween his deft fingers, likely from the inconspicuous looking first aid kit, pulling the venom through the syringe before handing it to Hendery to inject into your boyfriends carotid artery.

His body stiffens as if he's gone into shock, veins protruding from his skin and pulsing like his heart beat has gone past the safe amount of BPM.

And then, he's still, so still it feels like you're getting a glimpse of what it's like to lose him, and you still can't find the strength of the willpower to move.

"He'll be okay, I promise,"

Hendery is by your side in an instant, panting as perspiration drips from his forehead. "He just needs to rest, he's the only type of hybrid who can use his own venom as a healing agent."

It feels like you've stepped into a different dimension, like somehow now is the time that your brain finally begins to over process the fact that none of these boys are human and that monsters really do exist.

They're not the monsters. You're not bothered by their otherworldy state of being in the slightest, but there's something in the way that they speak that makes it seem as though you're missing a vital detail, like a page ripped straight from the spine of a book. A page that could very well determine the entire stories fate.

"Where's Yangyang? And the birthday?" Your voice is barely above a whisper, incredulity in your tone.

He and the blonde haired eagle look guilty beyond belief, hesitancy in their eyes. The anger that boils inside of you, starting from your toes and rising to your ears, pushes you to stand to your feet and move past them to where Yukhei lies.

Theur admittance to whatever the fuck is going on, can come later. You don't trust yourself right now anyways, too angry, too overcome with grief to yell or shout or throw things in the way you wish to.

You sit by his side, and reach out to brush his tousled hair out from in front of his scraped forehead, examining the violet and burgundy hues that blooms from underneath his honey colored skin.

"I love you, I'll always be here."

You whisper, lying your head against the cushion next to his, exhaustion suddenly clouding your brain and allowing you to forget, just for a second, that you almost lost him.

The sunlight burns red from behind your eyelids, last nights events not yet in the forefront of your brain until you hear the low timbre of voices from the other room, haunting images forcing you awake.

You sit up too fast, head pounding from the restless sleep you've endured. You realize you're in someones bed when you kick off a familiar pair of black sheets from your feet, the setting around you like a second home. Yukhei's room. Someone must have carried you here during the night.

You're quicker and more eager than you've ever been in the morning, feet carrying you towsrds the half open door as you practically sprint into the livingroom, expecting to see him lying there as immobile as he was last night; preparing yourself for the worst.

But you don't see anyone on the couch, in fact. It takes you a moment to register that everyone is in the kitchen, huddled around the island. You're too beside yourself to realize that the broad, tan back that's facing you belongs to him, until he turns around.

You don't get a good look at his face, already smashing yourself against his chest with a force that doesn't even budge him. You gasp suddenly, recoiling in fear as you step away, terrified that you've hurt him.

His long arms are still open expectantly, doe eyes glossy as he stares back at you in confusion, your expression as shocked as it is dubious. He's healed. Well, not completely. Your fingers trace over the scabs that have formed where gashes and lacerations once were just hours before.

He pulls you to him again by your elbows, and you look up at him through wet lashes to see that the bruises are no longer a severe shade of purple and blue, only slightly yellow.

It doesn't take many more glances before you're forcing yourself up onto your tippytoes, grasping his cheeks in your palms and pressing your mouth against his.

His arms enclasp you fiercly, nearly making it hard to breathe but you don't care, not at all. Not when he's whole and alive and smells like himself again, not when he's kissing you like it's been years since you've last seen eachother.

When you part you realize that Yangyang and Kun are here, and the confusion that you harbored last night for their actions and secret glances, has you reluctantly pulling away from the embrace of your lover.

You see it now, the fear and worry that colors his expression. All of their expressions. Your eyes are suddenly fierce, fists clenching by your sides as your nails form crescents into the flesh of your palms.

"Someone better tell me what the everliving fuck is going on and why this happened again," You've never been so furious, have never lashed out as anyone as angrily as you are right now.

"A birthday party? Really? That's the excuse you came up with?!" Yukhei hangs his head in shame, knowing that it's in all of their best interest to let you finish. It's only fair.

"And you all knew, every single one of you let him walk into that ring again, every single one of you were okay with letting him die!" Your voice rises an octave, fresh tears now springing from your tired eyes.

"And I know there's something more, you're all shit liars. I just don't know what's going on and I dont know why, I just need to know why?" You sound defeated this time, covering your face in your hands as the cobra cradles your head against his chest.

You're too weak to pull away, too run dry to sob any longer.

Kun is the first to speak.

"His venom, it's-" You can only guess that someone glares at him, Hendery murmuring to his elder to let Yukhei tell you himself.

You finally glance up, meeting the teary eyed gaze of the man you love, who looks as terrified as he does stricken with unidentifiable emotions. He's silent as he deliberates with himself mentally, looking over his shoulder and nodding to the group in a silent understanding, before gently guiding you towards his room.

Venom, money, high.

These words echo in your brain as you sit across from Yukhei on his bed, his eyes too scared to meet yours as he finally finishes his explanation.

It's the whole hearted truth, as painful as it is to admit to the one person in this world who he so desperately wants to protect. But it had to be done, for your sake and for his.

"So the drinks you were making, they were filled with your venom...and people drank it willingly?"

You're still struggling to understand, no anger or shame laced in your voice as he expected, though it still doesn't lighten the indescribable weight that sits on his chest. He swallows.

"It's like...it's like a high for some people, or like being drunk but to an extreme, euphoric level," He anxiously picks at the skin beside his nail beds.

"The fox knew he could profit off of it, but it's still taboo. He was my employer and could easily pass me off as a crooked cobra hybrid who was sneaking my venom into drinks for secret cash. So he told me if I wanted to stop, for good, I had the chance to get my get out of jail free card during the upcoming fight,"

Your heart feels as if it might rip through your shirt, the pain and obvious regret in his voice tangible. It all makes since bow, though, in hindsight. Though you still don't understand why the others were so involved.

As if he read your mind, he continues.

"And Hendery, Xiaojun...they were just protecting me. They'd wait and make sure that I left the club everynight unharmed, and they knew the cost of confronting the fox. Hendery's venom as a scorpion is lethal, so he couldn't get involved for obvious reasons. They weren't happy or okay with any of it, I just didn't have a choice."

You suddenly feel like the guilty one now, chest heavy as the pieces of the gigantic, horrifying, and confusing puzzle finally come together.

It's alot to take it, more than you were prepared for. And your anger isn't directed at them anymore, in fact wvery ounce of fire that had been raging inside of you burns at the idea of that stupid fucking fox doing all of this for cash.

Sensing that he's still worried you're upset, you reach out to grab his fidgeting hands, his chin lifting only slightly as to peer at you through his dark lashes.

When you crawl over to him and on his lap, he looks dumbfounded. Even more so as you kiss him gently, softer than a rose petal as your thumb caresses the apple of his cheek.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, I'm so so sorry." Tears slip past your waterline before you can contain them and he kisses them away just as quickly, voice incredulous.

"Baby no, don't apologize, ever," He lifts your face to his, eyes wide and full of reverie. "I'm okay, I'm okay because you were there and I promise with my entire heart and soul to never get wrapped up in that shit ever again, ever."

You kiss him again, the taste of tears not bothering either of you. You just need to feel him, to remind yourself that he's not going anywhere. You can't shake the thought of how he looked last night.

"I almost lost you, Yukhei you...I thought I'd wake up and you'd be gone and I'd never get to kiss you again or hear your laugh," He's crying now, too, silently as he closes his eyes and you bury your face against his neck. His hands cradle you as if he has the entire world in his grasp.

"Shh I'm here, m'not going anywhere baby. I'll stay forever with you."

And he means it to his very core, feels it in his bones, solidifed as you kiss him again and again like he suplies the air in your lungs. You're both so in love with every fiber of your being, so enraptured in the feeling of one another.

When you push at his chest to silently ask him to lie down, he's quick to assert who's taking care of who, eagerly gripping your soft waist and letting your back fall against his mattress.

"My sweet angel," You arch into his touch as his plush mouth nibbles the soft skin underneath your jaw, traveling across the expanse of your throat and to the sides of your neck. "Let me make you feel good, been so patient with me."

It dawns om him that you're wearing his hoodie and he swears his heart throbs in his chest, quick fingers pulling the garment over your head and tossing it to the side with your shirt underneath, before continuing his descent.

He's shamless in the way he cups your breasts in his wide palms, gazing up at you through slitted eyes as his pink tongue flicks over one of the hardening buds. You reach out to touch any part of him you can, whining as he repeats the action on the opposite breast.

He wanders even further down, across every inch of your tummy, humming all the while in satisfaction at how sweet you smell between your legs, at how needily you whine for him.

He's all too excited now, pulling the shorts from your body with a force that should've ripped them in half, kissing your inner thighs sweetly but not as earnestly as he'd like. He's just too focused on the enticing sight of your glistening sex, mouth practically watering.

He doesn't wait for you to prepare yourself, digging in immediately. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling themselves in the strands as his mouth encloses around your throbbing clit, suckling before he licks a broad stripe over your folds.

"Yu-yukhei...oh!" Your thighs threaten to close around his head but he holds them open with an inescapable grip, endulging himself wholeheartedly as he slurps and licks at every drop of juice that flows from you.

It's a maddening sort of pleasure, your toes curling and belly tightening. His nose is pressed against your pubic mound as he keeps his mouth over your center, wriggling his head back and forth as his tongue flicks over your clit at an inhuman pace.

"Ah, I can't- oh fuck." You're blabbering incoherently, though it only drives him further. He relishes in the way you're writhing underneath him, the way you're so wet just for him and him only.

"Want you to cum on my tongue, can you do that for me?"

All you can do is cry out in response, bucking your hips against his mouth as he prods at your entrance with the tip of his tongue. You're so close it's humiliating, but he's elated, already sensing your orgasm in the way your walls throb and pulse with every lick to your bud.

The sounds are so nasty, so lewd in the way your wetness combined with his saliva is so audible in the small room.

You cum without a warning, not being able to speak or do much of anything except jerk and twitch as he keeps his mouth on you, unrelenting in his determination to taste your release.

You whimper.

"Fuck me, please Xuxi p-please."

You beg softly, with half lidded eyes and he reluctantly lifts himself from your center with dark yet gentle eyes, mouth saturated in your juices. He can't resist you.

He kisses you like this, and you don't complain one bit. Not when he's got his pants down faster than you can blink, gripping his thick shaft and rubbing the ruby hued tip of his cock against your sensitive clit.

"Want me to fill you up, huh? Want me to make you mine forever and ever."

You're unable to verbally respond when he pushes himself in, not even an ounce of friction due to a mixture of your cum and his spit coating your walls as well as the inside of your thighs. He buries himself to the hilt, your hands on his broad back.

His pace is determined but not frantic, body held up by his forearms so he can continue to kiss you while his dick spears into you. Your lips are one of his favorite parts about you, so soft, the perfect size to slot right against his.

"Yes Xuxi, want you to give me all your cum, pretty p-please."

He supresses a hiss, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you wrap your thighs around his middle, heels pressing into his lower back.

"Mm, gonna give you my babies," He doesn't miss the way your walls flutter around him, as he pulls himself almost all the way out before sheathing himself inside of you once more. "Want you to be leaking with my cum for a w-whole week."

You whimper, and it drives him mad. His hips are agile and precise as he fucks into you now, controlled and skilled. He knows exactly where your sweet spot is, exactly what has you clinging onto him for dear life.

"You're s-so big, missed your dick, missed you."

He's the one whining now, scattering wet kisses under your jaw, nibbling your earlobe. It's like no other sensation, being together like this. You can't tell where he ends and you begin, all you can do is feel.

"You like my big dick, hmm? Want me to stuff that pretty pussy full." His words are filthy, but his candence is sweet like honey, earnest in the way his voice trembles. He's just as high on pleasure as you are.

"Please, please, yes."

His thrusts become harsher in the way he fucks back into you, reaching past your cervix. Your fingers bury themselves into the dark strands of his hair as quiet whimpers bubble from your throat, senses overwhelmed with Yukhei Yukhei Yukhei.

It doesn't help that he's so vocal in your ear, the deep timber of his groans sending chills down your spine and causing your belly to fill with heat, spreading throughout your limbs like wildfire.

It's not just fucking, this feels like what making love really is. It's a reunion in more ways than one, a solidification of your bond. You wish it could last forever, the scent of his skin, the softness of it. You can feel every muscle in his body strained with the strength he uses to please you, to reach depths that have your toes curling.

When you turn your head to kiss the skin just below his ear, his hips falter.

"Oooooh, shit baby m'gonna cum, fuck."

You pull his face from your shoulder to smash his lips against yours, cradling his face as he cups the back of your neck. His tongue slips inside your mouth, and you purposely squeeze your walls around his length.

He mewls, cursing under his breath. "Cum for me, please Yukhei," He's looking right into your eyes, lips kiss bitten, skin flushed. "Make sure you give me every last drop."

He's done for, hair sticking to his forehead, a broken groan straining to leave his throat as he pushes himself as deep as possible, both of you watching each others expression in the process.

"I love you I love you I love you." He chants, while spurts of his cum paint your walls white. You unravel when you look down between your bodies for a fleeting moment, catching a glimpse of the amount he's released as he disappears inside of you over and over again.

He kisses your face as you struggle to grasp onto him, the pleasure too much to handle, physically and emotionally. It has tears springing from your eyes, nails digging into his biceps as he continues to fuck you through it.

"I love you too, I love you so much." You finally reply, finding the strength to speak no matter how slurred and sleepy it might sound.

He smiles warmly with irrevocable adoration, eyes crinkling at the corners. He strokes your cheek with the soft pad of his thumb, leaning down to peck your nose, and then your forehead, and then your eyelids.

"You have my entire heart," He professes. "I'll always be here."

"Guess I saw that cumming."

Xiajun glares at Hendery.

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[msmarvelwrites]

The Winter Ghost - Part 1

Info: A devestating carcrash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn't and because of that,everything you knew was about to change.

(I'm so sorry I'm so bad at blurbs.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes - Y/n

Warnings: PTSD, anxiety, swearing.

W/c : 1.2 k

A/N: This is my first ever fic. I'm not going to say take it easy but, 🥺

The subway rattled as it rushed through the dark underground newyork tunnels, jostling you. You reached out for the beam next to you gaining your balance again. You hated taking the subway. Usually you would hail a cab on your way to the coffee shop but this morning you were running late.

     All night you were kept awake with the same nightmare. The same nightmare that haunted you for almost a year now. As the lights flickered through the subway and you closed your eyes, you saw his face. The face you saw every night when you tried, desperately to sleep.

       A tall man standing on the edge of a bridge. You began to approach him but he paid no mind, his back to you. Heart begins to race, and tears stung your eyes. "NO! Please, stop! Please don't! STOP!!" You would scream so violently you felt your throat begin to burn. That's when he turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat as you finally saw him.

     A few dark strands of hair fell from his messy bun. He had harsh features, like he was made from clay and the artist left without softening the edges. His eyes were dark and hallow. They seemed sad, broken maybe. As he turned back around you let out one more heart shattering scream as a loud gunshot rung through your ears, causing you to double over. Heaving as tears burned your face. And then you woke up...

      Your eyes sprang open and you gasped for air. A few passengers next to you shot you dirty looks as your tried to calm yourself. A blaring headache throbbed in your temples, as tears threatened your eyes. I am calm. I am okay. Just breathe. You repeat the mantra a doctor once told you to use. Slowly your breathing steadied, but the headache remaind. That was always a fun side effect when you thought about the nightmare.

       As the robotic subway woman announced your stop you rubbed your temples stepping out of the doors. You were so preoccupied trying to bring relief to your brain that you didn't notice the two hooded figures that quickly followed you through the tunnels and out into the city.

         Your coffee shop was only about a block away now. The streets of New York were flooded with people with scowls staring at their phones, pushing through the crowds. You had only been living in New York for two years now and still found it alittle overwhelming. You moved into the city after the the accident. Trying, and failing not to think about that horrific night you began to feel the blood pounding in your ears. No. I am calm. I am okay. Just breathe. You repeated taking a deep, slow breath and yanking the old door to the coffee shop open. The rusty bells that hung on the frame made a pathetic squeaking/chime noise as you entered.

       "Good morning Jannie!" A loud, high-pitched voice called to you which you recognised as Emily, you're overly eager coworker.

         "Morning." You faked a smile as you walked into the back room. Surly Emily was going to talk your ear off again today like she did every day. She was one of those people that went out every night and giggled and said the work 'like' between every other word. You tried to remember a time when you were as outgoing but nothing came to mind. It wasn't that Emily was a bad person, she just didn't seam to notice you barley said, 'like' 6 words to her and she never really stopped spuwing them. But strangely, you found her babbling helped keep your mind distracted. Even if you were never really listening.

        "So, ohmigid! Janie, the craziest thing happened to me yesterday! Like, I mean insane. Okay so like, I was walking to the the club, you know the one..." Emily began to chime as she poured a woman's foam over her latte. You tried to listen, but slowly your mind wandered off. The lights flickered in the coffee shop. You held your breath, feeling your mind begin to spiral again. I am calm... I am okay... Just-

      You opened your eyes and you were in a small damp cement room. The bright florescent lights slizzled down causing you to squint. They buzzed loudly causing your horrible headache to pound harder. Your mouth was dry and tasted like metallic. You were dizzy and your vision was distorted. Your brain finally caught up with your surroundings, realising you were secured to what felt like a hospital bed. Panic began to set in. This was different. You'd never seen this room before in your nightmares. "Welcome back, moy rebenok." The cool words brushed against the back of your neck causing you to shiver.

      "Janie? Jane!? Hey, can you hear me? Ohmigod, like, are you okay?" Emily's panicked words shook you back to the dirty coffee shop floor you were now on. You didn't know how long you had been on the floor, curled into the a fetal position, arms wrapped around your legs. You looked up at her, still in a bit of a daze.

      "Janie, ohmigod, what the hell is going on? Do you like, need me to call someone for you?" She crouched down beside you, placing a comforting had on your shoulder. Her touch was searing hot and make you flinch away.

        "I'm fine. Thank you, Emily. Sorry I- I don't know what happened." You spoke so quiet you didn't know if Emily actually heard. She only nodded reassuringly.  Slowly you rose to your feet, realising everyone in the coffee shop was peering over the counter with annoyance. Your eyes fell on a tall man and his redheaded girlfriend standing in the corner intensely staring at you. You felt nauseous as the reality of your current situation settles in. Thankfully, Emily was there. Now there was something you never thought you'd say.

      "Alright, shows over! You'll get your coffee. Just form a line." She yelled, her jersey accent drawled whenever she raised her voice. She paused and looked at you, now brushing dust off your pants. "Why don't you take a 15 in the back, girl. Drink some water maybe?" You smiled weakly and did as she said. Before you headed to the back room you took one last look over your shoulder. The couple from the corner were still there, but the woman was now saying something to the man who only nodded as his eyes burned holes into your scull. Quicky you spun on your heals and headed to the back room, eager to get the hell out of eye site and calm yourself for the long shift you had ahead of you.

     You didn't know what had just happened, only that it never had before. Not like that. The doctors said, after the car crash that you could experience some PTSD but this... The cement room. The strange voice. The way you could still feel your body aching.  You'd never experienced that. His words sent a shiver down your spine and echoed through your mind. moy rebenok.

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Thank you for reading! Any and all feedback is appreciated 😍 stay tuned for the next chapter!

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FAME: A Legacy Challenge

Sul sul simmers!

Like many of you, one of my favorite things to do in The Sims is play Legacy Challenges. They lead you to explore new aspects of gameplay, give you new imaginative ideas, and facilitate storytelling. So, a couple of nights ago I got the idea to create a new kind of legacy challenge revolving around different aspects of fame.

The goal isn’t exactly to become the most famous using said career/ skill, but to play around with different elements of the fame system in the game. You by no means need all the packs to play through this legacy. While the experience would be more complete and you will be missing careers and skills and stuff you can obviously adapt it to your need. Also, you are more than welcomed to use mods to enrich your gameplay. I myself can’t play without mods and look forward to see what kind of chaos mods can add to this challenge.

So without further a do below are the 10 generations I concocted like a fever dream at 2 am on a Saturday evening:

Gen 1: A Shaky Foundation

Traits: Cheerful, Ambitious, Self-Absorbed

Career: Acting, Style Influencer (Trendsetter Branch)

You move to a new city full of hopes and dreams. You initially pursue your dream of becoming an actor. However, your career is cut short by the unexpected arrival of your first child. You retreat from the spotlight in order to raise your baby and put all of your energy into making sure they have the best future possible. The rest of the time you spend either working or trying to unwind from your demanding life. What will fate bring you and your descendants?

Goals:

Move into an empty lot with 1600 simoleons for the bare minimum.

Start in the Acting Career, but abandon it for the Style Influencer career once your first child is born. Remain in the Style Influencer Career and eventually choose the Trendsetter Branch.

Max out the Style Influencer Career.

Reach level 10 of the Parenting and Wellness Skills.

Be close friends with all of your children and make sure they each age up with at least 2 positive character attributes.

Gen 2: Get Your Head in the Game

Traits: Active, Music Lover, Outgoing

Career: Athlete, Entertainment (Musician Branch)

Your parent might have seemed very overbearing at the time, but they instilled a work ethic in you like no other. Your entire life you were split between your two passions: basketball and singing. Okay, fine, you're Troy Bolton. After succeeding in the sports world you still find yourself feeling somewhat unfulfilled. You enter the entertainment career later on in life to live out your dreams. Will this be the start of something new?

Goals:

Max out the Athlete Career and then switch to the Entertainment Career (Musician Branch).

Max out the Fitness and Singing Skills.

Be in the drama club in high school.

Gen 3: Going for the Stars

Traits: Clumsy, Loner, Genius

Career: Astronaut

Your parent always told you to shoot for the stars, you just took it a bit too seriously. This world was always a bit too pedestrian for you and you yearn to finally lay your eyes on the astronomical craters of Sixam. There's just one problem: you're terrible at it. It's not your fault, you're just a bit clumsy; but will your two left feet keep you from reaching your dreams?

Goals:

Work in the Astronaut Career your entire life. Get demoted and fired at least once in your lifetime.

Destroy and repair a rocket 3 times.

Live in a tiny home for your young adulthood and adulthood.

Have at least one set of twins. *You can cheat for this!*

Gen 4: The Finer Things in Life

Traits: Materialistic, Hates Children, Lazy

Career: None

You've seen all the generations before you work their little pixelated butts off for every simoleon, but you're not about that life. You were destined for the finer things in life.

Goals

Reach level 10 of the Charisma and Mixology Skills.

Marry and survive 5 spouses. Take that wording however you want. Divorce is not allowed. You must be the last once standing. After all, spouses are like infinity stones. Meaningless.

Never have a job. Only make money from spouses, family, or children. If you get desperate enough you can ask a friend for a loan or steal, but no working of any kind.

Each child you decide to have with one of your rich spouses comes with a 20k trust fund. If they get taken away or die before coming of age, all the money has to be returned to the evil capitalist overlords. You can't get rid of them that easily.

Own at least 1 restaurant/ retail/ business with one of your spouses. Decorate it, assign the uniform, and hire everyone, but you never run it. Why would you go through the trouble?

Gen 5: My Precious

Traits: Art Lover, Kleptomaniac, Self-Assured

Career: Criminal

Your childhood was pretty hectic and you felt like you barely knew your parents. Who needs them? You've never needed anyone else anyway. On your 18th birthday, you receive your inheritance and use it to buy yourself an unfurnished apartment in the nicest building you can find and that's when your money runs out... literally. However, will a new job as a tough guy be the first of many great ideas or will it only be the beginning of the end for this famed family?

Goals

Once you become a young adult give yourself enough money to buy one of the apartments in the Uptown Neighborhood in San Myshuno. It must be unfurnished. After moving in set your money to 0 simoleons.

Complete the Criminal Career.

Reach level 10 of the Mischief and Dancing Skills.

Gain an atrocious reputation and spend the rest of your life trying to cover it up.

Steal 10 paintings from a museum and exhibit them proudly in your home. You are never allowed to sell them. As an adult, hide them in a secret attic nobody else has access to or knows about. They are your precious.

Gen 6: The Muses

Traits: Creative, Family Oriented, Insider

Career: Painter

You could have anything you wanted in the world thanks to your family's empire so you pursued your passion: painting. While you were never close to your other family members you were always very close to your art teacher. This led you to have very close ties to your friends, co-workers, and eventual children. Will your legacy remain for longer in the memory of strangers or your loved ones?

Goals

Complete the Painter Career

Reach level 10 of the Painting, Cooking and Baking Skills

Have a better relationship with your art teacher than anyone else in your family until you're a teen.

Move to a new world once you become a young adult and cut ties with your family.

Be the leader of one club for all your young adulthood and adulthood.

Be close friends with 3 co-workers and all of your children.

Prepare a meal at least once a week with the help of your children. *I know we don't have this in the game yet technically, but I'm hoping to have Cottage Living by the time I play with this generation*

Hang 5 paintings in a museum.

Retire from Painting Career to help care for your grandchildren.

Gen 7: Mole

Traits: Good, Perfectionist, Paranoid

Career: None

You always had a good relationship with your parents. You told each other everything... well, almost everything. You never understood why but one of your parents never talked about the rest of your family members. They explained that they simply never had a good relationship and would rather not talk about it. You respect this until their death when you return to their seemingly abandoned childhood home. While exploring the house you find a not-so-subtle bookcase door and a long forgotten attic filled with paintings. You take them in hopes of returning them but unbeknownst to you, you are being watched.

After an unfortunately unavailable nail-biting car chase, you shake off your attackers. You can't just lead them home to the rest of your family and what would the police do? They don't even arrest Vlad when he's trying to bite all of your sims!

Sorry, different rant.

So you do the only logical thing: you sell the paintings you just stole for some cash to buy an empty lot and skip town. A new life awaits you... just a bit underground.

Goals

Reach level 10 of the Writing, Logic, and Handiness Skills.

Complete the Best Selling Author Aspiration.

After your parent dies, you visit Gen 5's main home and retrieve the paintings hidden in the attic generations ago. Sell them and use the money to buy an empty lot in a completely different world.

Use your remaining money to build a small underground bunker. You can now never leave your bunker or risk immediate death.

You make your income by writing books under your new name. Oh, didn't I mention that? You changed your name to avoid detection. Your children may carry this new fake last name or your partner's.

Gen 8: Part of Your World

Traits: Loves Outdoors, Outgoing, Geek

Career: Social Media

All you knew was the bunker and it's not that you hated it, you just wanted a bit more. You're basically the little mermaid, except you don't get to be a mermaid. You just get a bunker you can never leave and a desperate yearning to explore the outside world.

Your outlet is the internet. From a young age you loved using it to play video games and make friends. As a teen you began to make videos and fostered a community online. Will you finally take your place in the world or remain hidden underground?

Goals

Reach level 10 of the Media Production and Video Gaming Skills

Complete the Social Media Career.

You're never allowed to leave the underground bunker until you're a teen.

You aren't allowed to go to school. Instead you play video games and use your computer for outside interaction.

As a teen you start developing your online presence by posting on social media and making videos on the video station.

You are only allowed to move out of the household once your parent dies and you have enough money in reserves to buy a furnished home.

Gen 9: Natural Born Performer

Traits: Gloomy, Unflirty, Adventurous

Career: Entertainment (Comedy Branch)

Due to your parent's fame, it was always expected you would follow in their footsteps. While a bit more gloomy than most, you are happiest when you make others laugh. So you join the Entertainer Career where you flourish as a comedian. You're also a bit unlucky in love. Will the family name's fame and your own notoriety keep you from finding true love or are you destined to a lifetime of gold diggers and one night stands?

Goals

Complete the Entertainer Career (Comedy Branch).

Reach level 10 of the Comedy and Rock Climbing skills.

Complete Serial Romantic Aspiration

Have four children.

Die suddenly and *mysteriously* in your adulthood.

Gen 10: A Grand Finale

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Ambitious, Perfectionist

Career: Actor

After losing your parents at a very young age, you and your siblings were sent to live with some distant relatives you didn't even know about. While you and your siblings are all very different and you bicker plenty, you always stick together.

After learning you are a descendant of some of the most famous and infamous sims in history, you are determined to meet and surpass their achievements. Will you come out on top or have you flown too close to the sun?

Goals

Complete the Actor Career

Achieve level 10 of 10 skills of your choosing.

Become a Global Superstar.

Get a star on Starlight Boulevard.

Throughout your lifetime you must go on vacation to every house you lived in throughout all previous 9 generations. Oh, and your three other siblings need to come along too. Think of it as Narnia meets It. Also make sure to steal something from each of the houses as a souvenir and display it proudly in your own home.

After you've completed all the things above, get turned into a vampire and choose to end your mortal legacy here... or start a whole new type all together.

Thank you so much for indulging me in this insanity. While I haven't played through any of these generations myself as of yet, I look forward to see the chaos and cuteness possible in The Sims.

Happy simming!

V

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[tokyoghoose]

is it hot in here, or is it just me?

pairing: daisuke kambe x reader

playlist: dirty dirty - charlotte cardin, so hot you're hurting my feelings - caroline polachek*, i touch myself - borns ( cover )

warnings: mentions of sex and dirty thoughts, fighting/violence, mentions of murder, the word slut ( towards reader ), daisuke being hot af ig

summary: while on an undercover mission you reunite with an old partner before things get 'frisky' and not in a good way.

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first full length balance unlimited fic! im actually quite proud of it even if the anime is postponed. I will continue to write for them 😌

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

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The bar is more like a club, except for the fact there's no one so extremely intoxicated that they're acting a fool. No, it's actually quite prestigious for being underground. White and gold outline outline the area and it smells like expensive cigars and leather. Live jazz music plays in the background, setting the mood for the couples huddled together in love booths. It's nice, beyond nice— whose daddy paid for this?

In a red dress, you stir your gibson cocktail, awaiting the signal from your boss over the earpiece. It's already been an hour and there's been no sign of the suspect. Maybe you've been played. As time passes that seems more and more likely. At this point you were ready to turn in and call it a night. Places like this were no fun unless you had someone with you. And honestly, being alone in a place like this wasn't the most comfortable. There were eyes looking your way from singles and couples a like. Who knew there would be so many swingers.

There's a patterned knock at the door that makes you perk up and glance through your peripheral. The body guard looks through the slit in the door, moving to mention something about the password. The club was always tight on security, afterall. To get in you needed to prove you were coming with a member or waiting for someone who was one. The whole process is quite time consuming when you're faking your identity.

Finally, the door opens and you can see a tall man in a dark grey suit walk in. Curiously you turn your face to place your chin in the palm of your hand. Eyes travel up the figure before finally reaching the face of the mystery man. Not the suspect, but he's even better. A fond smile comes to your face at the realization of Daisuke Kambe. The name has a familiar taste on your tongue and it's honestly quite uplifting seeing such a 'friendly' face. He looks the same after three years and you wonder briefly if he's undercover too or if he has paid his way in. Daisuke was never frugal when it came to getting what he wants. Where he was lacking in words, he made up for it with expensive charm.

Oh how you had missed him.

Meeting his eyes, you raise both brows in question before turning away to down your drink. You push the glass to the bartender, holding a finger up before glancing over at daisuke, who sits in one of the booths across the room. He narrows his eyes at you in question, jutting his chin over to the bar before nodding to the door.

So he's on a mission afterall.

Your eyes shift to the door as well with a nod. He seems to understand well, but it's not a surprise after the time you worked together. It was a brief two years, but during it you learned to communicate in silence. His eyes told you much more than his mouth ever could. Now thinking of it, all the Kambes were better with actions than words.

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A few conversations have picked up after twenty more minutes of waiting. Perhaps if there wasn't another man in the area, the other's advances would have moved you. You weren't picky with your men, but you weren't one to settle for second place when first is still an option. Still, it kept you distracted for the time being. Besides, Daisuke looked was busy with a man himself.

You lean in, placing a hand on the chest of some patron with a giggle before the door opens once again. This time you're quick to look, seeing another man trail in. The static in your earpiece comes alive, the voice on the other side stating that it is in fact your target. The patron you were with turns his head as well and smiles before pardoning himself to shake the hand of the man. You briefly recall the suspects name: Vince Aiko.

Now the party was getting started. You wave them over, batting your eyes with a small smile. You don't miss the woman that walks in behind them, but she doesnt stop at the bar anyway. Instead, she heads over to the raven haired across the way. You resist the urge to follow her figure, instead keeping eyes on the two men and starting conversation.

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The goal was simple. Get the target alone and eliminate him. Usually you weren't one for death, but the police weren't helping in this case. The company you worked for took it into their own hands, given the okay. Even if it wasn't your task to kill him, someone else would. No jail time would follow as apart of the deal, so there were no repercussions against you for killing the scum. It's a win win.

The other man had gone to the restroom by now, leaving you alone with Vince. He smells lavish as well. It was clear he belonged here by the way his hair was combed back and how whitened his teeth were. He has money and it's not ruining out anytime soon.

It took you until he ordered a drink and didn't have to pay to realize he was the owner. The assumption that it was daddy's money grew stronger. He was outwardly trying to flex wealth he didn't even own. He wasn't trying to be subtle when he asked for the most expensive bottle or paid the band to play his favorite song. It was entertaining, yet disappointing. At least Daisuke spent the money without mentioning anything about it. At this point you just kinda wished the guy would shut up.

Placing a lingering touch on his shoulder, you lean in again. He smells like a new car. He places a hand on your upper thigh, quickly catching on to your advances.

"Why dont we go to the back."

It's not a question, it's a demand and it's exactly what you wanted. Right in the palm of your hands. With a giggle, you take his hand and stand while plucking the toothpick out of your glass and pulling the olive between your teeth smoothly. Walking past Daisuke and the woman at his booth, you wink.

The backroom looks like how it sounds. Behind another door and a pink curtains, you enter a red room. It has a single loveseat in the shape of a heart and there's champagne and wine on a side table. There's a dark blue light overhead that contrasts the rest of the room like a spotlight. There's no music except for the quiet hum behind the doors, but the further you go away from them the quieter they get. He takes your hand and pulls you to the loveseat.

"I'm can't say I'm surprised. My friend out there thought you were in to him, yet here we are... Is it the money that gets you going?"

His eyes trail over your figure and you understand what this room is for exclusively. You resist the urge to roll your eyes or push him off as his fingertips skim your arms and you play along.

"What can I say? Rich men are the sexiest."

You play with the collar of his suit, looking up at him through your lashes and parting your red lips. He stands up taller to glance down at you, trying to assert his dominance. It's sad knowing that's how he got off. He wants control and he wants you on your knees, the only other thing he could ask for at that point is for you to lick his dress shoes. It makes you sick.

His fingers stop at the thin strap on your dress, fiddling with it before starting to slide it down. You push him away and into the seat behind him. Taking a hold of his tie, you lean down to his ear to kiss underneath it.

"Why rush when I can give you a show."

He chuckles when you turn around and you roll your eyes. What an idiot. I almost want to laugh. You move your arms up, brushing your hair off your shoulders before reaching for the top of the zipper. Glancing at him with a smirk, you shake a finger and turn to face him. His fingers rake up his thighs, reaching out to touch you but you smack his hand away with a tsk.

"Lookie, no touchy."

You start to make a round behind the chair, fingers grazing his shoulders and pulling at the fabric. Once behind him and forcing his head forward you take out the earpiece and reach for your thigh. There's a gun there in the holster and a knife beside it, hidden by the red drapes. Thank god the for the slit. When rounding his other side you pull the firearm out and aim it at his temple, stabbing the knife into his thigh before he can jump up.

"Sit down, sicko. Don't try anything or I'll put a bullet through your skull."

You stick the earpiece into his ear, waiting for the receiving in to chime in.

"Who let you think a soundproof room was smart? It's like one of those double sided mirrors in here. Honestly, you're such an easy target."

His eyes glower at you like his expression alone will make you back down.

"You slut! I'm gonna kill yo-" He's cut off by the earpiece. They ask for information, stating that if he complys his life will be spared.

"I'm not stupid-"

"Beg to differ."

"-I know you'll just kill me anyway. I'm not telling you shit!"

The earpiece goes back off and you take it from his ear to listen to the other side. Two words is all you need to finish the assignment. Kill him.

"This could've been so much easier for you if you just listened. " You feign a pout, clicking the safety off. He struggles against the metal, rambling on about killing you and the company, finding you and blah blah blah. Having enough of his whines, you silence him with a quick pull of the trigger. You look down at the body on the floor and then at yourself, cleaning up quickly before leaving the room, making sure to step on his back in the process.

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There was maybe ten minutes before his bodyguards would notice he hasn't left the room. You go to make your leave, but not before stopping by Daisuke's booth. You stand a bit aways, watching him try to get information out of the girl before his eyes glance over to meet yours. A one-sided smirk creeps onto your face. He was never very shameless when it came to things he did and the way his eyes did a slow once over of your body was deliberate.

How you missed that look. It's the same bedroom eyes from the nights you spent together in the sheets. You start to wonder if the body under his shit looks the same and if his fingers still produced magic without even trying. Were his lips still as soft?

Now isn't the time for that. You narrows your eyes and go to slide into the booth beside the girl after you notice the disgusted look she gave you. Shame is her freshly manicured nails were to get messed up in a fight. Not that she was trying to pick one, but-

"Long time no see, Kambe."

Daisuke quirks a brow and gives you a warning look when the girl glances at him. You shrug, placing your head in your hand.

"You know her?"

"Of course he does! I miss the sex we shared every night."

He chokes on his drink, shaking his head. What has gotten into you? You're lucky he had finally gotten the break they needed in the case before you came over. Still, you were way out of line with that one.

"Y/N, this is Lily. Y/N was just kidding, we used to work together. "

When he scowls at you, it actually scares you because he means it. He could take you down with him if need be. He adjusts his suit jacket and clears his throat before continuing, "Thank you for your time, but I suppose i should get go-"

"Aiko's dead! Code red!"

Daisuke looks over with his tongue to his cheek as if to say you fucked up and you're not ever hearing the end of this if we get out alive. Honestly, he might just leave you behind if in sacrifice fkr the case. You shrug in innocence, already calling in help for an escape. Until then you'd have to fight them off. Apparently these dummies were smart enough to notice who Vince went in with and they are quick to lock eyes with you. And so did the rest of the club goers.

You make a move to get up, sliding out of the leather seat with hands in the air in surrender.

"Would you believe me if I said he did that himself?"

It starts with someone attempting to grab you before people go ducking under tables. All those grueling hours of training for really coming in handy now. You just barely miss the grabbing hands, taking the bottle of wine on the table and breaking it. Lily gasps at the shards, going to hide under the table as well and tugging on Daisuke to follow. You gesture the broken bottle about, thrusting it forward.

The men simply laugh and go for the kill. The bottle doesn't last long and you move away from the table for the fight.

Hell is broken loose and it isn't long before Daisuke resorts to joining the fight. It shouldn't surprise you, but it does. He punches one of the guys with a right hook, grabbing the collad of his shirt and throwinf him into another. For someone so weak looking, he sure was strong. It makws you swoon.

"I really do miss us, Daisuke. Just like old times."

He scoffs, continuing to fight beside you. He hates fighting and always has. He finds it undignified and perfers to just dodge and have them attack each other if he can't pay it off. But right now there was no room for negotiations.

"Now isn't the time to relive the past, y/n."

It stings, but you know it's true. Daisuke was the kind to get straight to the point. It's part of the reason he was so easy to work with. Suddenly, it makes you upset to realize that this was in the past.

You hear a car screech outside, trying to land one more punch on some bald guy before looking at the door. You tug at Daisuke's suit, practically dragging him towards the door before pulling out your gun and pointing it at the rest of the men standing. The hesitate. As much as they want to go after you, none of them want to die for it.

You push him to there door and nudge him to open it. There's a revved engine outside waiting for you, and apparently now another guest. He takes the hint, pushing the door open and taking the gun from your hands as you flee. There's one shot fired, but you know the victim won't die. He may seem heartless, but he wouldn't kill someone unlwss he had to. He knows when someone will save someone else and he knows what's in people's conscious. He had always been good at reading people when he cared enough to.

The night has turned from blue to black and you aren't sure when. It's suddenly too cold to wear the dress and it's starting to rain. This has really been one hellish night. The passenger waves you over from down the block in a hurry. There are sirens in the distance—they must've called the police to arrest everyone else involved. That's always how it went. They gave the company the ok to take the case and then come in to finish the job and take the credit because of the unsavory ways you deal with the suspects. If you weren't always in such a hurry and you didn't want to be arrested, you'd be pissed. With a huff you kick off your heels and run down the pavement with Daisuke hot on your trail. He didn't usually flee scenes like this, not anymore at least. He'd be lying if he didn't miss the rush of it. He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the past life he lived.

When you get to the care, it starts to pour and Daisuke puts his suit jacket over your head and shoulders before pushing you into the backseat. Caring, yet impatient. His attitude makes you roll your eyes and shove him when he gets in.

The car pulls away just before the police arrive and it's quiet except for the low hum of some tape playing. The radio didn't work and the volume knob was stuck, so you'd have to strain your ears to actually listen. But it seems no one minds.

You take off the jacket, handing it back of to him and he puts a hand up to say you can keep it. He says something along the lines of, "It'll still be raining when you get out. Give it back later." Is he insinuating you'll meet again?

"Or I can give it back tomorrow morning, if you feel like staying over. "

The sudden bravery shocks you and apparently it takes him aback as well by the look on his face. His face drops back to deadpan almost as fast as it lifted and he scoffs, looking away and out the window.

"I really do miss you, Daisuke. In more ways than one," you say quietly, looking down at the jacket and running the fabric between your thumb and forefinger. He glances back over at you before dropping his gaze to your hand and with a sigh he places his over your own and squeezes. It's a conformation, a returned feeling, but of what exactly —you aren't sure.

It'd be enough for tonight.

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