#Orion Beck
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Hello please give us a Beck fam update 💫💛
You know who we haven't got to see anything about...Stella. Miss Stella and Oakley are in fact the same age, and I teased that both of Iris and Aster were pregnant here. But how is Beck, Ellie, Attie, and Rion going to react to not only a baby, but a girl?
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Stella Gemini Beck
Summary: then there was six
Pairings: Aster X Beck
Rating: 🥹🥹
Warnings: language, mentions of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.3K
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Beck had been a bit concerned about his and Aster’s little surprise baby. They hadn’t planned on another baby, but weren’t the most cautious about it either. And now, here they were.
Aster denying she was pregnant for the longest time, despite what her husband told her. Refused to even take a test, because Mrs. No More Babies, knew there wasn’t a baby in there. He just made sure that he made food that included high levels of folic acid.
But that morning that Aster tried to shimmy in her tight pencil skirt, and turns to the side in the mirror, and she blows up air at her clearly bumped out stomach, Beck just laughs at his wife. “This isn’t funny.”
“What’s funny, is this is your third pregnancy, and you wanted to deny all the signs. When was your last period, Starlight?”
“Moonbeam,” she gives him a whine. Walking towards him in a lacy bra and unzipped skirt, she presses her head against his chest. “No more babies.”
“Remind yourself that when you’re telling me to fuck another baby in you.”
“I am under duress, that doesn’t count,” Beck rolls his eyes at his ridiculous wife. Anytime she was ovulating, she had a breeding kink. Horny for him all the time, and who is he to complain when his wife is begging to spill in her so deep it sticks. He just gives her what she’s begging for.
“You are a horn dog. You’re also ridiculous like your father, and I question mine and your mother’s sanity daily. These Ransom genes run so strong in you. It’s like you were carved out of his left ass cheek. I guess Lucy was the right one. Or switch it. You are his right hand man…woman.”
“You’re joking and I’m pregnant,” her voice muffled for how much she has her face buried in him. He just wraps his arms around her and holds her close.
“I came to terms you were pregnant a month ago. Even your mom asked when you were going to announce it, and I had to tell her when you admited it. She just groaned out, Ransom.”
“I’m gonna get huge again.”
“You’re going to swell for our baby. It’s different, and you’re going to look beautiful, and even more powerful because of it. So are we telling the kids now or later?”
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Just like when Aster was a child, she brings her three children in for a meeting. Orion sitting in the middle while Ellie and Atlas stare at their parents. Ellie knows. She gives Beck a sly grin, while Aster fiddles around her words.
“Mommy, just tell us you’re having a baby,” Ellie says, and Beck quickly agrees by nodding his head. Orion gasps, looking up at his beloved mom, while Atlas shakes his head no crossing his arms.
“Rion da baby,” he stubbornly answers. “No more babies.”
Beck tries not to laugh, and Aster can not believe she has a miniature her that goes by the name Atlas Cobalt Beck. “He’s still going to be the baby, until your sister is born.”
Ellie lets out a blood curdling scream, causing Orion to run into his moms arms, Atlas stares at his sister confused, and Beck gives Aster a wide open mouth look. “We were going to wait.”
“Attie, Rion will still be the baby boy.”
“I big boy!” Atlas grunts at his mama. “I big big boy!”
“I’m having a baby sister! A real baby sister!” she looks at Orion who gives her a pout, “I still will love you and Attie. I’ll play with you, and everything. But now I won’t be the only girl. Oh, Dad, what star are we going to name her?”
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Aster’s parents stare at their first baby, clutching onto her newest. For a child, and woman, who was always saying no more babies, she had proven herself to be one of the best mothers. Loving and attentive to her children. Shutting her work off completely, so when she was at home, her family was what was important.
Beck had proven to be the best thing for not only Aster, but Ellie. He always made sure that she was just as doted on by him as the boys. Even now, a nine-year-old Ellie still sat in his lap, her little head laying on his shoulder while they stare at Aster.
Aster and Beck needed one another. She needed him to calm her down. Needed him so that she realized that there were good men for her and her kids. He put her needs above his own, and she was so focused on everyone else’s needs. He got her to relax, and he thought she was perfect as her neurotic self.
Beck needed her to keep him grounded. For too many years his head was in outer space. Pouring his life into his work, until one little girl who colored blue pumpkins, made him want more than the stars. And now he had his own set of stars. He couldn’t get enough of his family, even had turned down a mission if it interfered with Aster’s pregnancies, the kids birthday, or Christmas.
Aster’s face had been damp from the moment that the newest Beck was born, and like always, she hadn’t let Beck hold her. Couldn’t even stop looking at her. “I don’t understand genetics or pregnancy or the fact that I grew this in my belly. She’s just perfect. Just like all our little stars,” she finally looks away from her baby to gaze at Beck and Ellie, turning to her parents who each hold a twin.
“Ellie, I know you know already, but Rion, Attie, this is your baby sister, Stella Gemini.”
“A star?”
“Yep, Atlas,” Ransom whispers into his ear. “Your mama’s stars are Gemini,” the little toddler points over to his mama, needing a closer look, and Ransom walks him over to them. Setting him down to look at his little sister.
“Orion,” Aster pouts at him, “Won’t you come see Stella?” he shakes his head no, laying down on his Mimi, “Are you mad at mama?”
“Me hurt her?”
“No, you’ve got to be gentle, but you won’t hurt her,” he looks up at his grandmother, and gives her a nod. She walks him to his mother, where he stares at his sister. Giving Stella’s cheek a few soft grazes. And Aster starts crying all over again.
Orion smiles up at his mom with his own tears, “Purty yike you, mama.”
“Oh, you Chris Beck, little thing. Gimme me a kiss, baby.”
“Glad you finally agree he is like me,” Aster shushes him, just hugging her littlest boy.
“Ah! Her smile. Daddy her smile!” Atlas shouts looking at his dad. “Mama, her smile big!”
“You like her guys?” both boys give her a nod, “Ellie you like her?” she nods as well, “Well, Moonbeam, you wanna hold your second daughter?” Ellie, shuffles off her dad, and gives her mom the biggest smile.
Beck leans over Aster, and reaches for the newest member, “Stells bells,” the baby squeaks in his arms, and he can’t help but to have his smile get even bigger, “Yep, we’re just about there, now.”
“No more babies!”
“Starlight, I’m just playing. Remember that in a couple of months.”
“What does that mean?” Ransom glares over at Beck and his daughter. “What does a couple of months have to do with anything.”
“Ran, baby, let’s go get something to eat and leave the new family,” she pulls his arm, but he still glowers at each of them.
“AstroBoy?”
“Ran, quit being ridiculous. Azzie, we’ll be back in an hour or so to get the kids. Get some rest.”
“I didn’t get an answer,” Ransom’s eyes still look at the door as his wife pulls him away.
“Oh good grief, Captain, Aster would give Beck as many babies as he wanted. What do you think it means.”
“You called me Captain. Screw food, I want a different dessert. Let’s go.”
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#💫anon#desperate lives#desperate lives au#desperate verse#da au#da au request#dau#aster drysdale#chris beck x aster beck#chris beck#eliana henry beck#atlas beck#orion beck#stella beck
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i’m glad i found you again ☹️ here’s a little something while we wait for your original account! baby Rion, chef in the making! 🥰
- floofy is hoping the blog will return!!
Oh Floofer! I needed this! Yes Rion is the one you got to be careful trying to take his food from him. Aster and Beck just let him enjoy it, because he’s too sweet and cute to mess with.
I’m hoping this gets resolved quickly ☹️
#floofanon#floof/TikTok sending anon#desperate lives#desperate lives au#desperate verse#da au#dau#Orion Beck#da au video
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i love ben barnes but this mf is literally sirius black.
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The Seal Of the Black Lamb ⛧ 🜏 ⛧
It's only Satanic If you don't Knows whose it is...
Or if your a Anti Christ Government Or Pedo.. ⚡
#I cant decide - Scissor sisters#The Devil makes three - Walk the plank#Beck - Dear life#The cult of dyonises - The Orion Experience 🕶️
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🎄Snow day!🎄
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#Hearts of Titan#advent calander#web series#indie animation#original art#illlustration#snowball fight#art#holiday#Orion Hearts of Titan#Elias Hearts of Titan#Kory Hearts of Titan#Damien Hearts of Titan#Beck Hearts of Titan#Perri Hearts of Titan
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angst fic with tfp megatron x femme con reader? she has feelings and adoring thoughts for the warlord and he’s aware of it although he doesn’t like her back but yet megatron leads her on, making her think there is something special forming between them just so he can break her heart. y’know how megatron told starscream he kept him around because he took a certain delight in his strings of failure but he grew tired of it? well, megatron does the same to reader and finds it amusing how she becomes more flustered around him, flattered by the compliments and sweet-nothings she tells him. megatron knows exactly what to say and do to make her melt, he has her wrapped around his finger.
he knows what she wants as there has been many times their lips were so close to touching yet he never kissed her and always left her on the edge until finally one day, they kiss and reader thinks that her spark might burst from joy as she melts into his embrace but then he pulls away and laughs at her straight to her face and begins to tell reader that she never meant anything to him. </3
omg im sorry for the oddly specific request i really got invested in this scenario xD
TFP Megatron x Femme Cybertronian Reader
ANGST fic
Femme reader
Readers' frame type, paint job, etc, are unspecified
Reader has been with Megatron since the beginning much like Soundwave
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He is magnificent, strong, and beautiful. You swear to yourself that the large mech was forged from raw and unfathomable power. You know deep in your spark that you feel he should have been appointed the next prime instead of the archivist Orion Pax. He is a joke compared to your fearless leader, Megatron. You understand Megatron, you know what he had sought within the power of the primes and were terribly afflicted for him when he was denied his right.
Oh, how you admire him so, wanting only to please him and help him achieve his goals in rebuilding and ruling cybertron the way it should have been eons ago. And yet, no one saw it the way you did, not even Starscream, the wrech. Your merciful leader allowed him to return time and time again, with a stern servo, of course, to try and prove himself. And you were always there, always ready to pick up the pieces of his shattered hopes and relieve him of his disappointment in the seeker.
You give and give and give and never tire of his teasing.
"No one could never dream of ruling cybertron the way you could, my lord." You praise. Megatrons face twists into a grin. You've always been so kind, always admiring him. He noticed from the first time he met you that you were infatuated with him.
"My dearest (Y/N), you hold me in such high regard." He turns to look at you, arms crossed behind him. "Come." He holds a servo out, asking you to take his in your smaller one. Without hesitation, you step forward and put your servo in his, causing his grin to grow. His little pet, always at his beck and call, ready to give only to never receive in turn. The games he's been playing with you to get what he wants grant's him such a high level of satisfaction that he struggles to contain it at times.
"I think you are just the sweetest little femme." He coos, making you chuckle and turn your head away bashfully. "Oh, don't look away, little one. You know how I adore your beautiful face. How lovely you are." He turns your helm back upward to look at him, a shy smile gracing your derma. "My little warrior, I would have been blessed with your presence in the fighting pits all those years ago. My brave one." He caresses your face softly.
You have proved to be better than his so-called "best," rarely making mistakes of your own accord. The giddy feeling in his tanks when you stand tall beside him or try to hide behind him. Or the pride in your optics when you bring him what he wants. But none of that is more delicious than the hope in your optics when he brings your faces close. How ready you are and all the more willing to wait for him to finally give you the affection you so desperately crave.
All the scratches, dents, and dings you acquire from the autobots are reminders of your loyalty to him. The way you have sneered at Optimus to his face. Your naivety when he asks you just how loyal you are to him, making you bow and rest on one knee as you pledge yourself to him in an embarrassing display in the control room. The oblivion that afflicts you is so sweet and infinite that he's sure he could thrive on it alone. He stares into your patient optics, knowing.
Seeing.
"Tell me, my spark," he starts, taking your servo in his, "Do you really believe all that scrap in your little helm?" You look confused, how cute.
"My lord?" There's your hesitance. He chuckles, and his other arm reaches out from behind him to cradle you and lift you up off the ground so you are optic to optic.
"Do you really believe I would be the best ruler for cybertron?" He smirks inwardly, seriousness plastered to his face, and his field is filled with feelings of uncertainty. A soft, reassuring smile graces your derma.
"Of course. You would be perfect for cybertron. Your ideals and forgiving nature -" poor thing, so blind, "you are a true leader who will stop at nothing for peace. You have worked so hard and made so much progress already. I believe you have proven yourself worthy of primehood."
He hums amusedly and just watches your face. Optics darting from one spot to another, occasionally glancing at your derma. It's the same thing he has been doing for the longest time, leading you on, getting closer and closer to what you want. He's been getting more physical with you over the years, pretending to be awkward and easing himself into it. He's had his time, and he's gained experience with many mech and femmes. But you, you sweet, innocent spark, have little to no experience. The most experience you have is whatever he's done with you.
It's all really soft, sweet, enjoyable, and new. He can see how it affects you. You get all cute and flustered and shy, even when it's just the two of you, and especially in front of the crew and the others you are close to like Knockout. Soundwave "happens" to barge in a lot too, well aware of Megatrons plans with you. He also knows that Megatron has, as of late, begun to tire of your affections and longing. Your groveling has started to bore him after all these centuries. It has taken so long for him to finally be done with you, and he still has yet to kiss you.
He often thinks about how he's going to do it and where. Doesn't know if he wants to do it in front of everyone or when you're all alone. He supposes it shouldn't matter, so long as he can watch you die inside when he rejects you. Soundwave comes in, a red ping on his visor. It seems he will get his chance sooner than he hoped. An energon mine, it's losing stability, so he orders you to accompany him to resolve the issue if possible.
You work quickly and efficiently. The mine is no longer collapsing on itself. The blue energon crystals on the walls and ceiling cast a soft glow on your frame. You watch the vehicons get back to their stations to continue their work when Megatron slowly turns you to face him.
"We work well together, don't you think my spark?"He asks softly, and you nod in response. "You would do well as my queen." Your spark swells, you start breathing faster. He leans down to plant his forehead against yours, red optics staring into yours. You search his for sincerity, scanning his face. In seconds, he connects your derma. You feel like your chest is going to explode. It's better than you ever dreamed. Your optics close, and your legs wobble. He pulls away, your optics still closed, blue dusting your face.
When you open your optics and see the way he's looking at you, your tanks turn. He has a wicked grin, but before you can say anything, he laughs. It's a deep, hearty laugh. He pushes you away and continues to laugh, drawing the attention of the vehicons around you.
"You really think I have feelings for you, you? You are beneath me. You will never be my queen. You will never be anything more than just a silly femme. A frame stuck in a land of fantasy. I only played along because it brought the best out in you. You and you alone have helped me get this far. You've given me everything at the cost of nothing. You've been a fool." He states calmly.
"But..."
"But? But what? You thought it meant something? That I actually wanted you? Still so naive (designation), still so oblivious to the truth, or do you just not want to see it? They have seen it." He points to the vehicons, "day in and day out, they see you grovel at my pedes like the good little pet you are." You feel faint, like you could collapse on the ground right now. This can't be true. Coolant gathers in your optics, and he chuckles at the sight.
Before he can continue to humiliate you further, a plasma blast zips past him and hits one of the troops. The autobots. They were the cause of the malfunction. "(Designation), do your duty and stop them." He points in their direction. You don't move. You stand there looking down at your pedes. He growls and grabs you, and you look up at him, coolant falling down your face.
"I would have given you the galaxy." You whimper. A blast hits him right in the chest. He looks up to see Optimus running toward you both. With another growl, he roughly pushes you aside. You lose your balance and stumble backward into a jagged wall in the cave, the sharp rock scraping painfully against your back.
"If you're not going to fight, then get out of my way!" He raises his arm to shoot at Prime. You remain in your place watching the fight unfold. Everything is a blur, blaster fire, and explosions all around you. Soon, the mine becomes unstable again, and a large rock falls on top of you, pinning you there. You struggle a little, trying half-heartedly to push the boulder off of yourself. But you soon give up and sob. The fighting lasts a long while, and then all is silent. You're alone.
When you open your optics, you're not in the mine under a rock but are strapped to a table instead.
"Before you try, I have disabled your weapons." The old medic walks over to you.
"What?" A flash of Megatron.
"You wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. But I've patched up your wounds, per Optimus' request, and begrudgingly wasted our precious supplies on a Con." He complains. He drones on, but you don't listen.
"Megatron?" Your spark aches. He didn't love you. He never loved you. It was all a game to him. But you thought.
"Ahem! I'm giving you a diagnosis, and you're not listening!" He huffs, snapping you back to reality. When you look into his optics, he stops. He sees that familiar look, the one that says that you don't care, the one that says you wouldn't care if you didn't wake up.
"I was going to give him everything."
"Optimus, I don't think we're going to be capable of helping her," Ratchet looks back at you, laying on the table, "she refuses her rations and doesn't sleep. She doesn't even want to talk." Optimus looks up over the helm of his old friend to look at you, laying on the table. You're no longer restrained, but you don't move. There all day and there all night making worry bubble in his chest.
"Get out of my sight!" Megatron cries out, and Starscream sulks away. It's been weeks since he left you in the mine, and he hasn't seen you since. But it doesn't feel as good as he thought it would. For some odd reason, he feels empty. He doesn't know exactly why he feels this way and denies himself that it's because you're not around. Even seeing you after a stray plasma blast struck you in the abdomen, leaving you bleeding he felt no sense of satisfaction.
Sometimes, while he struts down the halls of the Nemesis, he thinks he can hear your smaller pedes trailing behind him, but when he turns, you're not there. And when he's feeling lower or more frustrated than usual, there's no one to tell him how great he is, to grovel and kiss at his pedes, to sharpen his claws and smooth out his dents with soft praise. No one is there for him to entertain himself with. No, he doesn't miss you! You were nothing to him!
"She is nothing." His own voice is heard from across the hall. When he turns around he sees Soundwave approaching him.
"Yes, I know," He turns back to look out the window again, "she had been nothing more than a plaything. The subject of my entertainment." He smirks. "I feel nothing though, I do not feel as relieved as I thought I would, Soundwave."
"My lord?" Your voice is played back to him, and he feels his chest swell, causing him to growl.
"I want her offline. Tell the troops I want proof of such if they can find her. I know the Autobots dug her up. I want you and the others on high alert. If you find her Soundwave, destroy her." His voice rumbles, laced with venom as he stomps into the hallway.
Megatron is too stubborn. He will never acknowledge that he was starting to like you, that he misses your flattery, that he looks for the warm touch of your small servos. He will never say he's sorry. He will never say or do anything. Thus, he believes that he won't rest easy until he has your helm.
"(Designation), what torments you so?" Optimus slowly walks up to you on the table. You don't even look at him but turn around to face the other direction. "Megatron?" That's all he has to say. You let out a shaky sigh, and before you know it, you're crying. He gets closer and puts a servo on your shoulder, and you turn around to face him. Your face has darkened and is streaked with old and new coolant. Your small servo grabs his, and without thinking, Optimus picks you up and hugs you.
He lets you cry for as long as you need, and before long, you're just sniffling.
"I gave him everything, and still, I was going to give him more." Your voice is laced with static and sounds weak, and it breaks Primes spark to hear a bot so broken. "I thought I was someone to him, that I was important." You whimper. "I was a fool."
"You were taken advantage of. He used you." He argues.
"No! I should have known, I should have seen!" You get angry. Years of devotion pass by, and you can see it. He was putting on a show with you. They all just watched and laughed while you were unaware. Knockout knew, and he hadn't told you. He knew and just let you continue to make a fool of yourself. You push yourself away from Optimus and stand on your pedes. Anger and embarrassment flood your fuel pumps. "And you!" You look at Optimus. "You're going to do the same! I know it!"
"No, I would never."
"I can't trust anyone! Everyone knew, and still no one tried to help!" Coolant pours from your optics from how upset you are. Your tanks swirl and feel tight. A sour taste in your mouth. You feel like you're going to explode, like the walls are shrinking around you, and it's getting hard to breathe. Your spark aches, and your chest tightens painfully. Your legs feel wobbly and weak. You hadn't noticed when the other autobots had come over, but now you felt crowded.
Optimus tries to keep them at a distance, noticing your distress. You feel like you're on display. Their faces distort into smiles and smirks. It's so hard to breathe. Why won't they leave? Why can't they just leave you alone? They won't stop staring.
#transformers#tf#transformers prime#macaddam#maccadam#macadam#cybertronian reader#tfp#tfp megatron#megatron#megatron x reader#femme cybertronian reader#angst fic
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Hi! Thank you so much for your wonderful blog! Could you please do prompts from songs that feel ✨orange✨? Some energetic, bright, optimistic lines would be so nice! Thank you in advance!
Orange Prompts
-> writing prompts from songs that feel orange. feel free to edit as you see fit.
"I don't know the way, but I know that I belong out here on this journey that I never thought I'd make." - The Color of the Sky by Thrice
"Welcome to the land of the permanent sun where the flowers are melted and the future is fun." - The Valley of The Pagans (feat. Beck) by Gorillas, Beck
"You are the bullet in my head." - Spiderhead by Cage The Elephant
"You are my radio. Turn you up when I feel low. You are the soundtrack to all I know. You are the rock to my roll." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor
"How can I help it if I like the way she makes me feel?" - Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers
"You know I talk too much. Honey, come put your lips on mine, and shut me up." - Talk too Much by COIN
"Who needs money when love is gold." - Rock To My Roll by Anarbor
"I turn each day into night, I stand there waiting for you." - Natives by blink-182
"Let's go paint the town on our way home." - Razzmatazz by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
'You're only going up from here." - Bummerland by AJR
"Well, he talks like an angel, but he looks like me." - Brazil by Declan McKenna
"Lovin' you's a recipe for disaster, hurts like hell but damn it's fuckin' heavenly." - Crazy by Makeout
"If I'm feeling right, I'll go out tonight and meet some strangers like me." - High Low by The Unlikely Candidates
"Tell me where we were and what we did last night." - Suicide Sunday by The Friday Night Boys
"You got to know that I meant it when I said that I liked you." - Ghost by Confetti
"In your head, I'm a junkie for your desperate love." - My Heart Needs to Breathe by The Faim
"Nothing has changed, he is the same." - He Is The Same by Jon Bellion
"I've found love in the strangest place." - Problems by Mother Mother
"We'll be the envy of the gods above." - The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience, ORION, Linda XO
"Loving is easy when everything's perfect. Please don't change a single little thing for me." - Loving is Easy by Rex Orange County, Benny Sings
"What keeps me sane is you." - Paradise by Bear Ghost
"Well, maybe I'm a mess. And maybe I'm depressed. And maybe I'll just find out who I am, and I don't like who it is. And I'm a wreck. I do it for the sex. And maybe I gotta realize this is as good as it gets." - Good As It Gets by Little Hurt
#prompts inspired by lyrics#writing prompts#prompt list#story prompt#my prompts#writing ideas#lyrics#song lyrics#lyric quotes#lyric prompts#song quotes#rp prompts#ask box prompts
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INFERNO
Summary: The witch trials are in full swing, the church ordered for all witches to be burned at the stake. From morning until the night, you pray for those who turned their back against God. But a knock at your door startled you, the church, in desparation, accused you of witchcraft. Only then did you realize that your God has long forsaken you. Now, you make a deal with the Devil.
Characters/Pairing(s): Demon!Hongjoong X F!Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror
AUs/Trope info: Demon!AU, Contract Relationship
Word Count: 1605
Warnings: References to witch trials, religious terminologies, oral (f receiving), slight overstim, taking virginity, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, literally talking about giving birth to the anti-christ, killing everyone (im being serious)
Rating: 18+
A/N: This is my late first entry to @/wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee's Arousal August event, tysm for reading! (Dedicated to my pyeongie brothers felix and jay, honorable mention to orion)
"Halt! You are being seized by the church. You will now confess all your transgressions to the light of the lord." The knights of the holy empire called out to you, the one day you leave the church to purchase food was the day you got accused of dark arts before your peers.
"Wretched witch, pay the price of your sins with blood and tears. Your crimes against our lord will not go unpunished. Come the break of dawn in a fortnight, you shall burn at the stake as you will in hell."
The metal of the constraints dig into your skin, you aren't sure if the metallic scent in the air was rust, or blood, you couldn't hear the screams of those being tortured over the ringing of your own ears.
You pray, this time for your own salvation; but seven days have passed and your god has not come to save you.
Whether it was desperation or disappointment, you couldn't tell. But something pulled you, so magnetic, the darkness that surrounded you was promising vengeance.
The sky grew dark as it was clouded in a tint of red, as if the heavens bled for you, but your back is against them now, no god is here to save you.
"A soul most pure, intriguing, very intriguing." A layered voice said, it whispered, screamed, groaned and moaned. You knew exactly who this was, the lord of darkness himself. "Tell me, after devoting your life to your God, why have you come to beg for my mercy?" The shadows started to condense, each word was also a step towards you, the shadow now vaguely resembling the figure of a man.
"I beg of you, lord of darkness, spare me mercy for my God has forsaken me, give me salvation, and I will then devote my every hour to you, waking or not." You beg as you fall onto your knees, your skin breaking against the cold stone floor as your nails drag across the dirty floor, the grime building as filth under your nails.
He chuckles, "Let me make one thing clear, you call yourself a devotee, but when you are on the stage that is life, you are first and foremost, an actor." The voice echoed in the chamber you were prisoner in, the click of his heeled shoes ticked like a clock, "good actors hone their craft, to captivate the audience; which is why I will offer you a contract. Give what is most pure of you to me, and I shall protect you, give you the power to burn this earth to the ground, return them to me, and I will promise you a life of bliss by my side."
He steps into the dim red light, you see him now, a man dressed in a black suite that was much too modern for your time, his glowing amber eyes pierced your very heart as the smirk on his plump lips bared his fangs to you. His hand is outstretched to you, black lacquered nails and a glowing purple glyph etched onto his skin.
"Come now, won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?"
You jump from your place on the floor, grasping his hand, and with a firm shake, you say, "I do, I promise to answer your every beck and call, I will serve you, my lord."
You feel the mark on his palm burn onto yours, the pain was insurmountable, like all the ends of your nerves were burning, pain that you could feel in the very core of your being, but then, bliss.
The contract has been signed, the seal now is to take your purity.
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper virgini, beato Michaeli archangelo, sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis, quia peccavi nimis.
The cathedral bells ring ominously, and a dark red tint paints the sky to warn the people below the heavens that the devil has taken hold of another poor, unfortunate soul.
The choir sang as the church bells rang, another soul lost to the dark hands of the devil. A path of sin paved with blood, sweat, and tears. Solemn was the tone of the town, a young maiden of the nobility embraced the devil himself, lost in his sweet kiss.
You embraced him, your body, mind, and soul now his. In every sense of the word, you gave your life to him. The people mourned and wept for you, their hearts heavy with the weight of this stain, this sin you left for them to bear as you will live forever in the dark bliss of the devil's tongue.
He kissed you passionately, his black heart almost beating for you, cold hands held you delicately, as if the slightest touch would break you, he laid you on the sheet that acted as your bed in this cell.
He trailed his hands slowly, starting from your knees to your thighs, the way his palms ghosted over your skin made goosebumps rise, he hooks his fingers to your draws, pulling the garment from under your skirt and discarding it to an unknown corner of the cell.
He stares down at your heat, golden eyes in a heated stare with your wet pussy, a flower yet to be plucked, dripping with golden honey as the lord of darkness blew the cold air into it.
He placed a delicate kiss to your knee, trailing equally soft kissed down the length of your thigh to the apex of them, your sex clenching in anticipation.
His forked, long tongue licked a stripe across your heat, collecting your sweet essence on his tongue, he groaned at the contact to your velvet flesh, reveling in the feeling of unbridled lust.
You throw your head back, a coil in your stomach was starting to form was the lord worked his tongue around your folds, stopping occasionally to suckle on your clit, you thread your fingers in his hair, pushing his head closer to your heat in a desperate attempt for more friction.
He continued this gentle but dizzying pace with one goal on his mind, to taste the first and last time this flower tasted so sweet.
The coil in your stomach was tightening almost painfully, the pleasure was insurmountable, pressure was building in a way that you never experienced before.
Then the coil snapped.
You throw your head back in a silent scream, your body shivering from the impact of such a powerful orgasm, he continues his ministrations on your heat, only this time avoiding your clit.
He licked your essence off his lips, he discarded his pants somewhere along the time he was between your legs, his firm hands took your legs and threw them over his shoulder, you catch his shoulder,
"Wait!" You plead, "my lord, your name, please give me your name." you say, the dark lord stared at you, but only for a moment.
"Hongjoong, Hongjoong would be more suitable for your human tongue." He said, as he finally entered you.
"Hongjoong-!" you gasp out, the stretch of his girth deliciously burned, his hard cock dragging into your heat with just friction that it didn't matter how wet you already were.
He rolls his hips in a slow and steady pace, taking in every new expression on your face and sound that you make. He bit his lip, holding back his own noises to savor the sweet sounds falling freely from your lips.
He picks his pace up after he notices you relax more, the force that his hips meet yours made your body rock upwards, shaking from the pressure that was rubbing against your walls.
"I'll breed you, your body, mind, and soul, all mine for the rest of time. I'll plant my seed into you, you'll bare the devil's children, mother of demons. My whore for all eternity." He breathed out, ragged from the force he was thrusting into you, you could only feel the rapid thumping of your heart over the ringing in your ears, your head was pleasantly empty, the only thoughts in your head was the delicious drag of his cock into you.
"Oh- Hongjoong-! It feels so good, oh- I feel it-!" You moan out, although you aren't sure if that's exactly what you said, for all you know, it could've just been babbling noises.
"Yes, cum around my cock, cream on it and milk it for it for all it's worth." he groans out, clearly also close to his release.
Another coil snaps in you, this time, much more powerful. You can fill a surge of dark power being absorbed into you at the same time Hongjoong spills his seed into you, this dark force was hot, it felt like you had the power of a god swirling inside of you.
Out of breathe, Hongjoong looks at you, "by the break of dusk, you will no longer be human. Let the sleep take you, my dear, for the next time you awaken, your final waking place will be all of the new world. I promise you that."
He said as he placed a searing kiss to your forehead.
By the time the sun rose again, all the strength you had lost from being imprisoned here had not only returned to you, but you are now stronger, the dark flame burning under your skin fueled your anger.
The cell, the dungeon, all the king's men, all the king's subjects, and the king himself, will not escape your inferno.
The only throne left standing is the one where Hongjoong sits, ruling over the sinners of the old world with you by his side.
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Jealousy - Orion
Here’s Orion’s jealousy story! The full thing can be currently read over on my Patreon.
Orion isn’t sure what he expected to see when he turned around, but this wasn’t on the list.
This past week, you’ve apparently come to enjoy watching him train. Your arm is still healing from a wound, so you can’t simply join him like usual. Still, you claim to like sitting on the sidelines and staring at him while he hacks away at dummies.
So he turns, expecting your eyes to be on him. Maybe it’s a rush, if he’s honest. He likes knowing you want to be around him, you want to see him.
Except your eyes aren’t on him this time. A knight stands by where you sit, talking his head off while you watch him with furrowed brows.
There’s an ugly urge stirring in his mind; Orion wants the knight away from you, wants to smooth the disconcerted crease between your brows out with his fingers. He wants your eyes back on him.
When the knight moves closer, looking like he might sit beside you, Orion sees the small grimace you try to hide. The expression on your face is clear; this isn’t what you want to be doing.
Your eyes dart over to him quickly, pleading, and he’s nothing if not at your beck and call.
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Full story can be read over on Patreon! Each story in the jealousy series will sit at around 600-700 words.
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getting some Rion but also baby Archer vibes 😩😻 the Drysdales loves the patience test because they know how dramatic they can be when they get older so they somehow gotta keep the babies on their toes while the parents still can 😹
- floof
🥹🥹 Rion and Archie just want to make their mama’s proud. They would sit there forever. Atlas would have them all gone. Otto would eat them, but put more in the bowl, Z is going to eat them and be unapologetic about it, Brooks will eat a couple and leave most, Raiden going to eat them and lie about it 😂
We know the Drysdale’s are all dramatic. Some are just more dramatic than others 😂
#floofanon#floof/tiktok sending anon#desperate lives au#desperate lives#desperate verse#da au#dau#da au video#archer baizen#orion beck
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﹒﹒ unisex names masterlist !
back again with another masterlist for u all after receiving some anon suggestions . here's 250+ unisex first names for ur next character , these come from various influence points but some of them really are just pulled from thin air . the names are sorted by first letter but not alphabetically within each letter ! if u found this useful , feel free to like or reblog to boost this .
A : ashtyn , avery , adrian , anderson , abbott , aaren , aki , alix , amari , aden , arden , addison , angel , arizona , armani , ayla , austen , avani , august , ajay .
B : bailey , beck , bellamy , blaine , blake , brooks , bryce , bodhi , beverly , boston , boyd , benz , banks .
C : cameron , camden , carter , casey , charlie , chicago , carson , courtney .
D : dakota , dallas , delaney , denver , dylan , drew , dua .
E : eden , eli , elliot , emerson , emery , erin , evan , everest , ezra .
F : fallon , finley , finn , forest , foster , finnick , frankie .
G : gem , gabe , gray , genesis , garnet , greer .
H : hale , harley , harlow , harper , haven , hayden , hayes , hunter , hero , holland , hollis , hudson , honey .
I : indy , indiana , isa .
J : jace , jack , jade , jamie , jay , joey , jordan , jude , juniper , julian , jagger , journey .
K : kali , keegan , kelan , kendal , kenzie , kieran , kit , knox , kyle , kaiden , karsyn , kourtney .
L : lake , laurence , lennon , lennox , landry , levi , logan , london , luca , lux , lyric , love , link , lincoln .
M : maddox , madison , manning , manny , marlow , marley , mason , max , morgan , montana , milo , michi , memphis , milan , mica .
N : nevada , nicky , noah , nye , nova , nash , nyjah .
O : ollie , ozzy , orion , onyx , oakley , owen , oliver , ocean , opal , otto , orlando , odelia .
P : paris , pratt , parker , pascal , pax , paxton , paxon , penn , peyton , phoenix , presley , psalm , pearl .
Q : quincy , quinn , quentin .
R : rae , ryan , reagan , reed , reece , rei , rem , riley , river , robin , rocky , rory , royal , rowan , ryder , ryker , reign , rue .
S : sean , sacha , sailor , salem , sam , sawyer , scout , shiloh , skye , skyler , sloane , sol , spencer , stevie , sutton , sydney , storm , sab , seven , saint , sage , shelby , silver .
T : tai , teagan , torrence , tyler , tristan , trevor , tove , toni , tommy , theo , terry , tatum , tanner , tate , tayler , taryn , tris .
U : uma .
V : val , vesper , vega , vaughn , vince , venus , vinny .
W : waverly , wade , whitney , winnie , willy , wylie , wren , wyatt , winter , winslow , wolfe , west , weston .
X : xio , xyla , xashary .
Y : yael , yves , yara , yensi , yale .
Z : zane , zuri , zoe , zion , zayden , zero .
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WICKED OLD SOULS NOWHERE LEFT TO GO AT THE BECK AND CALL OF THE ONES WHO ARE IN CONTROL, SO RAISE A GLASS FOR THE EMPTY-HEARTED WE'RE TOO FAR GONE TO KNOW WHEN IT STARTED.
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As a prince, Regulus’s schedule was crammed from dawn to dusk. There was his royal etiquette training, his academic tutoring, attending meetings of the council, his arcane studies and even military training.
The military training was last on the schedule, a couple hours before dinner so he had time to train and still wash up afterward. He was to be meeting with a newly assigned handmaid when he was finished being tutored in swordsmanship by Lucius, the King’s Hand. The swords were wooden but his uncle still managed to bruise him, hitting him with the weapon when his guard was down during a lunge. He can feel it blooming on his abs beneath his tunic as he leaves the training room, cursing under his breath because he can’t stand his uncle. Holding a hand over his midsection, he mutters a healing incantation– one he had learned from the family grimoire’s for smaller injuries. His skin feels warm, the air shimmering around his palm.
He’s so focused that he almost runs into Sirius in the corridor of the palace, who’s holding a silver goblet as he exits the great hall. “Apologies— I know you’re very busy, being as important as you are.” He’s being sarcastic, his dark eyes sparkling with humor. The two of them had been arguing recently, ever since King Orion appointed Regulus as the crown prince, citing that he was ‘more suited’ than his eldest son. “My prince,” he adds, giving a curtsy.
Regulus rolls his eyes. “Certainly more important than the town drunk, yes. Are you truly already wasted in the afternoon? You don’t have to try so hard to make me look better than you— I already do.” Even as he says it, he doesn’t think it’s true, deep down— he admires his brother, especially for how little he cares for what their parents think. And because he has so many close companions who care for him; so much to live for outside of House Black. The truth is that Regulus is desperately lonely, when he’s not on the back of his dragon.
“It’s called having fun; I expect you’ll learn about it as soon as you unwedge yourself from our father’s backside,” Sirius retorts, but his eyes are darker now because of his sibling’s words.
The younger prince’s brow furrows, frowning. Sirius knew it was a sensitive spot for Regulus; not getting to have his own life because of his dedication to their house. Or maybe he genuinely thought his brother didn’t want those things– he’s never been able to tell, throughout all of their arguments. “At least there are benefits to being wedged to the King’s backside. What are the benefits of being wedged into James’s Potter’s? Having a court jester at your beck and call? He’s a clown and you’ve always been better than him.”
Sirius frowns, almost a cold and distant look passing across his features as his grip on the goblet tightens. “Don’t speak of him again. You should worry about yourself, brother, because the things our father will make you do for that crown will make you wish you were day-drinking with James instead.”
Regulus is fairly certain he would prefer death to hanging out with the youngest Potter, hating both him and his family. Once, Serafim had almost burned James alive for carrying some House Black jewelry in his pocket as he was leaving. It was then that Regulus knew James had no respect for Sirius’s family, even if he did have some for Sirius himself. It irked him, the way the male carried himself, thinking he was above law and had some kind of infallible luck always on his side. He seemed narcissistic, and Regulus was sure that his brother deserved more than that.
“Anyways, Father was searching for you. He wants to meet in the Tower of the Hand– something about a new maid.” Then he turns, leaving with a flourish before Regulus can say much else. He knows Sirius is probably on his way to a night out, skipping dinner again to rebel against their family, shirking his ‘duties’.
Regulus thinks about his brother on the way to the tower, ruminating on the way Sirius had never seemed to fit in or understand anything about their way of life. He doesn’t even have a dragon; never imprinting upon one when they were young. Regulus can’t imagine not having Serafim, certain that he would’ve given up years ago if not for the love of his draconic partner. But somehow he excels less when it comes to people, nothing like his brother in that regard. He’s skilled enough at talking to them and making them like him, but he never formed a close group of friends like Sirius and he certainly doesn’t visit the brothel every other night to flirt with the women there. It seems to be expected of him almost– some of the Kingsguard had joked with him the other night about how they’re sure he and Sirius have been through most of the eligible bachelorettes in King’s Landing. He allows them to think that, choosing not to correct them, but privately Regulus doesn’t have any interest in fucking half of the city.
He doesn’t even have any interest in his arranged fiance, Daphne from House Greengrass. She’s the daughter of the Lord and Lady of the North, and as such would foster a stronger alliance between the two houses, were he to marry her. That’s what his mother wants, after all, and so Regulus agreed to it. He didn’t have any interest in anyone else and it was his duty as crown prince, so he accepted it. But something is missing in their relationship, because despite how pretty she is, he doesn’t feel much for her. She’s formal and pompous, and maybe it’s because that was how she was taught to be and she cares more about duty and securing her spot beside him on the throne than opening up to Regulus on a deeper level. She seems to be genuinely passionate about status, especially the idea of becoming queen.
But despite what Sirius seemed to think, Regulus’s heart wasn’t completely in it, instead wishing he had someone who seemed to care past his title or looks. Or at least someone who made him laugh, that he enjoyed being around. But many people would call him a fool for it, because love didn’t exist in real life; only fairytales read to children at bedtime. His job is to marry for politics, so he knows he must fulfill that role. But secretly he’s almost more of a child, wanting to play with his dragon and find a girl he really loves.
Which is why he’s taken aback by the way his mind goes completely blank when he first walks into the tower and sees the girl on the other side of the room. All of his ponderings about duty leave his mind, instead filled with thoughts about how she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, even prettier than the sights he’s seen from dragonback. Her auburnette hair is woven into a beautiful hairstyle with braids, loose curls framing her perfect face. She has big blue eyes and soft, pink lips, and such delicate bone structure that she looks like she was sculpted carefully by the gods, even down to her dainty nose and little chin. Looking at her for a moment isn’t long enough, so he gazes at her, trying to remember how to speak English.
Then he realizes his father is in the room because he clears his throat, so Regulus’s green gaze leaves her, centering on the King himself. “Sirius said you called,” is all he can manage.
“I know we spoke of it this morning, but I’ve made arrangements to replace the previous handmaiden,” he says matter-of-factly, standing from the seat he was in. “This is Bexley Diggory and she’s to attend to you as you wish. Her chambers are in the servant quarters, her things already put away. She’s free to start now.” He glances out the window, at the setting sun. “I have some matters to attend before dinner, so I’ll see you when one of the servants fetches you. Take a bath; you reek of dragon and sweat.”
“Immediately, your grace. Thank you.” He’s short with his father, as he always is, waiting until the man sweeps out of the chamber before he finally exhales, glancing over at the beautiful girl again. “You must’ve traveled a long way to get here… are you well rested?” Green eyes glance over her figure, taking in the beautiful, sweeping fabric of her taupe colored dress. The material is thin and looks soft, hugging big breasts that he can’t help but glance at. He swallows a little, feeling a heat in the bottom of his stomach that he’s never felt before, traveling downwards. Is this what all of those men talked about, when they went on for ages about women? The sensation is alien to him, but he likes it, shifting a little closer to her without thinking.
“I hope you’ll be comfortable here; I sorely needed the help, after the last handmaid tragically passed… She wasn’t young and pretty like you, though.” He says it like it’s a fact, because it is. “She belonged to someone else in my family and was already working in the castle, so she tended to me when I needed it… I’ve never had someone hired specifically to be mine.” His gaze wanders her perfect body before reaching her face again, already happy with his father’s choice. He could spend all night looking at her, if he truly wanted.
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Song Masterpost
[I was planning on linking all the songs to versions on Youtube, but apparently it goes over the number of links allowed on a post. Instead, the songs will be linked on each poll.]
Talk Talk - "It's My Life"
Kajagoogoo - “Too Shy”
The Beach Boys - “Good Vibrations”
Rush - “New World Man”
Cream - “Spoonful”
The Police - “Message in a Bottle”
Jackson 5 - “I Want You Back”
Diana Ross - “I’m Coming Out”
Diana Ross and the Supremes - “What Becomes of the Brokenhearted”
The Supremes - “You Can’t Hurry Love”
The Jam - “Town Called Malice”
David Essex - “Rock On”
Radiohead - “15 Step” | “Paranoid Android”
Michael Jackson - “Thriller” | “Billie Jean”
Elton John - “Dirty Little Girl”
Angra - “Nothing to Say”
Serú Girán - “La Grase de las Capitales”
Os Mutantes - “Ando Meio Desligado”
Bill Withers - “Lovely Day”
Blur - “Girls and Boys”
Sly and the Family Stone - “Thank You (Falettinme be Mice Elf Again)”
Charles Wright and the Watts 103rd Street Rhythm Band - “Express Yourself”
Jr. Walker and the All Stars - “(I’m a) Road Runner”
Marvin Gaye - “I Heard it through the Grapevine” | “Midnight Lady”
Marvin Gaye and Tammi Tarrell - “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”
Red Hot Chili Peppers - “Higher Ground” | “Snow (Hey Oh)” | “Give It Away”
Primus - “My Name is Mud” | “Is it Luck?” | “Lacquer Head”
Beck - “Go It Alone”
The Fabs - “That’s the Bag I’m In”
The Shapes - “College Girls”
Herbie Hancock - “Chameleon”
Pink Floyd - “Money”
Rasputina - “Secret Message”
Madonna - “Material Girl”
Was (Not Was) - “Walk the Dinosaur”
Lemon Demon - “Jaws”
Creedence Clearwater Revival - “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”
Steve Miller Band - “The Joker”
Violent Femmes - “Blister in the Sun”
War - “Low Rider”
Poppy - “Motorbike”
Tokyo Jihen (Tokyo Incidents) - “Noudouteki”
Graham Central Station- “Hair”
Oingo Boingo - “Dead Man’s Party”
Vulf Peck - “Deantown”
Iroha (feat. Rin Kagamine) - “Meltdown”
Labi Siffre - “I Got The…”
Deep Purple - “Space Truckin’”
The Breeders - “Cannonball”
Earth Wind and Fire - “Let’s Groove”
Parliament - “Give Up the Funk”
Liquid Liquid - “Cavern”
Melle Mel - “White Lines (Don’t Do It)”
Tiger Army - “Cupid’s Victim”
Limp Bizkit - “Nookie”
White Zombie - “Black Sunshine”
Alice in Chains - “Rooster”
Pearl Jam - “Daughter”
Norah Jones - “Cold Cold Heart”
Joy Division - “Transmissions” | “Disorder”
Metallica - “Orion”
Anthrax - “Caught in a Mosh”
Muse - “Hysteria” | “Plug in Baby” | “Futurism”
Arctic Monkeys - “Fake Tales of San Francisco” | “A Certain Romance” | “Dancing Shoes”
Bauhaus - “Double Dare” | “Kick in the Eye”
Chic - “Good Times” | “Everybody Dance”
Royal Blood - “Better Strangers”
Fleetwood Mac - “The Chain”
Iron Maiden - “Aces High”
The Damned - “Neat Neat Neat”
The Smiths - “Barbarism Begins at Home”
New Order - “Age of Consent”
Talking Heads - “Psycho Killer”
Romeo Void - “Never Say Never”
Cocteau Twins - “The Hollow Men”
Rage Against the Machine - “Killing in the Name” | “Bulls on Parade”
Dance Gavin Dance - “Don’t Tell Dave”
Queen - “Another One Bites the Dust” | “Dragon Attack”
Gorillaz - “Feel Good Inc.”
Megadeth - “Peace Sells”
Korn - “Got the Life”
Pantera - “Cowboys from Hell”
Queen + David Bowie - “Under Pressure”
Stevie Wonder - “Superstition”
Shiina Ringi - “Koufukuron (Etsuraku-hen)”
The Temptations - “My Girl”
Paramore - “Ain’t it Fun”
Måneskin - “For Your Love”
The Seatbelts - “Tank!”
Cake - “The Distance”
Gloria Gaynor - “I Will Survive”
Miles Davis - “Bitches Brew”
The Fall - “I Feel Voxish”
Public Image Ltd - “Swan Lake (Death Disco)”
Thelma Houston - “Don’t Leave Me This Way”
Killdozer - “King of Sex”
The Beatles - “Hey Bulldog” | “I Want You (She’s so Heavy)” | “Lady Madonna” | “Dear Prudence” | “I Will”
Wings - “Silly Love Songs”
Lou Reed - “Walk on the Wild Side”
White Stripes - “Seven Nation Army”
Gang of Youths - “Achilles Come Down”
AJR - “Sober Up”
Duran Duran - “Rio”
The Who - “Baba O’Riley” | “Getting in Tune”
Yes - “Roundabout”
Led Zeppelin - “Ramble On” | “Dazed and Confused”
The Cure - “Lovesong” | “The Lovecats”
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