#secret stash

[routeless-writer]

Adored your lilia smut

can I request body worship and breeding link with lilia??

ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE RN. Thank you hun! I’m so glad you and so many people liked it, I honestly didn’t expect it to blow up like it did! Happy to write for my favorite old man.

MC pronouns: GN/NB (no pronouns used, implied they/them)

CW: NSFW, breeding kink/breeding talk, pregnancy talk, excessive praise/body worship, Lilia being a brat dom, Lilia also being filthy, mod mezzo ALSO being filthy, oral sex mentions (reader receiving), marking, blood/biting/vampirism mention (it’s Lilia, so), light light LIGHT possessiveness, the slightest degradation (I use slut like once), i say he’s a tits man and then clarify that the tits are gender neutral and just mean your chest.

Listening to: Casket – Ren Zotto

Now Lilia is a dom that’s heavy on praise

He will absolutely degrade you if you ask for it, but his favorite thing is watching you squirm from even the smallest of compliments. He wants his baby bat to know how much he loves them!! Especially when you have just the cutest reactions to it.

Think Gomez Addams if Gomez was a switch leaning dom (because Mr. Addams is like, canonically a sub lol)

He follows you around a lot, even more so when he’s horny or finds himself having…baby fever, shall we say?

He can’t help it! He’s been wanting to raise another kid and all, and the thought of getting to spend a domestic life with you…the thought of you carrying his child…even if you physically can’t, he still finds himself hot and bothered at the idea. Plus, adoption is always something you two could discuss if you were serious about the actual breeding portion of the breeding kink, but wouldn’t be able to have kids/didn’t want to go through pregnancy.

Unless you’re shorter than him, he’ll likely be the perfect height for him to rest on your chest, and even if you are shorter than him, I can see him being quite attached to your upper body, regardless of whether there is boobage there or not and regardless of level of boobage.

What can I say, he’s a tits man (read tits as gender neutral)

So it’s the first thing he goes for with praise

He’ll casually slide a hand up your shirt at any given time to feel you up, resting his head on your shoulder and humming little compliments in your ear about how soft your skin is, how warm you are, how he just wants to bite down on your cute little nipples and–oh, look at that! They’re already hard hehe

“Khehehe, are you that sensitive, darling? Don’t worry, if it works you up that much, I’ll make sure to take care of you. I love the way your body reacts to just the slightest touch…so gorgeous.”

Lils is an oral fiend, too, and it’s one of his favorite ways to worship you. He’d gladly get on his knees for his precious baby bat at the drop of a hat. Holding your hips in place as he nestles between your thighs and tastes your arousal, his eyes rolling back dramatically so he can show you just how sweet you are to him. Don’t move too much, darling. It’s his job to pleasure you!

“So good. So good for me…you taste perfect…such a sweet pet, all the blood rushing here…be careful, I might just devour you.~”

Obviously it’s hard for him to be vocal with his tongue on your clit/your cock down his mouth, so the heavy praise comes when he finally gets to fuck you.

Lilia typically either opts for doggy or mating press. He loves seeing you ass up, face buried into the pillow as he rams into you, but when his breeding kink flares up, that’s when he prefers the second option.

He likes to see your face when he fucks into you and talks about how cute your red cheeks are, how he wants to stuff you full and fill you up. And he talks. He doesn’t know how to shut his mouth unless he’s using it to get you off.

He’s also generally just very playful and giggly during sex. A brat dom, if you will, so expect plenty of teasing on his end about how needy you look with your legs hiked up like that.

“Pretty little thing, all folded over under me. Look at me, let me see your expression. Ah….mmnh, take my fingers in your mouth, just like you take my cock. Tight little bloodpet…you’re so perfect, little one. I want to see it, I want to see you all full and fucked out. That’s nice isn’t it? You’d love to be knocked up, you’d love to be pumped full of my cum. Awe, look at you. Look at you take it. Your hole is so tight around me, so pretty as you bounce on it. That’s it…that’s it, you’re doing so well. So gorgeous…”

He’ll drag your hips closer as he rocks against you, touching you to the pace of his thrusts, and pushing you down further into the bed with the kind of strength you wouldn’t expect someone so small to have.

He kisses and nips at anything he can get his lips on–your neck, your chest, your stomach and thighs. He’s a groper, too, so he’ll watch as his fingers sink into your skin, leaving bruises on your hips and legs.

“You’re going to be so full and sensitive, I’ll watch you get heavy with my child…you’re mine, you’re perfect and you’re mine.”

Usually Lilia’s far more focused on your pleasure than his, but something about the way you’re begging him to empty inside you is sending shockwaves down his spine. It feels like during sessions like this, he loses his well-composed nature altogether. Right before you’re about to cum, tightening up around his aching cock, he’ll lean in and sink his fangs into your neck, pressing a hand to your abdomen to feel how his dick drags along your walls.

That’s enough to do it for you, the aphrodisiac bite making you cum hard around him, and he doesn’t dare pull out as he cums with you, growling into your neck.

Lils is a fae, and faefolk cum a LOT. It’s hot and sticky as he spills inside of you, holding your hips as close to him as he can, fucking into you as you both finish and you shake. It’s enough to drip out without pulling out, much to Lilia’s disappointment. Guess he’ll just have to cum inside you a few more times to make up for it!

Lilia’s the type to make you cockwarm him after breeding sessions. He can’t have his efforts go to waste–you will be knocked up by the end of the night.

“Maybe I should make you keep a toy in overnight. I have to make sure it takes, sweet thing.”

You can expect a quick session right before class the morning after, too. He’s serious! He really wants to raise kids with you, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.

You two make quite the mess of the bed, cum and blood stains are scattered across the sheets. Lilia will handle the clean up, don’t you worry! He has to make certain that his spent little human rests after such a rough session.

Now that you’ve awakened this kink in him, Lilia’s ready for regular breeding talk during sex. Hope you like being fucked into the mattress and used for hours, cause he’s hellbent on making you his breedslut now.

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So I'm back on my bs again

FINALLLLYYY getting around to this model I've had on the back burner for a while

I've had this dumb/fun/silly (filmby?) Idea for a necron spider ever since I realised the model has smaller spiders in it

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Just posted Chapter 9 of Awesome Mix Vol. 1, where sixteen-year-old Peter Quill gets drunk for the first time on Yondu's secret stash. You can find it on AO3 or fanfiction.net. I think this might be one of my favorite chapters from this story. Check it out and tell me what you think!

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[routeless-writer]

tw: blood play paired with biting, ptsd/angst with comfort mention (both sides), bdsm/scene/domdrop and use of safeword, gender neutral mc.

Consider: sex with Lilia Vanrouge.

Sex with Lilia Vanrouge when he comes home from one of his travels. he’s been gone for a week and left you to watch the boys, and you both missed each other terribly despite it only being a few days. he hugs you tight when he comes home and before he can even give you the souvenirs he got for you he kisses you, and kisses you and kisses you and it just becomes an unstoppable flow of all the love he had to give you while he was gone that he bottled up for you, and before you know it you’re in his bed and he’s leaving little marks on you to remind you that no matter how far away he his, he’s always yours. You’re always his. You’re always each other’s.

Sex with Lilia Vanrouge when he’s between your legs for hours on end, and then inside you for even more. He’s teased you all day, not letting you cum, taking away the high right before it hits, just to finally snap and lose all his composure because you give him that look that sends shivers down his spine and blood straight to his cock and he holds you down and rams into you after what seems like an eternity of slow pumping. Your climax crashes over the both of you and he lays there, kissing your neck as you catch your breath.

Sex with Lilia Vanrouge for the first time. sex with Lilia for your first time. it’s his thousandth, surely with the way his hands so expertly trace your dips and curves and sharp edges in ways that you’ve never known from anyone. he tells you that you’re in good hands, that he knows the body well, that he wants to know your body better than anyone else. he’s gentle as he pulls you close by your hips and leans down to press kisses to your waist.

Sex with Lilia when you’re exhausted and he’s just in a mood to give you head until you pass out and can sleep properly that night, where you say you’d feel bad not giving him any, and he shuts you up quick by telling you that this is what he wants tonight, that he doesn’t need to finish, he just wants to taste you and watch you writhe underneath him until the relaxation can wash over you and you can be at peace for once after days of chasing after your classmates. And he does, and it works, because he knows you.

Sex with Lilia when you’ve been in pain, so much emotional and physical pain, for years and years of being used by others and all he wants is to show you how much he loves you, how no words can ever describe how deeply he cares for you and wants to take care of you like you take care of him. So he uses his tongue and his teeth and his lips and his fingers and gives you everything he has to give in the bed with you to show you how much he loves you. You’re a commitment to him, he knows you’re the one, and he wants you to know that you can be free of all that pain now.

Sex with Lilia when he’s having a very very bad day, and needs to know that you’re real, that all the good things he has now are real, that all the suffering was for something because he can hold his little human and trace his hands along their thighs in the privacy of his own home and you’re both safe. That nothing is going to rip you away. That he’s just as loved and just as cared for as he loves and cares for you, that you think he’s just as beautiful as he sees you.

Sex with Lilia after he dyes your hair in his bathroom with him. You both wash out your dye in a freezing cold shower and how can he not take the opportunity to grab your ass a little? Your nipples are perked from the chill and he leans in to give them a nibble. You both giggle and get out and dry off, and he offers to warm you up.

Sex with Lilia where he’s doing a scene with you and he’s the dom and he calls the safeword because he had a flashback and suddenly can’t bring himself to use the toys he laid out for you. You hold him as he gets misty eyed and kiss his tears away, telling him you’re okay, telling him he’s okay, that you’re not hurt. Helping him through such a harsh domdrop and telling him to breathe, in and out, that nothing is wrong. You’re not mad.

Sex with Lilia after playfully asking him to bite you, and he happily obliges. He kisses you until you’re breathless, trailing them down your jaw to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the skin and leaving dark hickies before he sinks his fangs in. He hums contentedly as he feels you squirm underneath him, and laps up the last of the blood. Some of it spills onto your pillow. He can’t help but tell you how sweet you are, and can’t help but wonder how sweet you are elsewhere.

Sex with Lilia Vanrouge.

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🎃 30 Days Til Halloween 👻

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How normal people enjoy their vacation.

Vs me.

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Secret Stash | Anita & Honey

PARTNER : @gossipsnake TIMING : A week or so ago. LOCATION : Mansión Mexicana. SUMMARY : Honey finds Anita's secret in the greenhouse. WARNINGS : Unsanitary.

Honey had noticed it before, tucked away in the trees. Thought it could be kept from her, eh? While the flowers had yet to be seen, she knew they were there. Her loves only kept away by those sheets of glass and metal that made up the greenhouse. It was too large for personal use, but she was certain it was, considering the owner. Anita held an anger towards minimalism. What nested inside was guaranteed to be equally extravagant to its exterior. But instead of flowers, when she looked through the supposed glass, all she could see was darkness. Tragic. She knew the beauties inside were too lovely to be loved by one. She needed to see; perhaps share. It’s not like Anita would ever be able to tell, anyway.

Honey looked around again, expecting the woman to appear just from mere thought. But, no. Still nothing. That’s why she was here, after all, to keep Fluffy busy in absence of the house’s occupants. And she had kept the wee thing so busy he went right into a long nap. Taking advantage of her solitude (for once) she made quick with the locks. Locks! Plural! Her certainty grew stronger. One almost stopped her pursuit before it began, but her stubbornness eventually won out. All the locks clattered to the ground. The door opened. 

Those flowers Honey had desired so desperately never met her comprehension. Maybe there were never flowers. She didn’t know, not then. Her attention was stolen by the pull. It gripped her soul and whispered a command, the one she was always happy to follow. Eat, eat, eat. Bite. Tear. The flesh was like butter from rot and decay. It tasted just as sweet. Her teeth scrapped bone before she even needed to chew. A tenderness that made her frenzy. 

When moving to Wicked’s Rest, Anita was torn on which part of town she wanted to live in. Downtown screamed with the energy and excitement of all the bars, clubs, shops, and people. Harborside was drenched in wealth and opulence. Then there was Seven Peaks - a plot of land abutting The Pines that was fresh for her molding - sufficiently cut off from the main parts of town. The benefit of seclusion was privacy, of course. Neither Anita nor her roommate needed people regularly looking around and observing their day to day activities. 

Plus, with so much land, Anita was able to construct her little haven - her greenhouse. Green wasn’t exactly the right word for it, however, as there was very minimal plant life inside. Instead the walls were filled with decay and thousands of insects who thrived in such a ghastly environment. She never got too into the forensic side of entomology but she did love seeing how small arthropods could break down bodies with methodical ease. That’s what existed beyond her greenhouse doors, which is why they were always kept locked tight. 

While out on a hike earlier in the day she had come across a recently slain chipmunk. Not as large as the two human remains that were decomposing underneath the soil of her greenhouse, but worthy enough of bringing back home along with the few maggots that had already taken host. But as Anita approached, she saw that one of the doors was wide open. Her body tensed. Nobody else had a key. Nobody else needed to know what was inside. As she approached, she heard strange but not unfamiliar noises emanating from within. Someone … something… was feasting on her science projects. 

Dropping the chipmunk carcass, Anita picked up a shovel kept on the outside of the greenhouse doors and quietly took a few steps inside - ready to go full lamia if she needed to. “Can I help you?” She asked, in a tone that made it quite clear she had no intention of doing any such thing. 

Fear was laced into every fiber of muscle. Honey could feel it: the corpse’s last moment of dread before darkness. It always left the worst aftertaste, but the soul needed a proper place to rest. The flesh was turned to ribbon between the spaces of her teeth. She slurped them back into her mouth, along with the flies yet to breach. Her tongue was not so accurate. Bits tumbled along her chin, stroking down her neck until they met… Her clothes! With realization came a moment of clarity. This shit was always a fucking nightmare to remove. If she could remove it. At least the clothes themselves were obedient in that regard. Her cardigan was dropped onto the ground. Her shirt quickly followed, though it had certainly come to know the surrounding rot well. Oh, a problem to deal with in the future. The present demanded a return to that rot. 

That reunion was short-lived. While a moment prior may have had Honey completely devoted to the flesh, that clarity kept her ears open to the world. Open to the approach of the stranger. She didn’t care who was on the other side of the wall. Her diet always caused others to run towards her to fight or away from her to warn. Neither would be appreciated. She removed her dirks from their sheathes. They gleamed in the dim light—a shine soon to be dulled under a layer of the stranger’s blood. 

Well, until Honey realized it was no stranger at all. “...A-ida?” Her voice struggled past a chunk of muscle. It fell down her throat in one gulp. Right! Anita! The flesh had not only removed any thought of her clothes, but of any thought at all! Its spontaneous reveal had her acting the same. She then had the chance to consider: why the hell did Anita have this? But Honey was familiar with the arrangement, though her experiences were more simple. At times, she too would pile bodies in wait for hunger to return. She let out a laugh. “Oho! Is this, what, yer fridge a’ sorts?” 

Carefully and cautiously, Anita evaluated the situation that was playing out in front of her. Honey, her roommate's hot friend, was standing before her with partially decomposed human remains on her face and no shirt on. It was a two-way street of suspicion. Metzli had made a vague passing reference to how much Honey was like them, and it appears that lacking a pulse was one of those things in common. 

It didn’t take long for Anita to spot the blades held tightly in Honey’s hands. Her shovel wasn’t much of a match but if she needed to use her scales for protection she knew that she could. Her tone had been friendly, but her actions seemed defensive. “More of a scientific project than a fridge.” Even though her roommate trusted her, Antia didn’t know how this situation would play out for her. Would Honey tell people what she had going on back here? Would she try to blackmail Anita for her silence? “It’s forensic entomology. Seeing how various organic matter breaks down with the assistance of various insects. It’s for work.” 

The explanation wasn’t false, but it did not provide a reason as to why Anita had human remains decomposing in there along with various woodland creatures. Having dead bodies wasn’t more suspicious than eating dead bodies, however. “I take it you were hungry?” It wasn’t an accusatory statement - more like Anita just trying to open the door to a conversation of further understanding. This could end peacefully and she would prefer it if it did. 

“Och, aye, right.” The skepticism was clear in Honey’s voice. Not one meant to judge, but in the tone of whispers, like friends sharing a secret. She knew it was hard for many to reveal their true nature. A nature she knew well! Oh, how she knew the tantalization of a soul and the supple touch of decay. It was a wonder she did not return to it then, it was surely more interesting than any conversation could hope to be. That control of hers had been hard won after all this time mingling amongst humans. Anita seemed the same. Honey couldn’t even see that telling twitch and strain that always betrayed herself in her best of times. Huh. Curious. “Just a fridge for the wee crawlies.” She offered to play with the explanation. Perhaps there was a touch of truth in it: there were certainly many critters about. A sharing soul!

Honey could see Anita’s eyes go down. There were many possibilities, such as her breasts or the gore cupping each. It was those she had assumed at first, but the angle of the pupils wasn’t right. No. It was her dirks that had stolen the show. She chuckled. “No made up a’ good bites meself. Too strong a’ taste for most.” Her flesh was only delectable for a select few—was Anita one of those few? Well, she could not recall stories of those sorts having the capacity to look so human. Well, not that her lack of memory was any damning evidence. Best to keep those blades of hers close. “But aye. Had a want for nibbles.” Sweet nibbles for Anita and the critters she so loved. It was then the reality of her encroachment fully settled. “Ach, right. Yer nibbles.” She hissed, “O mo chreach.” Flowers were one thing, but humans weren’t the easiest to store. At least, not to the point of delicious decay. No wonder Anita wielded that shovel. She herself would have done the same and worse! There was a moment of awkward grumbling, but with a nod, she settled into resolve. “I will go ‘n replace the sweet nibbles I took. ” 

Had nearly anyone else broken into the greenhouse, Anita would likely view it as a necessity to add them to the very shallow graves they had discovered. A human certainly would not be able to be trusted with the information. Anyone else would have to be on a case-by-case basis. Unfortunately for the both of them, Anita didn’t really know Honey very well - or at all, really. Despite that, she felt that she had enough data points to evaluate this situation and the most likely outcomes. 

“I’m not the one looking for a snack.” Antia replied, firmly but not aggressively. She’d never eaten anyone undead before, didn’t sound very appetizing in all honesty. She liked her meals fresh and warm. From what she knew about their shared world, Honey was likely a zombie. Anita couldn’t imagine any other species tearing through the decaying human flesh with such precision - at least not while still looking human. The question became whether or not Honey knew that Anita was lamia. The behavior she had uncovered wasn’t inherent to Anita’s species - just inherent to Anita. 

The offer was both unexpected and kind - so much so that it caused Anita to loosen up her grip on the shovel she had still been holding. “Oh. Well, that one was near the end stages of my observations anyway.” The idea of someone else contributing to her collection made her uneasy. Anita was used to taking such diligent precautions to avoid any unwanted attention. It wasn’t that she doubted that Honey couldn’t be discrete but she just couldn’t take the chance. The last thing she needed was someone knocking on her door because a missing hiker was traced back to her greenhouse somehow. “No need to replace it. Thank you though, the offer is appreciated.” 

Aye, keep your sweet secrets, Anita. It was smart to hide those sorts away, and Honey had no right prying down those walls… Despite her want. Who are you, Anita? A question that grew at the refusal of the trade. “Eh?” Who would refuse a free morsel? Especially a meal so hard to secure without the risk of becoming a meal to the state! Did Honey seem inadequately suited for such a task? Or worse, was it the end goal of sustenance not to Anita’s liking? Observations. Project. Honey suspected all were a well-rehearsed distraction from a guarded truth. But, for a moment, she saw the ‘distraction’ as true, and in that moment, she came to a disappointing conclusion. “Ach, no, dinnae say yer a clarty headed human who plays at man-hunter. Oh, they never do the shite right.” 

A grievance more born from past experience than present evidence. Anita seemed far more interesting than to be revealed for one of those. Honey sternly shook her head that was paired with a quick muttering of no’s. No, these bodies were here for… something. “I see, I see, aye. Well! If not that, then…” Despite the refusal, it was rude to leave without an attempt at an offer. And she did have parts to spare. “Will trade in this!” Her blade finally found a proper target. It sliced through her own index finger. Her remaining fingers quickly caught it before it fell to the ground. Only a delay, for she nestled it into the soil, joining its brethren of death. She hoped the offering would suffice. With that, she stood and brought along her clothes. The cardigan rested on one shoulder, while her shirt the other. But she could not so freely walk out of the lion’s den, not yet. She studied Anita for a moment before twitching her blade, instructing Anita to the side. “If is trappin’ the rest a’ me ye seek, go ahead with yer best shot. But if no, then move yerself. I got a bath waitin’.” 

“Ay! Don’t even say such a thing,” Anita waved her arms in slight disgust and then pretended to spit on the ground at the implication that she might be a human. She knew that when she was shifted into her human form that she had all the appearances of humanity. That always just irked her, however. She longed for a space where she could live her days in her true form. But to do so would put her at heightened risk which would necessitate heightened isolation, which she was unwilling to do. 

Not because she had any qualms about blood or severed limbs or ligaments, but when Honey sliced through her index finger, Anita gasped. Why would someone do such a thing? With no hesitation and a face that was not painted with regret thereafter. That mixed with the eating rotting flesh led her mind down a very particular path. 

As much disdain as she had for another telling her to move aside within her own greenhouse, Anita did not put up a fight. She took a step to the side, but stuck out her hand in front of Honey before she let her pass by. “This time, I’m stepping aside. If you break in again, or enter without my permission… this is not a courtesy I will extend twice.”

Honey chuckled at the disgust. While she did not share in the ill will—humans provided her such precious sustenance after all—she could recognize it. Oh, who are you, Anita? A curiosity they shared, for she could also recognize that look. While Honey refused to dawdle on the potential possibilities Anita was humoring, she delighted in becoming a spectacle. If only Anita would share in any telling nature. But Anita’s generosity ended at a tight eyes that loomed with a threat. Yet Honey’s dirk settled at her hip. Still grasped, of course. She knew she was encroaching on another’s territory, and when she stayed with Anita’s gaze, she could see it was the territory of a predator. Honey’s smile did not falter, but it did settle. It was no longer fueled by amusement, but by recognition. She wanted to make that threat in Anita’s eyes a reality. To make the two of them a mirror in ferocity. 

Honey would be blessed another time. For the moment, she had overstayed the welcome she was never given. “Oh, I no doubt that. Ye must ken all the lovely ways to deal with the ill-footers.” She began her leave, despite her thoughts not fully done. “Gie a ring if those ‘observations’ get a bit much for you.” She snapped her teeth, offering them up for their services for such an event. Well, ‘event.’ Her use of observations had been in jest, for it must surely be a distraction. Right? Yet as soon as the word left her mouth, that strange feeling in her gut returned and festered. Anita did not seem so human, but Honey wondered if her accusation was truly off base. To kill without a thought for sustenance… The smile on her face finally fell into nothingness. “Best to ring quick. Is damn cruel to keep the souls waitin’ there so long.” She doubted Anita would heed her warning. No, if it were true, this needed her return. To right this wrong; to continue her feast. But first, those threatening eyes needed to leave her. Another time, then. The bath called to her.

The way Honey’s smile fell made Anita feel a bit uneasy, as did her word choice. The way she emphasized ‘observations’, the way she called the rotting bodies in the ground ‘souls.’ Could she really be the type of being who happily consumed human flesh while also holding the species in high regard? Their shared community, the non-human community, seemed to be fairly split on how to treat and deal with the rest of the population. 

“Don’t sit up waiting for any call. I’ve managed this greenhouse all by myself for many years, hasn’t gotten to be too much for me yet - don’t expect it will any time soon.” Anita couldn’t figure out what Honey’s intentions were and she wasn’t quite sure that she really wanted to find out. Nor did she have any intention of altering her experiments at their request. The “souls” were long gone, and leaving them in the ground for Anita’s observations was not cruel - it was science.  

“I’m serious, don’t come in here again.” She’d have to have a conversation with Metzli about certain spaces being off limits to houseguests. Anita didn’t want to have to kill one of her roommates' friends simply because they didn’t know how to mind their own business. But if it had to be done… she was prepared to do it.

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Idol (アイドル)

無敵の笑顔で荒らすメディア 知りたいその秘密ミステリアス 抜けてるとこさえ彼女のエリア 完璧で嘘つきな君は 天才的なアイドル様 She devastates the media with an unbeatable smile. Everyone wants to know her secret—it makes her mysterious. Even that ditziness of hers is carefully calculated. A perfect liar, you are a genius-tier goddess of an idol! 今日何食べた？ 好きな本は？ 遊びに行くならどこに行くの？ 何も食べてない それは内緒 何を聞かれても のらりくらり What have you eaten today? What books do you like to read? Where do you go for fun? "I haven’t eaten anything in particular." "That’s a secret!" I’ve got a nice neutral answer for every question I’m asked. そう淡々と だけど燦々と 見えそうで見えない秘密は蜜の味 あれもないないない これもないないない 好きなタイプは？ 相手は？ さあ答えて Yes, both detached and yet also brilliant, that secret they feel like they can almost glimpse but can’t quite see is the ultimate temptation. But that’s not it, and this isn’t it either. What’s your type? Who are you dating right now? Your answer, miss? 「誰かを好きになることなんて 私分からなくてさ」 嘘か本当か知り得ない そんな言葉に また一人堕ちる また好きにさせる ”I’ve never really understood what it’s like to grow to love someone.” I can’t ever figure out what’s truth and what’s a lie. But at those words of mine, yet another one falls. I make them fall in love with me again. 誰もが目を奪われていく 君は完璧で究極のアイドル 金輪際現れない 一番星の生まれ変わり その笑顔で 愛してるで 誰も彼も虜にしていく その瞳が その言葉が 嘘でもそれは 完全なアイ You snare the gaze of anyone and everyone, you are perfect, the ultimate idol! You are the rebirth of the brightest star in the sky, the likes of which none will ever see again! With that smile and that “I love you,” you captivate one and all. Even if those eyes and those words are all lies, that is total love. はいはいあの子は特別です 我々は端からおまけです お星様の引き立て役Bです 全てがあの子のお陰な訳ない しゃらくさい 妬み嫉妬なんてない訳がない これはネタじゃない からこそ許せない 完璧じゃない君じゃ許せない 自分を許せない 誰よりも強い君以外は認めない True, true, that girl is special. We've always just been extras tacked onto her. We are but second-rate foils to her first-magnitude star. But it’s not like everything is all thanks to her. Cut the sass! It’s not like we’re jealous, we don’t envy her! We’re not trolling! And that’s exactly why we can’t forgive her! You’re hardly perfect, we can’t forgive you, of all people! We can’t forgive ourselves. You’re the strongest person there is, and that’s why we won’t acknowledge anyone but you. 誰もが信じ崇めてる まさに最強で無敵のアイドル 弱点なんて見当たらない 一番星を宿している 弱いとこなんて見せちゃ ダメダメ 知りたくないとこは見せずに 唯一無二じゃなくちゃ イヤイヤ それこそ本物のアイ I am truly the strongest, unbeatable idol who everyone believes in and reveres. There isn’t a single vulnerability to be found in my character. I embody the brightest star in the sky. I can’t, can’t show them my weak spots, I’ve gotta make sure they don’t see all the things they don’t want to know. I won’t, won’t stand for being anything less than the one and only! That is exactly what true love is. 得意の笑顔で沸かすメディア 隠しきるこの秘密だけは 愛してるって嘘で積むキャリア これこそ私なりの愛だ I excite the media with a skillful smile. This secret is the only thing I hide completely, that my entire career is built on the lie of “I love you.” To me, this is exactly what love is. 流れる汗も綺麗なアクア ルビーを隠したこの瞼 歌い踊り舞う私はマリア そう嘘はとびきりの愛だ Even my streaming sweat is a gorgeous aqua, my eyelids each hiding a ruby beneath them. I am the Virgin Mary of singing, dancing, and stepping, yes, lies are an unparalleled form of love. 誰か���愛されたことも 誰かのこと愛したこともない そんな私の嘘がいつか本当になること 信じてる I have never once been loved nor have I ever loved anyone else. That’s why I genuinely believe that my lies will someday become truth. いつかきっと全部手に入れる 私はそう欲張りなアイドル 等身大でみんなのこと ちゃんと愛したいから 今日も嘘をつくの この言葉が いつか本当になる日を願って それでもまだ 君と君にだけは言えずにいたけど やっと言えた これは絶対嘘じゃない 愛してる I just know that one day, I’ll have it all, because I’m such a greedy idol! I really wish I could love you all just as much as you deserve, and so I tell another lie today, hoping that someday, my words will become true. And yet, I still couldn't bring myself to say the same to the two of you... Ah, I could finally say it. I’m certain this isn’t a lie. I love you.

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One of my most popular stash cans that I make

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Regina Spektor - Secret Stash (Unreleased) Recorded December 29th, 2003