#I'm So Going To Hell For Impure Thoughts

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 20- Roommate!Miguel x Reader

*Requested by Reader ;) *

        It was your third year of college and you had decided to get one of the dorm houses right next to the college. Finally! No more small apartment in a large dorm hall; no more random fire alarms because someone didn't know how long to cook popcorn; no more being locked out of your dorm room because you were in a shared bathroom; and finally, no more loud and obnoxious roommates. Having this house meant that you picked your roommate. You had your freedom.

        What better than a roommate who is going to have their heads stuck in the books or at the library? You interviewed so many people, but only one caught your attention as the perfect roommate. 

Miguel O'Hara

         The man was not only eye candy, but one of the smartest students on campus. Correction, he was the smartest student. You were surprised when he was in the hunt for a roommate. The two of you got along and you decided to go with him. All you ever heard about him was either girls wanting to fuck him, or that he was a hardass who kept his head in the books. A perfect roommate.

         Things were going smoothly for the first few months. You barely saw him due to your conflicting schedules, but he kept his part of the house clean. There was never any loud noise from his room, nor was there any reason to complain. The only little issue you were having was that he was too fucking sexy.

        Lord did the impure thoughts start when you saw him exit the shower one day. You swore drool was coming out of your mouth as you stared at him. You would have never thought that Miguel was so fit. No wonder why all the girls on campus wanted to date him. The man had a body of a god!

"Perhaps I should charge a fee," Miguel said, waking you from your trance. Your face was flustered,

"Sorry! I was just surprised!" You admitted, hiding your embarrassment. 

"Surprised it took you long enough to know why I like to hide here instead of the library?" You could have sworn you saw a smirk on his face, "Midterms are coming up. Let me know if you need help...studying."

        Oh man, you were embarrassed. Since then, Miguel had gotten a little more snarky with you. In a playful manner. Honestly, it felt like he was pulling st your heart strings. The man was smart, hot and a menace to your thoughts. You were ashamed to say that you had thought about your roommate a lot at night as you played with yourself.

        You weren't the only one. Miguel was pumping his dick in his hand every night to the thought of you under him. You were pretty dangerous to be around. Walking around in your underwear and a shirt; laying on the couch; hell, Miguel was even aroused by you cooking dinner. In his eyes, you were already his. He just hadn't sealed the deal yet.

"Argh, I hate men!" You cried out, planting your face onto the couch. Miguel was sitting on the side chair,

"Including me?" He asked, not straying away from his essay. You huffed, face him,

"No..."

"Good, now who do I have to beat up for annoying my precious roommate?"

"Hahaaa, just one of my classmates. We were doing a project and he had the gall to tell me I had no idea what I'm doing. I fucking major in the subject!"

       As you were venting, Miguel was staring at you. He found it cute how red your cheeks got when you were angry. How tight your clothes were against your body. Miguel wanted to see you strip. To get lazy and comfy. It was something only for his eyes to see. He moved his laptop over his bulge, wanting to hide the fact that he was getting turned on from just staring at you.

"And then he had the absolute nerve after all that to ask me out! Like, why would I want to date a rude snob like him?! After I said hell no, he called me a bitch and went to shit talk me to his friends!" You whimpered, tears threatening to spill. 

        Miguel immediately went to your aid. He brought you a box of tissues, sitting beside you now. You rested your head against his shoulder, trying your best to not cry.

"I can beat him up for you, amor. (love). You can do so much better."

"Haha, thanks Miguel."

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          After that, you went back to your hard studies since Finals were around the corner. That boy who had bothered you prior stopped bothering you completely. In fact, he avoided you. It was strange, but you were happy about it. All you needed was to pass your classes. Miguel helped you study for midterms, perhaps he was willing to help you again for finals?

        You were sitting in your shared living room, waiting for Miguel's class to get out. You were getting frustrated from trying to figure out stuff from another class. Glancing at the time, you inhaled deeply. There was still plenty of time before Miguel came home, you could use a little destress. Laying against the couch, you spread your legs and began to rub your clit was massaging you breast.

"Mhm, Miguel," You closed your eyes, imaging that it was Miguel toying with your body.

        Raising your hips, you started to feverishly rub your clit. Whines coming out as you desperately wanted Miguel to touch you. You lowered your fingers to your aching hole, doing your best to finger yourself.

"Miguel!" You whined.

"Fuck," Miguel groaned as he walked through the door. You gasped loudly, fixing yourself, 

"M-Miguel!? Y-Your c-class-?!" You panicked. Miguel hurried to your side,

"Don't you fucking stop now." He groaned, his hands making haste into your shorts, "Fuck, hearing your moans when I walk in. Cómo puedo contenerme? (How can I hold myself back?)"

       You gasped as Miguel had you pinned to the couch. His hands quickly replaced yours and he entered two digits into your wet cunt. You moaned, arching your back into the couch as he pumped his fingers roughly. Your pussy clentching down against his hand whike your hips moved against his palm. His fingers were so thick, bigger than some of your toys. He was already stretching you out.

"Hah, ah, M-Miguel..." You whimpered a moan as he curled his fingers. Miguel licked his lips,

"Qué hermoso. Tu cuerpo se está desmoronando por mi culpa. (How beautiful. Your body just falling apart because of me.)" You trembled as you reached your first orgasm, "What a naughty roommate. Teasing me so much."

        You panted heavily, never experience an orgasm like that before. You followed Miguel's gaze, watching him undo his pants as he licked his fingers. His pupils almost looked blown once he had a taste of you. It made you wetter. Finally, all of those wet dreams you've had of fucking your roommate was about to come true. Miguel cussed lowly as his belt got in the way.

"I never seen you this stressed," You teased, helping him undo his pants, "How long have you been wanting this?"

"Why do you think I became your roommate?" Miguel watched your reaction towards his large dick, "You?"

"Before midterms,"

        You stroked his dick with both hands. His low rumbling groans were turning you on more. You brought your lips to his tip, licking the precum that had started to drip. You winced at the salty taste but continued to suck him. Miguel's hand rested on your head as you bobbed your head against him. It was difficult and you could not take him fully, but Miguel seemed to enjoy it. Tears formed from the corner of your eyes as Miguel forced your head lower.

        Muffling against his dick, Miguel stopped, allowing you to breathe. You crawled over his lap, positioning his dick over your soaked hole. Miguel held your hips and placed you on your back before entering. The two of you moaned in unison. Miguel held your legs up as he stretched you out. Miguel was destroying your pussy and he hadn't even moved yet. You gripped the couch's blanket, raising your hips as he kept pushing himself inside.

"Looks like you need help with your finals," Miguel groaned, watching your pussy suck his dick as he finally fit his whole length, "Let me start by teaching this naughty pussy a lesson."

"Mhm, p-please," You begged. Miguel pulled back then slapped his length into you with force, "Ah~!" You cried out.

"Qué compañera de cuarto más cachonda. ¿A punto de romperse después de un solo empujón de mi polla? Tu coño fue hecho solo para mí. Mira lo mojada que estás, sólo para mí. (What a slutty roommate. About to break after just one thrust of my dick? Your pussy was made just for me. Look at how wet you are, just for me.)"

"M-Miguel!" 

        You gasped for air as he fucked your brains out. Each thrust was bringing your orgasm closer and closer. Miguel grabbed your breasts, playing with them as he sucked on your collarbone. His dick pounding you relentlessly. He had his body pinned against you like an animal in heat, refusing to let you go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning into his ear as you reached another orgasm. Miguel shivered in delight and decided to reward you. He slammed his cock a few more times, filling your womb with his cum.

"Looks like you're going to need a lot more lessons, cariño (sweetheart). But don't worry, I won't charge my dear roommate."

"Y-You better not." You huffed. Miguel smirked as he gave you another slap of his dick, "W-Wait~ Mhm, d-don't...d-do that." Your whines turned into moans as Miguel kept abusing your poor cunt.

"After waiting this long, you really don't think I'm not going to fuck you dumb? Gotta make sure I keep tutoring you."

"Hah, hah, y-yes," You replied, throwing your head back in pleasure.

        You did not care how many times you needed to ask Miguel for help. You knew that he would tutor you seriously. It was your payment that you really looked forward too. Anytime either of you were stressed, you two had some of the best sex. When it was time to renew your lease for the house, both you and Miguel did not hesitate to agree. Miguel was the perfect roommate. Perfect boyfriend. You were not letting go of him, and neither was he of you.

[reiderwriter]

hi i love your writing

could you do something with reid loving that reader is pregnant. fluff or smut or both

A/N Hello! Thanks for the request! Dad!Spencer is the cutest thing on the planet so this is some unapologetic fluff. And now I have baby fever.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, idiots in love. Loosely based on Haley and Hotch's conversation in 1x1. Very fluffy and probably very cheesy and sentimental too... Sorry, you give me girl dad Spencer and suddenly there isn't an impure thought in my head, I just want to lovingly stare at him like I'm the dead wife in an action movie montage.

My requests are open, check out my masterlist for more 🌸

“Okay, what about Amelia?”

“No, Amelia Dyer, Victorian serial killer. She killed multiple infants over a thirty-year period.”

“Okay, okay, how about, Myra?”

“Myra Hindley, she and her partner Ian Brady abducted and killed five children and teens in the early sixties.”

“God, not that then. There can’t be a psychopathic murderer called Belle, right?”

“You’re making this too easy for me, y’know. Belle Gunness, Hell’s Belle, she’s one of the most prolific female serial killers of all time, even 100 years after her supposed death. It’s fascinating, you know, people think that she actually faked her death - when the doctor who performed the postmortem testified, he noted that the cadaver was about five inches shorter and about fifty pounds lighter than Gunness supposedly was….” You raise a single eyebrow at your wonderful husband, and he immediately shuts up.

“I’m rambling aren’t I?” He smiled down at you as you sat curled up as much as you could in your favorite spot on the couch, the cosiest part of your shared apartment. You smiled back up at him as he leaned down for a kiss and you gladly craned your neck up in response, meeting his lips for a sweet moment.

“Hotch was right you know,” you joked when the two of you parted. “All of the best baby names have been taken by serial killers.”

“Yeah, you’d think with the ratio of female to male serial killers, a girl would be easier to name.” He leans down to kiss you again before falling into a crouch next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and placing his hand on your stomach.

“How big did you say our little girl is now?”

“Y/N, you asked me that half an hour ago. I know pregnancy messes with your brain a bit, but if you’re that bad we’re going to have to get you back to Dr Patel and see if you’re doing okay.” He was joking of course, but you showed him your little pout anyway, knowing that he loved seeing the silly expression on your face.

“Humor me, Doctor.” He strokes your stomach and moves away, but not too far away, taking up right next to you on the couch, and pulling your legs over his lap.

“At five months, she’s roughly 10 inches long with a weight of about 0.5-1 pound. But that ‘How Big is My Baby’ book would say that she’s roughly one banana in length.” You giggled up at him and he grabbed your hand and just held it, content to have you in his arms in any way, big or small.

“I can’t believe it’s been five months already,” you giggle as he presses another kiss to your hand.

“I get it. It doesn’t feel quite real yet to me, either. I thought for so long that fatherhood just wasn’t in my future, but you’re the gift that keeps on giving I guess. I don't know what I did to deserve you.” Even if the words weren’t so sweet, with all of the hormones, you would’ve started crying at anything. Or at least that’s what you’re going to tell him when he sees the small tears threatening to drop into enormous loving sobs.

“Spencer Reid, I am not a gift. I am simply the woman with the correct combination of sense and foolish luck that got to marry you.” He’d done this before, and you were used to his small habit of self-deprecating talk, but after a year of marriage and three years of dating before that, you’d managed to work him down to the occasional comment.

“Don’t try to argue about this, I’m definitely the one benefitting the most from the situation right now,” he joked with you, and you could see the genuine adoration shining from behind his eyes. It was a little spark that not many got to see, a glimpse of true happiness in someone usually so reserved.

“Spencer, you’ve given me foot rubs everyday this week, you’ve read more pregnancy and parenting books than every OBGYN and midwife in the area combined, and you’ve somehow attended more of my clinical check-ups than me, and I’m the one whose pregnant.”

“And you’re growing our child inside of you, which is itself more impressive than anything I could ever do with a book and some modern acts of chivalry.”

“Yeah, tell your boss that. I think the only thing keeping Emily from pulling her hair out over your constant absences is that she thinks she’s competing for the title of godmother. She thinks Penelope and JJ are trying to corrupt me with parenting advice and all those baby clothes Pen keeps bringing over.”

“She’s going to be crushed when she remembers we’re not religious, right?”

“Devastated,” the two of you shared a laugh on the couch, and it quickly devolved into a giggle fit after Spencer leaned over and tickled your side. You jolted away from his touch, but he was on you again, attacking your sides with small caresses, and you were gasping for breath between laughs.

“Spence stop- ahh!” Your squeals stopped as you cried out in shock. It was small but you felt something tap against your stomach. Spencer stopped immediately upon seeing your expression change, and a serious look settled on him as he assessed you for any damage.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you in pain anywhere, is the baby okay?” He shot out the questions rapidly, one after the other, barely leaving space to catch his own breath from the laughter of earlier.

It happened again and you put a hand to your stomach, finally realising what’s going on.

“I think I just felt her kick. Spencer, I think I just felt the baby kick.” You couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across your face, as much as you couldn’t help the tear that dropped from your eye as your hand rested against your belly again, scared to move for fear that the baby wouldn’t communicate with you again.

“What? Now? Can I- Can I try and feel it, too?” His hands hesitated at first but when you enthusiastically nodded and used your other hand to put him close to yours, you could feel his eagerness to feel the small kicks of your daughter as well.

Almost as if she was waiting for him, as soon as his hand was in the right position, your little girl kicked again, almost as if screaming “I’m here mommy and daddy,” for the two of you to hear.

“I think she’s trying to tell us not to have fun without her,” Reid whispered in your ear, kissing your tear streaked cheek, and using his free hand to rub them away from the other side of your face.

“I am so thankful everyday for this gift you have given me. And for the record, the gift isn’t the baby. The gift is the overwhelming happiness you bring to my life, and the beauty you make me see in this world. The fact that you’re going to be the mother of my child gives me the confidence to get up and go to work every morning because I know that there is joy and there is kindness and there are beautiful people in this world, and you are one, and she will be, too.”

His attempts to dry your tears are now completely vanquished as you let your emotions run wild, but you almost laugh when you realise that his eyes are just as glassy as yours, and you both sit there, overwhelmed by the pure, unadulterated joy that a small kick from a child who has yet to be given a name has bought you.

[chiriwritesstuff]

i stumbled upon those meet cute nyc tik toks where the guy asks random couples on the street how they met

PICTURE THIS:

Joel and Sugar walking around NY together maybe after some conference that they went to together. He’s got his protective hand on her lower back as she’s chatting away about some random interaction with a squirrel she had while waiting for him when he was in the toilet.

They get stopped by the guy and he’s like are you a couple and before she even processes the question Joel’s proudly proclaims” Yes, yes we are” and proceeds to tell their story (skipping the more nsfw stuff). Readers a bit camera shy but butts in every once in a while to correct him jokingly.

I just see Joel going like “this one did this” or “this one here had no idea what she was getting into” as you playfully pat his chest. I see this happening a few years after marriage so they do a shout-out to all the kids.

*bonus* the internet goes crazy for them in the comments.

*bonus two* it does the rounds a bit around sugars parents club and they get this glimpse into the life they’re no longer a part of (fuck them)

OH NONNIE. I love that TikTok account! I could totally see this happening with Joel and Sugar in the future, so let's flash forward a few years...

Meet Cute NYC - Joel and Sugar, from Austin, Texas

(Also, I had a BALL laughing at the thing with the squirrel and Joel being on the toilet!)

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.3k

"… and then I asked its name, and the squirrel quirks its head at me and said, 'Well, I'm Bill!' and I was like, 'OH MY GOD, I know a Bill, and he's one of the best people I know-"

"Wait, Mami. Are you seriously telling me a squirrel introduced itself as Bill? … and all this happened while I was on the toilet?" Joel indulges you, a hearty laugh escaping as you both make your way to Gray's Papaya, Joel's sole request for accompanying you to the IT convention in New York. He guides you towards the wall of a building, noticing a man with a tiny microphone focused on both of you from the corner of his eye. Raising an eyebrow at the stranger, Joel positions you so that your conversation is shielded from prying ears.

"Hey, hey, are you guys a couple?!" The man with the tiny microphone shouts, waving at the both of you, his iPhone pointed forward, eager to capture any response.

Joel stops in his tracks, the hand that was on your lower back circling your waist as he pulls you into his side, a playful smile on his lips. "Yeah, this is my girl right here. Even the squirrels know it."

"Papi!" you squeak, burying your face into his chest. "That's private!"

The man laughs at that, a wide smile forming on his face. "Well, do you mind me asking how the both of you met?!"

"Well," Joel exhales, "Do you have time? because it's a doozy-"

"Oh, it was not-" you cut him off, playfully slapping his chest.

"… as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by my beautiful wife," he presses a kiss on your forehead, winking. "I actually met her in the mall back in Austin while she was being dragged against her will to go spend time with her mama."

You nod. "This is true."

"She was back home from college. You know, she was getting her Masters," he adds proudly, "… and she was the cutest fucking thing I've ever laid my eyes on. Absolutely fucking beautiful, she took my breath away," he gets a faraway look on his face, his eyes a little misty.

"Anyway, I had met her mother before, because I was gonna fix their roof that she managed to set on fire with an antenna she tried to mount, poor thing didn't realize that there was gonna be a lightning storm, her father was furious with her!"

"He was," you quip, blushing. "The whole side of the roof was just burnt to a crisp!"

"And what did you think of your husband then?"

"Well, I thought he was hot, and thought of myself as shameful, having impure thoughts about him right in the presence of my mother. Thought I should go to hell with him at the gates, waiting for me." You gush, blushing at the memory.

"So how did you guys get together?"

"Well, we met 15 years ago. She was too young for me at that point, and well, I was just getting my business out the door. We didn't see each other for ten years until I saw her mama at the same mall one day, and we got to talking… and my baby needed a job, and I needed an IT specialist… and I thought to myself, fuck, I've been biding my time, I will never get a chance again if I don't take this one, so I told her mama to have her call me. That was five years ago."

"I used to go to these Sunday dinners at my parent's house, and my mama goes on and on about how she's seen Joseph or James at the mall-"

"That's what she called me?!" Joel exclaims, shocked.

"Yeah! So I go and tell her, 'I think his name's-', playing like it wasn't the best thing that's ever come out of her mouth. She told me that the job was basically mine and that I should wear some heels and a skirt to meet him-"

"God, that was the best fucking gift-"

You giggle, holding Joel tighter. "Anyway, I got the job, and apparently, my husband was completely technology inept, didn't know the difference between a printer and a copy machine-"

"Hey!" Joel exclaims, shaking his head and chuckling.

"… and then one night, he emailed me at midnight about some crisis he was having about pop-ups," you laugh, clutching at your middle. "… and while I was fixing his computer at one in the morning, well, I stumbled upon a bucket list of his, and the rest was history."

The host laughs. "What kind of bucket list was it?"

"Oh, well, let's just say-"

"It was one I made with her in mind," Joel cuts you off, blushing. "I figured, these were the things I would do with her if she gave me a chance again, and she did, after confronting me about it."

"I did, and I'm glad that fate connected us one more," you muse. "… because now, we're happily married and are taking our first trip together without our kids, and it's been a blast!"

"Hi Amie, Hi Bruno!" Joel interjects, waving to the camera. "I hope your older sisters are not losing their minds watching you both!" he winces at the camera, knowing damn well that they're probably up to no good. "Sorry Sarah and Ellie, promise to bring you guys back something good!"

"So what brings you guys to New York?"

"Well, my baby here was a speaker at an IT convention, held a panel and everything!" Joel gushes, pushing you forward slightly towards the camera. "I'm just here for the ride, as her proud husband!"

"Oh Papi, stop!" you exclaim, smiling widely. "It was nothing, really."

"Don't sell yourself short like that, baby!" Joel chides, "You fucking killed it, I was so fucking proud of her! She's not one for public speaking, but her panel was sold out! all 200 seats!"

"So what's your favorite thing about one another?"

"I love everything about him," you reply honestly, locking eyes with Joel as he hugs you. "I love how persistent and driven he is, how he takes charge and makes sure that everyone he loves is taken care of."

"I love her soul," Joel smiles back at you, caressing your cheek. "She does these things that might seem weird to people but is the most endearing shit to me. Like just right now, she was having a chat with Bill the squirrel-"

"BABY!" you scream, hiding your face in his chest. "That didn't happen," you mumble into the fabric, clearly embarrassed.

"One last question: Five years married, four kids, what's the secret to a successful marriage?"

"You lose the girl for a bit, make a shit ton of money, become a millionaire, and tell your asshole in-laws to suck a dick!" Joel exclaims, laughing. "Sorry, baby," he adds, putting his arm around your shoulder as he leads you away.

"What's your guys' names?" the host yells after you. Joel turns around once more, smiling into the iPhone.

With a wink, he yells, "Joel and Sugar Miller!"

Comments 10.5K mami94794: OMG GOALS ConnieBaby: YOU GUYS THAT'S MY BOSS! Hit me up, I have all of the tea… Reply (109): GIVE ME THE TEA, GIRL! girldad808: wow 10 years of waiting my god the kitty must be good! S.Miller: DAD??? EllieBellie123: You guys better be getting me something good! Bruno drew something on my ukelele! ohheythere5478734: Damn where can I find me a rich ol daddy out on these streets?!?

Meanwhile, at the Austin County Country Club…

"Have you seen that video that went viral on the news?" your mother's friend says as she sips her Old Fashion, her eyebrows quirked conspiratorily.

"What video?" your mother asks.

"The one of your son-in-law, telling the world for you and your husband to suck a dick," she laughs, giving your mother a smirk. "I'm assuming that's why you didn't know they got hitched in Hawaii all those years ago? How embarrassing is it to be called out by someone on the Fortune 500 list, huh?"

[ghouljams]

Speakinggggg about the nun: say she slips up and kisses soap, does he has a meltdown because he thinks he’s responsible for corrupting a woman of the cloth? Or is super devious about it even before he knows she’s not a real sister

I'm telling you right now, Soap has a corruption kink here. He is devious about it, he doesn't know she's a fake nun but he also doesn't really care lol this got long, as Soap and his nun always get:

In order to keep up appearances you and your roommates help out at the church sometimes. It’s not too bad, the reverend is nice. Besides that they’re one of your customers so you don’t feel too pious helping them. Really does wonders for your nerves being in a house of God and feeling like you might burst into flames at any second. It would suck to die in your full nun kit, it’d be a horrible ghost outfit. 

Soap has never been one for religion, seems like a crock of shit to be beholden to some man in the sky. What’s God ever done for him? If there was a God he knows a couple people that should’ve been struck down long ago and were currently living very well. This was where Goose said you’d be though, so he was stomaching the church grounds.

“Soap?” One of your sisters catches him, fuck what is her name? “What are you doing here?” Steamin’ hell is it that obvious he isn’t a church man?

“Lookin’ to confess some things, don’t suppose you can help?” He flashes her a smile, watching her lips draw in a thin line.

"We… don't really do that, but you can talk to Moon, she's good at keeping secrets." She says, going back to what she’d been doing.

“And where might she be?”

Johnny finds you doing inventory in the church’s pantry, neatly cataloguing canned goods and recent donations. You hardly look up from your clipboard when he enters, figuring it’s one of your roommates. You turn to ask what they need just as his hand fixes itself to the shelf behind you.

“Johnny? What’re you doing here?” You blink up at him, he seems to be thinking something through. You raise a brow while you wait for his brain to kick into gear.

“I’ve come to confess,” He says finally. You smile, trying not to laugh.

“And they sent you to me,” You shake your head at his short nod, “Alright let’s hear it. Tell me your sins so you may be absolved.” You mean it as a joke, but he steps closer and the air changes. Something small and shivery in the back of your mind takes in how big, and warm, and close he is, how dangerous it is to be in close quarters with this man in particular.

"Forgive me sister for I have sinned," he says, voice low and seductive as he boxes you in, "I've been having impure thoughts." Your eyes dart to his jeans, you snap them back to his face as quick as you can.

"That's… fine, I'm- well I mean not fine in like a catholic sense," you press closer against the shelf as he leans more heavily on his arm, "Are you catholic Johnny?"

"Not even a speck," he says, tipping his head to the side, you mirror the motion swayed by the way his eyes land on your lips.

"That's your first sin I think."

"Won't be my last."

“You’re- this is-” Your brain throws up half cooked protests against having him this close. He hums, waiting for you to say something with a smile.

“Hail Marys,” He says, voice so thick and low that you have to press your legs together under your skirt, “you’re supposed to give me a number.”

“I’m-” Your eyes dart past him to the door.

“You, hen,” His fingers touch your jaw, directing your attention back to him, “just you.”

“I am-” You can feel your breathing, the way your chest rises and falls, you wet your lips with your tongue, “-a pious woman.” Are you reminding him or yourself? His smile seems to grow.

“And I’m a devoted man.”

“To the devil maybe,” Your voice whispers, letting him tip your head back, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Maybe.” He tells you, and kisses you before you can respond.

You’ve been kissed before, you’re not a real nun after all, but not like this. Not this slow and exploratory drag of his lips against yours that makes your eyes flutter closed. Indulgent, your brain purrs, he’s indulging in you in a way only a sinner can. With all the haste of molasses as his nose nudges against yours, coaxes you to open for him as his tongue swipes against your palette. He groans and your stomach drops hot in your core. You drop your clipboard in favor of pressing your hands against his firm stomach, fingers shivering against the hard muscle. Impure thoughts indeed. He pulls back and you blink your eyes open to see him smiling down at you. His thumb swiping at the wetness on your lower lip.

“Isn’t that pretty,” He tells you, you swallow, “Thank you, Hen.”

He leaves you almost as quickly as he found you, and you are absolutely fucked. Bad, very, very, bad for business.

[daughterof-aphrodit]

Teaser Idiot - (Y. JW)

football player!Jungwon × Reader

Summary: You never imagined that one day you would share a house with a boy, and that boy would be the hottest in the entire college. Yang Jungwon.

Warnings: reader with impure thoughts, insinuation of sex.

Hello people, I've been with this project for some time, and I'm just finishing it. I hope you enjoy the story preview. I have the list of tags open! If you are interested just comment ✨

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The boy tried to talk to you all day, but you ran away, like he was the one with a contagious disease. Some people in the halls found it strange to see the star of the football team looking their way so much.Jungwon had a little hope of being able to talk to you at night in the shared apartment, but apparently he was wrong too.

— We need to talk, open the door. — He's been trying to convince you to open the door of his room for a few minutes.

You pretend not to hear the boy and turn up the music on your phone to drown out the sounds of his voice.

— Are you putting Chase Atlantic so you can't hear my voice? Serious?

You don't trust yourself to talk to the boy right now. My god, why doesn't the image of him with only a towel around his waist leave your mind? You had seen other boys like this before. Why did he look so sinful? The butterflies in your stomach increase just thinking about the boy without the towel. How he must endure several rounds for being an athlete. Or his head between his legs.

Have self control, he's an idiot. Remember all the times he stressed you out.

— I think I have a spare key to his room. I'll go get it — He talks to himself, and soon you can hear the footsteps walking away from the door and minutes later coming back.

Is he really going to open the door?

Upon hearing the key, you scream the first excuse that pops into your mind.

— I'm not wearing anything Jungwon.

For a moment the key stops and he is silent.

— Was that an invitation?

— What? No! — Did that “no” sound convincing?You hope so.

— I don't mind talking to you without clothes. So the situation is fair with what happened in the morning.

Damn it.

— It wasn't my choice to see you almost naked. — You say offended.

— No? So why are you staring at me like you want me to put you over the sink and fuck you?

Hell, you didn't have a good answer for that.

— Can we talk some other time? I am busy now.

He thinks for a moment, agrees and leaves towards his own room.

You breathe a sigh of relief that you manage to get rid of the conversation once again. But what Jungwon said just a few minutes ago still sticks in your mind, and apparently it wasn't going to come out as soon as you wanted.

[...]

— You haven't been very happy for a few days, but today you look worse. Won't you tell me what's going on? — her friend Yuri asks.

And at that moment you decide that you are no longer going to hide the reason for your daily stress. And he tells her that he is sharing the apartment with Jungwon.

— Oh my god, are you living with Yang Jungwon? The hottest guy on the football team? I envy you.

— What? Don't be jealous, he's an idiot.

— Okay, let's find reasons not to like him. Is he disorganized? Does his stuff smell weird? Does he not shower?

Damn it. Jungwon was very organized, at least in the apartment. The kitchen is always clean, and the living room is organized. And no, his stuff smells wonderful, especially his clothes. And Jungwon seems to be addicted to bathing.

— He's perfect, isn't he? - Yuri teases you.

— No. He's an idiot who thinks he's better than everyone else.

[tideswept]

NEW OBIKIN AU IDEA (feel free to take it and run) Anakin starts having visions of OWK-era Obi-Wan/Ben as soon as he becomes Obi-Wan's padawan. At first he doesn't think much of the dreams, just follows around this strange sad old man around what is obviously Tatooine. (The dreams don't have sound, not that the old man ever speaks.)

(He tells Obi-Wan about this, but Obi-Wan effectively just shrugs. He's a new parent, as long as it's not nightmares that send Anakin crying into his room, it's fine? Probably?)

But as Anakin grows older, one day he's not just a ghost wandering around as Kenobi does stuff; Ben notices him.

And does not react well, with puzzles Anakin. He seems to want to almost hurt Anakin, but also weeps at his feet. (What's really happening is Ben just having a breakdown of being angry at himself for hallucinating kid!Anakin.)

The older Anakin gets, the more real the dreams become. He starts being able to speak to Ben, even though he can't hear any replies. Ben, meanwhile, is convinced that he's gone mad, but he's willing to embrace this madness.

Then comes the day when Anakin dreams and hears Ben's voice for the first time and realizes, this is master. Somehow?

Anakin ends up falling in love with Obi-Wan twice; the present him, and the future him. But unlike AOTC Obi-Wan, Ben will do anything that Anakin wants. Anything. Including coaching him in how to avoid the Bad End of the original timeline.

Or, barring that, as the dreams grow more vivid and the things changed don't seem to alter the future, some way to keep this Anakin, save this Anakin.

Until one day, Anakin is there, can travel between Ben's time and his own. Aware that things will go really bad if he stays, it becomes a very real question of, does he just... leave his own time? Stay with Ben?

Wouldn't that be better for everyone? Easier?

Surely everyone would agree. Even Obi-Wan.

OBI-WAN WOULD NOT AGREE. He knows something has been strange about Anakin, but between the Catholic Guilt of his impure thoughts, and assuming Anakin is just the Chosen One and strange things come with the package, well, he's been trying to let things play out with patience and understanding.

But like hell anyone is taking his Padawan away.

Even if that someone is himself.

(I'm thinking it's not so much time travel as alternate universes, and Anakin's been slowly building a bridge between them.)

[entertext]

HGSN 22-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

(sfx: wakes up)

Yoshiki: Uwahh!

Yoshiki's mom: Dear...! Are you alright!? Why did you go to Takeda-san's place..!?

Yoshiki: Mom...

Mom: Is it true!? That old Takeda geezer went into a rage and knocked the two of you out?

Mom: The researcher? staying there managed to stop him, but...

P2

Yoshiki: Wait...slow down...you didn't call the police or anything...

Mom: A small quarrel within the village that isn't worth getting the police involved over...that's what it will be settled as, it seems. I seem like a fool. Even if I filed a complaint...

Yoshiki: Enough of that, what about 'Hikaru'...?

Mom: He's sleeping on the next bed...

(sfx: curtain swish)

Mom: But he hasn't woken up yet...

P3

(sfx: thump)

Tanaka: (This katana...)

Tanaka: (I snuck it into Takeda's house for an emergency, but it came in handy. It was able to cut "that" better than I thought)

Tanaka: (This confirms it. It took a long time to get to this point. I'm...really lucky... To think that it's manifesting in this era)

P4

Tanaka: (On top of that, how funny! Not only does it have an ego but it made itself weaker!)

Tanaka: (So things are already progressing towards my goal?)

Tanaka: (But....if that's now the case...)

Takeda: Tanaka!!!

Takeda: My father...they said he probably can't be saved. That it was a heart attack.

Takeda: What the hell happened...!?

P5

Tanaka: ...my apologies. I rushed there but didn't make it in time.

Tanaka: I noticed too late. ...It's my fault.

Takeda: ...

Takeda: My father...had said "I'm next"

Takeda: Was that was true then?

Tanaka: ...seeing the beings on the other side means the other side can find you more easily too

Tanaka: If you find them, the more you fear them, the easier of a target you make

Tanaka: That's all that happened to Matsuura-san and your father.

P6

Takeda: I see...no, to be honest

Takeda: My wife and I were relieved...though that isn't proper to say

Tanaka: ...

Tanaka: ...by the way, my sunglasses

Tanaka: have you seen them?

Takeda: They're right in front of you, aren't they...?

Tanaka: ...

(sfx: splash)

Takeda: You...

P7

Takeda: Is it possible that you're blind?

Tanaka: Yeah....

Tanaka: That's right.

Tanaka: But this is a kind of spiritual impairment. Even with a medical examination, there's nothing wrong

Tanaka: Besides, with these sunglasses I can more or less see

Tanaka: Though its annoying that they're company provisions

Takeda: How long ago?

Tanaka: ...since a very long time ago. Are you finished?

P8

Takeda: Wait

Takeda: What the hell is your goal here?

Tanaka: It's my job

Tanaka: My "company" is looking for a particular thing that originates from the other side

Tanaka: They've searched for several hundred years... It's worth that much effort

Tanaka: And that's why they send people like me out to survey any place that it has even the slightest chance of being in

P9

Takeda: No, I'm talking about your personal motive

Takeda: I don't know anything about that company or whatever

Takeda: But for you to do so much, you must have a reason

Tanaka: Haha, you're suprisingly sharp

Tanaka: Regarding "Nounuki-sama"...it's not wrong to say I plan on doing something about it

Tanaka: At the very least... I'm on the side of humanity

Tanaka: ...but I've just gotten a few more things to do now.

P9

Tanaka: I'll be gone from this village for a moment, so you're responsible for now

Takeda: !? Hey!

Takeda: What about dealing with Nounuki-sama!! If someone gets attacked by impurities...

Tanaka: Please fight them with that katana! Takeda-san, you're 6th dan in Kendo, aren't you?

Takeda: Is that possible!?

(txt: Missed Call: Satou)

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Next chapter: in two weeks probably

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If he started speaking before it was stuck back on:

Yoshiki: ....!

Hikaru: How about working at a haunted house?

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 7

chapter 12:

1. LILY EVANS MENTION!!!!!

2. god i’m so worried about what’s gonna happen to wolfstar when the games are over. they deserve a lifetime together

3. the snake, jesus christ. i’d flip off the game makers too

4. crimson rivers and just lovers peter >>>>>>>

5. god, peter is so sensible and reasonable and i love him so much

6. 😧 the avery spider. what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

7. james, darling, love, stop telling all the people you like the location of the cave. you cannot save everyone. their death will be inevitable. you’re going to hurt your soul like this

8. “Frankly, Regulus looks like he's been through Hell. He's absolutely gorgeous.” jesus christ. and with a knife pressed to his throat. he is NOT toning down his horny rn

9. “"You're hesitating, love."” FUCK YEAH THE FAMOUS LINE

10. 😧😳😳 not the bondage joke james makes at reg. holy shit- no chill

11. james had a knife to his throat twice in this chapter. he is living the high life

chapter 13:

1. “James has always been that infuriating mixture of wonderful and stupid, for as long as Regulus can remember.” yes, that is how i’d describe him

2. 😐 my dear james, what the fuck. why are you nervously beatboxing

3. oh god, they’re gonna have to kill the deer to eat. james is NOT gonna like this

4. regulus does NOT give a fuck about the deer. he only doesn’t kill them cause he’s softhearted for james

5. “He tilts his head up to the sky, like he's looking directly at Sirius with an expression that clearly states: are you seeing this shit?” LMAO

6. (james describing his feelings for sirius) “Well, for one thing, what we have is special and goes beyond the bounds of romance, reaching unfathomable lengths that no one can understand but us, so jot that down,"” LMAO but also yes. absolutely right

7. 😧😧 jaw open. shocked. sobbing. reg agrees that in a different lifetime, him and james would probably be dating

8. 😭😭😭 james getting excited about if in a different life he married reg because that would make him sirius’ brother in law

9. “"Your ability to find things to be happy about, even in the middle of literal life or death fucking astounds me."” so true. but also. like. i understand james. me and james have got this connection. i understand him.

10. 😏 they’re gonna share a blankie

11. HANDCUFFS?????

12. "”Mum, Dad, look away, I'm having impure thoughts," James announces, gasping theatrically as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead. "Oh, the shame."” LMAO HES SO FUNNY

13. god, i miss james’ glasses too, reg

14. i’ve always wondered if the capital/hallow would show if tributes had sex in the arena. like, would they show it? like morally, they let people kill one another, so would they have anything morally against showing two people having sex in the arena??

15. god, they’re gonna be so mentally fucked up when they leave this arena

16. “Dorcas vividly remembers being very sure that the 'McKinnon girl' was about to die, only to be stunned when that 'McKinnon girl' shoved someone twice her size right into the fire and warmed herself up while they burned.” 😧 no wonder the past haunts marlene so bad. jesus fucking christ

17. god i love dorcas. she has no excuses for the other hallows. she’s like, i grew up and realized it was wrong. that’s all it took. the rest of them should have grown up as well

18. 😳😳 dorcas says she likes it rough

19. 😳 oh shit wait i think they’re actually gonna fuck

20. DORLENE <333333333333333

21. oh damn. the secret codes and sharing of messages to relay info. like gid and fab’s death

22. god, not dorcas lying about gid and fab’s death. i understand 100% but jesus. it sucks

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

For me it's already 11 am so I'm going to post and go to end it

5+1+1+1 fic will be posted on Saturday (tag list)(I need title NOW 😭)

“I was bullied by a bunch of nine-year-olds right now. And your son too. Punish them, Eddie,” Buck playfully pouts and Eddie can’t help the bright smile on his lips because of this huge man, who’s sometimes so childish.

“Sorry, Buck but I’m sure they were right,” Buck sighs as if he's offended and throws a napkin at Eddie. Eddie responds in kind.

“First of all, no they weren’t. Second of all, you should be on my side because you’re my partner,” Buck bends her fingers in front of his face. “You're a traitor, Diaz.”

“Said the man who bought Chris the Lego set I said no to some months ago,” Eddie sees how Buck has turned a little pale and his playfulness has disappeared. Eddie didn't want that, hell, sometimes he forgets how easily Buck loses his confidence.

“I’m not angry, but little a warning next time?” Buck nods and his lips stretch out again in a gentle smile and he looks at Eddie from under his eyelashes, slightly tilting his head, blushing.

When Buck looks like this, Eddie feels like he sees a teenager who is confused about everything he sees. He looks cute.

“Do you think it’s time for a cake?” Buck stares in the direction of the running children. Eddie hears Buck's impure motives, knowing how he looks towards the cake since its arrival in the morning. Eddie does not hide the fact that he, too, licks his lips at the very thought of it.

“Well, we can ask Chris to blow out the candles and cut the cake, and then let everyone decide whether they want a cake now or not,” talking like they have only pure motives wanting to feed the cake to the children, not themselves, they nod to each other and Buck goes to bring the cake and light the candles, and Eddie to pick up the children.

And if while the children are having fun after Chris blows out the candles, they eat large pieces of cake that they will never give to the children, then it is only between them.

Tagging if they want to share : @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @transbuck @cowboy-buddie @lover-of-mine @heartshapedvows @bekkachaos @panbuckley @rogerzsteven @the-likesofus @shortsighted-owl @barbiediaz @buddierights @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @hippolotamus @transboybuckley @devirnis @heartbeatdiaz @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 @buckitup @mandzuking17 @translasso and anyone who wants to share

[sherrymagic]

once again THANK YOU @tswizzlesfan for tagging me in the one game i was lowkey offended (affectionately) none of my mutuals tagged me in THIS WAS SUPER FUN TO MAKE!! just know we'll probably have to share at least a couple of these men hehehe

disclaimer: since it says characters and not actors i've decided to not give a single damn in case of the same actor playing different characters on the list.

10 BL CHARACTERS THAT I WANT CARNALLY

1. Kanlong from The Eclipse

using my own gif because it appeared as the first one when i searched and i'm flattered ajajdnkamdlnscksd by the way Kanlong is the one character that made me feel like perhaps i needed to take a pregnancy test every single time he appeared on my screen

2. Boeing from Only Friends

this man ending up alone is by far the biggest plothole in Only Friends, i was not letting him go anywhere outside of that pool.

3. Prapai from Love In The Air

can't even elaborate, i've been having the most impure thoughts every single time he smiled, frowned, or breathed in the series.

4. Vegas from KinnPorsche

Porsche is a stronger person than me i would go anywhere if he asked me. ANYWHERE.

5. Win from Between Us

the whole final scene of episode 1 of Between Us. do i need to say anything else or

6. Prom from Playboyy

scared is not the word i'd use but you do you

7. Chopper from Never Let Me Go

his pathetic romantic devotion is all i'm looking for in a man. also he looks like Perth so *chef's kiss*

8. Boston from Only Friends

low on the list only because i hate the hairstyle they gave him through 90% of the series (yes i'm an extremely superficial human being). everything about the pool scene and his final scene was impure-thoughts-that-will-make-me-go-straight-to-hell worthy though

9. Saifah from Dangerous Romance

this list could easily be made exclusively of Papang characters but i'm just going to leave it at this. Saifah's creepy smiles >>>>>>>>>>

10. Inspector M from Manner of Death

Great Sapol in a uniform. that's it, that's the tweet.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

- Soong from Playboyy (he's not on the list simply because i hate Jack's new haircut and i'm projecting but we could count him as #11)

- Gram from Not Me

- Name from Dangerous Romance

- Ray Daddy Dan Mew Nick literally everyone from Only Friends

i'm pretty sure every person i would have tagged has either done it or has already been tagged by someone else, going for the ones i don't recall seeing a similar post of: @kess-in-the-perthchimzone @srnileforme @odd-one-advocate @khaotunqs

IF YOU DID IT ALREADY/DON'T WANT TO PLEASE IGNORE ME, OKAY LOVE YOU BYE

[luminous-letters]

HELLO i see your requests are open and i'm kinda curious;;;

So the case is i really don't like sebek, like pretty much can't stand him BUT theres a scenario that happend in my dreams that was sebek finding mc crying (they don't really get along yet) the reason being she really misses home and feels super alone in this new world, so how do you think he would react after that? I wanna see if this fic makes me like him a little bit more (can be romantic or platonic u choose)

SORRY IF ITS TOO MUCH HAHA I GOT CARRIED AWAY

i understand that sebek could be a bit off-putting at first glance (with him constantly screaming about malleus and whatnot) he's the scrunkliest scrunkly that ever scrunkled if he ever grows on you. you'd go from crocodile (derogatory) to crocodile (affectionate)

naurr it's completely alright

side note: i'm so sorry that it was delayed this much 😭 i hope you enjoy 💛

"Human, you're formally invited to a grand banquet at Diasomnia. Make sure to not be late as to not cause shame to Lord Malleus' name," Sebek handed you an invitation, in all of its black and green glory.

"I...I don't— I can't attend," you replied, handing it back to him. "You're declining an invitation from Lord Malleus himself?" he looked at you incredulously, bewilderment that quickly morphed into aggression.

"Do you not know your place?" he huffed, "The crowned prince of the great Briar Valley sends an invitation your way and you have the gall to decline?" he seethed.

Why are you refusing something that he's been wishing for his entire life?

"You're right, I don't know my place. But I'm sure as hell it isn't here," you replied, trembling, with tears that threatened to spill.

"What are you talking about?"

"I want to go home. I didn't ask for any of this shit I'm getting," the thinnest sliver of strength you had finally snapped. "I have parents, siblings. I don't want to be stuck in some dead end, crappy excuse for a dorm. I have a life, and I want that life back."

You were homesick, that much he gathered. But is it too much to refuse an invitation from Malleus Draconia, of all people?

"I don't belong here."

That certain phrase rang a few unwanted bells inside Sebek's mind. You do not belong here. How many times did he hear those words over and over. How many times was he shunned out, ostracized and frowned upon because of the blood that ran through his veins— impure blood. He was not fae nor was he human, then where should he belong?

He understands now. There's somebody else like him.

"But still, you are to attend the banquet. I'll escort you come seven o'clock," he left the invitation on the table. "I expect you to be properly dressed and groomed by the time I return."

You didn't reply.

Did he do the right thing? He wondered as he prepared the various tableware for the banquet. He moved absentmindedly, knee-deep in his thoughts and doubts about his earlier exchange with you.

"...bek? Se...k? Sebek!"

"WHAT?!" his voice boomed.

The crash of the now shattered, ceramic plate echoed across Diasomnia's ghostly lounge.

"You look troubled. Did something happen?" Silver asked, quickly moving Sebek away from the shards. "It's nothing," he grumbled.

"If it bothers you this much," Lilia emerged from the dark corridor, "Then it must be concerning," he used his magic to return the plate to its former, more pristine, condition.

"I assure you, Master Lilia, it's nothing of concern."

"Could it be...your conversation with the Prefect earlier?"

"Silver...! How...how did you know?" he hung his head low, his heart thumping quickly from anxiety. "A bird told me," came Silver's reply.

"Calm yourself, Sebek," Lilia Vanrouge's soft voice gave reassurance, but it barely did anything to ease his worries. "Your conversation with her sounded like it didn't go too well," Silver continued, causing Sebek's heart to beat faster than before.

With the mention of the Prefect, Malleus Draconia materialized from bright green wisps. "What about the Prefect?" the Diasomnia housewarden questioned, further exacerbating the half-fae's frenzied heartbeat.

"My Lord, she's declined the invitation. She does not wish to attend," Sebek gulped, jumping when cracks of thunder roared around the dorm.

"Sebek, if you should know, the Prefect is an endeared acquaintance of mine," Malleus spoke in a low voice, it was so threatening that it sent chills down Sebek's spine.

Sebek stammered, "W-we had an exchange earlier and...and— well, she had the nerve to not accept and—"

"And?"

"And I feel like she'll want to attend even less after our conversation..."

An uncomfortable, drowning, almost deafening silence filled Diasomnia. Save for the occasional rattles of thunder.

"Lilia, cancel the banquet. I have more important matters to attend to," Malleus waved off towards the dorm's vice housewarden. "No, I will not," Lilia's voice was stern.

"This banquet is as important to Briar Valley as much as it is to Diasomnia, and it is your duty as housewarden as well as the crowned prince to host the event and tend to the delegates," Lilia scolded. "But she's—"

"She can wait. This affair weighs worlds more than her."

Sebek hadn't felt more ashamed and embarrassed before. The irony that he was the one who would cause his Lord's rage and strike a disagreement between both of the people he looked up to. "Sebek," Malleus called.

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Seeing as you were the one who pushed her to such extremes," the fae prince began, "I task you with consoling her, take it as a chance at redemption. Stay with her until she feels better, I don't care even if it takes until sunrise."

"But Malleus, it's his right to attend. This abuse of power is something not befitting of someone of your caliber," Malleus laughed at Lilia's remark, "Abuse of power? I'm merely enforcing discipline and conduct to one of my retainers," he said the title with malice, meant to demean rather than to glorify.

"Take it as a chance at redemption."

"Malleus—" Lilia interjected, "No, I'll do it!" Sebek said, with the same loud enthusiasm he'd always offer his Lord. "If that's your decision..." Lilia sighed.

He offered the first year a pat on the back, "I'll save you some food for when you get back."

"Thank you, Master Lilia! And I will not disappoint, Lord Malleus!" with that, Sebek began his march towards Ramshackle dorm. To you.

Seven o'clock sharp. He was standing in front of your dorm, donning a black suit and a bright green tie. He had hope that maybe, just maybe, you'd decide to attend. He's always wanted to be with them, with true fae. "Um...are you there?"

"If you're here to escort me you're just wasting your time," you spoke from behind the door. "I'm...I'm sorry, I should've taken into consideration your situation..." Sebek said.

No reply. The lights flickered off and fading thumps of footfalls against oaken floorboards were the only replies he received.

What else could he do but wait. Diligently and patiently he sat on the porch, watching the stars as he passed the night. As Lilia says, "One cannot achieve greatness without patience."

Well, he didn't actually say that. He just thought it'd be cool if he did.

Come sunrise, as the morning dew rested on the last few blades of grass in your dorm's lawn, Sebek was still there. He waited, although he was silently snoring. He was slumped over with a plastic bag in hand.

"I missed the banquet," he sighed, "Well I never asked you to—"

"I know. I did it of my own accord, well Lord Malleus asked me to keep you company. But I swear most if it was because I was...I was guilty?" he rubbed the sleep off his eyes.

"I brought some leftover food from last night. Seeing as the headmaster doesn't give you enough budget to afford good food," he handed you the bag, filled to the brim with delicious dishes— savory pork and sweet and sour chicken, among many others.

You took it, "Come inside, we can eat it together."

[dollyyyhouse]

Don't 'Cha Wish Your Girlfriend was Like me?

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Vixen Reader (AFAB)

CW: Smut below the cut! Takes place at club, p in v, Nanami cheats on girlfriend with reader, public sex, (they get caught lmfao) Nanami and reader get ahead of themselves, porn with plot, reader is described as a vixen

Inspired by the Pussycat Dolls 🫡

Nanami couldn't believe himself, how could he be having such awful thoughts about another woman when he was right next to his girlfriend? It was like he was under a vixen's spell and unable to think about anything besides you and the way you made him become all hot and bothered. All he wanted was to bend you over and make love with you— what the hell was wrong with him? He had a girlfriend for crying out loud, how could he be falling head over heels for another woman?

"... Ento?" Stuck in his thoughts, the man was unable to hear the woman calling out to him. A thousand thoughts ran through the blonde-man's head; had he accidentally drank alcohol? Was that the reason he was so enamoured by you? He didn't plan on drinking, he had to make sure he brought his girlfriend home safe. "Kento!" Nanami was brought back to reality when he finally registered that the woman next to him was trying to get his attention.

"What are you so distracted by, dear?" His girlfriend asked, cocking her head to the side in curiosity. Unfolding his arms, Kento wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. "Nothing, I was just watching everyone dance. It was a good idea to come to the club tonight." The man replied, acting as though he wasn't just checking out another woman moments ago. "Ah, alright. I'm glad you're having a good time! Though, you do look a little bit red in the face. Did you drink something?" Shit. He didn't think he was blushing. "I think I mistook someone else's soda as mine, it probably had a bit of vodka in it. Don't worry, I only had a sip." Kento offered his girlfriend a small smile. The woman grabbed her boyfriend's free hand and fiddled with his fingers, interlacing their hands after a few moments. "Just be careful, make sure you don't drink anything weird, dear." She warned, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I'm going to go dance, I'll be back in a little bit!" Stepping out of his embrace, the young woman ran off into the crowd. A sigh of relief escaped Nanami's lips when she was out of sight, he felt bad for lying to her but it'd be alright as long as she didn't know that he wanted to bang another woman, right..? It wasn't like he was going to act upon his impure thoughts.

"Excuse me, can I sit next to you?" The man looked up, slightly panicking when he realized the woman he was checking out was suddenly in front of him. "Oh, yes." He replied dryly, feeling as though his heart would pop out of his chest at any moment now. Smiling at him, you sat down on the bar stool right besides the blonde man. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell was he supposed to do? Should he start a conversation or just let you drink in peace?

"Aaah, I feel so sweaty after dancing for so long." You whined, fanning yourself with your hands. Kento turned his attention to you, grabbing his soda can in order to have something to fidget with while speaking to you. "Yeah, I saw you dancing for awhile." He said, swirling the cola around in it's can. A small grin slowly formed on your lips, one that didn't go unnoticed by the stoic man. "Are you here alone," scooting your stool closer to the man, "or did you come here with someone?"

Nanami stiffened when he heard your question, refusing to make eye contact with you out of nervousness. "Oh—" he struggled to find the right words, "I came here with a friend." Shit. Did he really just say that? Why did he lie? He loved his girlfriend dearly, so why was a tent pitched in his pants after seeing another woman? "Mmm, that's perfect." You stated, sitting up from your stool and inching closer to the bulky man until your breast were pressed up against his muscular arms. "Why don't we get out of here and have some fun?" You asked coyly, batting your eyelashes at him.

Kento's breathing halted for a moment, thrown off guard after hearing you ask the question. Finally, he looked up and met your eyes. He could've sworn he saw your eyes twinkle, now that he had the perfect view of you; he took in all your beauty. "Yeah, I'd like that.." His voice trailed off.

Grasping his hand, you pulled him off his seat and lead him out of the club— eventually leading him into a decently private alley. Your lips automatically connected to his, desperate for a taste of the handsome man. "Shit.. you're so pretty," Nanami broke the kiss, "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you when you were dancing." Your hands roamed his muscular chest, feeling up his muscle through his unwrinkled dress shirt. "I know, I saw how you looked at me when I was dancing. I couldn't resist you, even if you do have a girlfriend." Kento froze, eyes widening after hearing what you said.

A small giggle escaped your lips, "Don't worry, I don't mind. This can be our little secret." Peering up at him through your eyelashes, you placed a couple of kisses on his collarbones. Snaking his arms around your waist, Nanami brushed off all his worries. "She doesn't have to know about this, I doubt she'd let me share a man like you anyways." Trailing your pointer finger down his body, you stopped the finger when it reached the bulge in his pants; tracing circles on it.

A groan fell from Nanami's lips, this felt so wrong but so right at the same damn time. "I could see the way you wanted me. In the back of your mind, you know you want to fuck me— right?" The man replied his a clear "yes." Hiking your dress up a bit, you slipped off your panties and placed them in the palm of his hands; smiling at him with such a mischievous look on your face.

Nanami didn't know what came over him but he opened the panties you were just wearing and admired the pool of wetness in the crotch of it, kitten licking a small stripe over top the slick. You tasted amazing. There was no way you weren't a vixen, you knew just how to make his heart beat like he had just ran a marathon.

Sitting on your knees, you unbuckled his belt; pulling down his slacks and boxers. His cock sprung out, hitting his stomach once before standing up. "Oh, shit. I knew it, your dick is massive." You said in awe, admiring the long organ and the veins that trailed up it. Tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, you stuck out your tongue and swirled the tip of the large cock in front of you.

"S-shit!" Unintentionally, Kento bucked his hips forward at the pleasurable feeling. Removing your hands from your lap, you wrapped one hand around the man's brawny thigh and used the other one to gently squeeze his balls.

"Sho tasty.." You muttered, placing a few kisses up and down his cock. Taking a deep breath, you quickly pushed his dick further down your throat; causing the man to groan. You paused for a moment before pushing the organ further down your throat, not stopping until your nose touched his neatly-trimmed pubic hair. "Aghh," Nanami groaned in pleasure, watching in disbelief that you just casually deep throated him.

You hummed, sending vibrations down the cock. Quickly removing your mouth from his penis when you struggled to breathe, the two of you admired how strands of your saliva connected your mouth and his cock. "It's almost too big for me to even take, I wonder how it'll fit in my pussy.." You said aloud, causing a deeper blush to settle on the man's cheeks.

Nanami pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail, keeping your hair out of your face while you gave him the sloppiest head he had ever received before. Opening your mouth, you repeated your actions; but this time never removing your mouth from the long organ. You watched how different actions effected the blonde man, quickly figuring out that his tip was the most sensitive and that he liked it when you swirled your tongue all over his dick.

Within just a few minutes, you had the man's hips jittering as he shoved your head all the way down his shaft and splurt his salty semen all over your tongue. Kento quickly let go of your head when he realized that you were most likely struggling with breath. "Haa.. sorry, it felt so good I couldn't h-help myself." The man struggled to catch his breath after such an intense orgasm.

Sticking out your tongue, you showed him how his cum decorated your pink tongue. Everything about you was perfect, you knew just how to please him. You swallowed all of his semen; loving the salty taste. "Thank you for the meal!" You said, placing one last kiss on his tip before you stood up.

"Look at him," you said, placing more attention on the man's boner, "he's still excited, I guess my mouth wasn't enough, huh?" Kento profusely nodded, he was so far in by now that he completely forgot about his girlfriend. She would probably be looking for him by now, she could wait though.

Kento hoisted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and snaked your arms around his neck. He aligned his raw cock with your sopping-wet pussy, the tip nudged at your folds. You braced yourself for the stretch, preparing for the burning sensation.

No amount of preparation could prepare you for the way he stretched your cunt out, barely fitting all the way inside of you. "O-oh, holy fuck.. ah." You moaned, waiting for the man to begin moving. "You ready?" He asked, only moving when you nodded. Nanami gave both of your asscheeks a gentle squeeze before he began rocking his hips into you.

You couldn't believe how massive he was, it was almost too much for you to take. Burying your head into the crook of his neck, you mumbled, "Don't 'chu wish your girlfriend was h-haaa-hot like me? I- ah, I could treat you better th-an her."

Your words only spurred him to begun thrusting into you faster. "W-haa do you say? Leave— oh, fuck! Her f'me.." You whispered into his ear.

Kento knew he shouldn't accept your offer, but the way your pussy was milking him was definitely influencing his answer. "Yes.. anghh, how could I say no t' you?" He could feel your smile against his skin. "Ah.. nghhh; I'm close." Your nails dug into his skin, crescent-shaped marks being left behind as you did so.

Nanami couldn't help but admire your cute moans and whimpers, everything about you was so unbelievably perfect.

A particularly load groan came from the man, his abs clenched and his knees almost completely buckled; signaling his orgasm.

"She prob-ah-ably doesn't let you hit it raw, huh? She, shit, she seems so boooring.." Unable to contain your moans, your sentences were continuously cut off by your noises of pleasure.

"You're right, baby." Kento replied, it was like he was in a trance. All he could think about was you, you, you. He didn't even realize that just a few feet away was his girlfriend, watching in horror as another woman had sex with her man.

"Cum on my cock, baby.." With a loud gasp, your squirted all over his dick. Once your high completely washed over you, you winked at the woman and blew a kiss towards her before shooing her away with a motion of your hand, but she couldn't move. It was like she was paralyzed, watching some fucked up scene.

The man squeezed your asscheeks much harder this time, burying and pounding his seed into your cunt. Sweat glistened over both of your bodies, your orgasm so nice that your eyes became glossy. The man stopped, staying still for a moment; plugging up his cum inside of you before slowly letting you down and pulling out.

You didn't say a word as you watched his girlfriend finally run away, only smiling to yourself— at this point, you knew he was yours now. Pulling down your dress, the man was about to offer you your panties back when you pushed the hand that held them back. "Think of it as a gift," you said bashfully, "you know, a little gift now that we're dating." He laughed, "I'm so glad I left with you."

You bent down, helping him get properly dressed. "My name is Y/N, we probably should've introduced ourselves properly before fucking," you giggled, "it was like love at first sight."

"You can call me Kento." Nanami replied, fixing a few strands of your hair. "Promise me you'll break up with that girl. See, I know she loves you, I understand; but we're just a better match." He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, a look of love clouding his eyes. You were definitely a vixen.

[chatonnoir]

What are your thoughts on ML smut fics and people writing and reading them? Is smut appropriate if characters are aged up, for example?

Writing and reading smut of ML is great and everyone who wants to do it should do it and have fun with it and this is a hard pill for some people to swallow but they don’t even need to be randomly aged up to 18 for it lmao

Slapping on "they're 18" doesn't actually do anything and y'all need to realize that teens can and do have sex at 17 or 16 or 15 or 14 and that's perfectly normal and okay as long as they’re well-informed and safe and not doing it out of any external pressure but just because they themselves want to. I have SO many stories from high school that are just peoples’ hookup stories. I knew people who were sending nudes in our first year of high school. I knew people who hooked up AT school. I absolutely knew people who were having sex in our first year of high school (note that this is the same age as Adrien & Marinette, their 3rd year of French middle school = first year of American high school). Guess what? I have friends who had sex at /13/! And guess what! This wasn't some terrible traumatizing thing! This was just two closeted gay teenage boys naturally exploring their attraction by hooking up in the very unsexy setting of our middle school bathroom. For them it's now just a funny story whenever we're being nostalgic about the awkwardness of middle & high school because they didn't know a goddamn thing about What to do (health class didn’t exactly give them a How To guide for that), so the consensus was that it was awkward and bad. And this further shows you how teens are more inclined to be sneaking around having bad or risky sexual experiences due to lack of knowledge if you force them to suppress and feel ashamed about these very natural human experiences & feelings.

The important thing is that they know how to be safe and how to treat their partner and how they should be treated so they can have their boundaries respected. There's a reason kids literally start getting sex ed from age 10 - because they're about to (or might even have already) start puberty and soon are going to start being horny as hell (sadly packaged with also being greasy and pimply and awkward and insecure) and need to understand what all of that means and know how to be safe before they inevitably start having urges and possibly wanting to act on said urges. It's also very normal to not want to have sex yet as a teen because everyone grows and develops differently and people have different sexualities and levels of libido and no one should feel like they have to do it in order to be seen as cool or mature -- but your experience also isn't universal and just because you didn't care for sex or want to explore your sexuality in your teens doesn't change the fact that plenty of other people did. You can't decide for everyone else that just because your teenage experience didn't involve horny teen shenanigans or because you were raised to be deeply religious that All Sex Bad And Impure And Sin And Teens Thinking About Sex Or Desiring Each Other Is Abnormal And No One Should Even Know Sex Exists Until They're 25.

I'm honestly so glad I was already an adult and had already had my fun exploring and figuring out my sexuality through smut fics of highschooler characters while I myself was the same age before a large part of the younger gen Zs collectively decided to turn fandom in to catholic school. I was living with abusive controlling religious parents, and I was trying to become comfortable with myself as a hormonal teen who was suddenly having thirsty thoughts about not only boys (while having "no dating no boys no premarital kissing ever you can't even hang out with male friends" hanging over my head and never being allowed to go out) but also girls (knowing full well that wasn't something my parents would ever be okay with) and was trying to come to terms with being lgbt, all while trapped in an environment like that. Sneaking around my parents trying to date wasn't exactly something I had the mental fortitude for at 14, especially not when they were abusive and I'd already had that fear instilled in me knowing that the consequences would be a lot worse than being grounded (and I didn't have superpowers to help me escape out the window and go frolic with my beautiful and strong superhero girlfriend 😔). And on top of all that, how was I supposed to become comfortable with and own my attraction to girls when heteronormativity was all I knew and when all I had were (what I thought to be) straight friends and I had no idea how they'd react if they knew? What were my other options if I couldn't explore any of this in real life yet? Highly fetishized hardcore graphic lesbian porn made for the straight male gaze on the oh so welcoming and safe-looking teen-friendly website that rhymes with Corn Tub?

No. I explored the attraction I couldn't explore in real life through steamy f/f fics of sports anime girls lmao. Female characters who were 14-17, the same age as I was, living the same kind of experiences as me! These fics were written by adult wlw in these fandoms, so they were depicting realistic, non male-gazey attraction between teenage sapphics that was relatable to me! And I found a safe haven to explore my sexuality through fandom on tumblr & through fanfics. When I was in my first year of high school I had just discovered and started reading smut fics, and I soon after had the funniest experience when an old lady teacher of mine literally told the class that she literally never read for fun as a kid.... until she discovered her mother's hidden smut novels, and then she was hooked. Needless to say I loved this woman lmao and hearing her proudly admit that out loud was a comfort when I had just kind of started doing the same thing in secret. In fact, I was reading WAY more smut between ages 14-17 than I do now because back then I was a closeted hormonal teen, and now as an exhausted but more hormonally stable adult I just crave the comfort of “what if blorbo 1 fell asleep on blorbo 2 .... and they were both secretly pining 😳”

I actually had this ask sitting in my inbox for like a month and a half until I saw this post talking about and reccing smut fics, and then read @kasienda​ ‘s fic which was recommended in that post and was heavily focused on sex positivity and realism and I was hit with a wave of “yes!!!!!!!!! you’re both so right!!!!!!!!!!” and was finally compelled to answer this ask. The fic even made the characters 17, rather than following the arbitrary requirement to age them up to 18, as a protest and to once again remind people that teenagers can and do have sex. (Side note: the other subversion I really loved was where, instead of following the usual fanfic trope where Plagg is like “ugh gross the hormonal teen humans are doing their weird mating rituals again” and either interrupts them or just groans and complains about them making out, this fic had Plagg be like “I hate watching these miserable teens be miserable about this complicated secret identity pining nonsense so how about I just make things easy and straightforward and get them in a room together so they just hook up already!!!!!!” because the former trope gets annoying to me sometimes and I honestly found this take on Plagg so refreshing and endearing and believable lmaoo)

tl;dr: I think @jennagrinsoverml​ put it really succinctly in her fic rec post: “I think that written fiction is a wonderful and SAFE way for people (even, no ESPECIALLY minors) to explore things that they're interested in or curious about before actually engaging with those things. And, especially in the case of sex, I certainly think it's a lot better than many of the alternatives like porn or trying things before you're ready. A lot of people will engage in sexual acts before people think they're old enough to read about those same acts and I think that's ridiculous.“

[yurisorcerer]

This is a hell of a thing. I really liked it. I am going to spoil the entire first episode---which is a self-contained story, the series is an anthology---under the cut here. I would recommend the first episode strongly although not without a few caveats.

SO. This is a twist on the Cinderella story, wherein Cinderella is evil. Kind of. I have many scattered thoughts.

Ultimately it does seem to be the stepsisters' own greed that causes the situation, but I do think there's more going on here. It's hard to tell when specifically Kiyoko's malice becomes a factor as opposed to her just being vaguely unsettling.

The show mostly looks good but I do wish it looked just a little more so. In its best moments it really captures the sickly elegance and fake sumptuousness of a rich household, but it falters just often enough that it only works some of the time instead of all of the time. Notably, the characters look significantly better in profile than they do dead-on, which is mostly to the episode's benefit but occasionally saps a bit of impact out of closeups and such.

The fact that Kiyoko displays no *obvious* malice until the episode's halfway mark actually makes her more unsettling. I'm unsure of what to make of the living doll in her possession, especially since she looks like Charlotte from the frame story.

The translation of the various Japanese lordly titles as "Count" is weird but given that this is derived loosely from a European fairytale, it kind of works.

Kiyoko, of course, unexpectedly shows up at the ball outshining both her sisters.

When the stepsisters first arrive, Kiyoko's affection seems genuine, but over time her affection grows into a twisted thing where she thinks of her family members as playthings. Is this vengeance? Is this the entitlement of the upper class? Maybe a bit of both?

Oh the shot of her in a bloodied kimono but juxtaposed over her in the ballroom is lovely. As is her expression, visible for only a frame or two, of a sadistic grin when she's (correctly) accused of killing her stepmother. That the stepsisters are also acting is quite the twist, but makes sense with what we're presented beforehand, and leaves the tale on a suitably unsettling and disquieting state.

EDIT: Some further thoughts, actually, following a conversation with @anonus, I think it's interesting how the stepsisters' fate can be read if one is so inclined as the tendency of moneyed society to shut out anyone who tries to rise above their station. You can see this with how Kiyoko relies on the servants' trust despite throwing one of them under the bus in order to frame her sisters, and how she arranges events such that their "impure" tendencies from their upbringing, their poor etiquette and gaudy dress sense, are exposed and mocked.

Not that I think Kiyoko is necessarily unsympathetic either. It's a nuanced story.

[viviennelamb]

Hi Vivienne! I wanted to ask you how you try to keep a pure mind in this world? I have a very "absorbent" mind, kind of like an empath, but it also works for written words and media, not just people's feelings. When I see inappropriate things on the internet, or see my peers posting inappropriate things, it is so easy to imagine myself doing those things, or putting myself in these situations. Even though I have never, or would never, do these things. It feels like I am being pulled out of my body just to relate to what I am seeing. And when it happens, I feel so disgusted, I have a visceral reaction to these thoughts, but they are everywhere. I am in a perpetual state of anxiety because I'm so scared of encountering things like this, I feel like I cannot trust myself and my mind. I try to distance myself from content like that, I tell myself to focus on purity, but it how can I do that when my mind is impure as well? Is it just something that gets better in time and with practicing meditation and prayer? I wanted to also ask about getting over shame about one’s past. My past is also what influences my state of anxiety because my mind keeps reminded of things I used to engage in. They flood my mind during meditation, the guilt is so bothersome 😣 Thank you, -KeepingPurity

Hello,

Likely, you are still coming to terms with no longer participating in what most individuals engage in. During this time you will notice lust becoming more apparent as you have declared war on impurity which is the equivalent to opposing worldliness. Before you became aware of what is happening rather than people's opinion on what they think is happening, depravity remained as an everyday background as a means to stay in your subconscious becoming as normal as the sun rising every morning. Now that you've brought the actual truth of reality to the surface of your mind, your perspective on the world will also change. This is disorienting at first as it becomes brazenly obvious to you that there's perversion at every corner, but it'll be nothing to other people because that's how propaganda works.

Once you decide, with resolute finality, how you want to live your life, you will no longer have these issues. For now, this is a lesson in taking control of your mind through strengthening your willpower. Since you've started meditating, this process of strengthening your power will accelerate quickly as opposed to just reading about it. The ordinary person fights daily battles with their vice and loses which is a sign of a weakened mind. They often go to therapy meetings, read books or attempt to randomly quit by sheer will with many relapses because that is the slow and difficult route. For those who are genuinely suffering and are willing to invest daily time into their health, meditation is the only solution.

You will also receive messages from people both directly and indirectly that what you want is futile or even dangerous - this isn't true. In this simulation, when you want to do something of value you will encounter adversarial forces that test your devotion. In an opposite scenario, the same is true - when you want to ruin yourself everybody will cheer you on and join you because most people are live a passively suicidal, YOLO lifestyle. They have no interest in helping you, only distracting you from your purpose in life.

With your decision that you won't participate in anything that disgusts you, you will come across temptation - this place is sensory hell, after all. Lust-related things are positioned as "pleasure" but the trade-off for lust is depression and anxiety (at best) as lust takes over the mind and encompasses one's every thought, demanding more and believing you are worthless if you are not lustful. True freedom cannot be experienced before one is free of lust.

The transitioning phase into a pure mind is the difficult part, but once you have made some spiritual progress, you will find it gets easier. What you are doing right now is changing your mind and your personality both of which egotism has encapsulated. The thoughts you previously welcomed with open arms concerning avarice-based survival will fight for its life as you are attempting to get rid of it which is where your anxiety is coming from. During this period of detoxification, the Ego will do everything it can to re-capture your attention to place it back onto lust so it can stay alive. The Ego is a parasite and you're the host - don't give into its fear because it's not your fear, it's the parasite's. Continue to shun all evil and temptations that ramp up. Once you're through this phase you won't be personally bothered by the sexual images as much and as time goes on you will overcome your animal nature completely, if that’s what you want.

It's important to no longer give attention to thoughts that you are impure or that you are a sinner - this is once again the Ego talking to keep you in a state of impurity when you know you actively are becoming pure. You are a child of God, end of discussion. Don't give your attention to anything negative. When you are anxious close your eyes and bring your attention to the point between your eyebrows and breathe slowly and remember that you are not the body, but the soul. The Pure “I.”

As for the shame of your past, this will naturally fall away once you meditate more. The past that remains in our mind (which is really an emotional memory) is scrubbed out by meditation as we decrease our emotional instability and decrease our sensitivity (which is not the same as decreasing your sympathy or empathy). Your Soul’s remaining non-emotional qualities of those memories are those which we need for learning purposes to reach higher consciousness. Don't give the past too much attention, focus on the present moment as you are renewed every day through meditation. Purity is going back to your “original state” which is the perfect state of the Soul.

Keep in mind actual meditation doesn't begin until you know how to concentrate; right now you are practicing controlling your mind by becoming aware of your thoughts and behavior which leads to concentration and then proper meditation. What you are experiencing is the beginnings of inner-awareness which is a good thing.

While meditating, offer those past thoughts and guilt to God - God is glad to take your burdens off your shoulders, especially when you are making room for love! Even while not in meditation, when those thoughts come up think to yourself, "God please take these thoughts and negative feelings away from me. They do not belong to me." These are instances to help you build a trusting connection with God and practice renunciation, not an opportunity to wallow in those moods and feed it attention. Give them up as soon as they arrive.

If you don't want to be like the callous people around you, this is the correct choice.

[entertext]

HGSN 21-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

(map: simplistic map of Kubitachi)

Yoshiki: Here's what we know so far

Yoshiki: Nounuki-sama was a god that granted wishes in exchange for "something"

Yoshiki: After a famine, it was deemed a tatarigami and prevented from coming down the mountain

Hikaru: I guess it was like "sealed" or something

Yoshiki: Probably

Yoshiki: And during that famine, villagers died in large numbers. Also, it seems the Indou men have used "Hichi-san" to do some kind of ritual on the mountain for generations.

P2

Hikaru: Huh... Well, I guess they're doing the sealing, though I don't really know. Even though there's no way Hikaru wouldn't know about the ritual, I...

Yoshiki: It's 'cause your imitation is full of holes...

Hikaru: Yeah, you're right

Yoshiki: And that all of the settlements in this area used to be one village. What's with all the weird names?

Yoshiki: And also how this land was difficult for the feudal lords to interfere with...

Yoshiki: It seems that because of that, people with heretical faiths fled here.

Yoshiki: Before Western religion came here, was there Nounuki-sama worship?

P3

Hikaru: Hmmm...maybe they thought it was creepy? Like "These guys are worshipping some kind of weird god, let's stay away!" kind of thing.

Yoshiki: That might be true. Maybe they believed in some of it. Like in a "curse".

(txt: "Curse?" added in red marker)

Yoshiki: And then...regarding you

Yoshiki: Kurebayashi-san said this

Hikaru: Me?

P4

Yoshiki: You gather impurities like a lightning rod, but you aren't an impurity

Yoshiki: You're some kind of gigantic mass, something like hell, and a being on the outside of the cycle of samsara.

Hikaru: So she said that stuff about me. Kind of hard to understand her expressions...

Yoshiki: I guess you're a god?

Hikaru: Isn't that it? They do attach "-sama" to my name.

Hikaru: If I'm a god, why do I have so many worries...

Hikaru: ...Hey

P5

Hikaru: I...well, it's because I left the mountain that the impurities that accumulated on the mountain poured out

Hikaru: If that's the case...

Hikaru: then if I just go back to the mountain...

Yoshiki: Didn't you say you finally found a place to belong? That's no good

Yoshiki: Kurebayashi-san said she'd help too. With the two of us, we'll...look for a way

Hikaru: Mm....

Yoshiki: That reminds me, the day before yesterday, you came to my place at night.

P6

Hikaru: Oh, uh...yeah

Hikaru: I went. Probably.

Yoshiki: What was that about?

Hikaru: My memories are foggy

Hikaru: so I don't really know

Hikaru: Why did I do that?...

Hikaru: I...

P7

(sfx: DING - DONG)

Yoshiki: Excuse me!

(txt: Takeda Family House)

(sfx: cicadas: kumazemi)

Hikaru: Grandpa Takeda is an old man who won't leave his house right?

Yoshiki: That's right

Hikaru: You think he'll actually talk to us properly? Even Uncle Takeda is already scary...

Yoshiki: It's a lead... Won't hurt to try.

P8

??: Yes, yes, what is it...? You're the Indou's...? How unusual... What are you here for?

Yoshiki: Ah-umm. We had a few things we wanted to ask Grandpa Takeda...for a research project type thing...

??: Ask my father-in-law? Impossible, not when he's like that...

??: He won't even go outside, what do you want to ask?

Hikaru: Oh!

(Kurebayashi: If you run into trouble, you can mention my name.)

(Kurebayashi: Even a housewife like me can call in a few favors here and there...)

P9

Hikaru: This person named Kurebayashi asked us to come here, I guess you could say...

??: Kurebayashi?

??: If I recall, the name of the person my father-in-law was looking for was...

??: Wait just a moment.

(sfx: cicada cries: kumazemi)

Hikaru: Just what kind of person is that auntie...

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Next chapter: 2023/09/26

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Mountains of Kubitachi:

(from left to right)

Matsuyama (pine mountain)

- Hikaru's grampa cultivates shiitake mushrooms on the trees here

Kasayama (hat mountain)

Futakasayama (second hat mountain)

[T/N: see wiki on kasa hats]

Nisayama (red sand (cinnabar or minium) mountain)

-Forbidden area

Mountains of Kibougayama Town:

Tenbanzan (heavenly plate mountain)

-The motif of Kibougayama High School's emblem

-Symbol of the town

The local children have generally all been made to climb Tenbanzan at least once.

Yoshiki and Hikaru climbed it in elementary school.