#Pregnant Workers Fairness Act

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Chris Geidner at Law Dork:

A federal judge in North Dakota issued an injunction on Monday blocking the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission from protecting any employees of any members of a nationwide Catholic association who are seeking time off or other accommodations under the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act for an abortion or in vitro fertilization treatment.

U.S. District Judge Daniel Traynor, a Trump appointee to the federal court in North Dakota, issued the religion-infused preliminary injunction to partially block enforcement of an EEOC rule implementing the 2022 law, along with related implementation of Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, as to the Catholic Benefits Association and its members — current or future — nationwide. The order covers more than 8,000 employers — including thousands of churches — across the country. The PWFA was passed in December 2022 and is supposed to protect covered workers from discrimination on the basis of “pregnancy, childbirth, or related medical conditions” by, in part, requiring employers to provide employees with reasonable accommodations. The EEOC proposed its implementing rule for the PWFA in August 2023, stating in part that abortion and fertility treatment, including IVF, are covered by the law’s protections. That rule, which does not relate to insurance coverage, went into effect in June.

“It is a precarious time for people of religious faith in America,” Traynor declared in the introduction to his 21-page opinion, criticizing “the repeated illegal and unconstitutional administrative actions against one of the founding principles of our country, the free exercise of religion.” Ultimately, Traynor concluded that happened again here, finding that the CBA is likely to succeed in its challenge to the rule and related Title VII enforcement guidance under the Religious Freedom Restoration Act. Any appeal would go to the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Eighth Circuit, which only has one Democratic appointee among its 11 judges.

[...] Traynor sided with the Catholic employees — rejecting the EEOC’s arguments — on virtually all points, from standing to the underlying religious freedom claims to the scope of his eventual injunction. (Notably, Traynor gave little credit to the EEOC’s argument that “the Final Rule and Guidance acknowledge that employers may have RFRA defenses and commit to a fact-sensitive, case-by-case analysis.” Instead, he found that such an approach is not likely sufficient because the “burden of investigation and possible litigation” would remain.) The injunction is extremely broad, barring the EEOC from enforcing accommodations required under the PWFA rule relating to “abortion or infertility treatments,” along with guidance relating to “abortion, fertility treatments, or gender transition“ under Title VII, including recent workplace harassment guidance.

Trump-appointed judicial activist Daniel Traynor issued a nationwide injunction in Catholic Benefits Association v. Burrows that blocks the EEOC from protecting any employees of any Catholic Benefits Association members who are seeking time off or accommodations for abortion or IVF services.

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And the hell with the rest of the Women and young girls of America?

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What is the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act?

The Pregnant Workers Fairness Act (PWFA) is a new law that requires covered employers to provide “reasonable accommodations” to a worker’s known limitations related to pregnancy, childbirth, or related medical conditions, unless the accommodation will cause the employer an “undue hardship.”

When does the PWFA go into effect, and will the public have input on any regulations?

The PWFA goes into effect on June 27, 2023. The EEOC is required to issue regulations to carry out the law. The EEOC will issue a proposed version of the PWFA regulations so the public can give their input and offer comments before the regulations become final.

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The last days of 2022 had some good news for women

The U.S. Senate passed two acts that help working moms who are pregnant or breastfeeding. The Pregnant Workers Fairness Act and the Providing Urgent Maternal Protections for Nursing Mothers Act (known as the PUMP Act) were added to the 2023 omnibus spending bill, which now passed the Senate and is headed for a House vote.

The PUMP Act

The PUMP Act for nursing mothers requires organizations to provide time and space for breastfeeding parents. The Affordable Care Act of 2010 already requires that employers provide reasonable time to express breast milk and provide a place for pumping, other than the bathroom, that is shielded from view and private.

But the previous pumping law excluded most salaried employees, and the PUMP Act will extend these rights to all breastfeeding employees for the first year of the baby’s life. In addition, the new bill states, “Further, time spent to express breast milk must be considered hours worked if the employee is also working.”

According to the Surgeon General, breastfeeding can help protect babies from illnesses like ear infections, diarrhea and pneumonia and longer-term conditions such as obesity and asthma. It also lowers mothers’ risk of breast and ovarian cancer. Three out of four mothers in the U.S. start breastfeeding at birth, but only 13% of babies are exclusively breastfed by the end of six months.

One study in the journal Pediatricsestimates that if 90% of U.S. families breastfed for six months, the U.S. would save $13 billion from reduced medical and other costs and prevent over 900 infant deaths. In addition, individual families would save up to $1500 per year in infant formula costs.

The complications involved with pumping at work may contribute to women’s decision to stop breastfeeding. Nearly half of moms have expressed concern that breastfeeding at work could impact their career growth, according to a survey by a breast pump maker. And almost half of these women have considered a job change because of their desire to pump at work. A whopping 62% said there is a stigma attached to moms who breastfeed at work, indicating that workplaces still have much room for improvement.

Even when an organization wants to help women pump, individual managers can make expressing milk at work challenging. In her book Bully Market, Jamie Fiore Higgins describes her experience working at Goldman Sachs after her children were born. “Goldman had a lactation center, an entire floor with hospital-grade pumps, private lockers, a full-size kitchen and lactation consultants available 24/7,” she writes. But when her boss noticed Fiore had signed up for the lactation rooms, he allegedly told her that she needed to be at her desk working, not pumping, if she wanted to be promoted to managing director.

The PUMP Act garnered bipartisan support with some pushback from the airline industry. Given the small space on board flights, airlines had legitimate concerns about finding private areas for breastfeeding employees. The current bill made accommodations for the airline and rail industry and was amended to include a hardship exemption for small businesses. The PUMP Act was approved in a 92-5 Senate vote, with Republican Senators Rand Paul, John Cornyn, Mike Lee, Ron Johnson and Patrick Toomey voting against it.

Pregnant Workers Fairness Act

The second bill which helps mothers is the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act which requires employers to provide reasonable accommodations for medical conditions related to pregnancy and childbirth. While this bill also had bilateral support, the Senate voted to include it in the spending bill with a vote of 73 to 24. The law states that employers can’t deny employment opportunities based on these pregnancy accommodations, and they can’t “require employees to take paid or unpaid leave if another reasonable accommodation can be provided.”

“If a woman requests a stool to sit on or bathroom breaks, or a water bottle, even accommodations that are that simple, that basic and the subject of so much consensus — employers don’t have to provide those right now,” Senator Bob Casey said in an interviewafter the vote.

Although the bill has widespread bipartisan support, not everyone was in favor. Some felt the bill could force employers to make accommodations for abortions. Senator Thom Tillis told the Senate, “the legislation would subject pro-life organizations to potentially crippling lawsuits if they refuse to facilitate abortions in direct violation of their religious beliefs and their moral convictions.”

Tillis’ comments came after the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB) had endorsed the bill and after the law had been revised to clarify that no employer would have to subsidize “any particular item, procedure or treatment.”

James Rogers, a spokesperson for the USCCB said the bill “helps advance USCCB’s goal of ensuring that no woman ever feels forced to choose between her future and the life of her child.”

This vital act comes at a time when one in five mothers is afraid to tell their employer about their pregnancy. And nearly one in four mothers (23%) have considered leaving their jobs due to a lack of reasonable pregnancy accommodations or fear of discrimination, according to a Morning Consult survey conducted in February 2022.

Working women should be able to choose to procreate and take steps to raise healthy children without jeopardizing their jobs. The PUMP Act and the pregnancy bill are steps in the right direction.

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Kim ElsesserFollow

I cover women’s issues at work—including the wage gap, sexual harassment and female leadership. My prior careers include developing a quantitative hedge fund for Morgan Stanley and teaching about gender at UCLA. I hold a Ph.D. in Psychology from UCLA and two graduate degrees (management and operations research) from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT), and an undergrad degree in mathematics and computer science from Vassar College. Follow me on Twitter

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EEOC Unveils Final Rule Implementing Pregnant Workers Fairness Act PWFA

Go-To Guide: Effective June 18, employers covered by the Pregnancy Workers Fairness Act (PWFA) are required to offer reasonable workplace accommodations to workers who are pregnant or have a condition related to pregnancy or childbirth. PWFA applies to covered entities, which include public and private employers with 15 or more employees, unions, employment agencies, and the federal…

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In a significant and humanitarian legal decision, the Punjab and Haryana High Court has granted interim bail to a pregnant prisoner accused under the Narcotic Drugs and Psychotropic Substances (NDPS) Act. This interim bail extends up to a year postpartum, acknowledging the critical need for compassionate treatment of pregnant women and new mothers, even when they face serious charges. The Court’s decision underscores a pivotal shift towards considering the health and well-being of both the mother and the child, regardless of the severity of the alleged crimes.

Conclusion

The Punjab and Haryana High Court’s decision to grant interim bail to a pregnant prisoner accused under the NDPS Act represents a significant and humane advancement in the Indian legal system. By prioritizing the health and well-being of pregnant women and new mothers, the Court has set a precedent that underscores the importance of compassion and discretion in the administration of justice. This decision aligns with both national and international standards for the treatment of women in custody, highlighting the need for a balanced approach that safeguards individual rights while upholding the rule of law. As the legal landscape continues to evolve, this ruling serves as a reminder of the critical importance of ensuring that justice is not only served but also tempered with humanity and empathy.

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The answers are all "yes".

Bluewavesforever thought they were exaggerating. In any other timeline, they would be.

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(via A GOP Senator Is Stalling a Bill to Let Pregnant Workers Take Bathroom Breaks)

Sen. Thom Tillis (R-N.C.) is holding the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act hostage over abortion, which the bill doesn't even mention

what a dick

Sen. Thom Tillis (R-N.C.) is holding the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act hostage over abortion, which the bill doesn't even mention.

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Breaking News | Pregnant Workers Fairness Act

The Pregnant Workers Fairness Act is a significant legislation that aims to protect pregnant workers from discrimination and ensure reasonable accommodations in the workplace.

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Twilight x f!Reader; "Missing"

notes; i <3 angst writing!!! tw; angst, pregnancy, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, loid went to get milk without even realizing wc; 1.5k

[YourName] stood there, uncharacteristically caught off guard. She knew there would be missions where Twilight couldn’t say where he was going or how long he’d be, but right now? When she had the biggest news of their lives to share? That simply was crueler than just cruel.

The woman looked down, nodding toward The Handler. “Uhm, okay, well, thank you.” [YourName] said, swallowing thickly before going to turn around. “I know you’re with child, (AgentName).” The Handler said making [YourName] halt in her foot steps, “I-I may be.” [YourName] replied.

“That’s wonderful news. Do you want me to send a message to Twilight?” The Handler asks, and as much as [YourName] wanted her husband to know- she shook her head. “No, I’ll let him know whenever he gets back. Even if it’s years later.” [YourName] said before heading back home.

Once home and the doors were locked, windows drawn to a close too, [YourName] finally broke down. She wasn’t ready to be a single mother, but from the way The Handler wanted to hand such a useless message to Twilight, [YourName] knew it was going to be quite a long time before [YourName] gets to feel Twilight’s lips against her own.

[YourName] curled into a ball on the couch, finally finished crying her eyes out. Afterwards she took a shower, made a dinner she’d share with her baby, and then headed to bed for the night. [YourName] didn’t dream that night, she just blinked and it morning.

She called out of work for the month, only returning to the office when she was five months pregnant, or around that time period. She didn’t expect to open the door and confetti be popped around her, but it happened. She should have expected something like this.

“Congratulations! We heard you were pregnant!” A co-worker said excitedly, [YourName] simply nodded with a bittersweet smile. “Oh, yeah, five months along.” [YourName] says, gently placing a hand on her forming bump. There was a small office baby shower for [YourName] which she had no choice but to accept.

For the next five months, [YourName] was pampered around the office, not that she asked for it- it seemed to just happen. [YourName] found out about the mission her husband had been sent on, and all she could summarize from it was that he played therapist and dad for another family.

The day someone accidentally spoiled what Twilight was doing, [YourName] excused herself to the bathroom where she cried out everything she had held back. She wanted Twilight to play father for the family they had made together. She would exit her bathroom, that’s when her water finally broke.

Her co-worker rushed her to the nearest hospital, which happened to be the one Twilight played Loid Forger at. [YourName] sat in her room, holding her arms, alone. She never in a million years thought she’d be alone in this situation, shes read many books where women have been, but she swore she’d never be alone in labor.

[YourName] munched on ice chips between tears, that’s when a familiar face had knocked on the door and entered, “Nightfall-“ [YourName] said clearing her throat, wiping her face, and setting the cup of ice chips down. “Twilight is simply across the building, we just have to tell him that [AgentName] is in the bit thing unit, he’d come.” Nightfall explained to [YourName], it just made the pregnant woman scoff.

“It’s not fair to distract him from his work, he has a wife and daughter to act out with.” [YourName] says, looking away from Twilight’s co-worker. “Yes, true, but you’re his real wife and you’re giving birth to his first born.” Nightfall says as she attempted to convince the woman to tell Twilight about her situation, “I made my decision, maybe he should’ve tried to reach out through The Handler.” [YourName] says.

Oh. Yeah. Nightfall was suppose to give those check in messages to The Handler. Oops. Nightfall sighed, “Your secret is safe with me.” she promised before exiting the room.

[YourName] sighed, and before she knew it, she was giving birth. The whole pushing and breathing thing was so much harder than she expected. She swore she almost fainted, but she shot right back into consciousness when she heard the cry of her baby. “It’s a girl!” The doctor said, gently setting the baby on [YourName]’s chest.

[YourName] cried happy tears for the first time her entire pregnancy. Instantly, baby girl stopped crying and cuddled into her mom’s chest. It melted [YourName]’s heart, she never wanted to let go of such a tiny thing before. Eventually, the nurses had to take the baby girl to wash her up and place her in a warm blanket and hat.

With the help of a co-worker, [YourName] got home with her daughter three days later. Lotte, meaning ‘free’ in German, settled in nicely. How [YourName] wished she had Twilight with her on some nights to cheer her up and explain how he’ll get Lotte so that she could get rest instead. But [YourName] pushed through, not letting herself get too down in the dumps due to it.

Months would pass, Lotte was finally almost ten months old. Lotte watched as her mother scattered around the room, going in and out of the kitchen, cleaning. It started to bother the baby that she wasn’t getting the attention she wanted, so she began to get fussy, which her mom simply put off as ‘hating the boppy’.

Fussy turned into crying, and [YourName] was right there. She held her daughter in her arms, gently rocking her, trying everything in her power to calm her down. “M..” baby Lotte mumbled “Mama..” she cried. Despite the crying, it was clear as day who Lotte was crying for and it warmed every ounce of [YourName]’s broken heart.

It had been over a year and some things had changed since Twilight had gone on his mission. It had been over an entire year, and since there were still no messages from him- [YourName] didn’t send any to him either. It broke her heart that she had to play single mom when she was legally married to Twilight.

It just proved to herself that she could do this alone, sure she had a bit of help from co-workers, but it was mostly her doing all the work! The thought of possibly divorcing him had floated through her head, but she loved Twilight way too damn much to go through with it.

Another year would pass and Lotte was walking now, sure she had a little wobble to her walk- but she was walking! It was one of those nice days where she was sure nothing could’ve gone bad, so [YourName] decided to take Lotte out for a little treat. Over the last two years, [YourName] realized her daughter loved those soft cake pops from a local café. So her daughter would get a cake pop and [YourName] would get something to drink.

As [YourName] entered into the café with Lotte in her arms, she hardly noticed Franky and a pink haired child sitting together. By the time the mother did notice, Franky had noticed her fully first. [YourName] set Lotte on the chair and unwrapped her cake pop before breaking it into fours and taking the stick away, she then sat down next to her daughter.

That is when Franky had approached her, now she knew who he was- he was the closest thing Twilight had as a friend. “[AgentName]?” The short man asked, out of habit [YourName] turned around slightly to face whoever called her name. “Oh.. Franky..!” [YourName] said, blinking a few times to try and see better.

“Oh my god, it is you!” Franky said, dropping the child’s hand. “Where have you been? Who’s this?” He asked, referring to Lotte. Lotte was too busy stuffing her face to notice a stranger doting over her. [YourName] sighed, “I’ll tell you who she is if you tell me who she is.” she said making Franky nod.

With some hesitation, [YourName] would finally tell Franky; “This is Lotte, she’s Twi’s and I’s daughter.” she announced. Franky practically blew up as he malfunctioned, he covered the pink haired girl’s ears before he spoke, “Thats not possible. Twilight has been on his mission for two years.” Franky defended, “And I was pregnant before he left, now who is she?” [YourName] replied, gesturing to the child Franky had with him.

The pink haired girl pushed Franky’s hands off her ears. “I’m Anya Forger! Loid and Yor Forger’s daughter!” Anya introduced, but then it kicked in for Anya that THIS woman was Loid’s REAL wife. “Your baby is pretty.” Anya said, trying to break tension.

“I’ve got to go.” [YourName] scoffed, cleaning up her and Lotte’s area before getting up and picking her daughter up and going to leave. “He didn’t want to leave, [AgentName],” Franky said across the café. “Yet, he did and hasn’t sent a message since.” [YourName] says before exiting the café.

Franky had a lot of information to pass to Twilight this afternoon.

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Nesting (Balam Shichirou x femhuman!reader)

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Summary: When your demon lover, Shichirou, begins acting oddly—more protective, more possessive, and increasingly distant—you are left bewildered and heartbroken. Once inseparable, his constant rejection of your affection stings deeply, leading to emotional confrontations and a growing sense of insecurity.

As tensions rise, a startling revelation changes everything. 

You blinked in surprise at the demon before you, confusion written obviously on your face from your scrunched together eyebrows and slightly opened mouth.

It was true that Shichirou had been acting odd lately, but this wasn’t why you had thought so. He was far more touchy than usual, which you hadn’t thought possible and were now being proven wrong. A hand almost always laid upon your shoulder or held around your waist — clawed fingers curled around your stomach — no matter that he had to practically bend in half to be able to do it. His body was guaranteed to be wrapped around you during down times and almost certainly snuggled around you when you went to bed. Large, feathered wings carefully covering your body and hiding you away from the world as you lay wrapped securely in his arms.

Your normally sweet teddy bear of a lover had also gained an attitude lately towards other demons lately. While he was still kind and touchy feely with the students and younger family members that occasionally visited their siblings, he had gotten territorial in regards to your co-workers and even downright hostile to other unknown demons that crossed your path when you went out shopping together with Iruma or to just explore other places in the Netherworld. Exploring that he recently has been denying you, stating that it was too dangerous which had culminated in a fair few fights at this point. You hadn’t appreciated being treated like a wayward child who couldn’t protect themselves and his sudden aggression and overprotection was getting on your nerves.

After an almost two full months of this treatment—you seriously praised your patience with him that was a testament to how much you loved the white gargoyle despite his current attitude. When the latest fight correlated to the words — “I can’t help how my biology reacts, I don’t understand how you can be so blasé about this!”  — your brain suddenly caught on to what, it thought, was happening, and it left you feeling horrible.

The attitude, the territorial-ness, and overprotection combined with his increased skinship were all startingly similar to how he had been acting in his pre-rut a few months ago. A wince hit your face as you berated yourself, after all how could you have forgotten so soon? While you were certain that the book you had read said gargoyle demons hit their ruts once every few years, it made a certain amount of sense that a newly mated one would perhaps have it more often, in an attempt to get their new mate pregnant and carry on their lineage sooner.

You softened suddenly in front of him, all fight leaving you as you grabbed one of his large hands with your smaller ones and lifted it so that it would cradle the side of your face. Nuzzling into the scaled flesh you apologized for not understanding sooner. After all being a slave to one’s biology was nothing new to you, no matter how often humans often tried to fight it, and you could only imagine how much it would distress you if humans still had heats and ruts like their ancestors did. Briefly your minded drifted to the omegaverse that had been such a popular trope in the fanfics you had liked to read. The absolute chaos of it that usually happened in those stories would probably have driven you insane.

You couldn’t imagine how it must be to actually experience it rather than have it regulated to fictional characters that didn’t exist. It must have been awful dealing with all of those rampaging hormones and to lose control of your own body like that. With this thought in mind, you made a decision. If he wouldn’t initiate this rut for fear of hurting you, then you would.

The day after this decision you woke bright and early, a happy thrumming going through your veins and a shiver down your spine at what you imagined the next few days were going to bring you.

You bit your lip as the thoughts started to overwhelm you before shaking your head it clear it. You had a job to do and only the day to do it. You quickly wrote out a very long grocery list, including lots of fruits and high protein jerkies that could be eaten quickly in the low periods so that energies could be kept high. You thought about it for a minute before throwing a couple of different candies on the list that left you salivating, before giving it to Shichirou with a smile and a kiss before shooing him off. Your efforts received a raised eyebrow in response, but you simply claimed a craving before wandering away again.

Now came the hardest part of your plan.

You stood just inside the door of your shared bedroom, surveying where everything stood with a critical eye. Tilting you eye this way and that you vaguely tried to remember the way Shichirou had set it up. You wanted something similar since it had been so secured and comfortable, but you weren’t certain how to achieve it.

Shichirou’s normally made nest was an amalgamation of twigs, vines, branches, and even strands of both your hair woven into a giant circle, much like a bird’s nest would be. When you started sleeping over in your courtship phase, he added a custom-made circular mattress to fit inside along with several blankets, quilts, pillows – anything soft and comfortable that he thought could add to your pleasure. 

When he was in a pre-rut, he truly decked it out with the softest furs, silk, and anything he could find that suggested both wealth and comfort to try and impress you. Since the end of the rut though you had insisted, they go in a closet, to preserve them for a later use, that had apparently come sooner than you thought it would. 

With a reaffirming nod you stalked into the room and started pulling the nest apart. The structure itself was fine, but the placement of everything inside of it rankled you for some odd reason and you were determined to make it right. Once the mattress had been striped of every blanket and pillow on it, divided into piles of each type of item, you proceeded to take out the items that were truly luxurious and oh so perfect in your mind, before also separating them into the already made piles. You were determined to somehow incorporate every single piece, to make the perfect nest for you two to use later on that night.

Even without an image in mind you started you reconstruction carefully, laying each piece just so, moving them repeatedly until you found their perfect place. When Shichirou later returned, groceries bought and put away, it was to the sight of you muttering to yourself about why the nest didn’t feel perfect yet. You couldn’t figure out what was missing and by this point it was like you possessed by the need of a perfect nest.

When he entered the room further, initially intending to help you, he hadn’t made it one step before a low guttural growl left your throat unconsciously, followed by your head turning and jaws snapping at his presence neared your unfinished product. His eyes widened at the territorial display you were posing, taking a slight step back before kneeling before you. Instinct causing his back to bow and wings spread wide before you to show he wasn’t a threat.

Tilting your head as you observed the display, your eyes immediately caught the glinting of the light off the feathers running across his beautiful black wings in contrast to pale skin and the stark whiteness of his hair. Entranced you walked forward, hand lightly brushing through the feathers, feeling the softness before your eyes dropped to the boa wrapped around the collar of his neck.

This. This is what you had been missing from the nest. Pieces of him. A constant reminder of him surrounding you from both above and below. You kneeled before him, the back of your hands brushing against his cheek before going further back to seemingly wrap around his neck as you kissed his mask. The metal stark cold against your warm lips as your fingers worked a bit to unclip the fur before lifting above his head. With a giggle at the confusion on his face, you quickly stole the fur from around his hips as well before telling him to stay there, running the fur pieces back to the nest, laying and stretching them out on the side that you typically slept on before rushing back breathlessly and making your big ask.

He stared down into your eyes with knowing amusement at your actions, seeming to understand what exactly was happening without being told. In a rush of words, you requested some of his feathers, specifically the soft downy ones that grew closer to his back and lacked any rachis or barbules that made up the stiffer ones that covered the majority of his wings.

He didn’t even hesitate to move his wings to the ground before the vines growing up the wall shot out and wrapped around the base of the feathers. Your senses and mind came back to you at the sight, “Wait, what are you—”

You never got finish your sentence as a majority of the down feathers were ripped out without even a flinch, despite the beads of blood that were starting to well up in their place. Your hand flew to your mouth at the sight, tears welling up as the vines carefully deposited the feathers into his hands so that he could offer them up to you. You ignored them however as you quickly whipped off your top and moved to lean over him to put pressure on the spot.

“I meant the loose ones, not to mutilate yourself,” you hissed at him. He shoulders moved slightly at your words, accompanied by another hiss from you, “Do not shrug at me about this! You could have done serious damage to yourself, Balam Shichirou!”

“How could I not give to my beloved mate one of the few things she desires? A few feathers that grow back quickly are an easier sacrifice to make you happy than you think.” His voice rumbled out, not the least bit apologetic about his actions as he gently pushed you away while standing up, slowly directing you back to the nest. “Now,” he said as he once more offered up the soft feathers, “where do you want these?”

The notion would have been sweet if you weren’t going to strangle him with his own vines.

The urge to strangle him rose higher later that night.

After dinner you had grabbed some of the jerky and fruits ranging from bloodberries — aptly named strawberry looking fruit that were as red as fresh blood — to a bowl of what looked like a deep truly purple version of grapes. Grabbing a bag of what looked like skittles but tasted more like chocolate truffles on your way back out, arranging them nicely along the edges of the frame of the nest.

When Shichirou joined you after a few moments, you proudly displayed your finished nest before him, even managing to lure him in for a snuggle that slowly developed into kisses and light touches before he drew away as your hand brushed along his hardening crotch, citing that he didn’t want to go further tonight. You pouted but eased up, if he wasn’t ready to start his rut then he wasn’t ready, and you could respect that.

Your irritation and turmoil however had soon reached its peak. Every attempt at discussing Shichirou's behaviour or attempting to lure him into bed to relieve him sexually seemed to end in frustration and more confusion on your end. The nights he consistently rejected your advances, he still held you close, his breath hot against your neck, you felt his tension in every muscle he had. His body, once a source of warmth and comfort with his arms and wings wrapped securely around you, was now constricting and suffocating.

You had never felt the urge to cry so much in his presence before.

One evening, after another round of Shichirou’s insistence that he couldn’t dare lay with you in such a way now due to his fear of hurting you, you finally decided you had enough. You moved from your nest and planted yourself firmly in front of him, hands on your hips, refusing to budge until you had answers. "Shichirou," you began, voice steady despite the chaos of emotions and thoughts whirling inside you, "we really need to talk."

His eyes, a mesmerizing mix of greys and whites that surrounded a pitch-black pupil, that once had enchanted you, met yours with a look of apprehension, body curling in on itself as if to make him smaller. Lately those words were often followed by a fight, something you both tried to avoid by nature and yet seemed unable to in these past weeks. "What is it?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, anxiety making itself known, mentally preparing himself for another verbal sparring match.

"What's going on with you? You've been acting so strange, and it's driving me crazy," you said, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought that you were entering another rut, but this is the fifth time you rejected me when usually you can’t wait to get your hands on me since the first one. I can't keep living like this! I feel like I’m walking on eggshells, not knowing what's happening." You took a shuttering breath, tears gathering in your eyes that you violently wiped away, Shichirou’s chirps of alarm as your displeasure made itself known in the form of angry crying. “Am I not good enough for you now? Do you know how terrible it makes me feel every time you deny the touch of my body where before you couldn’t seem to get enough? Do...do you not want me anymore?”

Speaking those words seemed to break the dam as you fell to your knees and broke into guttural sobs of at the thought, that despite his seemingly over-territorial actions he had made every day, there was every possibility that he was starting to no longer have a romantic interest in you. Where there once was a loving relationship may have turned into him simply protecting one of the few humans in the Netherworld, a source of one of his obsessions that he couldn’t give up even if he was no longer truly interested in you personally.

A startled squawk left him, and you felt him kneel before you, thighs hitting the ground with a heavy thunk. Could feel the air move as his hands reached around you, wrapping around your back and pulling you into his lap. One hand gently wrapped itself in your hair, sharp claws being careful not to cut any strands as they forced your head onto his chest, the other one rubbed and down your back.  

With your ear resting perfectly above his heart, a vibration started rumbling out of his chest that you could barely hear over your crying but could feel, as your whole body started to move in tune with it. His arms lifted you slightly as he readjusted himself so that he was sitting with criss-crossed legs before letting you down into his lap. A sudden whoosh sound was accompanied by a lack of light vaguely entered your senses, his wings had come out and encircled the both of you, hiding the view of your shuttering body from the rest of the world.

A clanking of metal hitting the ground was heard before his head lowered to bury his face in the hair on top of your head, a purring sound now accompanying the vibrations that came from his chest over the sounds of your sobbing.

Slowly, your crying stifled to sniffles and your breathing started to come under control to match his more relaxed one. As his nose continued nuzzling into your hair and large clawed hands went on with the calming ministrations, your hands came up to wipe the last of your tears away as your harsh breathing finally evened out again. 

You felt exhausted with a headache forming and small shivers wracking your body on occasion as a result on your sob fest. It embarrassed you had lost your cool like that, but you were just so tired while at the same time being consumed by so many emotions that it only exhausted you further. It had only been a matter of time before you broke.

With a soft sigh you asked the last dreaded question you had, “At this point it feels like you don’t even want me, don’t love me, anymore. Like you just see me as some human to protect from the Netherworld rather than your lover. Did I do something wrong?”

His eyes widened, jaw slacking at your words before quickly scrambling to reassure you. "No, it's not that, it won’t ever be that. I could never not want you," he admitted, his voice insistent yet softer now, “You’re my mate. My heart and soul, the better half as you humans say. I love you with every fibre of my being and would gladly die before ever having to live in a world without you in it.” His head shook, silver hair flashing about with the movement, his body shivering at the very thought of it. "No, it wasn’t because of anything even close you doing something wrong. If anything, it's because I love you so much with the gifts you have given me. Most recently especially, as you're carrying my youngling."

Your eyebrows narrowed in confusion, as your brain tried to process the information he was passing on. You knew that younglings were, as implied, young demons, the oldest of which were in what was the Netherworld’s version of their first couple years of elementary school. The youngest of that group were infants and…embryos.  The world seemed to tilt on its axis as his words sunk in. Pregnant? You?

The pieces of the puzzle fell into place—his protective behaviour, his constant need to touch you, his refusal to let you out of his sight. It all made sense now. "How... how do you know?" you asked, your hand unconsciously moving to your stomach, finally noticing the small bump protruding from it.

You hadn’t even truly noticed the swelling of your stomach, chalking up your pants slowly not fitting due to the almost sedentary lifestyle Shichirou had forced you into over the course of the past few months. You had never even noticed the swelling of your breasts accompanying it, or how you hadn’t experienced your monthly.  Far too focused on Shichirou’s newly found actions.

"Your pheromones," he replied with a small chuckle, pulling you even closer to him. "I can smell the change in your scent. What is normally a woodsy musk became sweetened like milk and pastries a couple of weeks after the rut. I didn’t realize what it meant until I met with a student’s mother who was carrying their own youngling, though much further along, that had the same cloying scent stuck to them. I didn’t tell you because I assumed you knew. Demonesses and their partners can often tell a few weeks in – by the end of the first month at the latest. I’ve known for a while now and it never occurred to me that humans might not have the same skill."

Tears welled up in your eyes again as you processed the revelation. Shichirou pulled you further into his arms, holding you tightly. "I'm sorry for making you worry," he murmured against your hair. "I just wanted to protect you and our youngling."

You hugged him back, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over you, a disbelieving laugh that bordered hysterical left you. "I wish you had told me sooner," you said, your voice muffled against his chest. "But I understand your actions now, and I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding earlier."

He shook his again, musing up your hair in the process, “No, I should have thought of the fact that humans faced gestation periods differently than demon-kind and approached you about it. You act so much like a demon sometimes that it’s easy to forget you weren’t born one of us.”

“Let’s just agree we were both wrong and move on,” you mumbled.

You settled back in against his chest, snuggling against the warm flesh under his shirt and enjoying the feeling of his arms circled around you before a sudden thought crossed your brain.

“Oh, by the way,” you called to him as you booped the tip of his nose for attention. A light hum and wrinkling of the appendage was your answer. “While I understand your fears, you’re going to have to get over it. Preferably soon.”

He blinked, eyebrows narrowing in confusion at your words before widening again, “I understand. I was a little zealous in protecting you and I’ll try to do better in letting you do your own thing. Though I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to ignore all of my instincts especially with how dangerous—”

“While I appreciate that,” you interrupted him, already knowing he was going to go on a long spiel about the dangers of the Netherworld again, which at this point you could mouth along to word for word. “I actually wasn’t referring to it.” His head tilted like a bird, eyebrows stitching together once more as he tried to think of what you had actually meant.

“Sex, darling.” You declared casually as could be while he visibly startled at your words, a fierce flush spreading across his cheeks to the tip of his ears. “It is a well-known fact among my kind that human females often get extremely horny throughout and especially towards the beginning of their pregnancy.” You shifted in his lap so that you were kneeling in-between his legs, arms looping around his neck to bring his blushing face closer to your own.

“And I propose that we start right now. After all you have a lot of making up to do on that front.” With the plush of his lips pressing against your own, you couldn’t help but sigh up into his mouth at the familiar feeling of his hands lightly gripping your hips, before digging in slightly as you nipped what remained of his bottom lip.

Yes, there was a lot of making up to do indeed. And you were going to enjoy every minute of it.

[rapeculturerealities]

New law protecting pregnant workers set to take effect — and it's a big deal

A new federal law protecting the rights of pregnant workers is poised to take effect on June 27.

Why it matters: The Pregnant Workers Fairness Act is a major advancement for the rights of pregnant workers — the first such breakthrough in more than four decades — and has the potential to increase women's labor force participation over the long term.

Context: It's taking effect almost exactly a year after the Supreme Court curtailed the rights of pregnant people with its Dobbs decision.

Details: The law, signed by President Biden at the end of 2022, requires employers with more than 15 employees to provide reasonable accommodations to pregnant workers, as well as those recovering from childbirth and those who need to pump breast milk at work.

For example, a pregnant warehouse worker might need light duty if a doctor has restricted the amount of weight the employee can lift. A retail worker may need extra bathroom breaks or to carry a bottle of water on the store floor; a cashier might ask to sit on a stool while working.

Pregnant workers typically need time off to go to the doctor — or, if they wear uniforms at work, they'll need new clothes.

Employers can claim a "hardship" exemption if they truly can't make anything work.

[drkmgs]

Back up plan

Warning: Angst, mention of pregnancy, swearing

pairing: Jenna Ortega x GN! Reader

story type: one shot

A/N: It's a short and painful one. Part 2? or let's settle with this ending. Also, it's not proofread...

You got your first job as a barista and met Jenna, who was already working there for 2 years now. At first, you weren't sure if she liked you or not, so you only talked to her if it was necessary, but one day, she approached you and exchanged numbers.

Both of you got to talking, and soon enough, you found yourself falling for this girl. You have had your fair share of heartbreak and that not just in romantic relationships. You confessed having a crush on her. She rejected you but wasn't pushing you away. She wanted you to stay. She wants you to stay. So, you stayed.

Soon, she became busy with her acting activities, which you respected and continued to maintain the communication, but one day, she may have had a bad day and took your joke personally. You who has their hearts on their sleeves took that as a sign. You have been too clingy.

You didn't want to be that person in her life. So, you stopped texting her, and at work, you only talked to her if it was necessary. The teasing and the joking around vanished.

It has been weeks since you two had a conversation. "Hey- uhm- can we talk?" She nervously said. "Sure, right now?" You are getting ready to go home because your shift ended. "I- I don't know if it can wait." Jenna continues. "Okay. Then shoot." You nod towards her while you're fixing your jacket.

"Can we talk outside not in here." She drags you out through the back door where the trash are. You silently waited for her to talk. "Remember the manager of my agency?" With that start, your entire mood shifted. You knew who she was talking about. You knew this guy. This guy who is married but still look at his talents like they are not at the same age as his kids. This guy is the definition of disgusting.

"We kinda started talking-" You stopped her mid-sentence. "Talking? I- Jenna, this guy is married and has fucking kids the same age we are. He introduced me to his wife the other day while preparing his coffee." You couldn't contain the anger that is rising up.

"I- I'm pregnant."

That's when your whole world went into spiral. There was ringing in your ears. "Jenna, I love you, but this was a dumb thing to do. I know you are intelligent, but believing in his lies. Does he know?" You honestly let out. "Not yet. But I know the feeling is mutual." She desperately wants to convince you or herself. "Mutual? Do you think he'll leave his wife and kids for you? That's only 5% out of 80% because the rest are scattered between your other co-workers at the agency." You start to phase back and forth.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to keep the baby, and how about your dreams of being an actor?" You stopped phasing and looked into her eyes. It was watery and bloodshot. You couldn't hold on anymore. You stepped in front of her and embraced her. That's when her tears fell.

"I want to keep the baby, but I also want to keep auditioning, and I also want him to be involved. This is his responsibility, after all." You heard her say despite being muffled in your embrace.

You sighed. You let go of her and took a step back. "Jenna, why are you telling me this? If you already know what to do?" You coldly said. There's just one sentence repeating in your head, and you definitely don't want her to say it out loud.

"I- I saw how good you are with kids, and I was hoping that you would help me if he doesn't." The hesitant in her last words came to you like a truck in high speed.

"You want me as your backup plan."

This time, you are the one who has watery eyes. You just couldn't believe it. After years of long-distance relationships, you finally found someone who you connect with in person but fucks with you, like this. You let your tears fall.

"I'm sorry. I love you, but this. It's too much. I'm sorry."

and with that, you left her there standing. You went back inside the shop, took your belongings, and went home.

[trickricksblog08]

BREAKING: A federal judge in Texas has ruled that the $1.7 TRILLION spending bill the house passed in 2022 was unconstitutional because Democrats passed the bill without establishing a quorum "In sum, the Court concludes that this case is justiciable and that the House of Representatives’ passage of the Consolidated Appropriations Act of 2023 violated the Quorum Clause." "The Court orders that the Attorney General, the United States Department of Justice, the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, Charlotte A. Burrows, Jocelyn Samuels, Keith E. Sonderling, Andrea R. Lucas, Christopher W. Lage, their divisions, bureaus, agents, officers, commissioners, employees, and anyone acting in concert or participation with them, including their successors in office, are permanently enjoined from enforcing the Pregnant Workers Fairness Act"



5:26 PM · Feb 27, 2024

[anonymouschishiyaimaginesandmore]

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya

Minors, do not read! Contains mentions of smutty behavior!

MASTERLIST (up-to-date)

This is Part 1 !!HERE!! is Part 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters or original stories, only the plot of this fanfic. Alice in Borderland/Imawa no Kuni no Alice characters and original storyline belong to Haro Aso, who made the Manga the Series is based on.

Trigger Warning: Explicit Smut, Complicated Consensual/Not-Consensual Behavior Summery: Chishiya x Female Reader

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya who isn’t interested in your mother, sexually, per se. However, she is part of the hospital board he works in and for him, a Med Student, tho the best of his class, even the whole University, it comes in handy to keep someone like her close to him in case he needs her position for his advance. You are an appendage. A bratty 19-year-old parasite that regularly gets in his way.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya doesn’t like you. You run your mouth about him. Constantly. Bad talking him to your Milf of a Mom and side eyeing him whenever he is around. It’s not like he isn’t used to this. His co-workers and colleges all do it behind his back and he catches them mid-sentence most of the time, embarrassing them to the bones. But you. No, you had the guts to do it in his face, feigning big balls with your teenage attitude.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya knows it’s all barking but no biting. You are nothing but a hurt little kid. He has met people like you. All boring. Human beings that are unable to handle their parents’ divorce with dignity. Your parents didn’t fight for you when the time to split things evenly, came. No one did, thought you do seem to love your mother a lot.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya sees you fighting for her attention whenever he is around and since your father practically left you the day the divorce got finalized, the only fatherly thing he still does is paying his fair share of child support, his cougar girlfriend was all you had left. And you are more than ready to fight nail and tooth to keep her, much to your mother’s annoyance.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya was once told by her, that both your parents had wished for a boy when they received you and the fact, your mom didn’t get pregnant another time with an actual boy, was the reason for the divorce.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya believes you know that. None of your parents are the sensitive kind of person, so the chance of them spilling the fact that you are nothing then a burden to them, was so high. It’s practically written in stone. This circumstance could have turned you into someone like him. Someone who doesn’t care about his parents at all. It would have been easier for you if you did.

But fate wasn’t on your side and instead you had to fight with MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya every time he came over for the tiniest bit of attention. He could only imagine how you acted when he wasn’t around. After all, with him, your mother had at least a reason to act like a loving parent. Flaunting around how much she does for you. What a saint, considering how challenging it is to raise a child, especially you, for some reason. What a laugh.

No, you are pretty ordinary, MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya can tell. He is barely older than you, 24 in fact and due to his good observation skill, can say that you are acting accordingly to your age. You just view him as an intruder in what little you still had left, no matter how much he ignores your attempts to throw him off. And there were plenty. Many in fact. You are not the type to give up easily after all.

Your mom, on the other hand, is exactly this type of person. That’s probably why, aside from you, the relationship was so easy for him. The fact that MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya doesn’t have a type when it comes to woman contributes a lot. He prefers them alive, but that was it. Whatever in real life or on a stream on his computer screen, doesn’t matter. They all excite him the same. Barely.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya had to listen to your mother tho, how good looking she is for her age. Asking him again and again, often in front of her friends or strangers, how old he thinks she is.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya knows how old your mom is. It shows. Obviously. But he doesn’t tell her that. Instead, he plays into her hands, complimenting her and playing dump to her question, guessing numbers way below what her wrinkles indicate, while she parades around, showing off her lifted boobs and silicon ass implants. More plastic than flash. A barbie in fact.

You, on the other hand get belittled as less blessed with her kind of features. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya had to listen more than once, how your mother puts down your appearance in front of you. Deeming you not even half as good looking as her, when in fact it couldn’t be more untrue. However. You don’t seem to care about it.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya isn’t blind tho. If life was a fairytale and your mom a stepparent, you could easily come off as snow white. There may have been days, when people could have called your mothers looks attractive, but those days were now long gone and so far away, he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, whenever she compared herself to a literal young woman, blossoming with youth, while she was standing with one foot in her grave.

Maybe that’s why your mother disliked you after everything, MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya thought. Competing with a youngster who held all the attracting characteristics man found beautiful, even charming. After all you aren’t dumb, he must give you that. Making her own daughter her rival was a stupid move tho. There was no chance your mom could seriously win, when it came to looks, character and manners.

If MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya wouldn’t be dating your mom, he probably would have approached you already, considering keeping you for occasional steamy nights with bodily activities. Sex. But he was and you are annoying because of that. Trying fruitless attempts to scare him away.

Good luck with that. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya is a man with patience. A lot. In fact, he almost does nothing else then appease strangers every day at his job. So having you around is still bothersome, but he can handle you just fine.

Recently tho, you have picked up a new habit of going on MotherBoyfriend!Chishiyas nerves. One you haven’t tried so far and by doing it amuse him most of the time, about how desperate you really are. Your attire has changed to more revealing clothes, obviously after his attention, while looking over at his old girlfriend, hoping she catches him starring. She never does.

It wasn’t like she was all in love with him. Wearing pink glasses and being too lovely dovely to see the truth. No, your mother was too occupied with other things to care. Mostly her small ring of openly gossiping woman or another charity event or gala she wants to attend. Another thing MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya was thankful for, is her low sexdrive. It’s practically non-existent.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya serves the purpose of the young boyfriend. There to be shown off to friends and family, bragging between sentences of just how beautiful she is, because she got herself some young meat.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya doesn’t care about it. He views his relationship with his girlfriend as a transactional one. He gives her the attention of strangers, while it was her task to propose him for operations that benefit his career. That was all. The fact he slept with her from time to time was an addition he saw as a necessity, he would gladly renounce, if possible.

After all, MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya could still have secret one-night stands with strangers and the paid attention of camgirls if he truly desired to blow off some steam or just have a good time.

Thought it wasn’t needed lately. Your more than bold attempts to draw MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya eyes towards yourself and even shock him with how openly slutty you dress, boosts his nightly fantasies so much, he needs nothing more to pleasure himself with some good old hand-to-dick combo.

Just like some weeks ago. Short shorts that just covered your butt cheeks, lead MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya eyes towards them. Made chocolate brown orbs linger on the way they slightly jiggled with every step you took. Then your simple loose white tank top, that doesn’t show much cleavage on the front, but therefore more of the sides, revealing every breast’s round shape and almost flashing him completely. The fact that you decided no bra was needed for the day, was telling. In fact, the obvious imprint of your nipples was screaming towards him. No wonder you got send home from campus for distracting other students. Tho this was nothing more than another cry for attention towards your parents. Too bad, it completely went unnoticed. At least by them.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya did notice and he reveled in it. He saw how annoyed it made you to see that all your acting was for nothing, but as stated before, you aren’t the type to give up that easily so day after day went by, with you wearing more and more revealing clothes, until the hooker at the building across from the brothel was wearing more then you.

Did you stop? No. Instead you decided to step up the game and not only dress like a whore but also act like one. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya couldn’t count the times anymore you let something slide on the floor, only to pick it up by bending over with your rear facing him, taking your oh so sweet time. Extra points if you did it just a mater away from him, trying to snatch whatever it was you let slip under the table, or the couch or whatever place he was close to right now, always making sure your mother was either with the two of you or close enough.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya isn’t dumb. He is a genius. The smartest among many so he knows how to maneuver around your actions when his girlfriend IS looking in his direction. Turning subtly away from you and your invitations, ignoring them, no matter how hard you try.

Then there are the times where MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya can see that your mother is fully devoted to the Smartphone she is having. Those are the times he allows himself to openly stare at your actions. Watching with lingering eyes interested at what you came up with this time. He even goes as far as to let you witness it. His starring. Smirking when your eyes meet, letting you know he is fully aware of your actions and that they don’t faze him the way you wish. Sometimes he even goes as far as to cock his head, so he can catch a glimpse of some precious hidden skin you haven’t shown him yet, raising his glass towards you with some lemonade and thanking you quiet for the show you put on, just for him. Cheers!

Today, you have chosen to go even further. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya sits on your couch. Indeed, it’s yours. The whole house is yours. Your father has written it over in your name when he parted from your mother. A silent and last try of being a decent father. The TV is running while your mother undresses in her room. The two of them recently came back from some event you don’t even try to fake interest for, but you believe it must have been something casual, because MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya was dressed rather unfit for a formal one.

You walk into the living room, wearing yet another mini skirt. Hips swinging from left to right at every step, while approaching the slightly older man that MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya is. No use. He doesn’t even look up. You then start talking, greeting him with a sultry low voice meant to arouse, asking how the evening went and if he had fun. The good kind.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya answers you with a simple and uninterested “Hm” again not even glancing at your closer coming form. His eyes seemed to be glued on the screen. No way that shit was more interesting than a young girl in the prime of her life, throwing herself at him. After making a few more tries to engage him in a conversation, you basically puff off steam, frustrated that MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya doesn’t even give you a second’s attention. You think of asking vulgar question to throw him off, finally snapping his attention away, but then a better idea comes to your mind. Besides, the way MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya has acted before, it probably wouldn’t have worked anyway. At least it hasn’t until now.

So, you swing your hips again, tapping on bare feet, until you reach the small space between MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya and the coffee table directly in front of the television and sit down on the fur carpet. Leaning forward you make sure to raise your butt high enough to definitely catch his eyes, before placing both elbows on the modern glass table, arching your back and asking with a sweet innocent voice “What are you watching?”

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya didn’t miss your action. He heard you entering the room he occupied, before you stepped in his periphery, begging for his attention. When did it happen, that rather looking for your mothers’ eyes, you are now pleading for his? Was it because, unlike her, he did grand you with them, looking you up and down from time to time, knowing that you registered it. He does it intentionally.

Or is it because after trying so long to make your mom see how MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya treats you, purposely laying a hand softly on your arm when leaning over to grab something, you forgot what your actual goal was. Did he make you forget it with his involuntary acts?

The way his breath brushes your nape, when he approaches you from behind and you had your hair done up in a messy bun in the morning. How MotherBoyfriend!Chishiyas fingers brush your thigh as he walks by, sometimes even when you sit, deliberately going higher and higher and even slipping past fabric sometimes. How your whole body twitches, as he purposely lays a hand softly on your arm, when leaning over to grab something. The look he gives you when checking you out, his eyes roaming slowly your body, undressing further what little you still wear. Subtle glances as you walk by. Low sultry words whispered towards you, apologizing as he squeezes past you. All those little things, adding up to eachother, brought you here, sitting on your knees, with your ass up high. Where did you leave your dignity again?

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiyas could tell you the exact time you lost it and pull you back into reality, but fact is. He doesn’t want to. That boring relationship he has with the woman that gave birth to you, didn’t excite him. Until now. And the reason was you.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiyas would like to know how far he could get you before you realize what your actions turned you into. A puppet for him to play with. Tho he has to stay careful. Whatever he plans to do with you in the future, especially right now, could get him into problems if the wrong people find out. Not legal ones, no. The only damage could take his good reputation, if your mother blurts out his inappropriate behavior.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiyas eyes lower on your bend over form, traveling from your turned away face to your spine, down to those inviting cheeks, right above that empty space he could fill up in one go.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya is aware you are no virgin anymore. You never verbally confirmed or denied it, however your mother told him, at the beginning of them dating, how you had a boyfriend and she seduced him, pretty much bragging at this point, asking that now ex of yours, how her daughter, you, are in bed and if he doesn’t want to try out a real woman who knows how to pleasure a man.

Real woman. Ha! MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya could laugh at this point. A real woman with the slightest bit of dignity, wouldn’t see it fit to sleep with her own child’s significant other, let alone flaunt it around, like it was some kind of achievement. Of course, that woman could have almost every man if she runs around offering herself like some candy. Most man are users, and your mother makes a good mattress for one night, but MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya knows that this woman is not the kind for serious relationships. She is an unpaid whore. A slut with no disguise. No shame at all. Someone to pass around but not to keep. Always looking for distractions in form of a good time. Someone like him. Tho even MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya has at least some morals. Your mother doesn’t.

Those morals of him don’t apply to this situation tho, where you approximately offer yourself for him to enjoy. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya slides deeper into the cushions that pad up his back. His leg does, shifting forward, briefly caressing the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, before he stops, knee leaning against it, softly parting both legs.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya can’t see what your skirt is hiding so perfectly, but to know that you are fully aware of how close he is to your sex, elicits a carnal desire in him that he rarely felt to this day. A simple yet critical game, that could throw both of you out of the kind of social circle you interact with, but the risk makes it oh so worth it, pumping adrenalin thru his veins and warning him, that the path he is about to walk, could very much lead to serious problems, even fetal one.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya doesn’t care. He now wants this even more, seeing the goosebumps forming all over your skin. Scandalous. That’s what people would call his actions. A forbidden fruit leaning back on his leg, until her covered sex reaches the fabric of his cotton pants, putting parts of her body’s weight on him. So obvious. So forbidden. So alluring.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment, though he heard the alarm bells going off in his head. This was new, even for you. Never have you ever gone this far.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya is sure, your nerves ends must be on fire, and he is right. Tho showing him what you got was your intention, teasing him with every bit of your sexuality, this wasn’t part of it.

As MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya begun to move his leg back and forth, pleasantly slow, creating friction directly against your folds. It turned you on, knowing you had him, but also that he had you. Every bit of your skin was on fire, yelling at you to get up and leave, but you wanted to stay and see how far he was willing to go. If you let him.

And so, it shouldn’t surprise you much, tho it did anyway, when you felt a careful touch on your covered butt cheek, gently stroking in circular motions. Your piece of clothing creating a welcomed friction in unity with MotherBoyfriend!Chishiyas palm. The touch made you almost jump, but you were able to suppress and instead felt yourself melting under his hand, leaning into it, perhaps even enjoying it?

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya used his knee to further part your thighs, then rising it high enough for you to understand the silent message, to slide further onto him and with the guidance of his hand on your opposite hip, you did, until MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya pressed his groin against your behind, giving you a growing hint of what he lets your mother enjoy from time to time, yet you, who is way closer to his age, have never gotten a glance of.

You suppress a moan, head lowering down to lie on your hands dorsal side, sighing somehow relieved when MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya leg picks up his agitation. Your mothers high pitched voice could be heard, but it felt so far away, so unimportant, your mind drowned it out. It’s a party pooper, the waves eliciting from your body’s middle let you know, she is there to steal the good feeling MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya was creating together with you.

Listening to this woman would only take it away and as annoying your mother is and as good MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya made you feel, why the hell should you choose her?

No word was said. None were needed. They would only destroy the fantasy in your head, forcing you, painfully, to come back into reality and that was the last thing you wanted right now. Forgotten was your intention to go on MotherBoyfriend!Chishiyas nerves. To irritate him, maybe even anger him. Whatever. Something that made him at least show you some emotions. You learned to deal with anger being directed at you.

Harsh words bouncing off on the shield you oh so neatly carved to protect yourself. But indifference? The sheer apathy MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya has disregarded your feelings towards him, wanting him out of the house and out of your family’s life, was atrocious. It was something that hurt you deeper than your parents ever could. The fact, someone physically close to you, could renounce your existence so barbaric.

You couldn’t deal with that. Maybe that’s what drew you towards that blond bastard after all. The want to proof him wrong. To demand his attention and his acknowledgement of your humanity. Whatever it was, the things MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya lets you feel, made graciously up for the pothole in your ego.

Your mother voice became louder, came closer. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya noticed to, but unlike you he didn’t ignore it, what was the reason you moaned revolting, when his touch left you abruptly. His knee pushing you forward and with that off of him, taking the pleasurable feeling with it and leaving you behind wanting and yearning for him, even audible. Thankfully you were able to shut yourself with a hand to your mouth, right when the least woman you wanted to see right now stepped into the room, walking by the couch and blabbering, ignoring the other two people in her presence.

Her fast feet led her into the open kitchen, placing a leg not very graciously nor hygienic on the counter and beginning to paint her nails, while still going on about some awful lady having the audacity to tell her off after she tried to cut in a line of a fast-food restaurant. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya glances at her, ensuring the female hasn’t made out any of his behavior towards her family.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya lets your mother sink into her conversation, knowing damn well, if it goes on for long enough and intense enough, she is able to drown out everything surrounding her, even the world and with that also MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya and his low intentions aimed at you.

Some moments passed, all while MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya observant gaze, switches from his girlfriend to your apparently heating form, sitting on your legs, rubbing your nape, while hopelessly trying to collect yourself back into a functioning rational thinking human being.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya doesn’t want this to happen, so, after being sure his significant others attention has left this dimension and shifted into another, both of his hands move towards you anew, pulling you back into the position he had you before, with a hushed whispered “Come here, princess.”

This petname. You don’t like it. It isn’t meant to sound sweet, not even nice. Its degrading. When MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya and your mother started dating and you showed the first signs of jealousy, once told you, after you called him a creep for referring towards you as a princess, that he calls everyone a princess that he likes to play with, so there was no harm right? Tho what MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya didn’t mention was that that the play in question was sex. He calls his sexpartners, once he casually hooks up with from time to time, princess. It was easier than to remember all their names.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya was so used to using it. It came over his lips so casually. You complied anyway. The need for his touch was by far bigger than your dislike with this humiliating nickname. This time however, you didn’t let him do all the work. His sudden stop has left you aching and clenching around nothing and the demand for friction was higher than before, so when he started to rub his knee against your clothed pussy, staining his pants with your juices, you moved too, trusting back against him, your head immediately falling on the tables glass, sighing deliciously with a softspoken “Mhmm”

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya smirked amused. His left hand departed from your waist, since guidance wasn’t needed anymore and turned the TV’s volume higher to surpass possible escaping sounds that could rat you both out.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya did however had to come to the realization that the small bliss he got from your cheek nudging against his growing erection wasn’t enough after some time of back and forth. He also wanted more. He lusts after more. More indulgent. Something to ease that want in his lower abdomen that flexed specifically tight when another sultry tone passed your lips for freedom.

MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya felt gluttoned. Ready to eat you up, even with your stupid self-indulged mother close. After more excruciating minutes without some extra friction, enough was enough. He couldn’t take it anymore. MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya pushed you of his leg for a second time, this time harsher, rushed. You yelp, falling forward but stopping yourself with gripping hands from hitting the tables glass just in time. You wanted to bark at this idiot. To curse at him angrily, for almost making you kiss the harsh firmness of a furniture, but MotherBoyfriend!Chishiya gave you no time to be mad at him. His body inched closer to the sofas edge he was sitting on, until his body was on the brink of touching yours. Both palms wrapped around your waist, guiding you to him, while one rushed to your ass, raising your skirt high enough to reveal that clothed cunt of yours.

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