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aritheanna · 2 days

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Kìli Durìn x fem!reader

Restless

Hii, this is my first one shot for Kìli Durìn so please keep that in mind and I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: You tag along on the quest of the company with your uncle Bilbo and have trouble sleeping along the way. Kìli is there to comfort you.

Run. Run, run, run. Those words repeated in your head as the pattering of your footsteps and the cracking of sticks and branches could be heard throughout the forest. An Orc pack was quickly on your trail as you endured a dangerous quest along with 13 Dwarves, a Hobbit and a wizard. There was no time to look behind you, the anticipation and fear was killing you.

Looking to your right, you saw your uncle Bilbo just feet away from you. Bofur and Bifur weren’t far from him as your left consisted of Fíli and Kíli. The others trailed behind you as your long legs gave you a bit more of an advantage. Gandalf leading the group, urged everyone to keep running for there was another creature quickly on your trail.

All 16 of you quickly rushed to your destination safely, breathless and tired. There, sat a house filled with animals and a large table and plenty of room for everyone.

“Whose house is this Gandalf?” Bilbo asked as he looked around curiously.

“Beorns.” He replied, and uneasy tone filled his words as you looked over to your shoulder and pulled out your canteen. Thankfully you had found shelter, as the last drop fell into your mouth.

“Need more?” Looking up, you saw the young Dwarf Prince handing you his canteen. A small smirk was plastered on his face as he took a seat next to you. Kíli was different from the others, though he was young and didn’t have much self esteem, you thought he was the most charming dwarf you’ve ever met. You loved a man that could make you laugh, someone who still was passionate about his family, and loyal to those he only had just met. The laughter that oozed from him was contagious, no matter the situation, you could count on him to lighten the mood.

You admired the way he had kept his hair, a small part was pulled back into a beautiful clip. A few pieces had fallen out due to the roughness of the journey but it never seemed to be too messed up or look bad in any way. You adored the way his bangs sat gently on his face, you’ve never seen someone pull off such a hairstyle before. No matter the day or what he went through, it never looked dirty or oily, and how you wished you could be the one to braid his hair.

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you used your peripheral vision, and looked down at the young dwarfs hands as they tapped repeatedly against his trousers. You knew since the moment you met him back at the Shire that Kíli was a restless and daring man, and that excited you. Only, he seemed more anxious than restless right now.

“What’s wrong Kíli?” You said tilting your head towards him, a smile creeping onto your lips for reassurance. The Prince turned to face you, he furrowed his eyebrows playfully and returned the smile.

“Nothing Miss (Y/N), just happy to be here.” He shrugged off the conversation, shaking his head slightly as a way to end it. But before you could say anything else, Fíli motioned his brother to help set up the bedrolls.

You clenched your jaw slightly and let out a soft sigh. The nights with the company had been rough for you, sleepless even. You feared for everyone, worried that some people won’t make it back alive. You had no other family, no where else to go, and the thought of anything happening to Bilbo brought you to tears. In fact, the thought of anything happening to any of your newly found friends made your stomach turn and your body shiver.

The tiredness was certainly there and you wished, hoped, just once you would be able to have a good nights rest. Especially tonight of all nights, being in a house with warmth and some privacy from the cursed world, this would be the best environment. Tonight you will sleep, no matter what it takes; you thought to yourself. Typically you would set your bedroll next to Bilbo except everyone else seemed to have the same idea; great.

Majority of The Company were already fast asleep, the loud snores filled the room but always seemed oddly comforting. Gandalf was smoking pipe weed in a corner, too zoned out to care for Fìli and Kìli who were goofing off near the fire place. Kìli’s brown wavy hair seemed to glisten from the light of the fire, turning into an amber like color as it highlighted certain strands. His eyes looked as though the light was being captured and held in them, the green in his eyes shined as beautiful as the shiniest green aventurine. If jewels were as bright and beautiful as his eyes I’d be obsessed with them too. Was all you could think of as you sat there fantasizing about the young Prince.

When you first met Kìli at the Shire you couldn’t help but be enchanted by his beauty; his charm and charisma. The way he was so adventurous and cheerful. Such a bright soul with so much love and wonder. But how foolish would it be to fall in love with a Prince trying to reclaim his home? There was no time for love, and even if there was, why would he love you? Half human and half hobbit. You didn’t have the height of a hobbit but you weren’t tall either. Your feet weren’t hobbit shaped, but you still were as stealthy as any other hobbit. There was nothing special about you, so why would he want you?

Kìli was to be king someday, there was no chance he would be allowed to be with anyone besides a dwarvin maiden. At least that’s what you told yourself. The mere thought of rejection from him made your heart hurt and became heavy, falling to the floor in sadness. Perhaps this will be another restless night after all.

Kìli turned his head in your direction, still engaging with his brother but paid no attention to the conversation. He was fixated on you as you adjusted your bedroll in the corner, far away from everyone else. At this point, he had completely drowned out any noise and wondered: why is it you were alone? Why did your expression look meek and sad? What could such a pretty girl, with big (y/c/e) be upset over?

“Kìli?” Fìli said, snapping his brother out of his trance. Kìli shot his head back to his brother with a surprised expression, as if he forgot he was in the company of him.

“Hm? Oh, yes! Um-“ Kìli stammered and cleared his throat as he tried to recall the last topic of discussion. Fìli smiled at his little brother and put his hand on Kìli’s shoulder, bringing him in slightly.

“Go.” Fìli whispered, tilting his head in your direction. “Go accompany her.” The words coming from his brothers mouth made Kìli start to sweat in his palms while he looked back and forth between you and him. Taking in a deep breath, Kìli sternly nodded and tensed up his chest. Thinking that if maybe he appeared more confident, he would actually become so.

As Kìli picked up his bedroll and slowly made his way over to you, he studied your body language. Your eyes blankly stared at the ceiling above as you clutched your blanket with both hands. You were lost in thought and hadn’t noticed the Prince making his way over to you.

“Mind if I join you?” Without letting you reply, Kìli had already set down his bedroll next to yours, leaving about a foot of distance between you two. You wondered why he chose to sit so far away but of course, you two were just friends. The thought of that made you roll your eyes as you looked away in annoyance, but seeing Kìli sit next to you with crossed legs and a big smile seemed to cure that annoyance.

“Don’t you want to get some rest?” You smirked, turning onto your side to face him while resting your head on your palm.

Kìli returned the same playful grin, “Don’t you?” He said with a charming laugh. How you loved that laugh of his, making your heart skip a beat and your stomach fill with butterflies each time. It was like a gift, so special and so unique, nothing else could beat his laughter.

“I’d love to, but-“ You paused, biting the inside of your cheek. Kìli furrowed his brows and tilted his head in confusion. “It’s nothing.” You said with a small fake laugh. You thought it would be best to not trouble him with your worries. You quickly looked away from him and went to lay on your back.

Kìli clenched his jaw with frustration, confused as to why you would not trust him. Why you could not open up to him. This entire trip Kìli had tried to get your attention, one way or another, whether it was to make you laugh or helping you fight your battles. Though to you it seemed like he didn’t think you could do it on your own. In reality, he did not want to see you get hurt.

“Confide in me,” Hovering over you as Kìli said that, he smiled so gently. His actions made your eyes widen and cheeks burn red. “Tell me what is on your mind.”

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour as you tried to stammer the words.

“I’ve just had a hard time trying to fall asleep.” You finally mustered the courage to speak, still locked into the young Princes eyes. “This whole trip.” You added. It wasn’t a lie by any means, you just thought it would be embarrassing to truly let him know that you were scared.

“Perhaps I could be of service, Miss Burglar.” His choice of words sent fire down your spine as you squeezed the blanket so tight you thought your hands would shatter.

“H-How so?” Your voice was quiet and shaky while Kìli’s smile never seemed to fade.

“May I?” Kìli’s voice was as sharp but tender and it wasn’t intimidating; instead you found yourself lost in it whenever he spoke. Losing yourself in each syllable, you were too shocked to noticed he had moved his bedroll completely next to yours so that not even a centimeter was between you two. “I know we have not known each other for long, but I cannot get you out of my head (Y/N). Forgive me if this is too much, but, I’m-“

“I loved you since the moment I saw you Kìli Durìn.” These words startled you, for you didn’t mean to have said it out loud. Quickly you covered your mouth, face still piping hot.

Kìli let out a soft chuckle as he looked away for a split moment. He could not believe that a woman of your beauty would love such an immature dwarf as himself. However he was so pleased that you did.

“May I hold you, (Y/N)?”

“Please.” You said, still in disbelief as to what was happening. Kìli smiled to himself as he slowly laid himself down, putting an arm around you securely. He used the arm that held you and pulled you in closely to him with minimal effort. Turning you onto your side as he did so. As the two of you adjusted yourselves, you couldn’t help but graze his forearm and biceps. Despite Kìli being so young, the muscles that he carried were astonishing. So strong and so gentle at the same time.

Kìli noticed your attraction and laughed, pulling you in so close it felt as you two would merge together. He buried his head into the nook of your neck, taking in a deep breath as he smelled your scent of fresh flowers and what appeared to be a hint of mint.

For once throughout the whole trip, you found yourself quickly drifting off without a single toss or turn. It was such a peaceful feeling and knowing the man you loved felt the same made everything seem ethereal. You hoped this night would never end and prayed that when you woke up he would still be right beside you.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, the dwarf Prince leaned in, whispering slightly as he said, “Amrâlimê, you have my heart for eternity.”

With that the two of you fell asleep, smiles carved into your faces as though you were statues. The feeling of pure love and gratitude was the last thing you had felt while you held the Princes large and rough hands in yours.

The end!!! Hope you all enjoyed <3

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inuhalfdemon · 2 days

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No One Can Know...(16/?)

Word Count: 5, 842 Words

Rating: Explicit (SMUT)

Chapter 16

"Now there's nothing left behind, nothing left of you.

Voices start to change...faces re-arrange,

Eyes roll back and hands are pulling you down,

They're dragging you beneath,

Blood between your teeth...

You'll sleep when the shadow moves over your...black eyes."

- The Birthday Massacre

With less than a few weeks left before extermination day; Lucifer and Alastor were finding less and less alone time for themselves.

It was becoming clear that not all fortifications that could be made would be made on time.

There just was too much to do with such a small group to get it done with. Lucifer and Charlie met regularly now; deciding what areas deserved priority and what areas could be sacrificed in the line of defense. Alastor checked and double checked that the cannibals were fully prepared; that they would be armed appropriately; that they knew which wave would advance and when; ensuring that each and every one of them were still fully willing and dedicated to the cause.

Satisfied and confident that the cannibals were, in fact, ready – Alastor then began collaborating with both Vaggie and Sir Pentious; using their knowledge and experience in formulating the best plans for attack – knowing very well that Alastor’s shield would very likely only serve to buy them some time to prepare for the full assault.

Alastor too, took special care in monitoring the comings and goings of all Voxtech drones into their territory. Finding no real threat from the tech, he let Vox be as nosy as the pompous prick wished to be – finding the TV man’s outward involvement entirely inconsequential to the ongoing preparations.

Because there was less free time and because there was potential for added risks to Alastor being away for any length of time now, Alastor made it a point to invite Lucifer to the Hazbin Hotel every night. Some nights they discussed plans, some nights they bickered in the lobby or over a few drinks at the bar, and some nights they just spent time together – reading, playing at cards or just….conversing. Some of the later nights turned to fucking or intimacy of some form; others found them simply tiredly dragging themselves together into Alastor’s bed, sleeping soundly beside each other; and still - on other late nights - Lucifer would bid Alastor his own goodnight before taking leave and returning to the hotel to continue their work in the morning.

One week before Heaven’s planned attack; Alastor and Lucifer were asleep together in Alastor’s bed. It was very late when Alastor felt his shadow touch him; waking him in complete darkness. His ears twitched and tweaked swiftly; then nodding to his shadow he sat up to wake Lucifer.

“I’m very sorry to wake you…but, do you think you could shift form? Someone is coming.”

“Huh, what?” Lucifer blinked at him; clearly not fully awake yet.

“I said-“ Just then, the faintest, most quietest of knocks came from the hotel room door.

Lucifer’s eyes widened and he jolted up, realizing.

“You can stay….if you’d like.” Alastor offered. “Or you can go home, but I have to see to this.” Alastor told him, getting up; he quickly found his pair of black sweats to slip into before drifting into shadow and disappearing completely.

Alastor’s shadow motioned for Lucifer. Waving his hand, Lucifer made sure all of his belongings were moved from the room and then he quickly shifted his form into a small, white ermine; quickly darting off of the bed and after the shadow. Lucifer curled himself under a dresser and the shadow pressed in on him as Alastor drifted back into the room; carrying a very distressed Niffty.

The small demon clung to him with little hands; her tiny body shaking with sobs.

Alastor held her close; his ears drawn back as he spoke softly to her. “It was just another night terror, my dear…I’m here.”

Niffty choked out more sobs, whimpering against his chest as Alastor stepped up and into the bed, sitting with her held tightly in his arms. He rocked her back and forth; humming to some old southern tune that Lucifer didn’t recognize.

Lucifer laid still, listening intently with perked small and round ears.

It took some time but Niffty’s sobs and whimpers slowly died; turning to a soft crying. Alastor spoke to her again; talking to her in hushed tones…asking her about her day and what funny thing Angel or Sir Pentious might have said or done that made her laugh recently. Niffty struggled to verbalize at first; making small noises and nods before she found her voice and was able to softly speak with him. She said something to Alastor that Lucifer didn’t quite catch and Alastor chuckled lightly; still holding her close. Not long after that, she was asleep in his arms. Shifting himself slowly and carefully so as not to wake her; Alastor laid down with her – her little body tucked tightly underneath one arm.

Alastor’s shadow lifted; darting to Alastor and disappearing into its master.

Lucifer slunk himself out from underneath the dresser; glancing at the space just beneath the door and wondering if he should leave. A movement at the corner of his eye turned his head and he saw Alastor’s arm stretching to him from the bed; palm open and dipped to the ground.

With smooth movements, Lucifer’s ermine form leapt from the floor; onto the palm of Alastor’s outstretched hand and up his arm. Diving into the covers; he turned and slid himself against Alastor’s side – opposite from Niffty – and poked his ermine head out just enough to look up at Alastor with small black eyes.

Alastor brought his arm back up; wrapping it around the ermine and scratching the little head gently between the ears with the tips of his claws. Lucifer grinned at him with small, sharply pointed teeth; flicking a small ear at the pleasurable scratching before circling in place to curl himself into a tight, soft ball of fur against Alastor.

Pulling both small and tired bodies close to his sides; Alastor drifted off to sleep.

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“Well, you look like shit. Didn’t get much sleep last night, huh?” Lucifer joined Alastor on the sofa; leaning back and holding his steaming cup of tea.

Alastor was visibly tired; his smile less stretched across his face, eyes and ears all drooping. He was dressed in his black dress pants and shirt but his jacket and staff were placed aside.

“Not really…” Alastor sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “And, with everything we’ve had to do around here, I don’t get much time to sleep throughout parts of the day like I’m used to either.”

“Ah, yes because your…creep-, creeped-…uh, no fuck; creepy-?“

“Because I’m crepuscular.” Alastor finished, lifting his coffee with a groan.

“Yes! That!” Lucifer smiled as if happy with himself. “Well, I had a lovely night of restful sleep myself. I should weasel my way into your bed more often.” He lifted and dropped his eyebrows; grinning widely.

“Keep making jokes like that, and you’ll never be allowed in my bed again.”

“Oh…tired and cranky.” Lucifer prodded him.

Alastor lifted his mug, taking a deep swallow from it, while lifting his other hand and giving Lucifer a very raised and very pointed middle finger.

Lucifer erupted in a bout of snickering.

His giddiness subsiding, Lucifer asked Alastor, “So…does she get the night terrors often?”

“Niffty?” Alastor looked at Lucifer; surprised that he was asking and blinking with tiredness. “Not as often...no. I think this is the first one she’s had since coming to the hotel. I’m sure the stress from everything that’s happening is what brought it on. She’s more attune to things than she lets on; more than what people normally would perceive. The night terrors they…come from a place of horrible trauma.”

Lucifer nodded, understanding.

Alastor had moved his coffee so that he was holding the mug in both of his hands; his eyes staring off into the cup, lost in his thoughts.

“Does it bother you?” Lucifer asked him quietly, tipping his teacup and swirling the contents absent-mindedly. “That you have to keep secrets from her?”

“Heh, not really.” Alastor chuckled. “The girl is obsessed with writing something she calls ‘fanfiction’…I really don’t wish to add any kind of fuel to that fire.”

“Fan-what?”

“Fanfiction.”

“What is it?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea.”

“Well, is it like a genre or?”

“No…it’s- Well, she writes a collection of stories about people she knows - or imagines - in the most bizarre and absurd situations you could possibly envision. It’s….well, I can’t explain because I simply don’t understand it.” He shrugged.

Throwing back his coffee; Alastor set the mug down and asked, “What about you? Are you bothered that Charlie can’t know about….well, about any of this?”

“Yeah…I mean, it just makes everything feel kind of…off, you know? I’m trying to be there for her and support her in every way that I can, but at the same time…I can’t be honest with her and that’s…well, it’s hard.”

“What do you think she’d say about…whatever this is?” Alastor gestured awkwardly.

“This? This? As in us? What you and I are doing?” Lucifer asked him.

“Yes.” Alastor told him; exasperated by Lucifer needing the clarification.

Lucifer laughed. “Eh, she’d get it.”

“What?” Alastor stared at him, waiting for the punchline. Then, when none came: “You can’t be serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” Lucifer asked him, clearly not joking. “She’s an adult. She’s the Princess of Hell. She’s not sheltered, Al. She knows what Lilith and I get up to; we’ve never been secretive with her – well, not until now, anyway. She won’t care about the things you and I have been doing. behind closed doors but...” He sighed. “She is going to care that we kept it hidden from her. You’re supposed to be someone she can turn to; look to for guidance and I’m her father…we’re supposed to be the people she can lean on; not the ones who are there to deceive her.

Alastor’s ear tweaked at that, but he offered nothing for a reply.

“I’m very…proud of her.” Lucifer said, becoming emotional. “She’s finding her own way…really coming into her own. Lilith was right – we should have pursued this long ago.”

“So…no cold feet this time, then?” Alastor asked him.

“No…” Lucifer shook his head, swallowing down his emotion. “Not this time.”

Alastor considered him; seeing a hard look in Lucifer’s expression and he knew that the angel was fully committed.

But, will you hold to that commitment…once you’re faced with Adam?

Alastor was made very aware of the deal made between Adam and Lilith; that Lilith had promised him an eventual powerful and ruling position over all of the sinners in Hell in exchange for whatever access she had currently been granted into Heaven. Her and Lucifer had even sweetened the pot; offering the annual exterminations for Adam to exercise and establish his authority; use them as a means to “reduce Hell’s growing overpopulation” – the exception to these killings being: all Hell-born kind.

It wasn’t lost on Alastor though, that despite all of this – and Adam’s obvious greater newfound lust for power and control – Lucifer was one of only a few beings to be both alive and present for the creation of Adam. Alastor wasn’t even entirely sure that Lucifer hadn’t had a hand in it.

Per Lilith’s instructions, they were to do everything they could to spare Adam – refrain from killing him, if they could avoid it, but if push-came-to-shove…they would do so.

Alastor had no reservations with killing Adam, but he suspected Lucifer might have a few.

“So, speaking of time…we’ve got some now.” Lucifer pulled Alastor from his thoughts, shooting him a coy smile.”

“No, we don’t.” Alastor told him. “Charlie wants us to attend another one of her activities this morning. Did you forget?”

“Well, no…I hadn’t forgotten. But, there is something called a ‘quickie’.” He smirked.

“Don’t you and I already have…plans? Tonight?” Alastor asked him, steadily.

“….yes.” Lucifer allowed.

“Then, let’s stick with those.” Alastor told him grumpily; getting up to go get his jacket and his staff.

“Well, fuck…you really do need a nap.”

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“Okay, everyone: Charlie’s on her way down but I’m going to go ahead and split everyone off into pairs before she gets here. We don’t have a lot of time - with everything we still have left to get done this week - so this will be a quick one!” Vaggie started right in, directing them. “You guys are going to pair up and find a common interest that you share with each other!”

“Lucifer, Angel – you’re a pair! Alastor, Cherri – time to hit it off! Husker, Sir Pentious….”

Everyone broke off and went to find their partners. They were in the lobby again and Charlie had left out one of the long tables with the stacks of papers and pens; should anyone like to utilize the resource. Lucifer and Angel immediately began talking and laughing with each other; both heading over to the table. Angel slipped a sheet of paper from the stack and quickly went to scribbling something on the blank page as they chatted happily.

Cherri strolled up to stand next to Alastor; not a hint of hesitation in her approach.

She blew out a large bubble from her gum, popping it loudly.

“Hello, Miss Cherr-“ Alastor started in, meaning to start into his typical and polite greeting.

“Ah, fuck yeah!” She burst in, interrupting him – clearly excited. “Your radio show kicks ass, mate!” She threw an enthusiastic punch to the air and Alastor’s teeth clenched in his wide smile, thinking for a moment she meant to hit or touch him amidst the outburst.

“Do you take requests!?” Cherri shifted back, leaning heavily on one hip; smiling and staring widely at him with her one gleaming eye.

“Pardon?”

Charlie came down to the lobby then, smiling widely and bouncing happily until she noted one of the pairings. Gasping, she went and found Vaggie.

“You put my dad with Angel!?”

“Yeah…is that not okay?” Vaggie asked her, looking toward the pair.

“I just worry things might turn to…inappropriate subjects…between those two.” Charlie told her.

Vaggie laughed. “Charlie…Angel knows your dad is the King of Hell. He might make a few distasteful jokes but I doubt that even he’d be that leud in front of your dad.”

“It’s not Angel that I’m worried about.” Charlie confessed.

“Huh?” Vaggie looked at her, saw the serious expression on her partner’s face then looked back to Lucifer and Angel. They were leant over the table, very focused on what Angel was doing with the paper and pen; conversing very seriously with each other. Oh…no.

Just then, ACDC’s Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap erupted loudly from where both Alastor and Cherri were standing from across the room. The song boomed from Alastor’s microphone staff that he held in front of him. Alastor was smiling impishly as Cherri head banged beside him to the lyrics, her voice singing with the rock music:

“Dirty deeds and they’re done dirt cheap! Dirty deed and they’re done dirt cheap!”

Whooping and cheers filled the lobby; the music dying as laughter followed.

Meanwhile; Angel and Lucifer’s enthusiasm for what they were discussing rose, their voices becoming louder so that others in the room could hear what they were saying:

“….and, this is very important,” Angel was saying. “You wanna go slow; alright? You don’t wanna just get things all hot and heavy before you add a little spiciness in to the mix, if you get my drift.”

Lucifer nodded quickly, “Hm, yes…I could see why.”

“Right?” Angel was telling him; “And, make sure you get those juices flowing, you know. A bit of pounding here and there is all good and fine but you really want things dripping and wet before you –“

“ANGEL!!!” Vaggie yelled and everyone froze.

“What!?” He glared at her over his shoulder; obviously annoyed by the interruption.

“Family…friendly.” Vaggie growled between clenched teeth.

“What’s more family friendly than sharing an Italian Pot Roast recipe?” Angel asked innocently, lifting the paper and showing a list of ingredients and directions for cooking the dish. Vaggie deflated; slapping a palm to her face.

Charlie gripped her gently by the shoulders; reassuring her. “Sorry, guys…” Charlie told them. “Judging from context, we thought you both might be discussing…other things.”

Lucifer and Angel looked at each other; seeing the look on each other’s faces they burst out into loud and shaking laughter.

Lucifer was bent over; holding his gut. “You thought…you thought I was asking the porn star for tips!?” He choked out and they both roared louder. “I mean…” Lucifer started to compose himself, wiping tears from the corner of one eye. “Maybe…if he had any good ideas for something suspensory.”

“Oh, I’ve got a few!” Angel told him excitedly, reaching for another piece of paper. “We talking rope, cable, chains; vertical, horizontal, inverted…whatcha want?”

“Hm…maybe something simple to begin with, I’ve never actually tried it before.” Lucifer told him and they leaned back over the table while the others stood staring at them both in complete silence.

“Okay, so first you need to consider the kind of suspension you’re going for. You’ll likely need a solid counterweight too - Oh! And, a release! - So…” Angel was quickly drawing.

A long black tentacle quickly slid itself across the table; touching the paper and combusting it into a bright flare of green flames.

Angel and Lucifer both jumped back; Angel yelling an indignant: “Hey!”

“Okay, well I think…that’s good work…for today!” Charlie awkwardly managed, watching Alastor’s tentacle retreat back into his back as he glared at Angel and Lucifer with open disgust. “Great job, everyone!”

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“Does that feel okay? It’s not too tight, is it?” Lucifer asked Alastor, finishing with a knot.

“No…I think it feels fine.” Alastor told him; testing the restraint.

Lucifer sat behind him, fully naked; focusing on the Shibari-styled chicken wing tie he was applying to one of Alastor’s arms. Satisfied with the one he had completed; he moved to Alastor’s other arm – lifting the arm above and behind Alastor’s head, setting it folded against his shoulder and neck so that it rested comfortably in place. Uncoiling the length of soft, twisted cotton; he wound the rope in a spiraling pattern; replicating all of the previous knots he had made to the other limb.

Alastor leaned forward in the bed; giving him room to work. He, himself, sat in the bed dressed in only his black boxers; the sheets and covers draped across his bare legs as Lucifer went about placing the rope restraints that he wanted.

“You couldn’t just do all of this with a wave of your hand?” Alastor asked him.

“Well, yeah, I could.” Lucifer told him, securing another knot. “But, that kind of takes the fun out of it. It’s foreplay.”

“This is foreplay?” Alastor snorted; then Lucifer finished what he was doing behind him and moved to the front; eyes on the placement of his rope and knots. He was already sporting a sizeable erection. “Oh…okay.”

“I-uh…I really like this sort of thing.” Lucifer told him, blushing. “Okay, everything still feels alright?”

Alastor tested both arms now. “Yes.”

“There’s no pinching or extra tightness anywhere?” Lucifer asked.

“Luci…” Alastor sighed, exasperated.

“I know, I know, but I want to make sure it’s done right. This is all still new for you and I- I don’t want any of it to be a bad experience because of something I did.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, your majesty, but I am quite alright.”

“Oh, I am your majesty, now?” Lucifer teased him; moving himself and pushing Alastor into laying down so that he was sitting straddled on Alastor’s chest – still checking and making adjustments.

“Luci…your dick is in my face.”

“Well, just deal with it for a second, I gotta do a couple of more things.”

“Hm…” Alastor shifted; lifting his pelvis and lower back sharply so that Lucifer slid closer to him, the devil’s hips resting at his shoulders.

“Hey!” Lucifer objected sharply before Alastor took his dick into his mouth. “You sly fucker…”

Alastor grinned up at him; eyes wickedly gleaming.

“Whatever, I’m still doing this.” Lucifer went back to his adjustments with the rope – doing his absolute best to ignore the fact that Alastor was presently licking and softly sucking at his tight cock.

It became quickly apparent that Lucifer wasn’t going to maintain his composure for much longer. Satisfied with the results of his intricate bindings; he pretended to be re-evaluating everything further – out of sheer spite – while Alastor loudly sucked and slurped at him below.

Lucifer shuddered and Alastor hummed against him; eyes closed – tongue and mouth working slowly and sensuously against Lucifer’s throbbing sex.

Fuck…is he making up for lost time? For a guy who’s never sucked cock before he seems really into it now.

Alastor tilted his face and Lucifer’s penis slid in deeper. The angel’s head leant back and he groaned as he began to move his hips; griding himself against the roof of Alastor’s mouth.

Tasting pre-cum; Alastor tightened his suction – tongue teasing at Lucifer’s tip as the angel loudly began to huff and pant – his member curving and twitching sharply just before he released himself.

“Ah…” Lucifer panted; pulling himself away from Alastor’s wet and lapping tongue. “You’re a fucking natural at that…”

Alastor grinned; sharp-pointed yellow teeth flashing back up at him.

Lucifer shifted himself; pushing the sheets and covers away with his feet as he lay himself across Alastor.

His clawed hands raked down the skin of Alastor’s chest – leaving raised and red markings in their path. Feeling the effects of his restraint; Alastor bent backward; lifting himself into the intensity of the touch. Lucifer leant close, kissing and nipping at the skin stretched taut at Alastor’s collar bone; sending tingles and ripples of pleasure traveling downward.

Alastor’s back felt like it could curl with pleasure and he strained against the intricate webbing of ropes that held him bound. The soft lines and knots pressed into his skin; held him fast - sending more pulsing sensations all throughout his body from the nerve points they laid against and made contact with.

Lucifer pressed himself closer; hands kneading and exploring Alastor’s upper body. Teeth scraping and tongue lapping at heated skin. Alastor groaned deeply; his body lifting and twisting beneath Lucifer as he became flooded by sensual sensation.

Shifting; Lucifer slid himself down – pressing a hand to Alastor’s lower abdomen and sinking his palm down behind the waistband of Alastor’s black boxers and finding his groin. He palmed and teased at Alastor’s bulging length; encouraging a gentle buck from Alastor’s pelvis into his hand.

Lucifer laughed softly; hand twisting and claw piercing through and into the fabric; slicing through it with ease.

“Hope these weren’t precious to you in some way.” Lucifer growled, pulling the torn cloth from around Alastor’s waist.

Panting and sweating now; Alastor offered him no reply.

Chuckling; Lucifer appreciated the vibrant red he had flushed into Alastor’s chest and face. It made the radio demon look so lovely – laying there; strung up and wanting beneath him- all by Lucifer’s own hand.

Taking the boxers, Lucifer tore at the cloth. Winding it into a thick strip; he raised himself so that he was leaning over Alastor.

“How about…we try something else that’s new.” He breathed; raising the strip to Alastor’s face with both hands and tying the clothing securely behind the deer demon’s twitching ears.

Cutting through the fog of pleasure; Alastor felt a sharp tightness in his chest before his world went completely dark…

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“ALASTOR!”

Alastor slow blinked, slowly coming to but feeling terribly disoriented.

“Ah, hell…Al! Can you hear me!?”

Lucifer was slapping at his cheek; but Alastor could barely feel it.

Alastor tried to lift his head – the room was full of the scent of burning dust and wires…he could feel a static humming all across his skin…

Alastor blinked more quickly, and his vision became less and less blurred.

“AL!?” Lucifer continued to yell at him; a panicked worry set across his face.

Finally, Alastor tilted his head. “Wha-what happened?” He mumbled, nearly incoherently.

“Oh, fuck!” Lucifer gasped out at him. “Oh, fucking Christ….you’re good. Okay…”

“Luci…what -?” He tried to sit up but found that his neck was shackled to the bed.

“I thought you passed out!” Lucifer was nearly yelling at him; clearly frantic. “But, then you started shifting form and I – I had to –“ He gestured at the heavenly bonds. “You…you went wild, Al…I didn’t know what else to do!”

A sharp clarity cut into Alastor’s psyche and he suddenly jerked; feeling the restraint of the ropes pinning his arms behind his head, the chains and the shackles binding him tightly to the bed; an overwhelming panic gripped him.

“Al, don’t!” Lucifer told him, loudly but no longer yelling. “You need to calm down.”

Alastor fought harder against the restraints. “FUCKING LET ME GO!” He snarled; spit flying from his mouth.

“I can’t!” Lucifer told him desperately. “You need to chill the fuck out; you could hurt yourself if I do, and I don’t want to turn this into an even bigger stress response.”

A terrible heart-wrenching keening tore from Alastor’s chest – his eyes widened in a crazed madness; glazing as he saw the coils of wire tightening against him; flares of electricity sparking through the darkness and flashing consoles erupting across his vision.

“FUCKING HELL!!! STOP IT!!!” Lucifer roared at him. “IT’S NOT REAL!!!”

Lucifer shifted form; his six wings bursting from his back and quickly unfurling around both of them.

“LOOK AT ME!!!” Lucifer was yelling. “I’M REAL! I’M HERE!”

Alastor’s head bent back; seeing the wings – the brilliant colors of red and white feathers…hearing the soft sounds of their movement and feeling the soft rush of air that their sudden existence created.

Immediately; all the smells and imagery that Alastor had been perceiving diminished and he shivered and shook- stretched out and naked in the bed; drenched in a cold sweat. Tears – involuntarily - were running down his face; his ears flattening tightly against his head.

“There! There we go!” Lucifer told him; shifting his wings so that they bent securely around them; not daring to touch Alastor quite yet.

Alastor’s shaking became more violent; he was very nearly chattering his teeth now.

“I’m not going to touch you….okay, but I’m going to pull up some of these blankets.” Lucifer yanked at the duvet; lifting it and covering Alastor with the heavy comforter. “Just…breathe for a second…you’re fucking hyperventilating. Can you feel it?”

Alastor’s ears twitched at the question and he tried to focus on what Lucifer was directing him to do. His chest was so painfully tight… Tilting his head back, he groaned low in his throat as he mentally fought with himself, forcing air through his nose and out through his mouth.

“That’s it! Good.” Lucifer encouraged him; eyes wide.

Alastor took more breaths in that way – each inhale becoming stronger, longer…and his body finally began to respond. The tightness in his chest loosened; giving way to even slower and fuller breathing. His heart rate began to lower by steady increments; locked muscles releasing in incredible relief.

Lucifer sighed, feeling a relief of his own.

“I’m going to take these away now.” Lucifer lifted the golden links. “I know your first instinct might be to burn those ropes away once I do but, please…try to endure it a little longer.” Lucifer moved his hand, and the shackle and chains were gone.

Alastor gave a huge and shaking breath out; closing his eyes and squeezing tears onto his face. With the heavenly bonds gone; his shadow slid from him – attaching itself to the wall; moving and watching Alastor from there with concern.

“Did you want to sit up?” Lucifer asked him; hovering close to Alastor but still not touching him.

“No..” Alastor’s throat felt tight and he swallowed. “I think-I think I’m fine.”

Lucifer nodded, watching him closely.

“Do you think you’ll be tolerant to my touching you?”

“Yes…Luci.”

Folding his wings and shifting back to form; Lucifer climbed onto the bed. Helping Al sit up and forward, he quickly checked his ropework; being especially attentive toward finding any lacerations or areas where Alastor’s circulation had been cut-off. Finding nothing amiss or concerning; he touched the ropes, and the binds immediately dissipated beneath his fingers.

Alastor went to move his arms and Lucifer cautioned him: “Slowly…”

Carefully stretching his arms out in a slow motion; Alastor felt the aching twinge of overworked muscles.

Lucifer watched him work out the stiff soreness from his arms; noting that Alastor’s breathing had settled and he was no longer shaking.

“You feeling ok? Think you can get yourself dressed while I go find you some food?”

“I don’t really feel like I could stomach anything cooked right now…”

“I thought you might say that; I was actually going to haul that smelling deer carcass you’ve been gnawing on for the past several weeks out from the bayou.”

Alastor’s stomach made a loud squelching sound; almost as if in answer to the suggestion.

“God, you’re such a fucking freak…” Lucifer shook his head

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Lucifer left Alastor to dine as he liked; choosing instead to explore Alastor’s bayou in the form of the white ermine he had taken most recently. It still amazed him; how flawlessly and naturally the dimension butted up against the room in the hotel. Nothing about it was synthetic in structure; the bayou was a natural bayou – through and through. Lucifer found genuine enjoyment in darting and trotting through the reedy cattails; and in climbing over and under dead logs to cross the mud-filled bogs. He chased and leapt at the buzzing dragonflies and even hunted a field mouse; pausing briefly only when he heard the sound of a grunting gator coming from nearby in the swamp – the sound of it sending the fur along his back and down his tail to stand straight on end.

When Alastor had finished with his meal; his shadow slinked out into the bayou to retrieve Lucifer; finding him curiously investigating some bank burrow – possibly belonging to a muskrat or a nutria that utilized the resource. He quickly turned away from his investigations; darting playfully and agilely after the shadow as they cut their way from the swamp and back to the hotel.

Stepping back into the hotel room; Lucifer shifted back to form - dressed in only his grey sweatpants. He found Alastor tired and sitting on the sofa, likewise, wearing his black sweats. Lucifer produced a glass of water; setting it down on the small coffee table beside the sofa and close to Alastor. Alastor eyed the glass; lifting an eyebrow.

“I’m going to run you a bath and then I’m going to change out the sheets; that glass better be empty when I’m done.” Lucifer told him; walking away.

Alastor made a disgusted sound. “I’m not a child.”

“No.” Lucifer told him, stopping and turning to look at him. “But, I’m holding myself responsible for…what happened. Our session wasn’t what I wanted it to be, but things still got intense, Al. Let me at least do this part right.”

Alastor sighed, looking away. Even if it wasn’t your fault…?

“Do you want to talk about it?” Lucifer asked him.

“No.” Alastor’s answer was reflexive but firm.

“Then, we won’t.” Lucifer told him, leaving the room.

Lucifer started on the bath and switched out the sheets to the bed in Alastor’s bedroom. Seeing the lengths of rope that were left and finding the makeshift blindfold – he sent it all away. Done with that; he went back to the sofa – noting the empty water glass.

“Bath is ready. I’ll let you go do your thing.” Lucifer told him; sitting down heavily onto the sofa.

“What are you going to do?” Alastor asked him.

Lucifer laughed. “Probably have a fucking drink; I don’t know…”

“Are you going to go?”

“Do you want me to?” Lucifer asked him.

“…no, not particularly.”

Lucifer assessed his demeanor; quickly realizing…

He doesn’t want to be left alone…

Lucifer sighed. “Fuck…I’m sorry, Al.” Alastor’s ear turned at that and Alastor looked at him.

“I’ve only ever been on the one side these…sort of things.” Lucifer explained. “I don’t know what the Hell I’m doing…Thank god, for Lilith. She always knew what to do.”

And, your not exactly an open book…

“What…what triggered it?” Alastor asked him; ears raising – standing straighter.

“I don’t know. I wanted to ask you that….maybe, the blindfold? Maybe the ropes? Both? When did something change or feel different?”

“I’m…not sure. I’m having trouble remembering…If anything, it should have been the ropes but, I don’t think that did it.”

“Well, we’ll avoid blindfolds for a while.” Lucifer then made a face. “Actually, maybe it’s best that we stop what we’re doing entirely.”

Alastor’s head snapped to the side at that. “I don’t want that.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“I don’t care.” Alastor shook his head. “I don’t-“ He swallowed, ears tilting back. Then, he sighed.

Alastor tilted his head back, pressing his eyes closed. “Could I…forgo the bath? Could we…could we just…?”

“Yes. Of course…”

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They entered the bedroom. Alastor paused as Lucifer went to the bedside; pulling back the freshly made covers.

“Why don’t I get see more of your wings?” Alastor asked him, wondering.

“Heh,” He laughed lightly. “Probably for much of the same reasons that I don’t get to see more of your tail.” Lucifer told him. “I’m not exactly proud of my wings, Al.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Alastor replied.

“But, you understand?”

“I might if they were the same things.”

“Because, I wouldn’t choose to hide my regrets from the world if I could be given such a choice?” Lucifer asked him, icily.

Alastor’s ears laid back at that.

“God, Al…” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose; squeezing his eyes shut. “I didn’t mean to be so…bitter. I’m…sorry.”

Lucifer looked at Alastor and his heart sank.

“You’re exhausted…”

Reaching for Alastor; Lucifer pulled him with him into the bed.

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Late into the night - Alastor shifted; unable to sleep. He moved himself so that he sat at the edge of the bed – steadying his breathing. It seemed like every time he closed his eyes…sparks and flashing screens haunted his mind. His smile twitched at the ends of his mouth and he lifted a hand to his face; leaning into the palm and feeling a sharp sting at the corners of his eyes.

There was a movement behind him and then wings unfurled and stretched out over him – curving up and around him as if they were his own - feathers caressing him softly as they closed gently around him; pulling him back so that he was pressed tightly against Lucifer as the angel held him in his arms. Lucifer tightly held him there – saying nothing; wings securely folded and pressing him closer. Alastor shook against his bare chest; refusing to release the ragged sob that meant to claw its way out of his chest.

I can’t change the damage that’s been done…

But, maybe…you could help me to forget….

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My headcannons regarding Niffty = here

Shibari-style chicken wing restraint reference =

Next Chapter update = 5/25/24

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maxsix · 2 years

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ATEEZ: GUERRILLA

It has taken me three days to calm down and form coherent thoughts. This turned out longer than expected so it’s behind a cut. If you haven’t watched the music video, this is your sign from God.

1) Firstly. Who does all the screaming. I want to know. It’s a very important piece of information that I need to know. The laugh is Hongjoong’s but does he also do all the screaming. I need answers, NASA!

2) The Energy. Every single reaction I’ve seen about this song uses the word “energy”. Ateez do what other groups think they’re doing when the genre is hype because I’ve never NOT ONCE seen Ateez slack off. They leave blood and sweat on the floor for their rivals to slip on. When I first heard the song I thought my heart was just pounding from the excitement but my oximeter said I was actually having a near svt episode, lol. I shouldn’t laugh, it’s kind of unpleasant but HR 120 bpm? Yeah, only Ateez tbh.

3) Production Quality. I’d like to thank the Academy and KQ for the increase in budget for the MV because it really shows. They used it in a way that wasn’t an empty flex (expensive clothes, meaningless sets, fireworks) but rather, added to the world they’ve been building up since debut. You can see the narrative continue and I really appreciate that. The audio production on the song is just flaw free for me. I usually have so much to nitpick, even in good songs, but I have nothing else to add to Guerrilla. It must have so many layers and tracks to it but it was quiet when it needed to be and absolutely feral at the right parts. What a way to end a track. It didn’t fade out but exploded like a grenade. You can’t ever say that Ateez don’t commit to a concept in every single sense. You’ve heard of Ugly Crying, well Ateez Ugly Hype and have never been afraid to do that.

3) War Aesthetics. Okay bitch, listen, the creative team really stepped up 800% here for this era and this MV. There are so many warfare references in those 4 minutes that it makes my mind exhausted just thinking of the planning that went into all this. The speaker-bombs were fucking inspired. The use of zeppelins immediately remind me of war, particularly WW1, and an alternative steampunk reality. This part of the MV, which is a piece of art tbh, has got to be a homage to ‘Raising the flag on Iwo Jima’ during WW2 as well as Banksy’s Rage, The Flower Thrower piece in Jerusalem. I think that part of the MV was deliberately in slow motion because the inspiration came from still images. They make very clear statements about war and anti-war sentiments. Without boring you all, the last thing I wanted to mention is the font and colours used for the choreo scenes looks straight from vintage propaganda media. I could keep going but this post is already way too long.

4) Metal/Rock Aesthetics. That band room? With all the cables and amps? The mics? The spy cameras? The tv monitors? The fisheye lens? You can tell the team has watched a billion 1990s music videos. It also reminded me a lot of American Idiot. That’s all I wanted to say about that. There’s just a lot of influence in those shots.

5) Screamo in KPOP?! The way it was incorporated was really well done because it’s not prominent enough to scare away the more sensitive casual listener but it was definitely prominent enough for metal fans to have a crisis. We talk about Cultural Reset-This and Cultural Reset-That but nobody has produced a track like Guerrilla before. Nobody. This is one of those times where you can use hyperbole and be right. Nobody has made a song like this and there is no other song like this in KPOP right now. Respect to the Ateez team and the members for their total commitment because they operate like one big breathing organism and that’s why everything feels cohesive. I’ve been waiting 84 years for this. I hope we get to see it with a band one day.

6) Kim Hongjoong. I don’t know if it’s true or not but I feel his influence all over this. This is HIS era and the style/genre suits him the best. I know he likes Linkin Park and at the very least, this style of music, but I do wonder how much he was able to dictate the Ateez sound and direction. Guerrilla is so good and fed me so well that even if they never do this style again, I’m actually fine with that.

7) Literally. I just think it’s so amusing how literal this whole song/mv is. There’s just no “hidden meanings” or subtleties here. I’m not sure Ateez can even do subtle. Even their soft material is aggressively emotive. Haha.

8) People sometimes wonder why I only write long reviews about Ateez music but it’s because they always give me meat to sink my teeth into. Answer is still my Top 3 favourite kpop songs of ALL TIME. There’s just always so much to talk about and it doesn’t even hinge on how hot the members are. You know a group is Legit Good when visual appeal isn’t the first thing I want to talk about. We’re so lucky to live in the Ateez Era.

#ateez #guerrilla mv #text #music review #sort of #hongjoong #san #seonghwa #yunho #mingi #yeosang #jongho #i'm very proud of them #i just wish nothing but the best for this group #they all dived head first into this #and i appreciate that so much

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archduke-enver-gortash · 5 months

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posting on here is like my sisyphean boulder i'm constantly rolling tbh

#god i am trying so hard to just have fun and be myself #but when i do that i'm immediately a strange outsider creep #and since i can't really mask my version of masking is just not talking and then obviously you don’t find any joy in fandom spaces either #i will always be a shitty unlikable freak no matter how much i pretend otherwise. it was obvious from the start that getting involved in #fandom spaces was a fucking mistake. it's always a mistake because you're some laughing stock at best and a horrifying freak at worst #i don't blame people for not liking me i've realised what an awful person i am long ago #but it's always so hard witnessing something like fun social groups from the sidelines knowing you'll never be a part of it #this is why my mental state has been deteriorating so severely in the last few months. that Realisation once again nothing fucking changed #i know it's stupid to get so upset over fandom but it's only a pattern for me #i stopped trying to be friends with people when i was a teenager because it hasn't worked a single time #this attempt at integrating myself into the wotr and bg3 fandom by sharing my shit was just one mistake #gortash/zeke is so different from anybody else’s work and i wish i could find joy in something that it isn’t fucking deranged but i can’t #like yes it’s just fandom bullshit! gortash/zeke is a fucking oc x canon ship! why am i getting so upset over it!#i love writing them. i’ve never been this happy writing anything. and it’s entirely indicative of a common pattern in my life #when i earnestly share parts of myself/things i’m passionate about people get creeped out. and honestly? rightfully so #i would leave the discord servers i’m in because it’s fucking crushing me dude. this is so petty but i’m so jealous of what you people have #but in one i am server owner and i don’t want to just dump that responsibility onto someone else and then dip #and in the other two i’m not sure anyone would even notice that i’m gone but i still worry about being rude #though i’m not entirely sure i didn’t get invited to one of those just so people could laugh at me. idk probably just being paranoid but i #it’s been gnawing at me #ok no if i’m being this vulnerable on tunglr.com i can also say that part of me staying is also still having the hope that i could fit in #one day. logically i know it won’t happen but it’s nice to have hope sometimes #watching you all from through the window having fun like a creep #so yeah. i’ve always felt like this but it’s been rapidly getting worse with my failed attempt at the bg3 fandom #idk just been crying non-stop for the last few hours. went through an entire pack of tissues in an hour it’s very disgusting #they’re all lying around me as i’m typing this like a pillowfort of snot lmao #so yeah. idk. if someone could come over and lobotomise me that’d be nice. orin where are you when we need you most #i never had any friends irl so i foolishly gave this a shot. i’m sorry #also doesn’t help that i can see someone dropping me for people that are easier to be around in irl rn #it just hurts because it’s always like that. someone you are around when you have no other option at best. not even that sometimes

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laketoriver · 8 months

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Daymn, allegedly according to tumbkr i have posted 100 times. Wowie. Too bad they’re all liars and owe me big money (i’m too serious)

not even lying which is the worst part. Anyway it’s late have a “poster” of my “blog au” which “technically” “exists” and uh “yeah”. It exists but like i haven’t posted anything i might one day if i figure out how to format it but idk if y’all would like smthn like that lmk.. Au blogs steal my heart you guys are cuties

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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year

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#thats me in the corner. thats me in thr spotlight. rocking from side to side and not contributing to the conversation #which is to say. i made it to thr lab get together with an old lab mate. i really truely did not think i would #i was like 20min late bc of the crying and hyperventilating over a 6min drive down the road #i sorta freaked out while driving too. and almost turned around. its just that i kno i havent been sleeping enough and got overwhelmed #but i made it there. and i dont think i looked like id been crying but i probably looked a bit blank faced and miserable #as i rocked from side to side for like 2hrs listening to ppl talk. i enjoyed it exactly as much as i expected. it was good to see the guy #again but i just dont connect in group gatherings idk. im glad its done. also fucking we were sitting there and a group comes in and whos #in that group?? someone i have avoided seeing for like a loooong time. the guy who tried to be in a relationship with me back when i 1st #started as a grad student. i say relationship. i was explaining to him why i couldnt do any sort of romantic e tanglement and he was very #firm abt not wanting a relationship. and im like bro im explaining u why no romanticly adjacent thing is gonna work. u literally asked me #to physically hold ur hand thru this. u r somehow more emotionally invested in this than me and also are telling me that u just wanna fuck #me. so like u r not slick. whatever. it was so fucking stressful at the time. which i feel bad abt bc it wasn't really his fault #i was just less self aware so i didnt kno i have bad awareness in the moment. like i dont kno a lines been crossed until a week later when #im laying on thr floor falling apart. so like i wish him the best. didnt kno he was still around. hopefully this doesnt trigger stress #dreams. all this to say i was very fucking tense. and when i got back in my car i was like shaky and panting lol #idk looking back its just such a weird situation with that dude. if i was anyone else it woudlnt have been a big deal but #my brain just doesn't process physical touch right. so now ive got these horrible touch memories that like on paper r literally nothing #but for me they were so unfathomablly awful when i 1st aquired them. i literally could not deal with any romantic stuff for like a month #bc it would like trigger me. now thst its been like 3 years its not bad tho. just like gives me thr ick but i dont get #stuck in the memories too much. its so dumb. whatever. point is im all sore now from sitting all tense haha #unrelated

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starbornsoulrider · 2 years

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this whole horse girl mess still really confuses me and I do agree with what ppl are saying on here, like sso should use redefine instead of reclaim. but I mean... on the other hand depending on the context “horse girl” can still be used maliciously. Obviously it’s nowhere near as bad as much worse slurs and sso shouldn’t treat it like it is, and that nowadays people say it in a more playful way than mocking way. But I’ve seen people use the term “horse girl” as a way to belittle someone as recent as like... two years ago now I think? and a few times after that.

this incident comes to mind every time sso brings up this whole thing about the term horse girl, and whenever I see people saying no one rlly uses horse girl as an insult anymore. I’ll try to be as vague as possible since I don’t wanna like, expose anyone I guess? but like two or less years ago there was this activist I often saw on my tik tok for you page. I don’t remember her very well or even her username, but a LOT of fascists and trump-supporters targeted her. one day she just posted a normal video of her chilling or playing with her horse, I don’t exactly remember. and the comments were flooded- and I mean FLOODED- with typical trump supporters saying “of course she’s a horse girl” “you’re a horse girl you really think your opinion matters” “shut up horse girl”- yknow stuff along those lines. obviously it was disgusting, and of course those ppl were just saying that stuff cause they didn’t actually have good a arguement, but still. mocking a woman’s interests and saying they made her inferior, typical misogynistic bs.

and there were a few less bad but still kinda sucky uses of “horse girl” I was exposed to. or just like general sneering at having an interest in horses. SSO was what re-ignited my love and interest for horses, but for maybe the first year of playing it I was kind of nervous to express it. I overheard my sister say to her friends “yeah, their thing is horses now” in a tone that felt like... a little mocking, I guess? and I felt the need to speak up and say “o-oh, I just play SSO out of boredom, I’m not actually that horse crazy, haha” and I’m pretty sure I felt the need to repeatedly say “I just like SSO for the weird and wacky story, that’s all!” on multiple occasions, too.

so yeah incidents like that were what made me hesitant to fully express that horses were a big hyperfixation of mine now, cause I felt like all my friends and family would find it silly and cause I had already seen some pretty viscous attitude towards horse lovers before. even now I’m a little cautious talking about it at times. like I feel embarrassed whenever my family makes a remark about my interest in horses sometimes cause deep down I worry that they think it’s childish or something.

anyways, idk where I’m really going with this, I guess I’m saying that yeah there’s DEFINITELY a better way sso could approach this, although I wouldn’t say this “standing up for horse girls” stuff is completely out of nowhere? Idk, I feel like it’s important that “horse girl” can be a playful term but there are times where it’s used in harmful contexts. I mean, it’s definitely not as bad as slurs, and as I said before sso should rethink this and use better wording. it’s just ever since they started this whole horse girl campaign and saw people saying it felt a little ridiculous, I felt like sharing my personal experience with the term, so I supposed now was the time to finally do that. I wasn’t born into the horse world or really grew up with it, though there are quite a few equestrians on the other sides of my family. again, not exactly sure where I was going with this and I have a lot of “ehhhh...” feelings towards SSO’s approach at this topic for several reasons, even though they do seem to have good intentions, I dunno if my input will help at all but I felt like if I was ever gonna say anything about this it might as well be now. not trying to be like “YOU’RE ALL WRONG HORSE GIRL IS A BAD WORD” of course, my experience with the term “horse girl” has been on my mind before the “reclaim horse girl” post was made and the post and people’s reaction to it made me remember it again. I guess basically, I think sso’s heart is in the right place and I don’t think it’s totally out of nowhere but this was definitely not the best way to approach it.

#there’s still a few other things that bother me about this ‘reclaim horse girl’ thing #like how there are still male and nonbinary people this issue applies to #but this is all I’ll post abt it for now #maybe if I sort out my thoughts more I’ll make another post #I just wish sso was a bit more sensitive to this issue :/#sso #shut up blake #again- not trying to attack anyone or prove someone wrong #just sharing my own thoughts and experiences on the matter #maybe my input will help maybe this post is useless I dunno #if anything this was just me writing down my thoughts #so I might not keep this post up #delete later #EDIT: just adding some additional thoughts to this #because to be honest #while I don’t necessarily thing sso is going about this the BEST way #I heavily disagree with people on here saying that it’s pointless or means nothing #obviously horse girls aren’t some super oppressed group #but from what I’ve seen from a few other sso players #it’s still often thought of as cringey or weird or dumb to like horses #as I said in the post even I feel awkward or embarrassed bringing up my interest in horses sometimes!#so like. it’s nice when people reassure you that you aren’t childish or ridiculous because of your interest #so while I absolutely agree that sso should change the wording and acknowledge that this issue isn’t limited to girls #and stuff like that #I don’t really agree that there’s absolutely no point in doing this #anyways that’s my stance I guess #maybe I’ll remake this post idk #I doubt anyone will see these updated tags lmao

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liebelesbe · 8 months

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listening to adventure time songs... I never actually watched it bc I didn't have a way to watch it as a 12 year old in germany which is when I somehow stumbled upon the songs on youtube and me and my one friend (crush before I realized I could get crushes on girls) were sooo into the songs and would write them on each others arms... I miss her :'(

#we're still kiiiiiiind of friends? like we didn't fight or anything and we'll still wave at each other and talk if we see each other #but we haven't really talked and/or hung out in years and I MISS HER we were such good friends #one of the best friends I've ever had tbh and I just never made new friends while she's constantly posting on ig #about her friend group that's constantly hanging out and doing cool things..#and I'm just here like haha remember when we were 12 and besties... and I never moved on from then and wish nothing had ever changed? :^)#would it be weird to text her 'Listening to Oh Fiona from Adventure Time and thinking of you and missing you and feeling sad'#yes it would be so I'm not doing it </3 #doddie redet #ANYWAYS good night 🌃

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a9saga · 11 months

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tbt - the gazette - bath room // i wish i were a hot goth doctor

#i am once again wishing i were ruki from the gazette #pensive face emoji #the lesbian envy i feel for this guy is unreal #if i were ruki from the gazette women would be all over me like i'm exo #i'm not exo either women aren't all over me #envying men hasn't really worked out yet. hm #i've been listening to a lot of the gazette lately tho they really are killin the aesthetics #they and alice nine have always been groups im ecstatic for bc they have a lot of really cool music that i like #while they also have some stuff that im just not into either but ive always known a9 a lot better so this is nice #the gazette best not go on indefinite hiatus #i can't believe these bands are not even related to one another i have such a strong association between the two #nothing they actually do has anything to do with one another wow #have a good week everybody stay dry #(its raining)#the gazette #nil #tbt #song rec #j rock #visual kei #2000s #shut up kaily #q'd 6/17/2023 #Youtube

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rowanhoney · 1 year

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#am once again getting summer depression cos it’s June and other people are out doing fun stuff #and I’m just in my flat . alone. cos everyone is so far away #and I’m like 😬#cos every year i comfort myself and go it’s okay next summer ! there will be ppl around!#and then you can do fun things!#but I’ve been saying that for the past 6 years 😬#ik I’m young and I’ve got my whole life ahead of me #but I’m so scared all my time will pass me by without me realising #and I’ll have spent all of it at home doing nothing much wishing I had my friends around #like I can go outside it’s just not fun #sitting alone and watching all these groups of ppl have fun #it’s not even a matter of making new friends cos I have a good number of wonderful friends!!!! but no one close enough or free enough to #actually hang out with #I wanna dance in the sunshine with people I love !!! I hate that that’s a big ask #makes me wanna be 18 again. that was the best summer of my life

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piratefalls · 2 years

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1. Happy nov 5th, i still cannot believe it's real

2. TELL US ABOUT YOUR BFF!

HAPPY NOVEMBER 5 AKA WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

oh friend, this is an interesting question, because i guess the answer relies on what you mean by bff. like, my longest friendship? that's sarah, we've been friends for the last 25 years (mind you, I'm 32, so basically my whole life). in terms of closeness? absolutely sarah, because we're absolutely the embodiment of the "talking about a serious thing in text and then talking about something completely unrelated on social media" joke. but that term also basically covers everyone else i consider a friend friend.

here's the thing: i grew up in a village of 2,000 people. (yes, a village.) my closest friends today are people i grew up with. some of those people are also my friend's husbands. those people are my tribe, my ride or die, the ones who've seen the ugliest sides of me and loved me through so much. the people who instituted the table of truth rule so that we could speak freely because that shit was on lock. each of them has a special place in my heart. this post would never end if i went on a tangent about each of them individually. as a collective, they are my BFFs.

ask me a question for sleepover saturday!

#you would not believe the weird looks I sometimes get when I say my best friends are my childhood/teenage friendss #like for some people that is completely inconceivable #and also a lot of people don't understand the dynamic we have #because honest to god there is nothing we can't share with each otther #we grew up together but we also Grew Up togetther #there's no guys time/girls time for the most part #we're always making plans as a group because we genuinely enjoy each other #this group of fucking weird beautiful definitely needs therapy group of people #are one of the most stabilizing forces in my life #and I desperately wish that more people had relationships with their friends like I do with mine #I could talk about them for days just that me with a question lol #about me

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chisatowo · 2 years

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Ruikasa king had to be made to try to cover up the fact that wxs have hands down the best covers overall of all the units sorry that I had to be the one to break the news to y'all /j

#rat rambles #sekai posting #to be fair they do have their fair share of bad covers but their good covers are GOOD man #theyre at their best when it comes to bringing a sense of warmth and joy to a song that cant rly do that with one singer #basically as a unit I think their singing fits together best of the units when their at their best #that being said their king cover is comically bad so I still adore it but also its so bad sorry yall #if you wanna ruin your ears overlay it with roselia king its a horrible experience would reccomend 10/10 #yknow I actually rly wish I could like 25ji covers more since I love the characters and I at least see potential in all their voices #but their voices just. dont mesh a lot of the times.#although to be fair that one is largely kanade's fault she cannot help out in more intense songs #Im not saying all their covers are bad but theres like none of them I frequently listen to over the vocaloid version #except for kanade solo covers and identity because Im biased <3 #although at least I have opinions on them leo need have yet to gain an opionion of mine that isnt negative or nothing dhskhxkdhdj #Im sure theyd have something I like if I dug a bit but at the very least none of the group covers rly call to me #also they did that teo cover which is an actual crime I think

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Many years ago, I was wandering around downtown Ottawa with my best friend. We ran into a friend of his who offered us some hash (it sucked), then said there was a really good house party nearby if we wanted to go. We were like, yeah, sure. So that's how we ended up at some completely fucking random person's house.

I look around to ask if my friend knows anyone here and he's simply gone, as is his friend. And this isn't some red solo cup hangout; this is a party. There's people counting out pills on the kitchen counter. I am clearly neither as cool nor as drug-savvy as the kitchen people, so I back away and instead wander aimlessly into the living room, which seems to give off more of a chill vibe.

A bunch of people are seated in a circle on the floor. One of them is fiddling with a big wad of newspaper or something. A really cute grunge girl with piercings and tattoos scoots aside to make room for me, so I sit down.

"What's that," I ask her, gesturing at the newspaper wad.

She gets a really big smile on her face. You know the smile. It's the I'm About To Watch This Innocent Soul Get High As Fuck smile. "You've never smoked a tulip?"

"What's a tulip?" I ask.

"It's like if a joint was also a bong," she replies. "You gotta try it."

"Alright," I reply, a little uncertainly. This will not be my first encounter with weed. I am more comfortable with the janky newspaper bong than I am with whatever the fuck is going on in the kitchen. Besides, this girl is really cute and I would like to have a friend here now that my existing friend has turned into vapor or been transported to the Upside-Down or whatever the hell happened to him.

I watch as one person holds the newspaper joint-bong upright and holds a lighter over the top while another gets beneath it, tilting their head back to take a puff. Apparently smoking this Cheech & Chong monstrosity is a two-person job.

"Oh," I say, looking at the fist-sized knob at the top of the wonky newspaper joint. "Yeah, it does kinda look like a tulip." Grunge girl smiles at me.

I watch as the tulip is passed around the circle, along with the lighter, and hits are cooperatively taken. It reaches grunge girl, who takes a huge puff and holds it for an extended moment before exhaling an impressive blast of smoke. She smiles expectantly and holds the tulip up for me, preparing to spark the gigantic meteor of dank that makes up its tip. By this point I have completely forgotten about my missing friend. I only care about making a good impression on grunge girl. I tilt my head back and hit the tulip like a smokestack.

It is the following morning. I am sleeping between a couch and a wall. I'm not positive that this is the same house I was just in. My memories are gone. Someone is yelling at me: "dude! Dude! Wake up, dude!"

I sit up. My mouth tastes like cigarettes. I do not smoke cigarettes. "Wha," I ask the yelling man, who I am quite confident I have never met before in my life.

"We're going on a quest," he tells me, gravely. "You have to come with us."

I look around. Neither my friend nor his friend are anywhere in sight. I also do not see grunge girl anywhere. I shrug helplessly. "Okay."

We embark from this house. I learn that the destination of this quest is Tim Horton's. This is a relief to me, as coffee and a donut sounds really fucking good right now. Somehow, the route to Tim Horton's takes us past the Governor-General's residence, which everyone else in the group loudly heckles on the way past. I do not know what the Governor-General has done to raise their ire, nor do I particularly care. I trudge along with my hands in my pockets, pleased to note that I still have my wallet, phone, and keys. I fervently wish that I could remember anything about last night. Maybe I talked to grunge girl. Maybe she's why my mouth tastes like cigarettes. The tulip tasted nothing like cigarettes.

I am asked about my politics. I voice my frustrations with corporate corruption, the pay-to-win electoral system, the lack of transparency and accountability. This is met with great approval. The guy who was yelling at me claps me on the back. I get the impression that we became friends last night. I don't recognize his face. I do not know his name and he definitely does not know mine. I behave as though we're friends anyway. We are comrades on a quest.

By the time we make it to Tim Hortons, the gaggle of stoners I'm walking with have all run out of energy and/or attention span. People order snacks and break away in pairs or solo, to call for rides or plan the day's events or just vegetate and wait for the drugs to leave their systems. I look around and find that my nameless friend has also gone to the Upside-Down. As I wash the cigarette taste out of my mouth with coffee, I unsuccessfully try to remember whether I saw grunge girl smoking tobacco at any point. I remember nothing. That tulip was so fucking powerful that it instantly sent me a whole day forward in time.

Alone in the city, I try to call my best friend and get no answer. I walk to the nearest bus stop, catch a bus most of the way home, and call up my parents to ask for a ride back. They ask where my friend is. I tell them that I have no idea; we went to a house party and I don't remember anything else.

When they pick me up from the bus station, they ask me some very safe, nonspecific questions, and seem to relax when I describe what little I can remember. It isn't until years later that I realize they were probably terrified I'd gotten rufied or something, and were so relieved to learn otherwise that they didn't even bother chiding me for smoking myself unconscious in an effort to impress a strange woman. In any case, they were probably happy to find out that I did, in fact, like girls; I suspect they had been privately wondering whether I was gay.

After getting home, I finally manage to get my best friend to answer his phone. I discover that he tried the kitchen pills, spent most of the night crossing the entire city on foot, and crashed at his cousin's house. He sounds like shit. I tell him that he should have tried the tulip, instead. He fervently agrees with me.

I never see grunge girl again.

That's okay, though. She got to see a clueless stranger get fucked the entire way up on some ungodly strain of giga-weed, and I got smiled at by a cute girl, and then I got to go on a quest. Wherever grunge girl is, I hope she's happy. I hope she's smoking the fattest fucking blunt and smiling as some kid passes out behind a couch.

#I have no idea what to tag this. if you need me to tag it as something just tell me I guess

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lildepressyy · 7 months

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i feel stupid and weird and awkward and wrong nothing happened there were no bad consequences but i hate the way i acted that was too vulnerable it shouldn't be like that i shouldn't have said that acted like that

#they pranked us all saying it was his birthday??? at lunch #and i was sooooo sad and hurt i kept saying mujhe bataya kyun nahi #bhai why would he tell you kya lagti hai tu uski 😭😭😭 literally nothing kuch bhi nahi #but i hate the way he's still so nice and cute and soft?? 😭😭#it felt like having a friend asking him again when we were sitting door door ki mujhe kyun nahi bataya #and when he said aise hi i just stared at him for 2 mins all sad face on verge of crying (wtf??) and was like kyun celebrate karna pasand #nai hai kya in a sad disappointed voice #and he laughed and mouthed it to me just me that aaj nahi hai #i miss having a best friend having secrets giggling about them so much it felt sooo good 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#i want to hug him so bad for scaring me but it doesn't make sense we are not that close it doesn't matter if i didn't wish him as soon as i #saw him right 😭😭😭😭#i think i finally understand that post about having a platonic crush on someone very intensely 😭😭😭#he seems nice and comforting i heard the way he was comforting some friend of his on the phone prolly #cause she failed a group or something and had exams in nov he was so calm and logical and sweetly encouraging #i want to hug him sob in his shoulder and have him tell me it'll be okay crack a lame joke to make me laugh 😭😭😭😭#which is way too much wtf dude aise nahi karte hai kaun karta hai ye #also i can't i know this sounds like i like him or something romantically but genuinely i don't 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 he's like a child he's onl #19 yrs old #i just want to have someone who pays attention to the little things and genuinely cares about me #but it isn't for you ivy you'll always feel lonely and empty and isolated because that's just who you ARE

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fairy-angel222 · 3 months

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—“i just wanna be one of your girls tonight,”

pairing: geto suguru x fem! reader

synopsis: you’ve had a crush on your brother’s best friend for a long time, and just wanted to have his attention at least once

content: smut, weed consumption, blowing smoke into your mouth, choking, fingering, mirror sex, praise

You would do anything for the attention of Geto Suguru. There was just something about him that you needed. Yes he was your brother’s best friend. And yes he was three years older than you. But that really meant nothing.

Your teeth bit down painfully on your bottom lip as you watched Geto flirt with an older girl. His signature smirk on his face as he leaned onto her locker, hands in his pocket with his lips moving in the sweetest words.

You wish it could’ve been you. The way she got shy, her face flushed red as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear with a perfectly manicured nail.

All you could do was watch with longing as his arm wrapped around her waist, her head on his side before they began walking the halls together. His smirk never faltered as he nodded along to her words.

Lucky. You thought to yourself, a tight lipped smile painted on your face.

You finished packing away your books, slamming the metal blue door shut before making your way to class. You’d always be his best friend’s little sister.

“Fuck- sorry..” you trailed off as you looked up to find his eyes staring back down at you. A smile on his face and his eyebrow raised as broad hands held onto your waist to steady your frame. “Language sweetheart. And careful now, wouldn’t want Gojo to kill me, would we?” he teased.

Your mouth opening and closing with no words escaping. “U-uh y-eah, well n-no, i mean no.” So fucking embarrassing.

Geto only chuckled, shaking his head in amusement then walking off with a grin. “Bye little Gojo.”

There he goes with that stupid nickname again.

…

The day goes by with nothing on your mind. Well, except Geto of course. He would be coming over to your house later to hang out with your brother. And as always, they would have girls over.. and you weren’t invited as Gojo put it.

Leaving your classroom, you passed by your locker to collect your things. Swinging your bag over your shoulder and making your way to the school’s doors. “Hey y/n,” a deep voice called. Turning around to see Geto jogging up to you with a girl’s arm hooked around his. A brunette this time.. great.

“Yeah?”

“Gojo asked for me to take you home, so you’re stuck with me.” He stated, winking jokingly before draping his arm over your shoulder as he walked you and his girl of the day to his vehicle.

If only he knew what that mere gesture did to you.

You took a seat in the back of his vehicle. Awkwardly watching as his hand squeezed the thigh of the girl in the passenger’s seat, massaging her skin until she was looking at the side of his face with nothing but want.

You blinked your attention away from them, resting your head back and looking out the car window instead. The ride to your house was silent apart from the girl’s constant giggling. And you kept your focus on anything but them, missing the way Geto glanced back through the rear view mirror. His head tilted and a small smile on his face.

She’s jealous, cute.

…

“We’re here,” Geto announced.

Walking into the house and greeting your brother in a hug before flopping down on the couch with his girl on his lap.

Gojo had his own blonde sat next to him, her legs on his lap as she played with his hair. “Hello little sister, not even gonna greet your favorite big brother hello?”

You gave a short wave before going up to your room, locking the door shut before flopping onto your bed. You wanted him.. so bad.

Maybe if you were just two years older.. granted, 18 and 21 wasn’t even that bad.. but maybe he would watch you then.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you heard loud music fill the house, the group most likely beginning their drinking and make out session by now.

Grabbing your phone, you plugged in your earphones. One of The Girls by the weeknd blasting through your ears as you let your mind wander. Geto, his hands, on your body.

You let out a soft whimper as you allowed your hand to roam to your chest, squeezing your tits and rolling your nipples between your soft fingertips.

“Mmm..” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours as you trailed it lower, slowly pulling down your pants and letting it slip inside the white lace of your panties. “Fuck.. Suguru,” your fingers rubbed along the line of your slit, teasing your clit before you finally allowed them to dip into your wetness.

“A-ah, so good,” you threw your head back into your pillow, thrusting your fingers in and out of your dripping heat with desperation. Trying your hardest to curl them to reach that good spot. Almost there.

“Fuck.” you yelled out in frustration, they were not enough. You needed his. His long, veiny fingers.. you needed them in you, around your neck, squeezing at your flesh. Anything.

Sighing loudly, you stood up. Walking over to the door of you and your brother’s shared master bathroom. You would usually knock. But he and his friends were clearly getting drunk— and high, downstairs. So there was no need.

Pushing the door open, your eyes widened at the sight of Geto leaned over your counter. A blunt between his lips as red eyes stared at you through the mirror, his face drenched with water.

“A-am sorry, I thought it was e-empty.” you rushed out, your thighs clenching as you watched his muscles flex as he gripped the counter’s edge even harder.

“Wait,” he called out, stopping you mid track from closing your side of the door. “Come here.”

You gulped hard, shakily walking over to him. “Y-yeah?” Geto smirked, “you know, it’s cute how flustered you get around me.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up, your brain scrambling to find something to say. Geto only chuckled, “wanna try?” holding the blunt out in your direction. “I.. I don't think Gojo would like that.”

He shrugged, “I won’t tell.” Before stalking over to you and backing you up against the counter. You yelped as his arms hooked under your thighs, swiftly lifting you onto the counter top before situating himself between your legs.

Geto’s fingers hooked onto your chin, your eyes meeting his as he lifted your head towards him. “Open.” You did as told, parting your lips and watching as he took a hit, blowing the smoke into your open mouth before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your stomach burned with heat, your pussy drenched as his lips found your neck. You let out a soft moan, your hands wrapping around his neck while your fingers tugged at the back of his hair. “What about your girlfriend downstairs?” you spoke between moans.

“Not my girlfriend.” he reassured “And tonight’s all about you.”

You were in heaven, it was even better than you imagined.

Setting the rolled paper down, Geto helped you remove your shirt, pinching your nipples and twisting them softly just to hear you moan. “You sound so pretty.”

Geto hurriedly peeled off his shirt, his abs on display making you bite your tongue. “Touch them.”

“W-what?”

“Go ahead, touch them.” Grabbing your hands and placing them on the hard muscles.

You could only whimper when Geto pulled your pants off of you, his eyes going dark at the sight of the white lace covering your pussy.

He looked down at you with a look of confirmation, you looking up at him through long lashes as you nodded. “Please.”

That was all he needed, ripping the flimsy material off of you and admiring your glistening cunt. His fingers found your wetness, rubbing up and down before sinking them into you. A loud moan escaping your lips making his eyes widen.

“Shhh, don’t wanna get caught do you.”

Geto’s free hand made its way up to your mouth, muffling your mewls as he curled his fingers up into you. Perfect. They were hitting inside you so good, and you allowed yourself to moan his name over and over into his palm. His eyes never leaving yours as he fingered you dumb.

Your eyes rolled back and your mouth hung open, drool coating his hand as you rocked back and forth on the marble top. It was happening, it was actually happening.

“Is this what you wanted baby? This what you been waiting for?”

You nodded, your eyes teary as the pads of his fingers pressed into your g spot with every thrust. Your legs hooked tightly around his waist, your toes curling as you began to tremble.

“Cum for me,” he whispered in your ear, hot tongue making you moan out as he nibbled on your lobe. You could only let out a soft cry as you clenched down on his fingers, rocking your hips onto his hand and fucking yourself through your high.

Geto watched in pure lust as you came, your glassy eyes looking up at him before shutting in pleasure, your head falling back as you met your release. You looked like a fucking angel in his eyes. And he wanted nothing more than to be the demon to corrupt you.

“Good girl.” he smirked.

You smiled, your eyes trailing to the blunt once more, making Geto’s smirk grow impossibly wider. Picking it up and bringing it to your plump lips. “Inhale... there we go. Now let it sit.. and exhale.” he coaxed, “You like that?”

Your head felt so dizzy, intoxicated even. And you nodded, watching as Geto took his own hit before blowing it out onto your face.

His fingers were dripping with your slick, and he brought them up to his mouth with a smug smile. Using his tongue to lick up your sweetness before connecting his lips to yours again. The kiss was hard, sloppy, and you moaned loudly into him.

Pulling away, Geto flipped you over. Using his knee to spread your legs apart and push your chest down onto the cold marble. You let out a needy whine, meeting his eyes in the mirror as his hand wrapped around your neck. The other lining his cock up with your hole. He let out a choked groan as he eased into you. A loud moan being drawn past your lips.

“S-so tight, fuck.” Geto’s lips parted in a loud groan, using his now free hand to pin both your smaller hands behind your back. “Beg me.. beg me to ruin you.”

You let out a broken cry. “P-please Geto.. please fuck me, ruin me, anything. ‘M all yours.”

You let out a string of high pitched noises when he began slamming his hips into yours. His tip piercing deep into you with every thrust.

“F-fuck, y-you’re.. s-so,” you let out a broken mewl, “so d-deep.” Geto tightened his hold on your neck, lifting your head slightly to force your eyes to stay on his. A deep growl sounding in his throat when you closed them.

“Look at me when i fuck you.” he demanded, your eyes shooting open and meeting his immediately.

Your mouth hung open in a small o. Soundless cries filling the room as you watched your body jerk forward with each movement of his hips.

You were so tight around him. Even tighter than he had imagined. And he couldn’t help the moans leaving his own mouth as he destroyed your pussy.

“Does that feel good? Does my cock feel good inside you baby?”

You nodded with a whimper, your breathing heavy as you were forced to watch yourself be fucked dumb.

“Words sweetheart.”

“Y-yes, it feels s-so good Suguru.”

“That’s my girl.”

You could feel your legs going weak, your knees trembling as you were fucked into the counter. “Nngh- Sugu,” you moaned, a smirk on his face as he thought back to mere minutes ago when you were moaning his name from your bed. Now you didn’t have to imagine, he was right there.

“‘M so close,” you mewled.

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess for me? Show me how much you wanted this?”

His back hunched as he flattened his chest against you, the position allowing him to hit deeper than you thought was possible.

“F-fuck,” you cried out, your eyes widening with tears as you felt his dick fucking you so deep, so good. The pleasure was too intense. The coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap.

“Look at how good you look when you fall apart on my cock. Come on baby— cum for me again.” He encouraged as he rolled his hips up into you, forgetting about being quiet as he relished in your loud moans and cries. You sounded so pretty for him. And for him only.

A loud scream fell past your lips when his dick hammered against your g spot. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as you began to gush around him. Eyes rolling back as you basked in the pleasure from your high.. the highest you’d ever been.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he dragged out, breathing getting heavy and his thrusts sloppy as he gave your pussy its final thrusts.

“Wish i could fill you up more than anything. Fuck, wanna make you mine. Wanted to for so long.” he moaned, voice cracking slightly as his abs tensed.

Geto groaned, pulling out of you before spilling his cum onto your ass, his head thrown back as he let rope after rope fall onto your plush flesh.

Strong hands held you up before you collapsed, holding you tight against him as he breathed heavily into your back. Your chest heaving in an attempt to steady your own breathing.

Your heart clenched as your eyes trailed over the scene in the mirror. You, Suguru.. together, sweat coating both of your skins.

Geto’s voice was soft as he mumbled, “Want you so bad.. need you to be mine. I can’t wait anymore.”

Your heart rate sped up as you felt your tears at the brink of falling. This wasn’t a dream. “I— I..” you were at a loss of words.. he wanted you too.

“It’s okay, I know. You don’t quite make it discreet.” he joked, pulling you into a tight hug and placing a kiss onto your head.

Geto cursed, letting out a long sigh and picking up the still lit blunt. Taking a puff before releasing it above your head. “What the fuck am i supposed to say if Gojo finds out.”

Oh yeah.. your brother. He would most definitely not approve.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door. A very drunk Gojo slurring, “Yo Suguru? You in there? I need to piss.”

Geto only shook his head with a silent laugh. While you, you couldn’t be bothered. You had him. You actually had him. Suguru was yours. And you weren’t just one of his girls. You were his girl.

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