#hopefully the next neighbor will be more considerate

[isfjmel-phleg]

One of my neighbors is moving out, and I found out about it this morning when I tried to open my door and nearly ran into a man outside it who was walking from the truck and trailer that are currently parked in my driveway. No one told me about this. No one asked me for the use of my driveway. Since I don't have a car to park in my carport, which connects to the porch space that my neighbor's front door and mine open onto (we live in a weird L-shaped triplex--her in the upper part of the L, me in the corner), apparently my carport and driveway are free real estate?

Lucky for her I wasn't expecting any visitors today. I know my driveway is a convenient place for the moving-out, and if she had asked me or let me know in some way, I would have said it was okay! But I wasn't asked. And...I don't know, I think that's kind of rude? and presumptuous?

[camouflagedlove]

Eddie living in the apartment above Steve and he's So Loud. He stomps around in the dead of night. He gets home late. He plays metal music at almost full volume. The only time he's quiet is when he's not there.

Steve meets Robin, who lives in the apartment next to him, and they bond complaining about their mystery neighbor who has no consideration for others.

One day after the two are good friends and have drank a bit too much they decide to go upstairs and show the mystery neighbor a piece of their minds. They get up there, knock all confidently and Eddie opens his door jeans swung low on his hips, tank top on, sweaty from rocking out to his music and Steve just freezes. Robin goes to tell him off and Steve is no help whatsoever.

"What can I do for you?" Eddie asked a bit snarky.

"You can keep it down for once!" Robin said drunkenly. She turned to Steve looking for support but all she saw was his dumbstruck face. "No, no, what is this?"

"You got something to say big boy? Do I need to keep it down for you and your girlfriend here?"

Steve stutters and Robin chimes in, "Not his girlfriend; his neighbor and best friend!"

"Right, she's just my friend-my best friend, I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."

Eddie chuckles, "Alright, did you come to tell me that?"

Steve seems to sober at that, remembering what they came here for. "No, we came to tell you to keep it down."

"Yeah!" Robin said.

"Oh, well for someone as handsome and apparently single as you, sure I'll try and keep it down."

"Thank you!" Robin says, exasperated. She looks over to Steve who has a different face on now, less dumbstruck more lovestruck.

"I think I'm gonna go back downstairs now...leave you two to...talk. Or hopefully nothing too loud."

After that Steve and Eddie both get noise complaints.

[ryanmarshallryan]

Yes Man

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Allen, who was a very picky eater. Once, while his family was hosting a barbeque for their neighbors, Allen turned his nose up at a casserole a local witch had provided for the potluck. The witch decided to give him an enchantment, which forced him to say "yes" whenever offered food of any kind. She warned that the spell could only be broken once he truly appreciated the food given by others.

As Allen grew to adulthood he tried dish after dish, often against his own desires, but nonetheless has a palette of varied experience. Remarkably, he didn’t show too many signs of one who always seems to be eating, as his metabolism was swifter than most.

But all that changed. Reaching his 30th birthday, Allen’s metabolism had slowed considerably since his youth, to the point that he had doubled his weight in only a few years. He had not kept up with acquiring new clothing, and the sight of his fat gut protruding out of shirts too tight to fit became the norm.

It was this view that attracted a feeder named Castien to make Allen’s acquaintance. Castien stumbled upon a bar that Allen frequented. Castien noticed Allen said “yes” whenever the barman asked him if he wanted any more food. He watched as Allen ate plate after plate, trying each of the day’s specials in turn. Allen’s stomach pushed up against the bar, and he showed noticeable discomfort being so full. The barman suggested he might need to be cut off for the night.

“But, come back again soon!” the barman shouted after Allen.

“Yes,” Allen said with a sigh, waddling towards the door.

“My best customer, that one is. Never seen anyone down so much food in one sitting before,” the barman said, noticing Castien watching Allen go.

Castien got down from the bar and cautiously approached the burgeoning man, who politely nodded to him.

“Hey, would you ever want to get food sometime?” Castien said hopefully.

Allen looked mildly surprised at the forward encounter, but shrugged and said “Yes!”

Over the next few months, they met up occasionally, Castien offering more food, and Allen downing it all. Castien noticed that sometimes Allen would look like he didn’t really want to eat more even though he said he did. Castien assumed that perhaps he was just being polite, but wanted to make sure the next meal was something Allen loved.

“I don’t want you to just eat for the sake of it, food should be enjoyed! What’s your absolute favorite?” Castien prompted.

Allen thought for a moment and decided to respond in veiled sarcasm, “Casserole.”

So Castien made one homemade. Well, three casseroles to be exact, as he didn’t expect Allen to stop after one serving. And he was right, as the evening progressed Allen ate not one serving, but an entire dish of one… then another… then most of the other (besides that which Castien had enjoyed himself).

Castien laid his head upon Allen's gargantuan belly as they digested their meal. He contemplatively listened to gurgles and pops of air traveling through Allen's guts.

"How did you get so big?" Castien asked, turning and caressing his hand over the mountain of flesh, watching its rise and fall with breath, slightly quivering under his ticklish palm.

"When people ask if you want to keep eating, just say 'yes' and the rest is history." Allen stated. Allen relaxed into his seat, and watched Castien, who was hypnotically watching Allen’s gut digest. Allen told Castien how he used to be much skinnier, "Back when in my early 20s I barely pushed 140... but now I'm going on 390 lbs and it doesn't seem to be slowing."

"I'm barely 120 lbs, so that means your belly alone probably weighs even more than my whole body!" Castien mentioned.

"Oh, for sure," Allen replied.

Castien continued his musing on Allen's appetite and belly, "I wonder if I would actually fit in there"

"What do ya mean?

"Oh nothing, just thinking - your gut is literally larger than all of me - so I wonder what it would be like to be curled up inside it," Castien put his ear back onto Allen’s belly and listened to the excited gurgles within.

"Oh, you'd be nestled in snuggly for sure, but even then you'd probably have room to stretch."

"You think so?"

Allen looked into Castien’s eyes to try to hint at the magic of it all, “I could literally eat anything, if someone asked me to.”

"Hmm… So if you could, would you eat me?"

Allen thought for a moment. He had never considered whether this would be an option, only joked at the prospect, but he knew the words that were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them, "Yes."

Castien looked up at Allen's eyes and smiled, "Well maybe we'll have to change up the menu one of these days..."

"A menu like that might be a pretty big commitment, ya know."

"A chef may have commitment to his food, but you don't hear anyone complaining. So it all depends, will you be dining on me tonight?"

Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise. The theoretical meal of eating Castien had suddenly become a reality to be done, and in no less time than over the course of the evening, "Yes!"

"Someone's eager for a taste of something new! I'm impressed. I feel like most people would be too picky of eaters to understand such fine delicatessen" Castien joked, gesturing to his body.

Allen had a funny feeling in his gut. Even though he had just downed enough food for a large family gathering, his gut suddenly felt empty, like it was harboring a big mass of air, waiting to be replaced with a large, very Castien-esque meal. His gut started loudly gurgling, catching the attention once again of Castien, who rubbed his palms across it back and forth. Castien looked quizzically into Allen’s eyes.

Allen knew that his mouth would open and his throat would relax without his meaning to, but this time he didn’t try to stop it from happening. He was curious as to whether this meal could indeed occur.

Castien stood up and considered Allen, peering into his throat, which was now inviting him down inside. Castien leaned forward, looking deeper into the abyssal maw until his head made contact with the back of Allen’s throat. Allen gently closed his lips over Castien’s head and swallowed hard.

Castien shivered for a moment, his body reflexively surprised by the sudden jolt in motion, as his shoulders, arms and torso were sucked down into Allen’s esophagus. Allen leaned back in surprise, looking down at the lower back of Castien, surprised that so much fit so easily into his maw already. He could feel his stomach stretching before him, anticipating the large meal on its way down.

Castien wiggled his body and lifted his legs up into the air, as Allen began to swallow them up. In mere moments, Castien’s toes had zoomed past Allen’s tongue and landed deep into Allen’s gargantuan belly. Allen felt Castien writhe inside him and wondered whether he would regret asking to be eaten.

“Wow! You were right, I can still stretch a little bit, your stomach is like a balloon!” Castien shouted.

Allen appreciated how willingly Castien just offered himself up as food, and was bewildered at his excitement about it.

“So how are you feeling, big guy? Big enough meal for you, or do you wanna eat some more?" Castien jested.

"Nah, I'm fuller than I ever have been, bud," Allen said casually. Then he realized he had said ‘no’ for the first time since the enchantment. The spell had been broken. He finally was fed a meal he couldn't help but fully appreciate the risk it took to create it. "You know what, Castien, I think I will eat a bit more. Just for you."

Allen got up, not without great difficulty, and waddled to the kitchen and started sending snack after snack into his awaiting maw, to the delight of Castien who squirmed around in the gluttonous rain of his favorite belly.

[morning-star-joy]

I'll plant a garden in the yard (Joel x F!Reader)

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, Post!Outbreak Neighbors

Summary: You're Joel's new next-door neighbor when he settles in Jackson, and you're determined to add some positivity to the grumpy old man's life. This time, instead of baked goods, you show up on his doorstep with another housewarming gift. (based off this request)

Tags/Warnings: Mild language, Joel is unintentionally an asshole, Soft!Reader, implied age gap, things get a little bit kinky/horny if you squint but nothing explicit

Wordcount: 1.9k

Part I || Part II || Part III || Masterlist (More Parts Coming Soon)

Joel Miller masterlist

Joel Miller was, for lack of a better term, an asshole.

Look, you didn’t like calling him that. And you would never dare to say it aloud, but when he took the neighborly welcome in the form of freshly baked banana bread you had spent an afternoon making only to shut his door in your face right afterwards—yup, total asshole.

Still, you had squared your shoulders back, not letting the slight affect you as you introduced yourself through the closed door anyway, before spinning on your heel and making the very short journey back to your own house right next-door.

You knew right from that moment that being Joel’s neighbor would be a very interesting, very peculiar, and maybe sometimes very aggravating circumstance.

The man triggered some smidgen of curiosity from you, though, you had to admit. There was something about the severe set of his brow, the deep-set wrinkles on a hardened face, that caught your attention. Not to mention a frown that you hadn’t seen alleviated for a moment just during the short few minutes you had spoken to him.

Joel hadn’t said a word back, instead letting you ramble on and on, until he roughly muttered thanks for the baked sweets, taking the plate from you to hold in large hands before the infamous door shutting incident.

Large hands. Surely, they would completely envelop yours.

And would they be rough? Callused? Clearly he had lived a hard life, and most likely a long life at that. You were friends with Tommy, and knew how much older he was, and if his brother was even older…

Clearing your throat, you shook your head sharply, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead to get rid of the sweat accumulating there. You glanced from the soil covering your fingers to the freshly planted flowers in front of you, grinning to yourself as you leaned back on your heels to get a better view of the big picture, satisfied with how the new addition to your little garden looked.

When you rose to your feet, it was with a small bunch of bright, freshly bloomed flowers in your hand, clutched tightly as you collected your shears and walked to your back porch.

Your backyard’s small garden has been your pride and joy since arriving in Jackson. Upon settling into your home that was much smaller than the one next-door, you had started the slow process of planting whatever seeds you could find or trade for, taking the time to care for the flowers that eventually grew until they flourished over months of hard work.

Now, you were deciding to share a little bit of that hard work to hopefully brighten the day of your gloomy next-door neighbor.

You hadn’t seen Joel much since he moved in. In fact, you weren’t sure if the man hardly ever left his house.

Ellie, on the other hand, you had caught a few times as she made the journey down from their front porch to the main street.

“Oh, hey!” she had called to you the first time you saw her as you sat on your porch one afternoon, returning your friendly wave with one of her own. “You’re the one who made the banana bread!”

“Yes, that was me,” you smiled, amused as to how you had been deemed the baker by the girl before she left, though not without her giving you a thanks that was considerably more genuine than the stoic man who had received the baked goods from you.

You huffed quietly, shaking any hint of bitterness from your mind. No, you didn’t want to think of him, or anybody, in that way. This world was too cruel, and staying alive was too rare and beautiful a thing to taint it by carrying that kind of hatred around in your heart.

So you dropped your shears off on the small table for gardening supplies on your back porch, before sliding open the back door and heading inside. You hurried through your house, letting the front door shut behind you without so much as a glance back before you were walking down your front path and up to Joel’s.

The stems of the flowers were still clutched tightly in your hands, and you distracted yourself by looking down at each one, noting the colors and thinking over each type as you waited for an answer to your knocking.

When there was none, you frowned, leaning forward on your tiptoes to knock again, a bit louder this time, as opposed to your gentle few taps on the wood that you had given the first time.

Shifting on your feet, you glanced down at your sandals, only then noticing how the bottom of the faded, pale blue sundress you wore today had dirt smudged on the hem.

“Oh,” you murmured to yourself, frowning as you reached a hand down to try and brush it off, only for your eyes to widen when you saw your fingers were covered in soil. “Oh, shoot.”

You glanced around before pivoting to look behind you, wondering if you could make a quick getaway back home to clean yourself up, when the door finally swung open.

Spinning back around, you looked up at the surly man holding it open, staring at you with that same crease in his brow as you stood there, holding a small assortment of flowers in very dirty hands, with an equally dirty sundress on his front porch.

“Um—” you coughed, clearing your throat as you straightened with the intensity of that gaze on you.

In the back of your mind, you wondered if Joel intended to look at people that way—like he was not only sizing them up, but sending a message on how quickly he could take you down if needed—before gesturing lamely with the flowers in your hands.

“These are for you,” you said quietly, trying to find your footing, but you were out of your element with a considerably unkempt appearance and that cold, analytical gaze focused on you.

So you looked away, taking a quiet, deep breath to compose yourself, finding it much easier to speak when you weren’t having to make such direct eye contact with Joel. “I thought it could help brighten you up a bit.”

Or, you thought it was easier to talk.

When you realized what you had said, your eyes widened, snapping back to his to see his face was still mostly blank, but his eyebrows slowly unfurled enough so he could arch one as you stammered, “That is, uh—I didn’t mean to say you weren’t bright. I just—your house, I mean. Brighten up your house.”

You winced internally, shifting again on your feet, and Joel’s gaze shifted, quickly scanning down your body before they snapped back up to your face.

Something about that quick once-over made you hold the flowers even tighter, feeling your cheeks heat in what had to have been embarrassment as he must have noticed how dirty you were when you showed up at his house.

“Sorry,” you murmured, holding back the subconscious need to brush out your dress when you remembered how dirty your fingers were. “I just got finished in the garden. Forgot to wash up.”

Joel shrugged then, a small movement of his shoulders, before you heard him speak for the second time since you had met him, “A little dirt never hurt nobody.”

Your cheeks were heated in embarrassment. Only embarrassment. Yes, you were just embarrassed and there was absolutely nothing else that you were feeling at that comment, nope. Nothing at all.

Shoving the flowers forward, you held them out for Joel to take, watching as he didn’t even flinch at the dirt that dropped from your fingers as he slowly took them, even as he was careful to avoid touching your hand when it retreated from the stems.

“Oh,” you perked up, leaning forward a bit to point towards a couple of the flowers, ignoring the way Joel leaned away at your movement, just like he did with the banana bread, as you said cheerfully, “Those ones are for Ellie. The yellow daisies.”

Joel stared at your face for a moment, his mouth notably set into a firm line—not a frown, you noticed—even as you smiled brightly up at him, before he slowly looked down at the daisies in his hand. “Okay.”

“They’re for cheer and friendship,” you continued, unable to hold back your enthusiasm as you spoke of the flowers, even though Joel had not asked, and most certainly didn’t care as he stared at you blankly again. “To help her settle in Jackson.”

“Flowers are going to help her settle in Jackson?” Joel said plainly, almost sarcastically, and you stiffened for a moment before smiling again.

“Well, a gesture of goodwill can help, I think,” you replied easily, your tone as light and genuine as you meant the sentiment to be, and Joel’s gaze flashed away from you at the sound of it.

“What about these?” he asked, holding the flowers almost as awkwardly as the way you had offered them, gesturing to the ones next to the daisies with his other hand.

“Oh, those are for you,” you replied, pointing to them yourself as you added, “Daffodils.”

“Okay.”

You both were silent for a moment, staring down at the collection of bright yellow flowers, and you watched as Joel almost seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking, “What do I do with them?”

“Well,” you started, your lips titling up in a half-smile as you decided to take a risk and tease, “Traditionally, you put them in a vase. Fill it with water.”

“Oh, funny,” Joel muttered, and you bit your lip, worried that you may have crossed a line too soon.

But when you looked closer at his face, you swear it didn’t look quite as severe as before, and a giggle slipped past your lips as you realized he may have been teasing back, in his own way, before you could try and hold back the sound.

Joel glanced up at you at the sound, staring at your face before glancing down at your hands where they had subconsciously found the edge of your dress to hold onto it, and he quickly shifted away, stepping back into the safety of his home as his other hand found the door.

“Thanks,” he mumbled again, his voice just as coarse—and deep, and rough, and masculine, with that distinct Southern accent hanging from the word—as the first time he had thanked you for a gesture of neighborly goodwill, before he closed that door right in your face yet again.

A small sigh was pulled from your lungs, your shoulders deflating as you let yourself glare in momentary frustration at the barrier for just a split second before brightening up again.

“You’re welcome, Joel!” you called, turning away before pausing, considering before adding loudly, “Er, Mr. Miller? Do you prefer that? Or is Joel fine?”

There was no reply, but you hadn’t heard his footsteps carry away from the door yet either.

So you waited, perhaps for too long a moment, shifting awkwardly in your sandals and dirty dress before saying cheerfully, “Alright—Mr. Miller, then! Until you tell me otherwise, at least. Enjoy your flowers!”

You spun, your dress flaring around you as you skipped down the steps and bounced down the pathway, feeling at least somewhat successful that you had gotten him to take the flowers.

One could only hope that he actually put them in a vase and didn’t throw them away at the first chance.

Lord knew he could use that extra brightness.

[strawberryfairi]

Gurlllll, the choso fic....more please!!!! 🥵🥵🥵

Apartment 519... | Neighbor! Choso Kamo X Fem Reader Part 2

A short, sexy thirst (with a little more plot this time)💦 Choso's eager to give you better than your ex could...

↳ A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ask and u shall receive...I been cookin'🫡 I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first💚

Part 1

w.c. 2.1k

It's been two days since your breakup...and since your neighbor Choso went and blew your mind in your bed.

You really weren't sure what to do from here. He'd made it clear his intentions with you, which now that you think about it, was very fitting with his usual sweet and considerate character. It's just...you wanted to make the right choice, and you weren't sure what that right choice even was.

Flashback 2 Night Ago

You were laid on your bed next to him, completely exhausted and beyond satisfied. Choso was careful with you, not wanting to come on too strong yet still wanted-no needed for you to understand what this had meant to him. So he leans on his elbow, resting his head on his palm as he looks down at you.

"I uhh...I don't want you to think I was just using you while you were vulnerable. I really meant everything I said, and I-..." He trails off nervously, looking to the side for a moment before steeling himself. "I don't want this to have been just a regular one night stand, and..if you want, I could maybe take you out to dinner some time?" He finishes, looking you in the eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster.

You heart strings pulled in your chest. It was just so much happening in one day. It's not like you weren't flattered or anything it's just...everything's moving so damn fast.

It had only been just a few hours ago that you'd found your boyfriend with a whole other woman, sloppily kissing each other in his car. Now you're with someone else already too, having had such amazing sex and now he's telling you he basically wants more.

"I...don't know what to say." You murmur hesitantly.

"No no, you don't have to say anything!" He blurts out, placing a hand on your bare shoulder.

"I just didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you. I think you're really beautiful, and I wanna get to know you more." He adds, giving you the most cutest nervous smile you've ever seen.

It makes a smile of your own creep across your lips. "Thank you, Choso. You're really sweet." Leaning over, you plant a soft kiss on his rosy cheek, unintentionally giggling at the goofy-lovestruck look on his face.

"Will you think about it? About me taking you out?" He asks, eyes sparkling hopefully.

It was almost shocking how nervous he is when just a bit ago he seemed so confident, so self-assured. Right now he's damn near reminding you of a puppy.

"Yeah. I will."

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The Present

The morning after your night with Choso, he'd placed his number on a small piece of paper, leaving it on the night stand on your side of the bed.

Now, two days later, you still haven't touched it.

It seemed like the right decision, just don't touch it so you could give yourself time to actually process your break up. This wasn't just any old, cutesy relationship, you were in love. For the first time you'd actually think and think realistically about possibly spending your life with someone. The two of you planned a future together, and though it terrified you to think about it, at the end of the day you were dating to marry.

Choso's just a neighbor, an attractive neighbor, but...you just weren't sure if it was a good idea to be around him. But even so it wasn't like you could avoid him very well, the dude lives directly across from you.

The morning after was so awkward. The two of you ran into each other in the parking lot, both getting ready to head off and start the day. He always goes to work in the morning, and you like to do work at your favorite cafe just a few minutes from the apartment.

Neither of you seemed sure about what to say to each other, so you just opted for a simple smile and wave.

The entire day you tried to just get your mind off of both guys, yet it didn't go very well.

One hour you'd be crying angrily over your piece of crap ex boyfriend in the public bathroom stall, then you'd be getting those random flashbacks to being with Choso, stomach flipping and heart fluttering.

By the end of the day you couldn't take it. Weighing the pros and cons, you figured you'd might as well just try one date, and if things don't go well then that's that.

It's nearly eleven p.m., around the time you knew Choso gets back to his apartment from his workout. You'd timed it perfectly, rushing over to your front door and poking your head out. There he was in his gym clothes, a black compression shirt paired with dark grey sweatpants. His hair was up in his usual hairstyle, those cute spiky looking buns that really matches with his overall vibe.

"Choso!" You call out to him just before he could turn the doorknob.

Instantly he stops, turning back towards you with his brows raised in surprise. "H-hey."

"I'm really sorry I never called or texted you, I just had to think. But-..but I wouldn't mind going on a date with you. I wanna get to know you more too." You admit, cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment.

For a moment he doesn't say anything, making your heart sink to your feet, worried that maybe he'd moved on from you already. "Am I..too late?"

"No not at all! I was just surprised. I honestly thought you didn't want to go out with me." He chuckles nervously, brushing a hand over the back of his neck.

"No I do! I definitely do." You giggle.

"Are you free Friday night? I could pick you up at seven?" He suggests with a soft tone.

"Yeah, that's perfect! Should I dress pretty nice or...-

"You always dress nice, don't worry about it." He compliments flirtatiously.

"I'll see you then."

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Friday Evening

The two of you stand there outside of your respective homes, eyes trailing over each other.

Choso looks...gorgeous. He's got his hair out from his usual style, down and brushed back out of his face. His outfit is a black, slightly ripped sweater, the neckline hanging low enough to show his prominent collarbones, paired with black cargo pants. A silver chain hang around his neck, along with two rings on each pointer and ring finger on both hands.

Your outfits were polar opposites, you being more of a bright color lover since it pops so well against your skin.

You were wearing a light blue, form fitting midi dress, your hair in a simple updo with drop earrings. A pair of white heels, and a silver sparkly purse completed your look.

"You look beautiful." He states softly, closing the door to his apartment.

"Thank you, you look really nice yourself." You compliment with a bashful laugh.

💎

Choso ended up taking you out to a fairly nice Italian restaurant further into the city, with dim lighting, and top notch servers.

It was a pleasant surprise how easy he was to talk to, you could go on and on about anything and everything with each other, and he loved to ask you questions about yourself. It almost made you feel bad as sometimes it seemed it was mostly you sharing things about yourself. It was sweet though, as it showed just how eager he was to get to know you.

You learned he's an eldest brother, with a younger sibling named Yuji who likes to comes to visit him every now and then. It didn't take long to realize he's a very family-oriented kind of guy, but it made sense with his overall personality. The guy's so compassionate and thoughtful, of course he'd be the family first type. You loved it about him though, he talked about his brother like he was his entire world.

The night had gone by just a bit too fast in your opinion, even though you guys were at that restaurant for nearly two hours, then spent another three just leisurely walking around the city afterwards.

There wasn't a single moment with Choso that you didn't like, and he was such a gentleman. He never let you walk around without your arm linked with his, and he made sure you were always walking on the inside of every sidewalk. It was disappointing when you both came back to the apartment building, if you could, you'd just stay out with him talking the entire night.

"I really had a lot of fun with you, Choso. If you want, I-..I'd definitely be down to do this again." You suggest shyly, eyes looking down at your hands clasping around your little sparkly purse.

"Me too, and I would." He smiles cutely. You look up at him, relief and excitement flashing across your face. "Goodnight." He murmurs, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, cheeks heating up at the sweet gesture. He gives you one last smile before reaching for his keys, unlocking his apartment and heading inside.

You're frozen in the corridor chewing the inside of your cheek as you inwardly debate your uncharacteristically bold next move.

"W-wait!" You mutter abruptly, grabbing his free hand just before he left out of sight.

"I-...would you wanna...come over?" You ask shyly. You couldn't even look up at him you were so nervous, hoping you weren't coming across thirsty.

Choso's brows raise slightly in surprise. "Yeah. Sure, I'd love to."

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, smiling wide in excitement as you go into your purse and grab your keys.

1 Hour Later

Choso's large hands glide down to your upper back, pressing you further into the mattress as he pounds into you from behind. Tears quickly form in the corner's of your eyes, gripping the sheets with everything you have.

"Ch-choso! Fuuuck!" You wail loudly, feeling your body start shaking all over again. One thing about sex with Choso is he'll have you losing count of how many times you cum for sure. He's like an orgasm addict, building you up and watching you fall apart on him over and over.

"Cum for me pretty baby." He coos lowly, watching those cute little tears of ecstasy stream down your cheeks.

"Aaaah! Ah!" Your whimpers mix perfectly with the sounds of your sloppy wet pussy coating his length with yet another layer of cum.

"That's it, there it is." He groans, keeping his strokes steady and precise.

You're so fucked out at this point your mind is completely fogged. This position he has you in doesn't make it any easier, completely at the mercy of his skillful, long thrusts, reaching so deep inside you.

"You feel so gooood! Oh my god!" You cry, loving the way his hips snap into yours. For the entire night your ex was long gone as if he never even existed. The only clear thing your mind could focus on was Choso and Choso only.

"Uhhuh, you love this dick, baby?" He murmurs lowly.

"I love it! I love it!" You repeat over and over desperately between your whimpers and cries.

It was already too much, and you were surprised you hadn't tapped out by now, pleading for him to stop. But you couldn't get enough, not nearly enough. So you took everything he graciously gave to you.

Choso slows his thrusts down just a bit, wanting to savor every inch of him that drags back and forth in your tight, slippery walls. "This pussy's so good. I can't stop fucking you." He purrs sensually.

And he stood on that too...

He gave you back shots as long as he wanted, just to pull out and fuck you with his tongue, making you cum on it before he slides his big dick right back inside.

Somehow tonight was even better than the first time with him, and now that he's learned what you like he uses every little technique, determined on mastering it.

"I like you baby; wanna be yours." He admits softly. He's got a tight hold on your hips, laid out on your stomach as he drives his thick length into you. You let out a long, drawn out moan in response, way too overstimulated to form words anymore.

Choso knew you weren't fully aware of just how much he likes you. He knew you didn't click to the way he's always looked at you. To be honest, he always felt like he was better than your ex, he knew he could do so much better. He wants to show you what it's really like to be loved by someone, and now that he has a chance he damn sure wasn't about to go and waste it.

He's gonna pursue you, take you out on as many dates as he needs to, kiss and fuck you with everything he has, all so it's crystal clear that he wants to be more than just your sweet little neighbor across the way.

[milliemuus]

I'm hopefully not late, but today I figured I'd post day one of @arianimates toxicchaintober! The prompt being Peach!

Wait, but that isn't all! I wish to write an excerpt from this interaction, as I feel it would kick off day one! So with that....

READ UNDER THE CUT

"Sentret's down for the count! That means Millie made you eat dirt, Kiki!"

Carmine's voice rung in the air, her doing a little victorious hop. Kieran reluctantly withdrew his pokémon, a blush of embarrassment on his face.

"Aw man...and I really wanted to show off..." He muttered to himself. No doubt in his mind he was going to lose to Millie, the outstanding Champion of Paldea.

"Why did I even think a battle was a good idea...?" As his ungloved hand pressed against one of his heated cheeks, Millie was headed his way, a smile plastered on her face.

"That was amazing, Kieran!" She lifted out her hand, going to touch him on the shoulder. Kieran hesitated, before letting her do so. She carefully placed a hand on his shoulder, a shudder running down his spine.

'Wow...to think I'm getting a compliment from her...I feel so much motivation...' He thought.

"...Kieran?" Millie called his name again. Had he not responded?! He shook his head, looking up at her.

"S-Sorry, ma'am-!"

As he looked deeply apologetic, Millie chuckled. "Hey, you don't have to treat me so formally. I'm here on a vacation, and Wanna get to know about you and your sister's culture from a personal perspective." Her voice came out in an odd twang that sounded vaguely similar to his. As she spoke, his eyes widened.

She wanted to get to know more about me?

Millie continued, taking her hand off of his shoulder.

"That being said, just treat me like I'm your next-door neighbor!" She waved her hand as she explained her ideal way of wanting to be viewed, Kieran simply blinking.

"O-Okay...!"

They really had a long way to go...

As the two of them stood there, Carmine raced up to them. "Kiki! Stop looking goo-goo eyed at our new guest and get to work! Your battling probably just took up a good bit of the research time you and her both have!"

As her words snapped into his mind, he felt a flicker of irritation that stung in his chest. Even still, it felt like the words stuck in his throat, making it hard for him to voice his discomfort with his sister.

Millie waved her hands in dismissing "Hey, he's fine. I really didn't mind the battle. Plus, I plan on stopping by that shop over there, so I'm probably really adding onto our limited-time."

Millie's words of dismissal made Kieran's heart palpitate.

She was defending me...?

A sense of understanding and comfort ran over him, something he never really felt before. Already, he felt like he could share anything and everything with the Paldean Champion. She was so kind...so considerate; nothing like his annoying sister who liked to humiliate him all the time.

As he stared deep into her, he just kind've stood there awkwardly, not really knowing his mannerisms were very abnormal. He looked over every detail...her hair, her eyes, her clothes...as if trying to retain every single detail.

"Wowzers...." He murmured in adoration for his new "friend". "I wanna be just like her someday..."

Carmine had noticed his awkward silence once again, groaning.

"Geez, Kiki! You're utterly hopeless. Pairing you up with Millie feels like a bad idea now-"

Before she could finish the sentence, he suddenly blurted out "No!"

This surprised both Millie and Carmine, the two girls staring at him in surprise. He realized what he had done, his whole body now feeling hot as he rubbed his neck.

"I m-mean...please don't." He replied to his outburst. Stupid, stupid! How could you make yourself look like an idiot like that in front of Millie-?!

Millie shook her head, laughing softly. "Again, I'm sure little dude'll be fine with me. How about this: you go ahead and go find your partner, and I and Kieran will do our own thing." She suggests, Carmine looking reluctant at first but shrugging.

"Okayyyy, but don't do anything stupid! I have my eyes on both of you, by the way." Her voice was very accusatory, mostly directed at Kieran.

"Don't make me regret this decision, toodalooo!" As she gave one last glare to Kieran, whom seemed to quietly return it, she turned, jogging off. Kieran let out a hefty sigh, Millie picking up on it.

"Hey...she's only actin' this way because she cares for you, don't beat yourself up about it." Her voice was very soft, very reassuring. Kieran's irritation faded quickly, turning into a small smile."You really think so? She's always so...so annoyin'. It's like anything I do and she's breathin' down my neck or nagging at me!"

He chews on his lip, remembering all the insults or complaints his sister had about him. Millie seemed to laugh it off, not in a disrespectful manner, as she looked down at him.

"I'm sure she has her own ways of dealing with it. I mean, especially at your age, there's a lot of things she's bound to worry about. It's going to be annoying, but it's not the end of the world." As she explains this to him, it's like it opened his eyes. Maybe Carmine wasn't trying to actually be annoying, but maybe she really was just trying to help, even if it was an irritating way to go about it...

He didn't know how to respond at first, being immediately opened up to a viewpoint that was obvious. "Thank you, Millie. I never really saw it like that..." He felt sheepish—how was he so ignorant compared to Millie? She seemed so wise...Wait, of course she was, she was a Champion, for goodness sake! This made him curious and, before he could stop himself, he let the words tumble out.

"Millie...you just met me and my sis, but it seems like you've known us for moons. How are you able to know what Carmine is feeling?" He asked, Millie furrowing her brows at the question.

"I wouldn't say I 'know' what your sister feels. I'm simply putting it in my shoes and what I've observed. I mean, she's still a girl who lives in the country, and as far as I know, she's probably the most responsible out of the both of you." She looked in the direction Carmine ran off to, seeing her just vaguely converse with her teammate. Carmine looked up from the conversation, her eyes landing on Millie's with a glare. Millie inhaled sharply, looking back down at Kieran.

"I mean...I could be responsible!" Kieran replied "She just never lets me! She's always hovering over me an' making sure I don't do anything stupid..." He felt bad, airing out his dirty laundry about his sister so early, but at the same time, it felt good to get this frustration off his chest. Because of their reputation of being "troublemakers" in Mossui Town, he never really talked to the other kids, who were even younger than him. Millie crossed her arms, grimacing.

"Well, Kieran," she starts "It's not that you're not responsible. I would say that, her duty as an older sister, is to protect you. I'll also point out that with your current party, you wouldn't stand a chance." She was a bit blunt, causing an ache in Kieran's chest. Millie noticed his look of disappointment right away, her eyes widening slightly.

"That doesn't mean you're a failure or you're inherently weak, okay?"

As she stood there, looking apologetic, his feeling of rejection suddenly turned into one of desperation. Without thinking, he grabbed onto her jacket, tugging at it.

"M-Millie..." He shakily spoke "You're really good at battlin' right?" He asked, Millie feeling his hand tremble through thr fabric of her jacket. She wasn't at all surprised by the touch.

"I wouldn't say I'm the greatest in the world..." She responds. Kieran tightens his grip on the fabric. That was nonsense! She went and beat both he AND Carmine, who was the strongest person he'd known before her. Millie tilts her head.

"Why, what's up?"

Without missing a beat, the words stumble out of his mouth

"D'you...d'you think you could teach me to battle???" His eyes looked up at her pleadingly. His heart was pounding so fast— he had never been so forward with someone that wasn't his family! Millie stared at him for a few moments, the question half-surprising her. For such an anxious kid, he sure did have guts. Millie smiled.

"Maybe...I'll have to think about it. In the meantime, why don't we head over to that store?" She thumbed over to the store near Mossui's riverbank, his eyes following in that direction.

"Peachy's?" He questions. "I mean, I guess. The lady there has always run it since I was real little, sometimes even through the night. I dunno why, but that place always gave me the heebie-jeebies."

Millie frowned "Well, we don't have to go there, then-"

Kieran immediately stopped her, waving his hands like crazy. "Nono, you're a guest, right? We can go if you want to!" He smiled nervously, mentally kicking himself for showing any vulnerability. Millie, confused, just nodded.

"Alrighty."

They both headed over to the shop, the old woman running the stand greeting them.

"Welcome, welcome! Please, feel free to look or buy, if you please! For half the price, I also will sell my hand-made trainer gloves!" Her voice croaked gently, Millie dipping her head in a greeting. As Kieran made his way up to the shop, the old lady beamed.

"Ahh, if it isn't the youngest of the Kitakami siblings!" She continued. "I see you have already made a friend with one of the transfers?" This made Kieran's face go hot again. He didn't know how to respond at first, friendship kinda being a big deal to him.

"Well u-uh..m...I mean, if y-you put it that way I-"

The lady simply laughed,

"Oh ho ho! No need to be so shy, dearie. I didn't ask if she was your girlfriend."

Millie visibly tensed at this "No, I wouldn't even dream of it, ma'am." Millie wasn't used to comments like that, even if they were harmless in nature. She looked pver at Kieran, who looked like he was a few seconds away from fainting. She shook him, causing him to look away from her.

The old lady noticed this and tisked "My, I didn't mean to cause you both a fright there. I do apologize if it came off the wrong way." She genuinely looked sincere, realizing she probably got carried away at her age. Millie shook her head "No ma'am, it's okay! You were just making conversation."

That made Millie come to a realization that yeah, times were really different, and she already had someone. Even still, Kieran was way too young, and emotionally immature. She would never admit that to the kid, though.

The old woman nodded, ending the awkward conversation. Millie turned to Kieran again, who was still looking away from her. Internally, the little dude was freaking out. How was he supposed to reply or react???

As he was stiff as a board, Millie spoke to him.

"Hey, lil' squirt," She tried to get his attention, using a more emdearing nickname. He came to, looking up at her with moony eyes.

"Is there anything you want from here, like a snack?" She asked. Kieran blinked twice, still trying to process the situation.

She wanted to buy a snack for him?

"Uhh-" His mind was racing, eyes flickering between the products on the shelves. He came here sometimes, but never really brought from the place since his grandparents always made snacks at home. Now he was put to the test of choosing something he wanted.

Millie waited for a few moments, slightly amused by how much he was having to grow up without his sister. A few moments passed and he slightly poked at the weird purple peach-thing that was sitting on a pillow.

"What about that?" He asked shakily. The old lady laughed once again.

"That's not to eat, silly boy! That's an antique from my store! That's an old antique that was passed down to me!" As she explained, he looked confused.

"If it isn't for buying, why display it?"

"It's to add onto the rustic atmosphere of my shop, I suppose. Besides, I wouldn't want such a precious antique collecting dust. It could mean something one day."

The old lady's words struck Kieran's curiosity.

"Mean somethin...?" He asked to himself softly. As he kept observing and prodding at the antique, Millie wasn't paying much attention to the conversation, already looking for something for herself. She finally finds something she wants, pointing at it.

"May I have a pecha berry or two, ma'am?" She asks. The old lady smiled

"Why, certainly! That will be 15 PoKé!"

Millie was surprised. That was very cheap compared to the prices she had to pay back at home. As she was exchanging items, Millie looked back over at Kieran, who was still poking and prodding the antique.

"You sure you don't want anything, Kieran?" She asks, catching his attention for just a moment. He looks up at her, his mind elsewhere.

"Huh? Oh yeah no, I'll be fine, ma'am." His words were more direct and polite, his mind shifting back to the weird, purple thing that sat upon the Peachy's outdoot kiosk. As Millie shrugged, she made the payment, putting the berries and other merchandise away, thanking the old lady.

"Alright, lil' squirt! I think that's everything!" She tugged on her bag until it was in the front, putting away the berries.

"And that will be for me, because I need to eat healthier." She mainly meamt that comment to herself, Kieran overhearing it but not processing it. She looks back over at Kieran, snorting.

"C'mon, lil man. We should probably get going before the other teams beat us. I don't want your sister to have my head."

Kieran's attention snapped back to Millie, straightening up before nodding.

"Okay! I'll...follow you from a distance, if that's okay?" He asks, Milloe nodding.

"Sure! As long as we can keep up with one another!"

With that, the two departed from the store, the old woman waving at them.

"Have a good trip, and feel free to stop by at any time!"

As the lady turned away from the outer kiosk, the purple "thing" that lay upon the mattress trembled. It did not utter a word, but as a breeze blew past, a faint whisper could be heard.

"Yes...he is the one...I can feel it..."

"He will be my new vessel. I just need to promise him great power...and beckon him to me...then I can regain my strength..."

"I have finally crossed paths with the child...he will be foolish enough to accept me. My time of power is now..."

[heartthumpnovel]

Heart Thump: Chapter 4

“Where Trouble Begins”

Word count: 5233

Jason messes up big time.

Thank you to those reading this and having patience for releases. I've been doing re-writes and actually have my boyfriend helping me edit my work. I've been gaining more momentum though and hopefully should be putting out more chapters sooner than later :'D cw: Minor claustrophobia Last chapter: Growing Imagination Next chapter: Carrying the World

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Ding. Going up. Jason moved his finger from the buttons of the elevator and placed them on his phone as his fingertip was shaking considerably. Swiping upwards through the search results of the page; ‘sudden growth spurt’ ‘growth spurt mid age?’ ‘Symptoms of elephant man syndrome’ ‘Alice in wonderland syndrome’ ‘cute kitten images’ ‘endocrine disorders’ ‘signs of schizophrenia '. Wondering page after page with his questions not revealing anything coherent or was completely unrelated to his little ‘problem’. Something wasn’t right about the day before- or the day before that one for that matter. 

Ding.

None of that could have possibly happened right? Of Course no one could just survive a lighting strike like that in such a coincidental way? Sure there might have been many survivors from many lightning strikes. He had a pretty bad one. It’s not like anyone up there could have heard Jason scream his mournful monologue into the cold late night breeze. He was drunk after all and it could've been an alcohol induced nightmare. But what about the pain he felt when he was struck by a force greater than anything he had felt in his entire 26 years of life? The screen of his phone turned dark as he pressed the home button and stuffed it into his pants pocket. Ding.

Nah, nah- Jason had felt pain in his dreams… strange but it did happen before. Constantly in fact. As sad as it may seem, if experience did equate to knowledge, Jason should be awarded for being an expert on night terrors. Plus having the room shrink around him just had to be regular strange dream stuff sealed the deal. Even if it all felt so realistic… it just had to be a figment of his imagination. 

Ding.

That decided it then. It was a dream. Nothing more, nothing less… Ding. How ridiculous. 

Dong.

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Jason gave out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors opened and he got onto the bustling office floor as workers left to right were rushing around trying to get work done with concerned looks upon their faces. It’s been a rough hour with tons of call-ins and more or less organized chaos going around. Jason had to slowly push through the crowd of coworkers to try to find his cozy cubicle so he could punch in for another day of work.

All the pushing and shoving made it difficult for him to get to his cubicle. Gripping and pulling the plastic divider had gotten him smooshed into his office as he barely had the space to push through all those busy people.  With his new found space he sat down at his desk and started to boot up his computer as he reached the time card machine and clock into work. 

As Jason entered his ten-digit password, he realized something was different. There was no cheery voice chatting on the phone or a particular blonde coworker peeking over the paper-thin cubicle wall. It wasn't until the office finally started to quiet down, and people became focused on their work that he decided to investigate. He stood up and went on his tiptoes to check on his neighboring colleague.

Plants were generously placed around the cubicle, with potted ferns and cacti on almost every corner of the well-used desk. It made the workspace feel cozy, with an odd bowl of discolored stones in the far corner adding to the homely atmosphere. 

However, there was no sign of the overworked woman who often napped at her desk, face smacked down on the keyboard. It was about time for her daily nap. 

Suffice to say, Ellie just wasn’t there. 

Jason wasn't surprised to find Ellie absent from her cubicle. She was an overworked master's degree student, constantly taking on an unhealthy amount of credits and sleeping irregularly. It wasn't uncommon for her to collapse into a never-ending coma-like sleep.

Jason assumed Ellie was having one of those days and didn't blame her for it. However, Anyone who worked in this place knew Natasha would cut her a break.

Turning back to his computer- which at this point was logged in and displaying a deep gradient blue default desktop image with a few important shortcuts neatly pushed into the left corner of the screen. It was time to bend down into the workload he was expecting as the room seemed to be beaming with people rushing to get stuff done in the last quarter. Upon clicking the mail shortcut he was met with.. nothing new. An eyebrow raised as he clicked his spam, trash and even sent to make sure there weren't any important emails hiding. Strangely, he wasn’t sent anything containing any replies he would have gotten from him sending out vitally important marketing data to the other sectors of the company. Surely someone should have gotten back to him? Even Natasha didn’t reply back to an email about a good time for another meeting with the department for him. Something tickled his guts wrongly, he frowned before trying to send out an email. 

Unable to send. 

“Fantastic.” Jason grumbled under his breath.

This wasn’t the first time that he couldn’t receive or send emails, though it always caught him off guard every time this happened. Jason turned to the phone on his desk, staring at it wondering if contacting IT again would be worth it. While they do eventually put duct tape on the issue, which Jason appreciates they can even fix it at all, it takes nearly a whole day for everything to go back to normal if he was lucky. “Now what am I supposed to do?,” Jason mused as he turned away from the phone, patting his fingers down on his knees. “Can’t really get any work done right now until things get back in order…” 

His eyes slowly moved away from his knees and drifted to his filing cabinet. His eyebrows rose with the metaphorical bulb in his head lighting up. Quickly, he peaked over on the wall in his cubicle with his knees pressed on the bottom of his chair in a frantic kneel. The whole department still looked busy with no one paying attention to the cozy cubicle smushed onto the wall. Jason lowered down from his observation as he thought, since he couldn’t work for a bit and well- Ellie was going to be late, he might as well catch up on some important reading.  He grinned widely.

His boney fingers fiddled the edge of the filing cabinet shelf and yanked it open with a forceful tug. Files upon files of the company’s past dues nearly overflowed the poor filing cabinet. If it weren't for the fact that Jason hardly ever touched these files due to the wonders of technology, he would have had to throw them out like he was supposed to have done the day he was hired. However the papers did have use to him as a clever facade to what was truly important there. He pushed the junk files aside to reveal his secret library of paperback novels of varying degrees of cover quality and romance plots. The smell of the aging pages had bubbled the excitement in Jason’s chest in glee as he pulled out one that still had a bookmark in it. 

Goodness, he was overwhelmed by emails and crunching numbers that he hasn’t been able to check into the exploits of the great knight dame Elisabeth and her star crossed princess lover Thaladortha. Normally he wasn’t too interested in fantasy rubbish but, this one did tug his heart strings so far as it was filled to the brim with wholesome sincerity. Plus it wasn’t completely inappropriate for a workplace environment, a welcome addition. 

The little office employee leaned back into his office chair comfortably and plopped his shoes on top of the filing cabinet half heartedly like a rascal. Flipping open the page, Jason flicked the tip of his thumb to the most recent paragraph and began to dive.

“Dame Elisabeth for gods’ sake let the poor man go!” Shrieked the desperate servant as they hung onto the bulky woman dawned in burning stainless steel armor. The weasel would scream if he could if it weren’t for his throat being clutched shut by a coiled fist. Rage blinded Knight Elisabeth to the point of nearly crushing his scrawny throat, her teeth gritting harshly. “ This shall be the last time I remind you; MY FAIR MAIDEN WILL NOT SETTLE FOR ROSES.” 

She dropped the frazzled noble onto the ground with him trying to grasp onto oxygen. “Only the most beautiful succulents will suffice for her wedding you fool.” she proclaimed.

The noble tried to stutter out an excuse of roses being the traditional choice for a wedding, however he was quick to shut up when the dame gave him an ice cold glare that chilled him to the soul. “She cares not for tradition. If she’s going to be forced to have a wedding- At Least have plants that will bring her joy!” She turned away from him and strutted down the hallway heavily. The servant trotted worryingly behind her. “M-madam I.. I think physical violence was going a bit far isn’t it? Just for some flowers?” they spoke up- freezing up when the knight stopped in her tracks.

She went quiet.

Until the servant could clearly hear soft.. Sobs? Coming from the dame herself? It couldn’t be. Dame Elisabeth turned her head- revealing tears sweltering down her cheek. Shaking her head in shame.

The servant quickly grabbed the dame's hand before she could hide her sorrow. "Please forgive me, my lady. This is all my fault. I didn't want to upset you so much." They bowed their heads low.

"Hmph... fine. You can stay here for now." Elisabeth said softly before she continued onwards.

The servant smiled warmly and thanked the dame. The Dame then told her sad tale to the servant, how she fawned over the maiden ever since they were small and how she wished she could be the one taking her hand in marriage that day. That's why she had no intention of settling for anything less than the best. Though at the same time, she didn't want to see her beloved maiden marry someone else just because of political gains.

"It is a cruel reality we must live with," Spoke the Dame in despair, "Even if we must never have our love for each other be seen by the world. " Her voice cracked as her eyes began to well up.

The servant felt awkward at first but decided to comfort the Dame by holding her hand. She gently squeezed her hand and told her everything would be alright. "I'll do what I can for you my lady." They stood there, silent for a moment.

"You really care about her don't you?" The servant asked as she wiped the tears away from her face.

"Of course. She's my best friend!" Elisabeth replied with enthusiasm, "And lover!"

Both of them chuckled quietly, though the servant was too nervous to say the next part.

"So um... Why not court her?"

Elisabeth's face went blank.

"What? Court her? What do you mean 'court'?" She was confused.

"Well.." The servant trailed off.

"That would put both of us in danger!" The dame crossed her arms, trying to avoid having to talk about treason.

"But... She'd be happy wouldn't she? And she's the only person who truly understands you," The servant pleaded.

"No, this isn't right. We should never act on our feelings... Though." The Dame continued, thinking of the times when her maiden would laugh in joy at her jokes, and the times when they kissed under the moonlight.

"Are you sure it's okay with doing this?" Elisabeth asked worriedly.

"Yes. I'm quite positive," The servant answered with confidence.

"I trust you. If you feel like we should do this, then I am all for it."

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Jason let out a deep sigh as he melted back into his office chair, or at least he attempted to. He shifted side to side, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his chair despite being engrossed in the heart-wrenching story. He noticed that his knees were rising higher, and he seemed to be a bit higher up than usual. The armrests were hugging his hips tightly, which was odd for his petite frame.

Suddenly, it dawned on him that his chair was in the wrong adjustment. It wouldn't have been the first time that Motor had pulled this trick on him, nor would it be the third. Jason reached down and adjusted the seat lever to make himself comfortably leveled again before leaning back in his creaky chair to continue reading.

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"And do you, Alice, take his hand in marriage?" The pastor asked the maiden, who was dressed in a bleak white dress.

Alice's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for the answer. Looking around the room filled with people. All of them eagerly waited for her response.

"I...." Before Alice could finish, Elisabeth shoved the doors open, loudly exclaiming, "I OBJECT!"

Everyone gasped, except the priest himself. He merely sighed and looked at the knight.

"Dame Elisabeth I suppose you wish to object?" He inquired.

"I do, sir. because... Alice wouldn't be happy marrying him! She should be with the one that SHE chooses!" Dame Elisabeth roared as the guards began to surround her and Alice's father screaming angrily at the Dame.

"Be silent! You are not to speak unless spoken to!" Alice's father bellowed in rage. "Now please leave, Dame Elisabeth."

Elisabeth growled and glared at the priest. Before she could continue, Alice spoke up for the first time in confidence, holding her hands to her chest and approached Elisabeth with tears in her eyes.

"Dame Elisabeth..." She whispered in awe, "I wanted to marry you. I always did. But... I couldn't. Because of my father, and you being a knight. Please...marry me. For real this time. Marry me, Elisabeth."

The knight fell into silence, staring at the young maiden. When she finally looked up, her face softened and she saw nothing but sincerity in those blue orbs.

"Then.. YES, I will marry you Alice," Dame Elisabeth said happily before she took the maiden's hand and kissed it passionately. Alice burst out laughing as everyone in the room cheered and clapped.

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Jason was yanked backwards with a sudden force, causing him to fall onto the aging carpet. His swivel chair came down with him, and its wheels spun helplessly in the air, no longer in the safe grasp of the floor fibers. He groaned, struggling to get himself off the ground as he felt a strange bloated sensation throughout his entire body. He wondered what caused his chair to suddenly give out, but the answer he was looking for came quickly as he realized his cubicle was feeling a lot more cramped than usual. The plastic walls were slowly closing in on him, and his computer seemed to be … shrinking? ‘No. Nooo no no no.’ It couldn’t have been happening again. That whole thing couldn’t have been real, he had to be asleep in his bed still. It’s much more possible that he just missed his alarm this morning than whatever this crazy sensation was. His hands scrambled to grab hold of the desk but his fingers kept slipping off of the smooth wooden surface and he desperately tried to get off of the floor. Breathing had gotten much harder to do- it felt like his chest was about to explode.

Jason almost stood up to get his bearings, but then he noticed that he was getting taller than the cruddy plaster cubicle walls. Everyone who wasn't buried in their own work was going to notice him, and public humiliation would be his worst nightmare.

 The red-cheeked office worker bent down on their knees as he saw that his body was still keen on getting bigger. Was he actually growing, or was he losing his grip on reality? He wasn't sure which one would be worse; Jason would have preferred being late to work.

His heart felt like it was going to fall out of his chest from the rate it was beating at. The office chair that was currently laid on the floor disagreed with the notion that he was going bonkers and that this impossible body fluctuation was the real deal. Drat. If he had to make a quick scientific guess from someone who majored in business, he had about 50 more seconds until someone would notice that little 5'3" Jason wouldn't be so little anymore with the rate at which he was growing. ‘Why did Ellie have to sleep-in today?’

Finally, his long forgotten survival instincts kicked him in the backside and he decided it would be for the best if he could find a good place to hide, somewhere roomy and quiet preferably. It was the best he could think of right then. Calming down until he was normal again seemed to work last time but.. He didn’t have anyone there to guide him now. 

Jason went on hands and knees, giving him a chance to peek outside the cubicle entry way, which was now starting to barely graze his shoulders and slowly sink into them. The work rush seemed to be in full swing as his fellow coworkers were in their own little cozy spots making phone calls and typing away. Strange no one noticed the crashing sound. The ignorance of loud noises was a little concerning to Jason but, at the moment he didn’t have much time to worry about that. 

Fortunately, it seemed that someone was smiling down upon him as Jason spotted the largest conference room on the entire floor, which was conveniently empty. The oak double doors were wide open, beckoning him to safety. Despite some hesitation, Jason managed to clamber across without breaking the cubicle he was escaping from. He quickly slid into the conference room ungracefully, feeling a bit of carpet burn but otherwise unscathed, even though he was now as large as a Honda civic. Adrenaline continued to pump through his veins as he sat up and grabbed the door knobs, but he immediately paused when he realized his palms were nearly 30 times larger than the knobs and still growing. Jason yelped as he gingerly took the tiny knobs and quickly pulled the doors shut.

Right. Immediate crisis over. For the moment anyways. He still was having the issue of his heart beating faster than light and he was getting taller by the second. Inch by inch. He closed his eyes just trying to grasp at something to calm himself down. He usually took those slow breathing exercises when he was with Ellie right? Well, trying to recall exactly how to breathe calmly turned out to be harder to remember than one would imagine. His fingers brushed through his hair thinking about the technical bits of that exercise. Okay- four squares. Wait did it include the inhale and exhale or were those things separate states. Wouldn’t it be technically two square breathing? Who even decided that calling the stages squares anyways? Wouldn’t that just be counting? This scattered thinking was soon interrupted by the feeling of something pressing on his head and snapping him out of it with a scare. Jason fell back onto his backside again and realized he was definitely pressed for time. 

Jason thought for a moment what made him happy, surely something that makes him feel better might make his head calm down right? The first thing that came to mind on the subject of happiness was the thought of his hands being held gently by Natasha’s soft fingers. “OW!” Jason yelped as his height suddenly doubled and he smacked the back of his head on the wall.

To his horror, even the thought of Natasha's soft, meaningful gaze was making his heart beat more pronounced. The supposedly massive conference room, meant for department-wide meetings, was now feeling just as claustrophobic as his shrinking cubicle. Jason's head lowered, and he was left speechless as the walls seemed to close in around him. His leather loafers scraped along the carpet, unintentionally taking some wooden chairs for a ride. His heart couldn’t help but to race, how was this happening and more importantly why was it happening? Jason’s heart felt like it was going to claw its way out of his throat and hop out to go on a paid vacation because god did it deserve a break. Jason’s face felt like it was lit on fire and it was getting harder to stop and breathe. Things can get any worse from here? Right? 

A knock came from the miniature door in front of him with a sickeningly sweet voice coming from the other side. “Jason, are you good?”

The overpriced deco chandelier got him right in his temple as he suddenly felt a jolt go through his system as he felt an explosion of gigantism hit him harder than an oncoming freight train. His shoes basically pushed the whole table to the other side of the room along with all the tiny chairs falling over onto the floor. 

Quickly, Jason tumbled over onto his stomach and slapped his palm right on the front of the door. It was just his luck that Natasha had to hear his pathetic yelp. As his fingers were eclipsing the door- he could feel tiny pushes on his palm. There was no way Jason was going to let her see him like this. In fact he wouldn’t want anyone to see the horrific transformation Jason was going under. 

                                                                  ---- “You okay lil guy- wait. Why’s the door locked? Jason.” 

Natasha, try as she might, couldn’t get the door to push open. What was he up to? Pink hair pressed on the oak wood door to try to decipher what his groaning and panicked British mumbing meant. Natasha’s worry got worse as the thought of needing to call an ambulance was going to be called. Eventually she did get a response- a rather loud one at that. 

“Y-yeah the door locked. Uhm- I am not.. Feeling that great. I felt under the weather and HUGHk- … I might have made a really-really big mess in here.” Jason half-truth as he was facing the challenge of not screaming in agony when he felt the talons of the pure gold chandelier pierce into his mid back. His hair was getting squished down by the popcorn ceiling and the room was quickly becoming his coffin. 

Natasha scowled with her nose rising a bit as she pulled her head away. “Why didn’t you call in then?!,” Natasha retorted back as she gestured her hand. “ You shouldn’t be working when you have the flu! You could get everybody here sick! For God's sake, I didn’t send you home yesterday just because I was giving you a day off.”

 She waited about five whole seconds for some sort of explanation and when she did get a response it was just a really sorrowful “My bad…” mumbled its way through the oak. 

Natasha brushed her bangs forcefully from her face with a long sigh. “It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine. She muttered before she turned to look at an elevator that finally arrived on their floor. Natasha turned to the door once more with a soft voice, “Go home Jason and see a doctor, Call me up later to let me know how long you need to rest alright?” Natasha didn’t bother to stick around for a response as she started to walk towards the elevator. However she had to step out of the way for a sleep deprived college student that rushed out of the cases with papers literally flying out of her grip and nearly caused a foot traffic collision with Natasha. “Woah-WOAH ELLIE-” Natasha sputtered out when she managed to side step out of the way. Ellie’s heels came to a shrieking halt and nearly hauled over from exhaustion. However she didn’t let herself waste time by catching her breath and began to conjure a whole rant of apologetic lyrics. “OhmygoshNatI’msorryIwasstudingreallylatelastnightandIlosttrackoftimeandIgotreallytiredandIsleptin!Iknowit’sbeenthethirdtimethismonthbu-” Ellie whipped out in a panic before her tongue got twisted by a hard pat on the shoulder. 

“It’s alright, Ellie. You’re not that late. Just clock in, hun,” Natasha said with a stern yet sympathetic smile. Ellie let out a fluttered sigh and grazed her fingers on Natasha’s wrist, nodding slightly in a blissful silence and letting her shoulders relax. “Thanks a ton,” Ellie commented as Natasha swiftly pulled away from her and they made their way into the waiting elevator. “Oh yeah and could you let Motor know he’s needed in conference room A113? Jason ain’t feeling great. Thanks~” Natasha added.

As the elevator doors closed, Ellie's brief moment of calm shattered.

---

Crisis averted- for the most part. Jason grumbled in this tight box he was shoved into and the increasing pain he was feeling wasn’t making things any more comfortable. Not to mention the creaking noise he was hearing wasn’t making him confident either. Now that he wasn’t about to be exposed- he wondered how in the world he could get out of this room and more importantly, not be an impossibly giant human that defied science.

Frantic knocking came from the oak door- who did Jason have to lie to next? “J-Jason, are you okay in there???” Ellie whispered, “Did … it happen again?” Ellie spoke more quietly at the last statement to not raise an alarm in the office room. Thankfully it seemed there was quite a buzz in the office due to a sudden flow of work and calls. So no one was noticing the commotion happening in the conference room. 

Ellie tried the door but she was also denied entry, However Jason this time was at least willing to at least come clean. “It-it got worse Ellie.” Jason murmured as to not drag attention to them.

 Ellie’s demeanor changed like a lightbulb getting shattered by a baseball bat. She frowned as she plastered her body against the wall and lowered her voice to a solid whisper.  “Well bud you’re going to have to let me in and help you.” Ellie replied back with a worried grin plastered on her face, wondering what he meant about it ‘getting worse’. 

“I don’t think I can literally let you in…” Jason spoke solemnly. “I can barely fit myself in here.” “Uhhh… what do you mean by that?” Ellie tilted her head as she took a double take at the door. A voice didn’t respond to her but loud jostling as if there was a moving crew pushing around furniture on the other side. Noticeably however, the door no longer had any pressure on it and the handle became turn-able again. When Ellie managed to discreetly push the door open slightly ajar- she wasn’t greeted by her best friend, but a huge, looming, hazel eyeball staring worriedly back at her. 

[Image Description: A big hazel eye is staring at Ellie as she pushed open the door. Ellie is covering her mouth.] Its lids twitched sporadically and grew more watery as Ellie had to cover her lips to not scream in abject horror and alert everyone in the room that there was a giant occupying the room. What did come out of Ellie’s mouth however was a high pitched whine that could have broken glass if uncovered. 

“This is a bit awkward, innit?” Jason quietly mumbled- trying to be inconspicuous as he possibly could be in his situation.  Though his leg was becoming more numb and fuzzy the longer he sat on it. Shifting it to the side might do the trick, but as he tried to move his leg over- his heart dropped as he suddenly heard an ear piercing shriek moan from the overly stressed floor boards below him.  

...

clink

“Sick.”

Another abandoned plastic bottle was slammed into the trash can for 50 points and Motor was just killing it in his little makeshift game. However, even with his high score, he still couldn't compete with his reign as the grand champion of disposing of all abandoned cans, which was never-ending and filled with sticky glory. He then noticed a helpless Sprite that had been left behind and without hesitation, he grabbed it and threw it into the recycling bin at the other end of the room.

clink   

“Nnnnnnice!” Sizzled the janitor under his breath that was followed with a victory pump. That sick dunk called for another celebratory soda. Motor turned to the vending machine, popping in his quarters as he jammed out to the ear-splitting majesty of electric guitar riffs and the lead singer screaming about his personal problems, which he probably needed therapy for.

How relatable. 

Right as he was about to chuck another can, his aim was thrown off by the ceiling shaking above him. The can flew onto the wall beside the trash with a disappointed thunk. Motor was baffled and took a few steps back to check up on the ceiling. “... Swear to godzilla if the goddamn pipes broke again, construction is going to have their bones twisted into pretzels -”   The room suddenly collapsed in on itself, and Motor narrowly avoided losing his head by falling debris. He let out a string of curses and had to pause to process what had just happened. After collecting himself, Motor got up to inspect the damage and see what had caused the catastrophic event. … Leather? Motor had to stare at the large boulder of dark brown leather that was accompanied by a chunk of scuffed rubber. Before Motor could look into the destructive object further, as fast as it arrived- it lifted back up in the air and nestled into the hole it made. With a careful ear Motor could now clearly hear Ellie’s and that one stuck-up coworker’s voice. It only took him a few seconds to connect the dots and he got this emotion where he was full of confusion and anger but strangely enough, excited.

Finally, a cure for his boredom. 

It didn't take long for Motor's thunderous footsteps to reach the service stairs and ascend to the floor above. He pushed past shocked suits and cubicle rats, determined to reach the source of the commotion. As he approached the crowded door, people were starting to panic and wondered if they should call for emergency services.

Motor elbowed his way through the crowd and joined the group of water cooler guys who were trying to force the door open. Despite their efforts pulling it, the door wouldn't budge.

"Relax, bozos. I'll see what fell over. Probably just a light fixture," Motor said sarcastically, trying to calm the onlookers. He gave the guy at the door a stern look, causing him to back away a few meters. Then, with ease, Motor pushed the door open.

Due to his large stature, no one could see what Motor was witnessing. The conference room was in ruins with the whole fancy light fixture crashing into the floor. Right in front of that light there was a sight of Ellie holding onto a hyperventilating Jason’s shrinking hand. Seeing a man that was the size of a truck become Jason sized was more than surreal. Ellie was the first to notice that they had an onlooker right as she was finished with calming Jason down with a wide terrified look and color draining from both of their faces. 

[pb-dot]

WIP Wednesday: The Coal Wars Pt. 1

Good WIP Wednesday to all. Today I plan to talk a bit about an important bit of lore from the setting of The Clockwork Boy. I generally don't talk much about worldbuilding for my writing unless prompted because it's not something I spend a lot of time on by itself. I'm usually more comfortable with having whatever happened to make the world and the characters the way that they are be explained together with the plot or the characters themselves.

This one bit though is quite pivotal to explain the status quo of the setting, which I will admit is rather unusual. Hopefully the thing will be fine and comprehensible when reading the whole thing, but for my out of context pals here on tumblr dot com, it may be useful to have some info about The Coal Wars.

Note: This turned out considerably longer than I had thought it would, so I won't even get around to the part that's the most relevant for our story this time around. Stay tuned for the conclusion of this particular bit next week!

The city in which our story takes place used to be part of The Imelian Empire, an expansive maritime empire headed by a hereditary bloodline of emperors and empresses, although it was more uncles and third cousins once removed carrying the line as of late as a problem with infertility had plagued the dynasty for some time.

The City was known as Imil in those days, and as the capital of the imperial core regions, it was in many ways the grandest city mankind had ever seen. At the start of what would be the nation's steam era, industry flourished thanks to bountiful ore and coal deposits in the hills and mountains in the north, while the bountiful plains between the city and the sea fed the city's explosively expanding population.

The invention of steam-powered machinery made the then-Kingdom of Imelia enter what could be constituted a golden age, as the increased efficiency of industry freed up sufficient manpower that Imelia was able to wrest much-contested land along its borders away from its neighbors. By the time those neighbors had become part of Imelia proper, the nation was a kingdom no longer but had proudly proclaimed itself as The Imelian Empire. Satirists of the time liked to make hay about how this was because "there was hardly a drop of kingly blood left in our so-called royals" due to a string of rather opaque successions, but the line of Emperors and Empresses nonetheless enjoyed wide popular support in the imperial core all the same.

The source of Imelia's power as an empire was its breadth of steampowered technology that facilitated production and logistic on a level hitherto thought impossible. Fast, durable ships allowed the empire to subjugate and keep tabs on smaller nations across the vast seas, as well as shipping the riches of the imperial periphery back to the core with unmatched efficiency.

The Coal Wars, one could argue, started long before any military conflict. If one were to define the start of a war as the point at which it became an inevitability rather than a possibility, the Coal Wars started once the last coal mine in the Imelian hills was closed due to a tunnel collapse in the last yielding tunnel making retrieving what little coal unprofitable. In the public eye, this piece of news registered as little less than a curious piece of trivia, as the vast coal mines of Pelia, the empire's biggest colony had outproduced Imlish mines for about a decade and showed no sign of slowing down.

In the halls of government, though, worry was brewing as Imelian reliance on colonial goods and resources was already at worrying levels as industrial pollution had rendered many farms and logging operations in the imperial core unviable. To further add to these anxieties, the political landscape in Pelia had grown unstable as the sheer number of native-born Pelians in the colony made whispers of emancipation all but inevitable.

Fearing the loss of Pelian coal functionally crippling the empire, Imelia cracked down hard on the Pelian Independence Movement. Unfortunately, this had the effect of further radicalizing the group, leading to an armed mob delivering an ultimatum to then-viceroy Aron Loams demanding a formal declaration of self-emancipation. Loams complied, giving him the sobriquet of "The Traitor Viceroy" in Imelian media and culture.

Voices in the Imelian government called for a swift and immediate war to chastise the wayward colony, but one very notable voice opposed this. Empress Laiane of Imelia had seen her power wane in favor of the Imperial Council over the last decades, but a firm no from her was still enough to silence the voices of all but the most insistent Warhawks. The empress's solution was to send an elite squad from the 3rd Imelian Steampowered Brigade to apprehend Loams for treason and install a loyal viceroy.

Unfortunately, it matters little whether the empress wished to avoid war for ideological or practical reasons, as her actions hastened war all the same. The attempted apprehending of Loams was thwarted by loyalist forces who drove out the Imelian invaders in the first military action of the cascade of wars that were to be named The Coal Wars. In the heat of the fight, Loams and his wife were both killed, but this cold comfort turned out to be anything but.

In their efforts to removing Loams from power, the Imelians had made him into a martyr, and their attempt at installing a loyal viceroy had failed. The people of Pelia, on the urging of the independence faction, elected its first government, whose platform, nicknamed "The Loams Plan," called for mobilization and a sustained war against their former imperial masters.

This, alone, would prove a sizable headache for Imelia as the rocky coasts and well-guarded harbors of Pelia were a tough nut to crack even under ideal circumstances. Unfortunately, Pelia was not the only colony to rise up. Emboldened by the relative weakness of Imelia and the apparent success of Pelian independence, several of Imelia's smaller and less powerful colonies also seized upon the chance. Not all demanded independence, but the vast majority sent either demands for freedom or strongly worded suggestions for more favorable trade and taxation.

Driven into a fervor by their own war propaganda, the Imelian Imperial council formulated a plan to send its armies on a world tour of subjugation, using apropriated resources from the defeated colonies to reinforce supplies, while Imelia's superior navies would blockade Pelia to "soften them up" for a large-scale invasion.

Fortunately for Imelia's former colonies, this plan did not work as intended, as the technologically superior Imelian troops found themselves stuck in quagmire after quagmire as resistance in even minor colonies turned out difficult to entirely uproot thanks to an emphasis on guerilla tactics and exploiting Imelia's poor standing among colonists to sabotage supply lines. Several of the intended "easy targets" dragged on for so long that even the more prosperous colonies ended up as net losses for the invaders.

Growing frustration with the lack of clear victories was only compounded by the news that the Pelian blockade had very little impact on both morale and logistics of the young nation. Granted, there was not a force in the world that could break the blockade by the top-of-the-line Imelian navy, but Pelia had produced more than it used for decades, and the lack of certain Imelian luxuries did little to dampen the fervor of the Pelian people.

As Imelian coal reserves grew perilously low and the smoke of charcoal burners contributed to Imils already considerable smog problems, the decision to invade Pelia despite both logistical and strategic challenges came up in the Imelian Council. Unlike the last time the topic of war with Pelia came up, no strong voices rose to oppose the motion.

During the prosecution of the war, Empress Laiane had died without an heir, which left the Council as an interim ruling body until a sufficiently relevant member of her dynasty could be located. As the Council called for a full-scale invasion of Pelia, it was with a cold certainty that the age of Emperors and Empresses in Imelia was over.

Tune in next time for the conclusion to the story of The Coal Wars where we cover the rise of capital and the fall of a once great empire, as well as get around to connecting this whole sordid tale to the status quo of The Clockwork Boy

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[angeldcgs]

though the woman on the other side of the door seemed enthusiastic, sammie couldn't help but suspect things were too good to be true. she was perfectly nice, but she was almost too nice— pretty girls didn't just act like that for no reason, especially to guys like him. or zeke, for that matter, though he happened to think of himself as quite the charmer. something had to be up, and all he wanted to do was turn right around and scurry on over to the next house in search of another, hopefully less attractive, new recruit. "i'm so-sorry-y miss, we c-can't sta-ay, we—" before he could even attempt to politely decline her offer, zeke was jumping at the chance to spend more time around her, agreeing to her offer without a glance cast back to check if his brother was ok, and all sammie could do was grit his teeth. more than just being nervous around pretty women, he had a healthy distrust of strangers— their religion encouraged them to treat everyone as if they were their neighbors, but after what had been done to them, he operated with a considerable amount of caution. as if things weren't already out of hand enough, yet another beautiful woman appeared, yapping away about her uncle who wasn't really her uncle and flustering him even further. "ze-eke," he leaned in and lowered his voice so only his brother could hear, always able to speak with a bit more ease when only referring to him. "we should g-go..."

this must've been a gift from god. after spending their whole lives dutifully worshipping the lord, following his every word and never stepping a toe out of line, they were finally being rewarded in the form of this enchanting stranger. well, zeke had never been as devout as his brother, willing to bend the rules when it came to sins he didn't deem all that harmful. what was so wrong with a little self gratification now and again? if god didn't want him to, he shouldn't have given him hands, and a dick, and his own room. "it's not invite only, or anything! you can come anytime, we're always welcoming new folks," he beamed at her, completely entranced by her good girl act. there was nothing suspicious to him about her response. unlike his brother, who could barely make eye contact with strangers, zeke had been blessed with the gift of gab, somehow managing to endear even the grumpiest of folks with his amiable, puppy-like demeanor, and surely she was no different. "we'd love to!" his words overlapped with his brother's, barely even registering that he'd spoke amidst the trance she'd put him in, and far too excited to care even if he had heard him. a pretty girl was talking to him, a pretty girl invited him into her home— a pretty girl was touching him! he couldn't help but giggle and blush at the contact, and if he had a tail, it'd be wagging profusely. his eyes widened in delight as another woman appeared from out of the blue, unsure which one to focus on as his gaze bounced between them both, only realizing his mouth was left agape when he felt a bit of wetness collect at the corner of his lips. "maybe!" he felt somewhat dazed, suddenly hot all over, though it wasn't due to the weather. "what's his name? i'm zeke, by the way, and this is sammie. it's real nice to meet you both." his head barely turned to regard his brother as he spoke, giving him a brief look of impatience before simply tugging on his wrist to get him to follow the girls into their home. "it's fine..." he whisper-hissed, praying that he wouldn't ruin this for them. "joining you for what?" with his attention back on the girls, he practically bounced down the hallway, willing to do just about anything in order to keep their attention.

"well gosh, guys! i've been waiting for an invitation." with her voice pulled extra high, caroline fluttered her lashes at the younger of the pair before casting a brief glance down to the pamphlet shoved into her hand. her father would be happy to hear that there was a church near by her new home, in fact she wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that he’d called and asked them to double check that his baby new there was one nearby. after saving enough to move out, she’d revelled in the relief of never having to step foot in a church again, never having to listen to a stupid hymn or be shoved into a confessional to beg to be absolved of sins she didn’t believe were all that wrong in the first place. if it were anyone else but a couple of cute boys who had shown up at the door, then she might’ve let them go. unfortunately for them, her ego had been bolstered and there was too much fun to be had with a couple of goody-two-shoes like them. “that sounds so great! but, like, do you want to come in for a little? it’s so hot out here and you both look like you’ve caught the sun.” she pouted and reached out to press a hand to zeke’s forehead, reddened from the midday heat.

"oh! boys!" from behind caroline, a mass of dark curls popped up as julie made her way from the bathroom, heading back towards the living room where she’d been helping her friend stretch in preparation for their pilates lesson. she took a glance down the pamphlet and let out a soft hum of understanding, though the reality of how much she truly understood could be argued by her vacant stare. “do you know my uncle?” she blinked up at the pair, expecting them to know the man she spoke of without any other information offered. “or, well, he technically isn’t my uncle. he’s just my mom’s friend so i don’t know what that makes him to me. he really likes jesus though-“ her ramblings were cut short when caroline began to reverse back into the house, nodding the boys to follow her inside. "are you guys joining us? i only brought two mats..."

[plant-pluto]

Hey, Neighbor!

Rodrick Heffley x GN! Reader

Kicking Bill out of the band after the talent show caused löded diper to need a new guitarist, luckily Rodrick  just got a new next door neighbor.

Links- Chapter One(rewritten), Chapter Two(rewritten), Chapter Three(rewritten), Chapter Four(rewritten), Chapter Five(rewritten)

Chapter Five

Notes-Rodrick finally finds out you play guitar! Hugging ensues and also like platonic cuddles

Wordcount: 3,450

    It was finally Thursday, a day before you were supposed to sit in on one of Rodrick’s band practices. But unfortunately, as you opened your eyes they felt heavy, limbs feeling like they were made of stone. 

    You tried to get out of bed, you wanted to tell your mom about your condition before she left for work. Draping a blanket over your shoulders, you made your way down the stairs. Your mom turned around due to your loud footsteps. 

    “You’re up early, what’s wrong?” Your mom looked at the blanket around your shoulders. You sniffled, your nose was clogged,” I think I might be sick.” Your mom rolled her eyes,” You better not be lying [Y/N].”

    She walked over to you, feeling your forehead,” You’re burning up! Go get advil from the cabinet, I got to go to work. Oh! Ask that Rodrick kid to drop off your brother. Bye!” The door finally closed. You walked upstairs after taking an advil, Jeremy stopped to look at you in the hallway,” What’s up with you?”

    You rolled your eyes,” I’m sick, Mom said I could stay home, Rodrick can probably give you a ride still.” Jeremy whined,” How come you can stay home but I can’t!” You scoffed,” Cause I’m the one who’s sick dumbass.”

    You pushed past him, not waiting to hear anymore of his complaints. You fell back onto your bed, quickly getting comfortable. Before you slept, you opened your phone. You sent a text to your group chat with Ingrid and Nick, ‘not gonna be in school today i got sick :[‘

    Then you sent a text to Rodrick, ‘i’m sick. so u dont have to give me a ride, can you still drop off my brother tho?’ You fell asleep before you even got a response. 

    -

    Rodrick looked at the texts you sent him, ‘ ya i can still drop your brother off, why wouldnt i???’ He felt unsatisfied with the typed out message and sent another,’ hope you feel better tho’ And with the messages finally sent, he went down the stairs, “GREG HURRY UP LET’S GO! WE’RE LIKE TEN MINUTES LATE!” 

    He was lying of course, but his little brother didn’t need to know that. He laughed as he saw Greg trip, causing him to almost fall down the stairs. Walking out the door, he twirled his keys in his hand.

    He saw [Y/N]’s little brother across the street and gestured for him to get in. The wait was short, Jeremy only having to cross the street.

    SLAM

    Greg slammed the door shut behind him,” Where’s [Y/N]?” Greg asked, noticing that the bright-haired person wasn’t in the van. “They're sick, my mom let them stay home.” Jeremy responded.

    Rodrick pulled out of the driveway, laughing as he heard Greg complain,” What?! Rodrick! We’re not ten minutes late, you made me rush for nothing!” Rodrick laughed and turned up the radio’s volume, hitting another bump as he did. “Sorry Greg! Can’t hear you!” he mocked.

    The music blasted as he sped through the lanes, trying to get to the middle school as fast as possible. They made it surprisingly, “Alright now get out of my van.” Rodrick said jokingly to the two kids who were dazed in the back. Hopefully his driving didn’t make them throw up or something, he would not want to clean that up.

    SLAM

    The door slammed shut once more and Rodrick left the middle school parking lot. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel, mimicking the sounds coming from the radio. He nodded his head along to the music,” Maybe I can stay home today.” He spoke to himself aloud.

    He didn’t know why but he wanted to,” Maybe it’s cause [Y/N]’s staying home.” He rolled his eyes at the thought that had entered his brain. But then he actually took it into consideration. 

    Although he only knew them since Sunday, he realized quickly that they had practically become attached at the hip since then. Everyone around Plainview grew accustomed to seeing the two together. He was glad though, you were a really good friend.

    He smiled, finally making it up in his mind that he was going to stay home today. Slightly hoping you felt well enough for you two to hangout. Rodrick stopped at the store, maybe he could get you some soup or something.

    The Stop & Shop parking lot wasn’t too occupied, there was a regular amount of cars there. He really hoped that he didn’t run into his mom. Not focusing on parking well, he hastily pulled into a parking spot. Twisting his keys and pulling them out, he opened the door, he slightly tripped as he exited.

    He walked into the store, not caring to get a cart or a basket, “ Do I even have my wallet on me?” He pondered as he patted himself down. He pulled it out of his pant’s pocket, holding it in his hand as he walked down to the canned goods aisle.

    -

    You woke up dazed, you were lightheaded and kinda sweaty. The advil you took definitely helped though. You moved your hand around, looking for your phone. Once it was found, you turned it on. You saw various texts sent like two hours ago. A few 'get well!:D’ texts from Ingrid and Nick which made you smile. You also read the text Rodrick sent, glad that your brother got a ride.

    As you were reading Rodrick’s, a little typing bubble popped up. You waited eagerly patiently,’can i come over???’ Another one was sent hastily,’only if u want me to tho, i bought you soup’

    You grin broke out on your face, and you typed a response,’arent u supposed to be in school? but ya come over anyways.’

    You looked out the window to see Rodrick get out of his van, can of soup in hand. You knocked on your window to try and get his attention.

    Clank clank clank

    You saw him jump slightly at the noise, he looked up at you. And you laughed as you waved, he jokingly flipped you off and knocked on your door.

    Instead of going down to meet him, you opened your window,” Rodrick! I’m gonna drop my keys so that you can let yourself in.” You heard a faint,” Okay!” from down below and you got off your bed. Grabbing the keys from your desk, you dropped your keys out of your window.

    Clink

    You saw the top of Rodrick’s head as he bent down to pick your keys up. You laughed and shut your window, coughing lightly. You heard the creak of the door,” MAKE SURE TO TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF RODRICK!” you yelled, straining your voice which caused you to cough again.

    The door closed, and you heard footsteps rushing up the stairs. And in contrast to the heavy footsteps, there were a few light knocks at your door. “ Come in Rodrick.” Your throat was scratchy, “ Maybe I shouldn’t have yelled..” That thought quickly exited your head as Rodrick entered your room.

    You noticed him look around slightly, his eyes traveling to all the posters around your room. And finally, he locked eyes with you. You smiled and patted a space on your bed,” If you mind getting sick you can sit at my desk.” 

    Rodrick shook his head and walked over to you, the bed dipping with his added weight. This caused you to slide closer to him. You were close yet there was the tiniest gap between you. You coughed into your arm,”Oh, right! I can like heat up your soup.” 

    You nodded, you were getting hungry. “Do you want me to go downstairs with you?” Rodrick looked at you,” Are you sure [Y/N]?” You nodded. Rodrick gave you a look,” I mean, if you're up for it?” 

    He got off your bed, and so did you. Blanket draped around your shoulders, you trailed behind him,” My house should have the same layout as yours Rodrick.” He nodded, and headed down the stairs. Soon you made it to the kitchen and sat on a countertop. 

    Rodrick looked at the can, then at you,” Do you have a can opener?” You nodded and pointed to the drawer next to the fridge. He rummaged through the drawer for a second, then he pulled out the dark blue can opener.

    He looked at it for a second, eyebrows furrowing,” Do you know how to use this?” You snorted,” No.” You both stood in silence for a second, you laughed as Rodrick pulled his phone out of his pocket.

    After a quick google search, Rodrick was finally able to get the can open. He showed it off to you proudly and you lightly clapped for him. Can in hand, Rodrick popped open the microwave. You looked at him shocked,” Rodrick!” He turned around to you, confused,”...What?” 

    You gaped at him,” You cannot put that in the microwave bro.” He looked at you sheepishly,” I knew that duh…I was just joking.” You chuckled and shook your head,” Get a pot from that cabinet and put it on the stove.” 

    Rodrick followed your instructions,” Okay now turn on the stove and put the soup in there. Put in a little water too, it’s too salty on its own.” Rodrick nodded,” So do we just wait now.” You laughed,”Yup. Now we just wait.”

    You looked at Rodrick,” Soooo, why didn’t you go to school today?” Rodrick shrugged,” Didn’t feel up to it.” You smirked and teased him,” Is it cause I wasn’t going? Awe Rodrick you’re too sweet.” 

    Your teasing backfired however as Rodrick nodded,” Yeah that was part of the reason.” You looked at him, face heating up,” You cannot be serious, I don’t want you missing school cause of me!” 

    Rodrick shook his head, smirking,” It’s not just cause of you though. I said it was part of the reason.” You smiled,” Was the other part of your reason was you wanting to take care of your best friend.”

    He threw his head back as he laughed,” I wouldn’t say best, but yea sure I wanted to take care of my best friend who I care for so deeply.” You laughed,” Yeah Yeah! Your best friend cares for you too.” 

    Sizzle Sizzle

    Your head whipped to the pot, Rodrick already running over to turn the heat off, mumbling a chorus of,” Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You watched as soup ran down the sides of the pot, you laughed, you couldn’t help it. Rodrick followed soon after he turned the stove off. 

    You finally got off the counter and got two bowls and two spoons. Rodrick watched as you poured an equal amount of soup into each bowl. “We can eat this in my room if you want.” You grabbed the bowl and put your spoon in. 

    “Yeah that sounds good.” Rodrick said as he did the same. Walking up the stairs, your blanket still managed to hang on to your shoulders. Climbing the stairs, your legs started to feel heavy once more. You pushed through and eventually made it to your room door and sat on the floor.

    Rodrick sat across from you, a spoonful of soup already ready to be eaten. You both finished your meal in silence, the warmth making your throat hurt less.

    -

    Rodrick took the time to observe their room as you were both eating. He looked at all the pairs of platforms they owned, then to the various band posters around their room. He noted that he liked a few of the artists from the posters they hung up.

    His gaze wandered to the end of their bed, an instrument case that looked suspiciously like a guitar caught his eye,” Holy shit!” Rodrick spoke suddenly. They looked at him, soup finished,” What?”

    Rodrick looked at [Y/N] then to their guitar,” You play guitar?! What kind?!” Rodrick asked excitedly. They answered,” Yeah I play electric guitar.” Rodrick’s brain was scattered, they just kept getting cooler. “ Remember how you were gonna watch my band practice?”

    They nodded,” Yeah, it’s tomorrow right?” Rodrick nodded with excitement,” Yeah! But what if you played with us instead! I’ve actually been trying to find someone to be lead guitarist.” He watched as they broke into a grin, an expression he’s come to like seeing,” Sure! I’ve been wanting to play in a band!”

    -

    You were so excited! You finally got to play with people instead of by yourself. “God! Rodrick I’m so excited I- Can I hug you right now?” You waited until you saw him nod. You laughed and launched yourself at him. 

    Thud

    You and Rodrick fell to the ground. “Shit Rodrick are you okay?!” You felt his body shake with laughter, and soon you laughed too. Your arms were still around Rodrick, and soon you felt his arms snake around you. 

    You sat up, getting off of Rodrick,” I’m glad we became friends Rodrick.” He nodded,” Yeah me too, I like hanging out with you.” You smiled,” Yeah me too, I can’t wait to play with you tomorrow!”

    You looked at him, him doing the same. You sat in silence for however long it was, the both of you content to just be in each other's presence. Your eyes gleamed as you remembered something,” Wanna watch a movie on my laptop? I’ll let you pick!”

    You noticed Rodrick shake his head slightly after he was done zoning out,” Yeah sure.” You smiled and got onto your bed, you set up your pillows to rest diagonally on your headboard. Finally finding your laptop, you sat on the side closest to the window and patted the spot next to you.

    Rodrick climbed onto your bed, sitting down next to you, but he still left some distance. You handed him the laptop, deciding to look out the window instead. It was still sunny out, everyone else was probably in school. Noticing that Rodrick placed the laptop on your leg, you looked down at it,” What movie did you choose?”

    He looked at you as he answered,” Sonic.” You nodded, your sickness was finally catching up to you, making you tired once more. You tried your best to stay awake and watch the movie. But you couldn’t, and eventually you dozed off.

    -

    Rodrick turned over to look at [Y/N], opening his mouth, ready to make a joke, he quieted. They had fallen asleep. He smiled, and then he yawned. Noticing his fatigue, his eyes grew heavy, and eventually. He found himself falling asleep as well.

    He woke up in a daze, frantically patting around for his phone, he sighed when he finally found it. He checked the time, it was 2:35, school would be out soon. He looked at the laptop that rested on both his and [Y/N]’s legs. The movie was over by now, so instead he looked over to his friend.

    They were resting peacefully. The sun casting a nice light on their [S/C] skin, Rodrick looked them over. They had faint bags under their eyes, however Rodrick couldn’t help but be concerned even though his sleep schedule was beyond fucked. Suddenly, they shifted, body moving suddenly. Startled, Rodrick quickly turned his eyes elsewhere, not wanting to get caught staring if they woke up.

    Instead of waking though, they closed the little gap of space that was left between them. Rodrick didn’t mind of course, touch was a gesture of affection Rodrick liked to receive. He didn’t want anyone knowing that of course.

    But, the new weight that rested on his side was something he greatly appreciated. He leaned into the touch, accepting it, shifting ever-so-slightly so that he was also comfortable. Their head now rested on his chest, with his arm wrapped around them to kind of squeeze them in close.

    He used his free arm to grab his phone, snapping a few dumb pictures of him poking their face and whatnot. If he wasn’t so busy cuddling them, maybe he’d even grab a marker and scribble something on their face. He laughed at the thought, [Y/N] moving along with his chest.

    He sighed, letting his body relax even further into the bed as he began to scroll through social media.

        -

    You woke up blearily, headache gone and feeling a lot better. You inhaled, taking a deep breath to try to wake up more. However, you were met with the smell of old spice, and as you glanced up. You quickly realized you were not laying on a pillow. 

    You felt your face begin to warm, gears shifting in your head,” Oh you're finally up?” Rodrick’s voice made your face heat up even more. “ Yeah, what time is it?” You tried to keep your tone steady, attempting to hide how flustered you were.

    “ Around 2:50ish, sorry if you're uncomfortable with me cuddling you by the way, you kinda just layed on me while you were sleeping.” You were losing your shit in your head,” No it's fine! It’s actually kinda nice. ” 

    You weren’t lying, it was nice, plus you didn’t really mind the affection. “Oh okay! Cool, cool.” You chuckled a little, and you noticed Rodrick became relaxed. You smiled, content and comfortable,” Do you wanna watch another movie?” 

    He shrugged,” I don’t know, whaddya wanna watch?” You thought for a moment,” We could watch Scary Movie.”

    Rodrick nodded,” Yeah that sounds good, which one?” You shrugged,” I don’t know, you pick.”

    You watched as he put on the first movie, laughing at the opening scene. He laughed along, both of you immersed in watching the film. Your mom came home as the movie ended, her hand knocking on your door.

    “ [Y/N], honey can I come in?” You gave her the okay, and your door opened. She looked at you cuddled up with Rodrick and she smirked.

    “ Rodrick, hi, how are you?” You groaned internally, you knew she was going to tease you about this later. Rodrick’s arm left your side,” Oh, hi Ms,[L/N]. I’m good, how are you?”

    She responded, smiling,” Oh I’m great! I’m gonna go make some dinner, you’re welcome to join us!” She closed the door behind her as she left, her footsteps thudding down the stairs.

    A calm silence filled the air as you both began to scroll through social media on your phones. You laughed at some dumb video, and showed Rodrick, who laughed along with you. It was like this for a while, until your mom shouted from downstairs,” DINNERS READY!”

    You sat up, reluctantly putting an end to your cuddle-sesh with Rodrick. Exiting your room with him following behind, you both made your way down the stairs. Entering the kitchen and grabbing yourself bowls, you walked over to the dining room.

    Your mom was already sitting at the table,” I made beef stew, hope you guys like it!” You smiled at her, grabbing yourself a serving and some rice,” Thanks mom!” Rodrick nodded, mumbling a quick thanks as you both began to eat.

    Your mom was the first one to break the silence, “So [Y/N], how are you feeling?” You looked at your mom as you answered and shrugged,” I don’t know…better? I think, Rodrick came by and made soup.”

    Your mom looked between you and him, a smile creeping onto her face,” Did he now?” You nodded, continuing to eat your food. She glanced at the both of you once more, and finished her meal, leaving you two at the table.

    You soon finished after her, waiting until Rodrick was done, you grabbed your bowl and placed it in the sink, following your actions Rodrick did the same. He looked down at his phone,” I should probably head home.” 

    You nodded, and walked him to your door, watching as he slipped his shoes on,” Goodnight Rodrick!” 

    He smiled, and opened the door,” Night [Y/N]! Seeya at practice tomorrow.” You smiled as he closed the door, but as you turned around, your mom was right there.

    “ Sooo, you're awfully close with Rodrick, hm?” You jokingly glared at her,” Mom! It’s not like that, we’re just friends!”

    She laughed,” Sorry! Sorry, you know I’m just teasing, goodnight [Y/N].” You smiled,” Night mom.”

    You went up the stairs, doing your nightly routine, you retreated to the attic. Ready to rest for the night, you shut off your lights. Before you closed the curtains, you saw Rodrick, and he saw you. You smiled and mouthed a quick ‘Good night’. 

    He smiled back and mouthed ‘thank you too’. And with that, you shut your curtains, smile still wide on your face. God you were so excited for band practice tomorrow.

[jdaydreamer3]

Hey there. I was just thinking about All for Love the other day, and was wondering if you’ve written scenes for the next part yet? I love the journey you’ve taken us on, and I wanted to let you know there’s still people very much interested in this story. 🥰

Hello, Anon! I'm very sorry to say that I haven't written any new scenes for All for Love in (cough) six months, according to my scrivener app. Work has definitely been forefront of my mind for some time, but I think that is finally beginning to lessen a little.

I do still intend to finish the story, and I am very appreciative of your continued interest. It definitely encourages me to know that you still want to see how the story unfolds.

Hopefully the following little snippet will be something that interests you. :-)

"Something smells good in here," Myka says walking into the kitchen where Helena stands among a counter heaped with various pans, measuring cups, spoons, not to mention sugar, eggs, butter, and flour that also happens to be gracing her cheek at the moment. "And someone is very busy," she grins. "What are you baking?"

"Well it was meant to be a surprise. I thought you would be occupied in the office a little while longer."

"I was in the middle of reading your latest chapter, making notes, but like I said, something smelled too good, I had to investigate." She steps closer to Helena, slipping her arm around her waist. "Or maybe it is someone who smells so good," she says nuzzling in Helena's neck, kissing her throat.  “You taste pretty sweet too.” 

Helena moans.  “Now, now, no distractions until the surprise is finished baking."

"You're the one that's a distraction. You look so cute and sexy wearing an apron, you know that?"

"Be that as it may," Helena stutters out a breath when Myka tightens her hold and begins to lick at her neck.  She moans again, her head falling back on Myka’s shoulder to lend her more access.  A moment passes. “What was I saying?" she asks genuinely confused, Myka doing a fair job of making her incapable of thought just from her touch.

"Something about being a distraction."

"Right, you Mrs. Bering-Wells are a considerable distraction to me. And I won't be thwarted, especially after I've gone to so much trouble to make this surprise for you."

"Thwarted, really?" Myka laughs loosening her hold. 

"Yes, thwarted. And where do you think you're going," she asks pulling Myka back against her.

"I thought you wanted me to leave."

"I never said that. I just didn't want to be distracted so much that I would forget about the surprise."

"Mmm, okay. How about a compromise?”

"I'm listening."

"The timer over the microwave says you've got sixteen minutes before the surprise is ready. How about we spend that time making out on the sofa?" Myka grins, knowing the reaction that will cause.

Helena doesn't disappoint, her eyes widening at the forward suggestion from her usually reserved wife. "Why, Mrs. Bering-Wells, what would the neighbors say?" she feigns shock.

"I don't really care. They're not as lucky as I am to have you for a make-out partner."

"Too true. Very well, I accept your terms," she says taking Myka by the hand and pulling her to the sofa, gently guiding her down upon it before she carefully straddles her legs. "Comfy?" she asks, eyes full of mirth and such love.

"Perfect," Myka smiles up at her, lifting a hand to cup Helena's cheek, using her thumb to brush the flour away.

Helena can stand it no longer, moving forward to place her mouth over Myka's in a languid kiss.

[sslow-dancer]

“You Need Some Help?” (Josuke Higashikata x Reader)

Warnings: none!

tags: gender-neutral, gender-inclusive, josuke x reader, sfw, fluff, new school, new kid

Description: It’s your first day at Budogaoka High, Josuke notices your confusion and agrees to show you around the school. Along the way, he introduces you to his friends and decide to hang out.

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You walk down the streets of Morioh, doing your best not to get distracted by the numerous signs of shops you pass by. Your knees occasionally hitting the new school bag you have in your hands.

It was a new town, new school, new people to you and your family. However, despite having to create new (probably awkward) introductions in this town, your parents seemed extremely happy when you all arrived. Going from living in Osaka all the way to Morioh was a drastic change. Osaka was constantly loud and full of tourists, you almost felt like you saw more foreigners than Japanese citizens. Though, you still miss those loud noises and tourists in a way. Morioh is quiet, receives visitors in the warmer seasons and rather friendly for the most part, making your parents even more excited when you moved there.

You look at the time on your watch, it reads, 8:00AM. You sigh stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, meeting the entrance of the school. Your eyes dart at the multiple groups of boys and girls around your age laughing and communicating with their friends as they enter and hang out around the school. You bite your lip, scanning around to see if there’s anyone who can help you navigate the school. Gosh, I don’t want to be late! you think.

“You need some help?” A curious deep voice asks behind you. Your eyes widen, a little startled at this person’s sudden question. You turn around, you’re in aww when you perceive the person in front of you.

The person is a boy of around 6-foot height, his hair in a 1950s-like pompadour, a chiseled face, sapphire eyes and is wearing a uniquely decorated school uniform. You almost blush at his rather handsome appearance, but you manage to stop yourself from doing so. You stutter,

“y-yeah. I do. I’m uh- new here.” you laugh slightly, hoping he doesn’t point out your nervousness. Though to your surprise, he only replies politely with a kind smile on his face,

“Oh okay well, I can show you around-“

“Thank you so much-“

“but first, I’d like to know your name.”

You cringe at your rudeness of interrupting him, you clear your throat, ready to give him your name and your sincere apology,

“I apologize for interrupting your words but um, my name is L/N F/N. I go by my first name. It’s very nice to meet you.” you immediately bow after you’re done answering.

“Higashikata Josuke, nice to meet you.” he says with a bow back. Josuke smiles when he sees you nervously kicking at the pebbles on the ground. ‘They’re kind of cute’ he thinks. He breaks the silence,

“Now that that’s done, let me show you around. We got time for most of the school, I think.” He leads you to the entrance, you follow next to him as you both walk up the steps. He stops abruptly, his eyes scanning around the schoolyard,

“That’s weird...”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well my friends usually meet me around this time so we can go to class together, but they’re somehow not here yet. Huh, weird.” You bite your lip, he lets out a sigh,

“It’s whatever, I’ll just see them later. Let’s go. I don’t wanna be responsible for you being late on the first day. Come on.” He waves you over to show you around the first floor. You nod, placing your bag over your shoulder as you follow him in.

Though the school is large, Josuke managed to explain the different sections and hallways pretty well. You were impressed at how the map wasn’t very useful. He’s nice enough to lead you to your first home room class.

“So basically this is it, here’s your room and hopefully you remember your way around after.” You chuckle at his statement. You point,

“You aren’t part of 1A?”

“Oh no, I’m part of 1B but it’s not far from here. If ya want, I can wait outside for you once class is over.”

“Oh no! That’s alright, thank you though. I think I’ll be fine.” You chime, smiling at him. Josuke smiles, he waves at you,

“Well I’m off, I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah!”

And with that, the bell rings and you’re off to first period.

~ Time Skip ~

You practically sprint out of your seat once dismissal arrives. You were rather hungry despite having lunch earlier, the bento your mother prepared you that morning didn’t fill you up. You rush out the class to avoid getting pushed by multiple students gathering outside the schoolyard to walk home, get picked up and wait for the bus. You’re surprised to hear your name get called out once you’re close to the gates,

“Hey! Hey! Wait up!”

You turn around to see Josuke, his body pressed against the front doors stairs’ railing with 2 other guys standing next to him. They both turn their heads to look at you, one of them slightly taller than the other. He waves again to get you to come closer,

You blink, walking back towards their direction. He smiles when you meet face to face, he holds his hand out to them,

“These are my friends, Okuyasu and Koichi. Okuyasu, Koichi, this is Y/N.”

You blush, you aren’t one to be introduced to people, you’re usually the one introducing yourself. The slightly shorter one, Koichi, smiles and nods at you,

“It’s very nice to meet you. Josuke was just telling us about you!”

You nod, blushing even more at the fact that you were even worth speaking about. Okuyasu furrows his eyebrows, putting his hands in his pockets as he looks you up and down,

“Huh, you are pretty cute-“ Koichi nudges his arm harshly, Okuyasu lets out an “ow” and frowns as he backs up from you.

You giggle, “it’s okay Koichi,” you turn to Okuyasu and nod, “I bet he meant no harm.”

Josuke rubs at his neck, waiting for the slightly awkward introduction to end. You look behind you and sigh,

“I gotta go. It was lovely meeting you all but I’m really hungry and need to get back home-“

“You’re hungry? Well actually, we were just about to get some lunch together at that new Italian place that just opened. You wanna come?” Josuke asks curiously.

You bite your lip, looking at your watch. You let out deep breath and nod. ‘Josuke did ask so nicely so.. why not?’ you think.

You all decide to walk down to the restaurant. You make quick conversation with Okuyasu and Koichi. Josuke walks next to you, keeping quiet. He takes a few quick glances at you, wanting to speak but getting too shy to do so.

You are met with the friendly welcome of the main and only chef, Tonio. You learn that he’s originally from Italy and opened his restaurant in hopes of bringing people health and happiness with the help of his dishes.

You all spend around an hour there, talking and laughing as Tonio prepares the courses for you all. You are surprised when you learn about the bizarre things that happens to one’s body when one eats his meals. You about threw up when you gobbled up the pasta that Tonio claimed would help your sudden stomach pains. You were almost scared that he was trying to hurt you and that Josuke and his friends played you but luckily, that was not the case and definitely not something you’d expect out of the boys you met.

Josuke slightly glares at Okuyasu as he tries to continuously flirt at you. He didn’t know why he felt a sense of frustration but he did know that he wanted to speak to you. Perhaps it was jealousy? Though Josuke didn’t want to take that into consideration.

You wave a goodbye to Tonio, smiling as you think about how much you’re going to tell your parents about this place. You let out an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction as the four of you exit the restaurant. You jump excitedly,

“That was so fun! Thanks for inviting me guys.” You say with a huge grin on your face. You didn’t know you’d open up this fast but in a way, you were glad that you did.

“Sure! We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Koichi says, waving at you. Okuyasu walks next to Koichi, waving too “you stay cute, alright?”

You giggle nodding, waving as you watch them walk down the sidewalk. You turn to Josuke,

“Hey, aren’t you going down with them? Oku told me your neighbors.”

“Yeah but um.. I was hoping I could walk you home..”

Your eyes widen, his suggestion making your heart flutter. Josuke laughs nervously,

“That’s unless you don’t want me to! I just thought ‘cause it can be a bit dangerous to walk around this late especially when you’re new in town and I-“

You cut him off, “I’d love if you did that. Thank you.”

It’s Josuke’s turn for his heart to flutter. He was beginning to think that he liked you, but not so much in a friend kind of way. But then again, he had just met you so he didn’t know why he was acting so shy.

You lead him to your house, which was luckily not to far from Tonio’s place. The walk was fairly quiet, but not awkward at all. You enjoyed the silence shared between you two. You stop in your tracks, facing him,

“Well, this is it. Thank you again, I wish for your walk to be safe too.” You say to him, he smiles. God his smile is so cute, you think. Wait, what? Why am I thinking that?

Josuke sighs “yeah, thank you.” You notice the quietness in his voice, you chime,

“Hey, you alright? You didn’t talk much when we were with Koichi and Okuyasu.”

“I’m fine...I’m just-“

You nod for him to continue, he sighs,

“I- I wanted to ask if you’d like to hang out with me alone sometime after school this week? I wanna get to know you better...”

You blush at this. You look down at your feet, biting your lip as you think about hanging out with him. Well he is pretty cute...

“Again, if you’re not comfortable with that, that’s okay too! I’m not gonna force you or anything-“

You giggle at his nervousness, you nudge at his shoulder,

“Quit trying to take everything back. Of course I’ll hang out with you. After school, right?”

Josuke is taken aback by your confidence, but he manages to nod. You smile,

“Imma go. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You say, walking up to the front door. He nods again.

Josuke blushes hard once you’re out of his sight. He mentally beats himself up for being awkward as he walks back to his house. Though after a while, he manages to crack a smile once he realizes he was still able to ask you out.

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A/N: Hi! So I’m back :P

[fbfh]

dear baby; strawberry milkshakes - leo x reader parents au

words: 1.8k

summary: You and Leo are getting used to adulting together, when Chiron asks for your help. Next thing you know, there’s a little demigod for you two to take care of - and you’re not going to let her down.

warnings: almost boning but getting interrupted, shit is said twice, one use of fucking I think, mentions of orphanages and the foster care system, mentions of CPS, being at a CPS building, adopting a child, leo has trauma, leo and reader take in a child when you’re both 19, technically teen parents but not really, the kid has some trauma too, everyone has trauma but literally what’s new

au: sort of college + parents au

song recs: raining in new york mix - the bootleg boy (tw for some sort of sad dialogue samples), falling in love with love - bernadette peters in cinderella (1997)

a/n:  I saw a kids book called Sophia Valdez Future Prez and I know nothing about it but immediately knew I had to do a parents au where you and Leo have a daughter named sophia???????? also I accidentally gave myself baby fever whoopsie

also I was barely able to proof read this and had no brain while writing half of it so if the beginning feels rushed at all that’s why teehee

Straddling his lap, you start to take off Leo’s shirt. He tilts his head to the side as you nip at the skin gently. He moans softly, then tenses. 

"Shit!" He hisses, sitting up and pulling your shorts back up. You look at him bewildered, and he nods his head to the side, and you see a shimmery cloud that says that you have an incoming iris message from Chiron.  

"Oh shit," you echo, moving to a reasonable distance away from him, a thick throw blanket tossed gracefully across your legs and pulled up to cover your chest, and you're grateful your shirt hadn't been thrown across the room already. 

He pulls his shirt down and you toss him a throw pillow to cover his very obvious excitement. You give each other a ready as we'll ever be look and accept the call. 

"Hey Chiron… what's up?" Leo asks nonchalantly. 

"You must pardon my intrusion, dear children, I hope I'm not - er - interrupting anything.” “No, no, not at all,” you answer, hoping what you had been doing wasn’t too obvious in spite of how both of you are looking particularly flushed and deschevled, “we were just watching a movie.” 

Leo nods in agreement, and you list two different movies at the exact same time, the dark knight rises and moonstruck.

A beat passes, and you continue, “Double feature. Just finished Batman and we’re about to start Moonstruck.” 

Leo agrees. You can’t tell if Chiron is buying it, but he seems to move on relatively quickly. 

“Right. I’m afraid I must ask for your help with a rather time sensitive situation.” your brows furrow in unicen as he continues. 

He tells you about a young demigod a satyr found, not even four years old yet, but they haven’t been able to get her to camp. Apparently there were some complications, and CPS was called, now they’re looking for her parents to see if she’s going to a foster home or orphanage. If they can’t get to her before the CPS finishes processing her, she’ll be lost in the system. He’s asking older demigods and demigod families in New York, since processing time will go the fastest if the family or guardians are in-state. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but please consider taking her in, at least temporarily.” You and Leo share a look, hearts already hurting that life has gotten to this kid so soon. 

“I’ll give you some time to discuss this, please call me back as soon as you have an answer.” 

You agree, and the shimmery image of Chiron dissipates.

“... Oh my god,” you breathe. 

You turn to each other again, the same thing mirrored in each other's eyes. An immediate, unspoken conformation that there’s no way you can’t help this kid out passes between you. You know Leo, especially, will do whatever needs to be done to keep another orphaned demigod out of the foster system. The scope of the impact you could have on this kid’s life starts to dawn on you, and you lock eyes with Leo again, his face set in determination.��

“Estrella,” he starts, and you know what he’s going to say. 

“I know,” you confirm in agreement.

His leg is bouncing, and you lean over, grabbing a notepad and pen from the coffee table. Your mind is already racing, and you begin scribbling down a list of everything you’d need to do; get her a bed and clothes, research where she is in her developmental stages, put together a meal plan or at least some foods she’ll like - what do toddlers even eat? He starts pacing around the coffee table. 

“We gotta help this kid, we-” he cuts himself off, overwhelmed with determination. 

“We will.” you confirm, equally determined. You grab your laptop and start copying your list digitally so you can get everything organized. You stare at your reflection in the black screen while you wait for your computer to boot up. Once again, the reality of your situation hits you.

“We’re 19…” you state, in disbelief. Your mind is racing with doubts. What if you somehow make everything worse, what if you can’t handle it? He crouches next to you, placing his hand on your cheek.

“And we have a lot of love to give.” The smile in your eyes tells him that you know he’s right. You transcribe your writing, surprised that you’re okay with how fast this is all moving, and you let out another breathy laugh of disbelief. 

You go through your hastily made checklist, switching between tabs about child psychology, parenting advice, and kid’s furniture and clothes websites, strategizing with Leo on how you can pull this off, and a plan gradually comes together.

“I mean, this is a two bedroom,” he says as you look through pages of bed frames and mattresses, “we can clear out our studio and turn it into her room.” 

“And…” you add, checking yet another tab, “there’s a building nearby that rents out studio spaces and workshop areas. Ooh, and free parking.” you read on the website. It’s already late, but you send them an email anyway. Hopefully they’ll get back to you tomorrow. But for now… 

“We can get a bed tonight, but we’d have to hurry. We can probably get some pjs and maybe a stuffed animal while we’re there- toothbrush!” You exclaim, adding it to your list, “I knew I was forgetting something…”

 Leo stops pacing, and looks at you. “So… we’re doing this?” You can’t fight the smile on your face, and he already has his answer. 

“We’d better call Chiron back,” you say, excitedly bubbling out. You both enter the bathroom, and iris message chiron with mist from the shower. He answers almost immediately.

“We thought it over and…” you trail off, letting him finish.

“We want to help.” 

After changing into some presentable clothes and swinging by the store for a car seat and some other essentials (you almost forgot tooth paste this time), you’re driving with Leo to meet Chiron at the CPS office where they had Sophia - the girl Chiron told you about. You call the Ikea store not too far from your apartment, thankful you’re able to reach them before they close. You arrange to have them deliver a toddler bed to the spare bedroom in your apartment, your neighbor agreeing to let them in. Luckily, you had the presence of mind to get most of your and Leo’s stuff out of there, the corner of the living room now holding your desk and his drafting table. 

You’re still a little blurry on the details of how you’re going to get custody of this kid when you’re barely legal and have no ties to her or her family, but Chiron said he could work everything out. You assume the Mist will come in very handy. You and Leo discuss this on the way over. 

You can tell he’s worried. Knowing the horrors he went through in the foster system would be bad enough without all the demigod bullshit on top of everything. You take another deep breath. 

“This is what’s best for her,” he says matter of factly, “she needs to be with people who understand her.” You agree, and he continues, very fired up.

“She needs to be in an environment where she’s not going to be ignored and ostracized; she needs to be part of a family, not a fucking meal ticket.” 

You squeeze his leg supportively, and he takes another breath. 

“You’re right. And she’s going to get all of that.” He scoffs in agreement.

“There’s not a better place for someone like her than-”

“With someone like her.” you finish. He pulls into the parking lot and you enter, meeting Chiron in the building. Your hand holds Leo’s tightly, unsure of who’s shaking more. Chiron explains that he already had a discussion (wink wink) with the social worker, and knows that he has the perfect couple to take little Sophia in, and all you have to do is meet with her and sign some papers. 

So that brings you here, waiting outside the office door, holding each other’s trembling hands before finally entering. She doesn’t look up at you at first, until the social worker introduces you. Leo squeezes your hand, and she finally looks up, her eyes speaking a language you and Leo know. You know there is absolutely no going back from here, and you both sit down across from her. 

“Hi, you’re Sophia, right?” She looks away, clearly and understandably overwhelmed. 

“Don’t be rude, Sophia-” the social worker starts, but you cut her off. 

 “It’s okay, she didn’t do anything wrong.” you turn back to her, “You know, me and Leo have an extra bedroom at our apartment, and a kitten that I think would really like you. Do you want to come stay with us?” 

She doesn’t look back up right away, but she turns her head towards you. 

“Is it a boy or a girl?” she asks softly. How is she so precious already?

“A girl,” you reply, “named Jackhammer, because she purrs so loud.” 

She giggles, and you and Leo squeeze each other’s hands in unison.

“Really?” she asks. 

“Oh yeah,” you reply, “I’m sure she’d love to play catch the mouse with you.” She considers for a moment, then looks over at the social worker, who gives her an encouraging nod. After a moment of consideration, she replies quietly, “...Okay.” 

She hops down from her chair, and you both follow suit. The social worker hands you some papers, and you both sign. You guide her to the lobby, let Chiron know it went well and promise to update him soon, and bring her to the car. You pull out of the parking lot. 

Not long after leaving, you see a fast food place. 

“Are you guys hungry?” you ask, nudging Leo gently. 

“Yeah, I could definitely go for some fries. How bout you Sophia?” 

She nods, then asks quietly, “Can I get a milkshake?” 

Her expression is hesitant, and you get the sense she’s expecting a no. 

“Of course kiddo,” you say.

“What flavor do you want?” Leo finishes, turning to look at her. Her eyes are bright with hesitant excitement. 

“Strawberry, please.” 

After leaving the drive through, you have Leo search through your phone for any kid friendly music, and discover the only thing you have saved that’s appropriate for present company is the soundtrack to the Cinderella musical from 1997.

That’s how your little family started; driving late at night, singing along to Bernadette Peters, and drinking strawberry milkshakes.

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Past

Dreamcatcher Bora x Male Reader

9453 words

categories: smut, oral, anal, mommy kink, detective! sua

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“... okay oppa, thanks for letting me know.”

Senior Detective in-training Son Jooyeon ends the phone call before sighing deeply. Closing her eyes, she pinches her forehead together as she processes the information that was just received.

“What did he say?” Jooyeon opens her eyes and is met by Lieutenant Hyunjung sitting on the corner of her desk and Detective Jinsook sitting backwards on a chair.

“He was able to rendezvous with the source the Lieutenant provided him. Apparently he ran into one of the prisoners from the high profile Gangnam precinct escape. They’re looking into interviewing her neighbors.”

“So she was the person who lived in that empty apartment we went into?” Jinsook asked.

Jooyeon nodded. “I had a feeling based on this.” She held up the calling card left behind. “But thanks to oppa telling us about what he learned, we might be able to have a solid lead on the case.”

“Hopefully Mudkip’s gonna be alright. That source he asked me to contact did not sound happy to hear his name mentioned.” Hyunjung said, sipping on her bubble tea.

“Did you really have to give him that nickname?” Jinsook asked as she took the bubble tea from the lieutenant’s hand and took a sip.

“He and I are the same age after all,” Hyunjung said as she twirled a pen between her fingers. “I would rather give up bubble tea than call him oppa like the rest of you. Hyunjung hates calling people oppa.”

“That’s probably why Hyunjung is still single…” Jinsook replied, chewing on the soft pearls.

“Hyunjung is single because she wants to be! Hyunjung is not like Jiyeon or Jooyeon who open their legs up for their coworker.” Jooyeon’s eyes widened upon hearing this before her face began to redden with embarrassment.

As Lieutenant Hyunjung and Detective Jinsook began to take turns drinking bubble tea and arguing about the Lieutenant’s love life, Jooyeon stared at the computer screen. It was a series of still images from the CCTV footage of the Gangnam prison escape.

“BlackPink is the revolution…” she said to herself. “Please be safe, oppa.”

“So you’re telling me you slept with this bimbo?”

“... yes. And cut me some slack, how was I supposed to know she was a wanted criminal my precinct is after? It’s not like I go to every woman I meet and say ‘Hey, are you by any chance involved in organized crime?’ I’d probably be left in the hotel room naked and without my wallet.”

“Fair enough. Was she at least tight though?”

“Now I’m starting to remember how much of a pervert you are, Kim Bora.”

You and Detective Bora were currently en route to the apartment Jooyeon and Jinsook searched. Both of you went to the hotel you and Chaeyoung stayed at and unsurprisingly found it completely empty. The concierge informed you that she checked out twenty minutes after you left. The barren streets of Seoul at night made it a lot easier for you to drive without being pressured to increase your speed by someone behind you like during the daytime.

Arriving at the location Jooyeon told you about, Bora got out of the car and winked at you before swaying her hips as she entered the apartment complex. Sighing deeply, you followed suit.

Hearing a firm knock from the outside, a tenant opens their door to be greeted by Bora flashing her badge.

“Sorry to disturb you so late, ma’am. We just wanted to ask you a few questions about your neighbor across the hall.”

“Ah yes, Park Chaeyoung. Such a sweet girl. She kept to herself a lot but always greeted me and asked how my day was going whenever we saw each other. Is there something wrong?”

“We have reason to believe she may have gotten kidnapped.” Bora said, deciding to withhold the information from the elderly tenant.

“Oh my… Chaeyoung is a sweet girl. I don’t know why anyone would try to harm her. I’m sorry I can’t be of any  help, detectives.”

“It’s okay, ma’am. Thank you for your time.” you replied.

“Oh, wait!” The two of you turned around. “Chaeyoung hasn’t been home for a few days. Normally she lets me know when she’s going to be away so I can watch her dogs. But I found it strange she didn’t tell me anything this time.”

You placed your hand under your chin, deep in thought. Bora wrote down the woman’s statement on her phone.

“Are you two a couple?” she suddenly asked, getting your attention. As you were about to say something, Bora immediately responded.

“We are, thank you for noticing! We’ve been together for almost six years now.” She said, taking her arm into yours.

“It must be nice to work with someone you love. Although I can only imagine it gets stressful thinking about them whenever you’re not together, especially in your occupation.”

“It does, but we always promise to come back to each other. Isn’t that right, honey?” Bora asked, blinking her eyes quickly as she flashes you a hauntingly sweet smile. You looked at her and the elderly woman, unsure of how to respond. You end up scratching the back of your neck before smiling back at Bora.

“Have a nice evening, detectives. Make sure to eat something filling.” the woman said as Bora dragged you away, clinging onto your arm tightly.

When the two of you reach your car, you remove Bora’s arm from yours. She gives you another mischievous smirk as you look at her, annoyed.

“Did you really have to tell her we are a couple? And what’s with the whole six years thing?”

“Calm down. It’s not like she’ll do a background check on us. And I did it just in case she’s one of Chaeyoung’s informants. You and I were friends six years ago, remember? Plus, six is one letter away from sex. The very thing I offered you many times in that same timeframe.”

It was a chilly November evening in Seoul. You were playing a video game on your phone as you sat in a parked car outside of an apartment complex. Frustrated at being unable to clear the last part of the mission, you jumped slightly when you heard a knock coming from outside your mirror. You turn your head and are greeted warmly by Kim Bora’s smile and her waving excitedly at you. Motioning her to come inside, you unlocked the passenger side door.

“Hi, Bora.” you said to her the moment she closed the door.

“I’m so excited, I haven’t been to the amusement park in forever!” Bora squealed as she squished her cheeks with her gloves before turning on the seat warmer. Shaking your head, you smiled as you reached over and put the seatbelt on Bora. Her face started to redden from your close proximity to each other, something you failed to notice. After hearing the clicking noise of the seatbelt locking, you turned on the car and headed off.

“Bora, slow down! Hey, wait for me!” You couldn’t keep up with the happy, ball of energy that was Kim Bora as she immediately ran inside the park after getting her ticket scanned. You managed to catch up to her, panting heavily and remembering just how out of shape you were. Bora stood before you in a pair of dark jeans, knee high boots, and multiple layers of clothing under a tan coat. She complimented the look with a thick scarf protecting her neck.

“Hurry! I want hot chocolate!” Bora said to you, smiling widely.

“We… should rest… a bit. About… to die.” you replied.

Bora puffed her cheeks and pouted at you, kicking your leg softly. You laughed in response and removed Bora’s scarf. Before she could protest, you wrapped it delicately, making sure she would be warm. Her cheeks reddened once more as Bora stared at you wide-eyed, looking at how intensely you were focused on making sure her scarf was worn properly. Satisfied with your work, you tapped Bora’s shoulder and walked away.

“Aren’t you coming?” You said to Bora, turning around as she noticed a considerable amount of distance between the two of you. Rubbing her cheeks once more, she quickly ran to catch up with you.

The two of you walked throughout the crowds of people, a mixture of families taking out their children and young couples in love on a date. Colorful lights and various sounds filled the path you were going through as your eyes scanned where to begin. Bora meanwhile was behind you, happily sipping on her piping hot chocolate.

“I was so close!”

The sounds of a target being hit bring your attention to your left as you see a young man disappointed, putting down the pellet gun. His girlfriend next to him is rubbing his shoulders, slightly hugging him and telling him it’s alright. You saw a stuffed teddy bear tied to the wall and realized he was planning on winning it for her. As the couple leaves, you approach the stand and pay the small fee in order to take your shot. Bora catches up to you, slightly confused.

“I thought we were going to go on the roller coaster?”

“We are. But I wanted to see if I have what it takes here first.”

You’ve never played this game before, your only experience with guns being through various video games. But you were certain this wouldn’t be too difficult. Closing your left eye, your right eye focuses on the target ahead. You pull the trigger, only to be disappointed as the ball released from the gun misses and hits the wall behind. Coughing slightly, you turned around to see Bora staring at you intently as she continued to sip on her hot chocolate. Never one to back down from a challenge, your pride got the best of you as you spent an unnecessary amount of money in order to try and win the stuffed bear for Bora. Try being the keyword as by your final chance, you managed to only hit 7 out of the 9 necessary targets. Sighing, you scratched the back of your neck as you approached Bora. She hands you her hot chocolate cup before paying the attendant. You watched as Bora grabbed a hair tie from her wrist and made a quick ponytail. She grabbed the pellet gun and mirrored your earlier actions.

Your mouth was agape as you watched Kim Bora simultaneously hit 8 targets before missing her final shot. You expected her to be sad afterwards, but she surprised you with her patented smile as she took back her cup and walked away. You bowed to the attendant before catching up to her. The two of you ended up going on the roller coaster ride along with many others. 

A few hours later, you tell Bora to wait at a nearby bench as you have to quickly use the restroom. She happily hums to herself, before taking out her phone and going through the photos the two of you took together. Visibly smiling in each photo, Bora takes note of the small things you did for her throughout the evening. Buying her a hot chocolate, fixing her scarf, taking off your beanie and putting it on her. With her focus solely on her phone, she failed to notice you creep up behind her.

You tapped her shoulder, causing Bora to jump slightly. She turns around and doesn’t see anything until she is met face-to-face with a giant white teddy bear. Her eyes widened as she saw you smiling at her.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“I didn’t actually have to use the restroom.” you said.

“How did you get this? We spent so much money and the attendant told me they don’t sell the prizes.”

“What can I say? I used my patented charm to convince him.”

You handed Bora the teddy bear. She held it in her hands, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. She looks at it for a few seconds before getting up and hugging you. You pat her back, a bit surprised at her sudden action, but happy she likes the present you gave her.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

The two of you were outside the entrance to Bora’s apartment complex, Bora tightly squeezing the teddy bear you got her. The rosy tint of her cheeks failed to hide the feelings she had the entire evening.

“Happy Birthday, Kim Bora.” you said.

“Thanks.” she replied, still blushing.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait!” You turned around and were met with Bora standing on her tiptoes and planting a delicate kiss on your lips.

“Do you… want to come inside for ramen?”

“How was I supposed to know ramen was codeword for sex?” you asked.

“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because I actually dressed up to see you? Maybe because you took me out on a date for my birthday? Or is it because I gave you a kiss and told you I liked you? God, you were such a dense asshole back then. How much more obvious did I have to be?”

“Bora, I…”

“Save it. Let’s just focus on the case.”

Bora had you drive her to her apartment, the very same thing you did six years ago. The two of you have changed since then. She was no longer the shy, timid person you remembered. She was still playful, but had a much more mature aura around her. Bora was no longer doubting every decision she made. As the two of you entered her apartment, Bora tossed her bag on the dining room table before removing her coat and tossing it onto the couch.

“Make yourself at home.”

Taking a seat on the couch, you observed her apartment. It had a modest, intimate feel to the place through the use of warm colored furniture and various stuffed animals throughout. Bora made sure guests knew who lived here, with various photos of her framed and placed on the walls.

Hearing a door close, you looked up and were met with Bora sitting next to you. She wore a simple white sleeveless dress, which complimented her curvy features and highlighted her breasts well by displaying a prominent cleavage line. Her hair flowed freely down her beautiful shoulders like a dark brown chocolate fountain, her bangs styled thinly. Bora wore a white snowflake pendant on a pearl necklace that paired nicely with her dreamcatcher inspired earrings. Rounding out the look was a bright red colored lipstick that showed off her triangle shaped upper lip, something you never noticed before.

Despite her cold demeanor, Bora’s soft smile and her warm facial features made you feel welcomed into her home. You found yourself awestruck by her beauty, something you find yourself having taken for granted looking back. Bora brushes strands of hair behind her ear with one hand - a simple act that entrances you.

“So… what did you want to talk about?” you asked, clearing your throat slightly.

Bora grabs a tablet from the nearby table and hands it to you. Unlocking it, you see various case files on the screen at once. Each has a photo and brief description of the information you saw at the cafe earlier.

“They’re split into two subgroups - Black and Pink, hence their name being BlackPink. Kim Jisoo and Park Chaeyoung are the “black” subgroup. Deadly, special forces trained. They execute the plans and are not above using whatever methods it takes to get the job done, including using their bodies to seduce their targets. But I’m sure you know that since you just fucked one of them not even six hours ago. I have to give you props though, that Park Chaeyoung looks like one tight slut.”

“Focus…”

“Right. Kim Jennie and Lalisa Manoban are the “pink” subgroup. By appearance alone, you would think the subgroups should be switched. They are the masterminds of the group. Do you remember that high-profile robbery that caused every traffic light in the metropolitan area to cycle through each color every second? That was them. It was a way to create a distraction so that officers would be assigned to direct traffic as they commenced their heist.”

“Well, now we know one of them is not afraid of being caught undercover.”

“More like caught under your covers, am I right?”

“Kim Bora.”

“Okay, fine. You’re no fun.” Bora said, pouting at you.

“How’s Minji?” finally asking the question that has been on your mind for quite some time.

Bora sighed. “It wasn’t easy for her when you two broke up. She cried for days. You owe me money for the amount of ice cream and tissues I had to spend on her. It took her awhile, but she finally stopped feeling sorry for herself and ran her parent’s shop. We both got into the academy at the same time. She worked her butt off to become Captain. Me… I’m fine being a Senior Detective.”

“Bora, she was the one who broke up with me.”

“And she regretted that decision every day. It’s just… you didn’t only break up with her. You and I were best friends. I never got a text or call from you. Even putting aside my feelings for you, you were always there for me as a friend. I really needed you.”

You processed what Bora just said. The reason you were distant from her was because you didn’t want to accidentally run into Minji. To be reminded of why you weren’t good enough for her. Bora wiped the tears away from her eyes before smiling at you.

“I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Bora.”

“Just tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Was Minji a good kisser?”

“What?”

“You heard me. Was Kim Minji a good kisser?”

Before you even had a chance to respond, Bora gives you a mischievous smirk and climbs onto your lap, her soft thighs resting comfortably on either side of your own. You felt her arms draped behind your neck as her fingers interlocked themselves together.

“You haven’t been able to keep your naughty eyes off me ever since I changed into this dress.”

“Bora, I…”

“Shh. You still haven’t answered my question. How good of a kisser was Minji?” Bora bit down on her lower lip as you feel her slowly grinding against your lap. “Was it like this?” she said, leaning down until you feel her soft lips finally press against yours.

Your mind goes blank, unable to think about anything but Bora’s lips against your own as she continues to create friction between the two of you.

“Or was it like this?” Bora said, her first kiss followed up by another. The second kiss was a bit deeper than her initial quick peck. Your eyes widened, stunned at how quickly things escalated. You felt your own lips slowly being to reciprocate. It was as if you acted on instinct, wanting to savor the taste of Bora’s sinful lips and the unhindered lust that built up inside you as you fall under a spell cast by the beautiful woman currently on your lap who confessed her feelings to you all those years ago. You haven’t had a drought from the soft touch of a woman, in fact you might have had too much these past few days, but the gaze of pure lust and sexual desire etched upon Kim Bora’s face when her lips part away from yours made you feel like you haven’t been intimate with a woman in years.

“Bora…” you whimpered, a bit frustrated at the loss of her lips against yours.

“You like the taste of my lips more, don’t you?” Bora asked as her tongue licked your lips before she moved in for another kiss. Her soft, creamy lips tasted sweet against your own. When you pulled away from her, Bora planted kisses on your jaw before reaching for your hands and placing them on her chest.

“Oh fuck…” a soft, erotic moan escaping from your lips. Bora’s breasts were perfect, each one seeming to fit perfectly in your hand. You massaged them as you have hunger in your eyes from the delicious looking sight of her cleavage line. You planted kisses on her left breast, each leaving an electric feeling on her body. Bora’s erotic moans of pleasure aroused you even more, as the both of you can feel your cock rapidly hardening underneath her crotch. Once you cover her exposed skin with saliva, you repeat the stimulation on the adjacent breast. Bora’s moans repeatedly fill your eardrums as she pushes her tits on to you, smothering your face. Her lower body is grinding against your lap once again. You caress the feeling of Bora’s soft, silky smooth thighs until your sinful hands find their way to her ass, their favorite place to be on a woman. You gently squeeze both cheeks, causing her to release a steady stream of moans before you give her ass two hard slaps, her body slightly jumping in response.

Kissing her breast tenderly, you continue to stimulate her by massaging the other before making eye contact. Both of you had lust in your eyes, wanting to satisfy each other. Bora’s lips reconnect with yours, the intensity making your head spin. Her lipstick taste was addictive, Bora smiling throughout as she sees the marks she has left on your lips and neck. As your tongues fought for control, Bora’s overpowered yours. She pulls away when she begins to run out of breath. The lust-filled smile never leaves her face as she kneels on the ground, unbuttoning your shirt and removing it off your body along with her to use as a cushion. Making quick work of your belt and pants, Bora tosses them far away from you both. She licks her lips upon seeing the noticeable bulge poking from underneath your cotton boxers. You stared down and caught Bora’s gaze, a hauntingly erotic and almost animalistic hunger in her eyes as she grabs ahold of the hemline of your boxers and pulls the very thin fabric down. Your erect cock almost slaps her in the face, the cool air providing you a sense of satisfaction as her eyes widened with excitement.

“Your cock is so nice, baby.” Bora said, her eyes feasting upon your shaft like it was the only thing that could satisfy her cravings. Wettening her lips in preparation, Bora admires your cock, grabbing the base of it before painting a long, saliva-filled stripe until she reaches your tip.

“Oh god…” you moaned as Bora’s tongue continued to drag across the underside of your shaft, lathering your length until she returned to your tip once more. She needily collects the precum leaking out of your slit, exchanging it with a generous amount of her own spit. The liquid reflects nicely against the lighting above as Bora uses her tongue to spread it across your cock, making sure you were fully covered. Seeing your cock glistening with a uniformed coat of her saliva, she begins to stroke you.

Her soft hand feels wonderful on your throbbing cock, the feeling of your length pulsing in her small hand along with the steady stream of moans being released by you motivate Bora to increase her pace. Her hand travels up and down you with ease thanks to her earlier lubrication. She gives you tightly gripped strokes until she reaches the underside of your tip, her delicate fingers tracing your slit and drawing out more precum. Your moans get louder as Bora giggles at the pleasure she is giving you.

“You like that, baby? How I stroke this hard cock of yours?”

“Bora, I do… fuck.” you managed to reply as she continued to use her hand to give you pleasure. “That feels amazing.”

“Do you want me to suck it now?” Bora asked, winking at you while licking her lips. You were unable to speak from the pleasure, merely able to give her a weak nod in response. Bora knew she had you under her control. Any previous resolve or thoughts to fight her off were long gone as the two of you made eye contact and Bora sees you have succumbed to her lustful temptation. Normally, it would have been easy for you to resist a sinful act of seduction like the one Bora has done to you. But deep down, you wanted Bora. You wanted to make things right, make her forget about your obliviousness all those years ago. And now, as Kim Bora is on her knees between your legs, the last thing you see is a devilish smile on her face as she lowers her head and finally parts her mouth with the tip of your cock.

Bora’s lips form a tight seal around your cock, providing you with a euphoric sensation of being inside her mouth for the very first time. Bora slowly begins to bob her head up and down, her tongue dragging across the underside of your shaft as she takes the top half of your cock in and out of her warm, wet mouth. You bring one of your hands to Bora’s head, running your fingers through her dark brown locks before it rests against the back of her head. Despite having a mouth full of cock, Bora looks up at you and does her best to smile sweetly as she feels your hand following along to her bobbing motions. You feel her spit a large amount of built-up saliva inside her mouth onto your cock before using her tongue to apply it onto you.

“Fuck, Bora… that feels amazing.”

Bora spread the spit across your hard shaft, before removing her mouth and giving you another cute pout.

“Baby, I’m upset.”

“H-How come?”

“Are you only going to call me by my name?” she asked, stroking your cock while placing soft kisses on your tip. “I’m on my knees giving you an intimate act of pleasure and you keep just saying Bora.”

“Do you want me to call you Senior Detective then?”

“No, we’re not really roleplaying yet…” Bora said, pretending to think hard. She sucked on your tip lightly, yet applied a suction-like force before releasing it with a loud pop. “Oh, I know! What really turns me on is being called mommy.”

“Mommy?”

Bora nodded her head. Her sweet smile and soft, innocent features were a fierce juxtaposition to the sinful act she was currently performing on you. You would never say this out loud, but Bora looked even more beautiful with your cock in her mouth. Bora’s head bobbed up and down your shaft, earning her soft moans and cries of pleasure from you. As much as you wanted her to continue, you held onto both sides of her head and regretfully removed her from your cock. A bit disappointed, she looked up at you and saw where your attention was at.

Kim Bora distracted you with her breasts.

Out of the women you’ve been intimate with these past several days, Bora had the clear size advantage. You felt yourself almost drooling at the sight of her delicious cleavage, wanting it to be freed from her white dress. Bora straddles your lap once more and instantly feels your lips pressing against her neck, planting soft kisses on her smooth skin that elicit soft gasps from her. You move lower with your kisses, forming a trail downwards as your hands return back onto her chest and cup the one thing that has had your attention ever since you arrived. You assist her in freeing her of the silky dress.

Bora wraps her arms around your neck as she arches her back and allows you to tilt her head as well. You hold onto her wide hips for support as she reaches behind her and undoes the latch of her strapless bra - letting the undergarment fall onto the ground and giving you the perfect view of her round, full breasts.

“Taste me, baby. I know you’ve been dying to.” Bora said as she brought her chest to your face. Having an affinity for left breasts, you bring it into your mouth first. Capturing her right breast and not wanting it to be unattended, you squeezed the soft flesh, reveling in the feeling of the large mound.

“Oh, baby…” Bora said with a long moan that gradually increases in volume as you explored her chest, sucking on her hardening nipples. You make sure to give each breast adequate attention before switching, making sure each was left soaked by your saliva.

“D-Do you like mommy’s tits, baby?” Bora asked, knowing full well what your response was going to be.

Your mouth was muffled by her warm breasts. As such, you gently bit on her nipple as your response.

Bora removes her chest from your face minutes later. You were thankful to finally breathe properly, but saddened by the loss of her warmth. She straightens her back, leaning down and planting a tender kiss on your lips. She slides her body down yours until she is back to her initial position on her knees between your legs. Taking your cock inside her mouth to lubricate you, Bora releases you with another loud pop before the anticipation builds up inside you of what she is going to do. Giving you another playful wink, she takes both of her breasts in her hands and traps your erect shaft in between her soft, pillowy flesh.

She grinds her chest against your lower body, your cock pumping in and out between the slit of her delicious breasts. The saliva she used from her quick blowjob provided just enough lubrication, as the head and upper half of your shaft appeared and just as quickly disappeared in between her warm flesh.

“You like that, baby? The way mommy’s warm tits snuggle your cock between them?”

“Fuck, mommy… that feels amazing.”

Bora continues to push your hard cock in between the warm, comforting embrace of her breasts as her hands squeezed the flesh tightly. She tries her best to lick the head of your cock as if it was a delicious treat. Making eye contact with you throughout, you watched her heavy, seductive eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

“M-Mommy, I’m gonna cum.”

Bora is too focused on trying to lick the head of your cock that she fails to hear your warning as she rubs her breasts up and down your length.

“Mommy, I’m cumming…”

“Cum for me, baby. Paint mommy’s tits with your cum.” Bora replied, increasing the pace at which her breasts moved, using her hands to squeeze them even tighter around your cock as it appears and reappears from between the soft, pillowy flesh. You moved your hips upward in rhythm with her breasts as you fuck them at a rapid pace.

“Mommy… I’m cumming!”

Your orgasm relieves the heavy weighted pressure that was building up inside you. Your cock throbbed in between her breasts as you felt a burst of semen erupt from your tip. Her breasts covered the head of your shaft as it sent hot, thick cum into her cleavage and lubricated you with each subsequently weakening thrust. Wondering if Bora was going to open her mouth and try to lick your cock like earlier, she instead lets your load splash against her chin and face, the thick liquid coating her creamy skin and beautiful features.

Bora’s innocently sweet smile betrayed the fact her chin and part of her cheeks were covered with your cum. She grinds her breasts against your cock as your orgasm mercifully subsides.

Letting you finally escape her warm, wet cleavage, you watch as Bora’s tongue runs across the base of your cock until she reaches the tip. She draws circles of pure pleasure that send post-orgasm shivers running through your body. Tracing the slit of your cock, she catches the dribbling leftovers of your cum and puts it on her tongue, tasting your sweet nectar. Bora straightens her body to allow you a perfect view of your work. Her smooth, perfect skin and large breasts displaying the large amount of semen you released.

As she rubs the cum onto her skin, the light above you both creates a shiny, slick appearance on her wet chest.

Bora smiles, kissing the tip of your cock deeply as she captures a stream of dripping semen from her cheek and brings it to her mouth, savoring the taste of it. You struggled to catch your breath, having received one of the most powerful orgasms in some time.

“Rest up, baby. We have six years worth of sex to catch up on.” Bora said to you as your eyes began to carry a weight to them. Struggling to keep them open, the last thing you remembered seeing was Bora blowing a kiss at you before heading to her bedroom.

You wake up some time later, unsure of what the current time is. Your body feels heavy and sore. Waiting for your eyes to refocus, you looked down and realized you were currently naked on a couch. The orgasm you had thanks to Bora did a number on you. Seeing that she is not within your range of vision, you slowly get up and begin to look around the apartment.

“Baby!” Bora yelled.

Running for the door, you quickly open it. The bedroom was completely dark. Your hands searched for the light switch. Turning it on, you see Bora tied to the outermost part of her bed frame. She wore a black leather jacket over a black crop top that showed off her trademark cleavage. Her leather material shorts were complimented with black thigh highs. Bora’s simple eyeshadow and red lipstick makeup were highlighted by her soft facial features. She chose to equip herself with a choker and thin necklace running through the bridge of her nose.

She tilted her head up and looked at you, her eyes pleading.

“Bora? W-What happened?”

“Baby…” Bora whimpered. “Minji found out what happened and tied mommy up like this.”

“What?”

“Come closer, baby.”

A bit stunned, you nodded and leaned your ear close to her mouth.

“I want to roleplay. Minji didn’t actually come by, she doesn’t even know my new address.”

Getting back up, you looked down at Bora who shot you an air kiss and winked playfully.

“So Minji learned mommy is a bad girl, right?”

Bora nodded. “She said bad girls deserved to be tied up.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did she say?”

“That since my mouth releases nothing but lies, it should be cleaned properly.”

“Did she say what you should use?” you asked, your cock hardening with each passing moment. You felt it twitch upon hearing Bora’s words.

“She wants you to fuck mommy’s mouth, baby.”

You smiled. “Just wanted you to say it.”

Bora smiled back, shaking her head slightly. “You jerk… you’re lucky I like you.”

She gives your tip a quick peck before you caress both sides of her head and part her lips with your cock. Your initial thrust is anything but soft, slamming your cock into the back of Bora’s wet and anticipating mouth with exceptional force. Gags escape her mouth as your length strikes her throat repeatedly. Tears of joy spill out of the corners of her eyes as you liberally use her for your own personal pleasure. The sight of your cock disappearing into her natural orifice is a sight to behold - a copious amount of spit begins to leak out of her lips and coat your shaft. The messiness of the entire thing arouses you even further, encouraging you to be relentless with your thrusts.

With both of your hands tightly holding the sides of her head, you grab onto her hair and push her deeper to your base. Bora takes every inch of your cock into her mouth as her throat has to quickly adjust to your sudden rapid thrusts. You let out a long and satisfied moan, the feeling of finally being intimate with someone who was once very important in your life made the entire thing even more pleasurable.

You pushed Bora’s head deeper, giving her several more thrusts until you released her, allowing your cock to slide out of her mouth. The saliva glistens in the light as you disconnect the thin string that connects you and her mouth together. You squeezed her cheeks, causing her to look up at you.

“Mommy liked choking on my cock, didn’t she?” you said, giving her cheeks a tighter squeeze.

“As if. You weren’t even fucking mommy’s mouth hard enough. Is that how you fuck Minji’s mouth?” Bora spat back.

Anger welled up inside you, but you decided not to say anything. You went to the mini fridge inside Bora’s room and grabbed a bottle of water. As you took a sip, you processed your next move.

“Is baby mad mommy teased his facefucking skills?” Bora sneered.

Taking a quick swig of water, you let out a satisfied hum and wiped the remaining droplets from your lips with the back of your hand. You kneeled down and untied her wrists. The cloth-like restraints were bound tightly, but were able to be removed with the help of a bit of pressure. Once unraveled, you gently massaged the tender skin.

“Is this a new technique? I’ve never seen someone not have marks.”

“One of the detectives from a different precinct showed me it.” Bora said, rubbing her own wrists more. “Said she learned it from her Japanese colleague.”

“I should keep that in mind.” you said, laughing.

With your cock still glistening thanks to Bora’s juices, you take a moment to catch your breath before turning Bora around and rubbing your cock against her inner thighs. They instinctively sandwich your shaft between them as you begin to thrust once more. Both of you let out a satisfied moan as your cock grinds against Bora’s lips and her delicious thighs.

Her muscular thighs possessed a unique softness to them as you felt her slowly leaking onto your cock between them. And while you certainly enjoyed fucking her breasts, Bora’s thighs were thick, wide - and warm. Your cock was nuzzled comfortably between them as you squeezed Bora’s breasts as support. This allows you to increase your pace, her natural wetness allowing your cock to glide between her suffocatingly thick thighs. Bora’s body was taking the euphoric feeling of sex to new heights - the two of you echoing each other in loud moans. You savored the feeling of her creamy thighs jiggling against your body with each thrust. The tip of your cock grazes against her lips while your balls slap each side of her thighs, causing Bora to whine out in pleasure as you continue to revel in your own. Feeling the build of pressure inside you, you gradually lower the speed of your thrusts and allow the both of you to catch your breath. 

Bora smiles sweetly at you, and although you have seen it many times from her throughout the day, this particular one fully displays her genuine feelings for you. Taking her into your embrace, you bend slightly to kiss her. Her lips were soft, inviting and contained a certain playfulness that made you happy to have her in your arms.

The two of you managed to find your way onto the bed. Bora’s back was against her soft mattress, her arms still wrapped around your neck as you both looked at one another. No words had to be said - you two knew the main event was about to begin. Capturing her lips once more, you quickly go about removing her leather jacket and shorts, leaving Bora in just her crop top and laced purple panties. Unable to breath, Bora eventually breaks the kiss first and presses her forehead against yours. As the two of you heave, your hand makes its way down and begins to spread her legs open before you feel your hand being trapped.

Bora gives you a mischievous smirk. “Now now, baby. Mommy isn’t a convenience store like Minji is. You won’t be able to fuck me that easily. You have to earn it.”

You traced her underwear with your fingers, earning yourself a soft moan from Bora. She was wet, her panties damp with her arousal. Quickly removing it from her wide hips, you were greeted with her moist, wanton flesh. Although you preferred slow, gentle lovemaking, you wanted to prove to her that you could be as rough as she wanted.

“Oh fuck, baby…” Bora said, accompanied by a long, drawn out sigh as you give her a wide lick from the bottom of her slit and go upwards. Despite her earlier claim, it seems the pleasure she seeks allows her to lean back and spread her legs for you. You gave her a knowing snicker, causing Bora to roll her eyes as you see them with drunkenness and need for you as you delve in between her soft thighs.

Her juices were sweet on your tongue. You moved to her dripping clit, using the tip of your tongue to give her several licks, each causing her body to squirm and become a writhing, pleasure-filled mess. You blow hot air in front of her moist cavern, causing goosebumps to form on Bora’s lower body. Satisfied that you have teased her enough, you captured her clit with your lips, using the tip of your tongue to swirl around it with soft circles.

Bora’s earlier demeanor is long gone. Replacing it is need, pleasure, and the desire for an outlet to the copious amount of lust fueling her body.

Her hot, wet flesh is wonderful. You savor the feeling of it on your tongue as you watched Kim Bora give in to the pleasure. You strengthened the pressure on her clit, bringing your right hand to her opening. You teased her splayed, drenched lips, pushing them apart slightly before using two fingers and entering her body.

A long, erotic moan escapes her lips - one that you were sure the entire floor heard. Her hands pushed on the back of your scalp, her hips and thighs quivering with pleasure. You were working magic between Bora’s thighs, as evident by the suffocating feeling her walls are providing on your fingertips.

“Baby… put your fingers deeper inside mommy.” Bora moaned, as failed to keep any resemblance of composure.

You smiled, sliding your fingers deeper inside her body. You curled them, your palm facing upwards. Bora lets out a heavy breath the moment you find a certain piece of flesh inside her pussy. Her fingers dig into the back of your scalp in response.

“Fuck, baby… fuck!”

Upping the pace on her clit, you leave Bora wanting more. Your fingers swirled circles inside her, rubbing and pressing against the specific part inside her pussy.

“Oh my god… baby!”

Bora screams at an octave you’ve never heard from anyone. Her body jerks uncontrollably as the orgasm courses throughout her body. Her thighs instinctively wrapped tightly around your head and covered you with its warm softness. Her juices flowed from her beautiful slit and onto your palm, drenching it in a familiar wetness. You were no stranger to strong female orgasms the past few days, but Bora’s may be the strongest one so far.

Your fingers were still inside the tightness of her body, teasing her before you slowly withdrew them from her body. Her walls had other plans - seemingly not wanting to let you go. Bora’s thighs were flushed with satisfaction. You bring your right hand to your mouth, savoring the taste of them being drenched with her juices.

Bora was an absolute mess, lying in front of you with her legs spread open. Her large chest heaves as she struggles to regain her composure. You smiled at the sight, satisfied with your work on her. You bent down and gave her a kiss, her tongue entering yours as she tastes herself in your mouth.

“Baby…” Bora moaned. “Baby, mommy wants you to fuck her now.”

Bora quickly wraps her legs around your thighs and flips you onto the bed, both of you now switching positions. The lust-filled smile etched on her face caused the baby hairs on the back of your neck to rise as she takes your hard shaft in her hand, stroking you several times before impaling herself on your cock.

Feeling how tight her walls hugged your fingers, the same sensation being on your cock this time was an indescribable feeling. Her hips meet yours, causing Bora to gasp loudly at the feeling of being filled. She arches her body and in an instant, taking you in and out of her wanton body. Your hard cock slides at a pace with zero regard for you or your comfort.

Bora braces herself on your chest with her hands, creating the wonderful side effect of her breasts being pressed together, giving you a delicious looking sight of the very same cleavage that made you salivate when she wore her white dress earlier. Bora’s breasts bounced up and down as she rode you. Her previously satisfied face was now replaced with a determined, almost angry look. She seemed to be working out the frustration and anger that had built up in the workplace, using your cock as an outlet with each thrust of her hips.

She bites her lip in a seductive manner, doubling as a way to prevent herself from releasing a gasp or moan. Bora wanted to show you how hard she wanted to be fucked, how hard she wanted the pleasure your cock was giving her.

“Fuck, mommy…” you gasped, your mind being overwhelmed with pleasure. Based on the pace she was riding you, it was clear that Bora cared little for how hard or fast she was going. Your comfort meant nothing to her, the only thing on Bora’s mind was her own pleasure.

“Mommy, you’re so good at riding.”

Bora slaps your cheek in response, the attack surprising you slightly, but making the sex even better.

“Shut up, baby.” Bora moaned. “You’re just mommy’s little fucktoy, understand?”

You gritted your teeth as Bora grinds hard on your crotch, swirling her hips around while you were fully inside her.

“Fuck!” you gasped. Moving your hands from her hips, you take both of her breasts into your hands. Fondling them, you take her nipples into your fingertips and squeeze them, savoring the feeling of them growing erect. Raising your palms, you deliver a harsh slap onto both of her breasts simultaneously.

“Holy shit… slap mommy’s tits again, baby!”

You raised your hands, slapping them again. And again. And again. You repeat the process several times, watching her milky skin begin to turn a light shade of red.

Bora’s body shook with pleasure, her breathing becoming more erratic as the sensations of stimulating her breasts and pussy were causing her to go insane. The moment the tip of your cock reaches a certain spot, Bora screamed loudly. Her body tenses up as she feels an overwhelming sense of pleasure flow from the top of her head to her toes which were buried under your thighs. Her body shaking once more, you feel your cock flooded by Bora’s juices. Her orgasm hit with such force, it almost pushed your cock out of her.

You bounced Bora’s hips on your cock slowly several more times to allow her to ride out her high. Her muscles loosen up and she looks at you with a fully satisfied smile. She leans down and captures your lips, continuing to be fucked tenderly. Your hands reached behind her, slowly traveling down until they rested firmly on the soft skin of her butt. You squeeze each cheek gently, her round bottom feeling wonderful against your thighs.

“Fuck!” Bora screamed as you slap her ass loudly. “Baby, your cock feels so good inside mommy.”

Bora leans down and presses her lips against yours, moaning inside your mouth as you give her ass another loud, erotically charged slap. The two of you are locked in a heated, passionate kiss.

“Baby… I want you to fuck me.” Bora said, her eyes half-lidded yet filled with emotion. “Please fuck mommy. Can you do that? Can you fuck mommy?”

You smiled, caressing her ass with both hands as your lips connected once more.

You move your hands back onto Bora’s hips, getting ready to bounce her body on your cock once more when she moves her hips forward, allowing your shaft to leave her body completely.

Your cock pops out of her body, covered in her slick juices. As you get ready to re-enter the drenched lips of her pussy, you feel her hand gripping your cock.

“Mommy doesn’t want to be fucked in her pussy, baby.”

Slightly confused, you watched Bora lower her lips slightly, letting your cock rest between her pillowy ass cheeks. You felt it brush against the tight ring of her butt.

“Fuck me here.” she said. “Minji never let you fuck her ass, right? That slut’s always complaining about ‘how much it hurts’. Amateur.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“To tell you the truth, I’ve never done this before. But she said to do it with someone you trust. And I trust you, baby.”

Bora leans her body down and reaches for something under her pillow. Taking it out, you see that she is holding a small vial in her hand. And while you knew what was going to happen, you were filled with a desire you never knew you had.

Bora takes the vial and squirts a generous amount onto the fingertips of her left hand. She spreads the lube around her rear entrance. You would have done so, but thought she was applying it onto your cock. Bora moaned as her fingers dipped into the tight ring of muscle. She does her best to spread it as far as she can. You have never had anal sex before, but made sure she is okay with this.

“We don’t have to do this, Bora. You can get on your hands and knees and I’ll just fuck you from behind.”

“N-No…” Bora said, her voice shaking with nervousness. “I… I want this.

Bora smiles softly, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. It is soon replaced with lust and need as she places her hands back onto your chest.

“Fuck mommy’s ass, baby.”

Figuring she prepared herself for this, Bora grabbed onto the base of your cock and pressed the head against her outer ring of muscle.

To say it was tight was an understatement -  Bora’s vaginal juices mixed with the lube you placed around her ass helped your cockhead penetrate her. Despite the resistance, you are soon able to enter her ass.

“Fuck…” Bora gasped, a mixture of surprise and pain as she experiences a new sensation of you entering her body through a different hole. You do not move a muscle as the tip of your cock impales her. You placed one hand on her ass cheek and the other on her hip, trying your best to comfort her.

“Are you okay, mommy?”

“I… I’m fine.” Bora replied in a nervous tone. “It’s okay, I want this. Don’t stop, baby. Keep going… deeper.”

You raised your hips, inserting more and more of your cock into her backside entrance. The intense tightness of her ass around your cock provides a delightful feeling. While Bora’s pussy was tight, the tense ring of muscle you were currently inside made it seem like loose in comparison.

You managed to get your cock halfway inside her body, wanting Bora to adjust to the new feeling of having something inside her ass. Once you feel she is comfortable, you carefully withdraw your cock until only the tip remains before thrusting back in.

“Oh fuck, baby… you feel so big inside me. S-Slow down… oh!”

The moans and gasps that escape Kim Bora’s lips are at a higher frequency than when you two were having normal vaginal sex. The experience is still a bit uncomfortable for you both, but you are happy that Bora wanted to share this intimate experience with you. You were mindful of Bora’s feelings, not wanting to hurt her. As you only enter her body with half of your cock, Bora’s moans gradually begin to soften.

“Baby… y-you can go a bit faster, if you want.”

Bora’s words inspire you to increase the pace, the both of you enjoying the pleasure radiating inside your bodies as you held her hips and bounced her on your shaft.

Your shaft enters and exits Bora’s ass a little bit easier, the tight ring of muscle gripping onto your cock even more so than her pussy did. The combination of her juices and the lube allowed you to enter her sacred hole.

Bora rocked her hips forward, her clit rubbing against your torso. Her ass cheeks felt silky smooth in your hands as the two of you tried to make the experience comfortable for one another. Bora runs her fingers through her damp hair, pushing it back as her eyes are half-lidded in pleasure and is unable to contain the widest grin on her face.

“Mommy…” you said, your eyes closing as she begins to increase the speed at which her ass was riding your cock. “Fuck, you feel so tight.”

“Baby… your cock feels so big inside me. I want to feel it deeper… keep fucking me… keep that big cock inside mommy’s ass.”

Unlike her pussy that made it easier for you to enter her after she adjusted to you, you were lucky enough to feel her ass expand mere millimeters. The tightest part of Kim Bora provided a new feeling of pleasure the two of you never experienced before. Her hips bounced on your body, and soon enough, your entire cock is inside her from tip to base. Your balls slapped against the lower part of Bora’s pussy, making each bounce of her hips create a wet sound as they hit her wet flesh.

Bora’s nails dug into your skin as the two of you savored the feeling of fullness. A lust-filled growl escapes her lips as her ass squeezes your cock even tighter. The pleasure was beginning to overwhelm you, as you felt her asshole begin to pulse.

“Oh fuck…. Baby, you feel so good inside me. Don’t stop! Keep stretching mommy’s tight ass.”

Your cock leaves her body until just your cockhead remains before fully re-entering her once more. Bora’s soft pleas fo you to fuck her harder do not fall on deaf ears as the intense tightness of her body wraps around your shaft.

Bora’s ass slaps against your thighs with each bounce of her body. Her skin is glistening with sweat, her damp hair clinging onto it. She tries her best to arch her back as the feeling of her tight ass wrapped around your cock and the sounds of her moans to keep fucking her has become too overwhelming.

“Mommy…” you said. “Mommy, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for me.” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “Cum inside mommy…”

Holding onto her hips, you pushed Bora’s body down on your cock as you let out a sharp exhalation of breath. You were buried deep inside her as your orgasm quickly arrives. Your hands gripped her waist tightly as your cock throbbed inside her and released wave after wave of hot, thick cum into her wanton body. At that moment, nothing else mattered. All you could focus on was emptying your balls inside Kim Bora’s asshole. The pleasure radiating from your crotch was so heavy, you thought you were about to black out.

Bora lets out a long, sultry moan as she feels your hot seemen flooding the inside of her body. And while you were sure she’s felt cum inside her pussy, this new experience was not something she could prepare for. Despite the discomfort and uneasiness of you both, Bora was satisfied at the warm feeling of pleasure that you claimed the most intimate part of her body.

It takes you awhile to come down from your high, but the two of you let out a satisfied moan. Nothing more needed to be said. You opened your eyes and are met with Bora’s, hers still filled with heavy lust - and also genuine satisfaction. Kim Bora loved you, and deep down you think you feel the same way. Her dark brown pools capture your very soul inside them.

Bora leans down and kisses you, seemingly confirming the newfound love you two have for each other despite the past.

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[Preview] New fic: Sing to me Instead.

Hello everyone!

I'm happy to share with you a few more details about my new fic, which is titled Sing to me Instead, after Ben Platt's amazing AMAZING album. I listened to it non-stop while I was writing Flowers in the Window and I found myself wanting to write a story based on that album as much as possible. So every chapter is influenced by lyrics from those songs.

It's a fully written roommates!AU (something I've never done before and was really looking forward to! I think I might just write my way through all the popular tropes I haven't yet written). The first chapter will be up on Wednesday, December 2nd, and it will update twice a week, on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

Without further ado, here's a little sneak peek. I hope you will like it :)

His first home had been in Lima, Ohio.

In a way, Kurt Hummel guessed it would always be his home, at least for as long as his father lived there. It was weird, to still think of Lima as home, considering how hard he had worked to get the hell away from there, away from homophobic douchbags, from close-minded neighbors, from a life that had always felt half-lived. Kurt had spent most of his teenage years dreaming of a city made of buildings tall enough to shield him, but large enough to finally, finally be free.

If it weren't for his dad, he wasn't sure he would ever go back. But Kurt still went home – home, when will it stop being home? – regularly, for Christmas and birthdays and every holiday he could. For someone who had been desperate enough to never step on Ohio soil again, he sure made it a priority to return as often as he could. But for his father, Kurt was willing to go to the end of the earth, and he was there, always waiting with his arms open for Kurt to come back, along with his step-mother. Family was important, and a piece of his heart always stayed with them when he had to leave them, so he guessed that Ohio would have a piece of Kurt Hummel hopefully for many, many more years.

His second home had been in Bushwick, New York.

It had been such a contrast to the small town life he had been used to, where life seemed to stop after eight in the evening. In Bushwick, Kurt could hear traffic, police car sirens and music even at three in the morning, or he could walk down the block to get ice cream at the store in the middle of the night – something that wasn't exactly wise, considering it wasn't the safest neighborhood, but the large, albeit quite run down loft, had been all eighteen-year-old Kurt and his best friend Rachel Berry had been able to afford when they first got to the city. And it had been enough, and it had been home, because it was where their dreams finally stretched their wings and attempted to fly.

They had arrived in New York with dreams of stardom. Rachel had been accepted into NYADA and Kurt had followed her despite having received a rejection letter to the same school. But he had been determined to make something of himself, to reach his goals even if the doors kept shutting in his face over and over again. He had gotten an internship – at Vogue, no less – and then reapplied to NYADA for the next term. This time, he had got in. And he never looked back.

At some point while the two of them were busy with school and work and this new life that they couldn't believe was theirs, Santana Lopez had invited herself to move in with them. She had gone to high school with them and one day simply showed up on their doorstep and announced she was staying with them, indeterminately. Kurt and Rachel had simply stared at each other, knowing there was no way to talk her out of it.

Rachel and Santana didn't always get along, which meant Kurt got caught up in their fights more often than not. Around that time, Kurt had also started working at a restaurant as a waiter, and the commute back to Bushwick so late at night became the thing he hated the most about New York.

That's when Mercedes Jones came to the rescue.

Another friend from high school – and it sometimes seemed like most of Kurt's class at McKinley High School was suddenly moving to New York – Mercedes had arrived in Manhattan after getting signed in a recording company. This wasn't only amazing because Mercedes was one of the most talented people Kurt had ever met, which was saying a lot, but also because it came with all kinds of perks, like a small but gorgeous town house in the Upper East Side, a neighborhood Kurt hadn't dreamed of living in until he was at least thirty and considerably more successful.

“Kurt, I've got a spare room,” she had said to him, when they got together for coffee one afternoon and Kurt kept going on and on about how much he hated the late commute, and how exhausting it was to get home late at night only to find Rachel and Santana having screaming matches over whatever they had disagreed on that day. “Why don't you move in with me?”

Kurt hadn't even needed to think about it. He was standing up and going around the table to hug her, saying yes over and over again.

So Kurt's third home was in the Upper East Side.

This was probably the only part of his life he truly loved at the moment. Getting to come home to this beautiful town house feels like a gift – especially since he's pretty disappointed in most of the other areas of his life. He still worked at the restaurant, and two years after graduating NYADA, he thought he would be somewhere else. He thought he would have gotten a steady job performing by now. It was frustrating how people in this town – just like in his hometown – still refused to recognize and appreciate his talent.

But Kurt had never been one for giving up.

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A Lunar Eclipse, The Midnight Culmination of The Pleiades, And Otherworldly Tides

It’s been a while (and a whole change of blogging platform) since I last made a “Faery Weather” post,¹ but it seems to be That Time again. For those who haven’t seen the old posts, this basically started when the Morrigan and some of my Fair Folk contacts started giving me messages to pass along about how activity in the Otherworlds was going to spill over into my local environment (which was defined somewhat broadly by Them as the Chesapeake Bay watershed region, though it is probably less applicable the farther one gets from the Bay itself). The first few blogs turned into a semi-regular series, but when Na Morrigna had me start writing out Their messages on the Dark Moon, some of the information was getting passed along that way instead. I haven't really been sharing much of my personal involvements in various Otherworldly shenanigans recently for a couple of reasons: some of it is sort difficult to describe, some of it I can't really talk about, and it's all very deep in the UPG well of woo.²

But this “weather report”, though still UPG, is more general in application, and the gist of it is this: over the next few days we've got the waning of the Leonid meteor shower, a full moon, a lunar eclipse, and the midnight culmination of the Pleiades cluster.³ Any of those by themselves might mean a “high tide” of Otherworldly activity spilling over into our realm, but with all of them together and taking onto consideration just how much activity there's been on “quiet” days lately,⁴ I think we need to be prepared for a higher-than-normal high tide.

The usual warnings apply: ground, center and shield. Ward your spaces. Check in with your spirit allies. Be prepared for extra wackiness even in your mundane life!

However, if you know how to ride a wave, this is an excellent time to go witchy-surfing (if you'll excuse the mixed metaphor, haha). There's extra liminality going on — the sun is transitioning from Scorpio to Sagittarius as well — and there’s a profusion of swirling energies, perfect to harness if you have a working well-suited to these conditions. I'm supposed to recommend caution, but I understand that sometimes experimentation is the best way to learn, so use your own best judgement.

If you are planning to make overtures to Otherworldly beings, just remember that even the Fair Folk most friendly to humanity are not always kind, and though the Fair Folk do not lie, they often mislead. I usually recommend starting with those closest to you if you intend to work with the Fair Folk — your own Good Neighbors — but others will be riding the winds and traveling the fairy roads as well: some neutral, some baleful, some hostile or even predatory. You don’t want to grab the attention of the Slua Sí! Being able to discern between neighbors and interlopers is very important in spiritwork in general but it’s especially important right now.

There have been conflicts these past couple of years that took place mostly in the Otherworlds but have spilled over into our realm,⁵ and I've been experiencing more conflicts taking place unseen in parts of our world as well, lately. It's tense out there — though like with mundane wars, some places have been hit more heavily than others. There isn't really a major physical dividing line that I'm aware of, but the idea of “front lines” (as humans experienced them in the trenches of the World Wars) makes a pretty good analogy to distinguish between harder hit areas and places that have been more sheltered from the conflicts. If you live in an area that’s been more like the front lines, it will be even more important to shield and ward these next few days.

Hopefully this message finds its way to those who need to hear it, but if it isn’t relevant to your path please scroll on by. I’m happy to discuss things over email if anyone has more specific concerns, and I’ll respond to any comments posted here as best I can, but I think it’s important to stress again that this is UPG, and not everyone experiences Otherworldly flows in the same manner. This message will be most helpful to those whose UPG best aligns with my own!

Notes:

Those are available here on wordpress, if you’re interested.

UPG, for those unfamiliar with the term, stands for “Unverified Personal Gnosis”, which is knowledge I have gained from my own personal experiences interacting with the Otherworlds and Otherworldly beings.

For that last one, I recommend reading Morgan Daimler’s recent book “Living Fairy”, on their experiences with Otherworldly celebrations following the cycle of the Pleiades cluster.

A lot of pagan writers have commented on this phenomenon, but John Beckett had a pretty good introductory pair of blogs in 2016 and has some more recent thoughts about it, too. Those can be found here on Patheos.

And these have been even worse, in my experience, than what Beckett mentions in the blogs linked above, and I’ve heard similar from a few of my fellow “fairy-involved” witches.

The thumbnail image on this post is a stock photo of the Pleiades cluster provided by SquareSpace.