#258 noise

[beppeux]

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 268. brb x oc

a/n: my connection is extremely bad rn so I hope I cna post this without issues!!!(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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-

He hasn’t stopped smiling ever since they walked out of the shower, fresh and clean, with his eyes following her like a cat. Beatrice stops rubbing lotion down her arms to offer him a shy smile, “...you liked it?”

He nods, biting his lower lip and grabbing her by the hips, bringing her close so she’d land on his lap. A pose not so different from a few minutes ago, ‘I loved it.” he murmurs, propping his chin on her chest and smiling happily at her, “I loved it,gorgeous…but what brought this up?”

Beatrice just shrugs, playing with the ends of his hair - she loved how it’d get a bit curlier because of the water only to go back to it’s normal wavy texture once it dried up- with her other arm hugging his neck, “I guess I just needed you like that.” his full body shudder made her smile more,

But she sighs softly, ‘I guess I was just…I dunno,I don’t want to say bothered–well no I was bothered but.” he adjusts her on his lap, running his hands up and down her thighs, “But it’s like, that woman is so,so, infuriating.”

“Mhm.”

“And she thinks I owe her something.” she huffs, “She probably just went to the bar to annoy me, it has to be, and she ordered wine, Roos. Wine!”

“...there’s wine at the Hard Deck?” his wife gives him a ‘that’s what I’m saying’ look, with both hands moving before she drops her head on his shoulder, “Gorgeous it’s okay,I don’t mind it.” he whispers,kissing her temple and then running his fingers through her hair, making sure the brown tresses don’t tangle on his digits, “I doubt Miranda will show up again.”

Beatrice let out a long sigh, her head still resting on Rooster's shoulder. "I just don't understand why she acts that way, Roos. Or Mark for that matter…I mean, are we really that…I don’t know…???"

Rooster continued to run his fingers through her hair, humming in reply. "Believe me gorgeous,I don’t fuckin’ know either.” she makes a little disappointed noise and Rooster kisses her forehead, “Listen,there’ll be a time they’ll notice that…acting how they are right now, won’t help. At all. And they’ll stop.”

Beatrice looked up at her husband, her eyes meeting his as her brows furrow  "You really think so?"

“They can’t keep with that forever,gorgeous.” he shrugs, “Don’t they have a life to live?”

Beatrice let out a soft, appreciative sigh and leaned into Rooster's embrace. "I guess so…Thank you,Roos."

He smiled down at her, his warm gaze meeting her scalp and his lips touching her hair. "Anytime, Bea. I’m here for you,gorgeous"

“I love you."

Rooster's response was a smirk, followed by his hands cupping her ass cheeks and bringing her up to his crotch, the movement enough to make her moan quietly and hold onto his shoulders as she tried to hold her hips from moving.

“Now,” he begins, following the line of her underwear with his fingers, almost disappointed she was covered again, “I need to say…whenever you feel like doing this again, whenever you want…I’m all for it.” his pupils blow wide and she blushes with embarrassment. “I mean it.”

“I know you do.” she says, “Thank you for…letting me try.”

“Are you kidding? I’m always up for trying new things.” he smiles, still caressing the crease of her leg and up to her waist, “Especially with you.”

Her eyes shine over his response and she just hugs his neck tighter, inhaling his cologne that always seemed to stick to his skin even after he showered. She just lets him hug her close, her body was…tired a lot. Not only because of what happened, but she was now allowing the exhaustion - especially the mental one- to take over her.

She grows soft on his grasp, using his chest as a pillow, closing her eyes as his fingers keep caressing her head, “...gorgeous?” he calls, glancing down to see her eyelids move so she can meet his gaze, “You good?”

Beatrice's eyelids felt heavy as she met Rooster's gaze, her exhaustion evident in her eyes. She nuzzled closer to him, her head still resting on his chest, her cheek against his warm skin. 

Rooster continued to stroke her hair, his touch gentle. Beatrice let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing further in his embrace."I'm okay, Rooster," she murmured softly. "Just tired. It's been a long day."

Rooster's thumb continued to caress her head, his voice filled with tenderness. "I know, gorgeous. Then we better go to bed,hm?”

“We are already in bed.”

He sputters a laugh, “Oh, ha ha ha, you are hilarious.” but her tired giggle was so precious he couldn’t help himself, he slid his hands under her knees and back, picking her up bridal style with ease. “Alright madam, time for both of us to sleep.”

“Mhm.”

“And relax because,whew, that exercise session was very,” he gently lowers her body, “Very nice.” and she giggles again, but her sleep is finally taking over so Beatrice snuggles her pillow as her body finally feels itself uncoil from that night. 

She was obviously happy because of the amazing session they just had and Rooster knew it too. 

He sits on the edge of the bed, watching her chest rise and fall slowly the second her eyes shut completely. She made a little noise as she wiggles herself under the covers and Bradley is all smiles once she’s out to dreamland.

He was going to sleep soon, he just had to check something. He stands to his feet, adjusting his sweatpants on his waist by letting the elastic snap on his hips before marching to the window. He parts the curtains with his index and middle finger, trying to see the outside of their neighborhood.

It was really late and it was quiet, with the casual dog barking and cars in the distance. He turns towards Mark and Miranda’s house, the lights were out and he frowns. He didn’t know what was up with them, why they were so hellbent in making them feel.

very uncomfortable

act like they don’t belong.

And he was going to be deployed with Mark in a matter of days. He sighs through his nose, tossing the curtain closed and backing away to the bed. He shouldn’t have to worry about this right now, he could handle anything thrown his way, “Just a few more days,” he mutters, “Then I’ll be promoted. Then he won’t be my problem anymore…hopefully.” which he has a feeling it wouldn’t be like that, honestly.

He could only hope and hope hard, that they figure out why they were so…weird.

But not now, now he was going to sleep. He shakes his head while rubbing his eyes, then turns to the bed. His steps were quiet as to not wake her up at all, biting his lower lip when the bed creaked under his weight, ‘Amazing, it doesn’t make a sound when we fuck but when I try to not wake my wife up it does that.”

The bed, obviously, had no come back to that.

He rolls his eyes, still careful to not wake Bea who just curled herself under the covers, then finally reaches out to him, “Roos.”

He pauses, looking back at her, “Yeah,gorgeous?”

She pushes herself closer, hugging his torso and forgetting she had a soft pillow within inches from her. She much preferred her husband’s firm chest instead, “Hmmm nothin’.” she replies, cheek squished against his pectoral, “Just…feelin’ tired.”

‘I know baby.”

“And you are warm.” she says, ‘And I’m tired…”

He smiles,kissing the top of her head again, then adjusting himself so she’s more comfortable using him as a pillow, “Better?” he gets no answer but he’s pretty sure she agreed it was nice.

He continued to hold her, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath against his chest. The room was quiet and peaceful, illuminated only by the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in through the curtains. He smiles down at her, “Comfy?” but a quiet snore was her only reply, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His fingers gently traced patterns on her back, his touch light and soothing. He didn't want to disturb her, not more than he already did.

And it doesn’t take too long for him to fall asleep either.

-

“Shells.”

“What?”

“I mean it,” Beatrice grabs the underwear from Shells’ hand, avoiding Nicole and putting it back on the rack. The three of them were shopping for Rooster’s birthday later this week and Beatrice had a list and couldn’t stray from it, “Nikki is here, for Christ’s sake.”

Nicole babbled happily on the shopping cart, giggling when the colorful underwear flew over her head, “Boo!” she points, “Boo?”

“Yes,Nikki it is blue.” Beatrice’s smile towards her daughter was quick, because she soon glared over at Shells who just shrugged, “...okay, alright,I forgive you, now can you please help me find decorations? I need to make this one special.”

Shells grinned, throwing her hands in the air. "Alright, alright, I promise to behave," she said with a wink. “When don’t I?”

Beatrice gave Shells a skeptical look but ultimately couldn't stay mad at her best friend for long. With Nicole in the shopping cart, they continued their quest for birthday decorations aisle. 

As they made their way through the aisles, Nicole's curious eyes were drawn to the colorful decorations hanging from the shelves. She reached out to point at a bright balloon,. "Bawoon," she said with a delighted giggle.

Beatrice smiled, “Yes, it is…hmmm.” she rubs her chin, “I kinda like this, it’s colorful and since Nikki and Roos share the same birthday…I changed my mind about it, did I tell you that?”

Shells was busy putting on a bright pink cowboy hat, checking herself on her phone but she hummed an ‘uh-huh’. ‘You want to do something that fits both of them,I remember.”

“I would’ve gone all out.” she says, checking a bag and seeing the amount of balloons inside, “But he’s being deployed so I think it’d be better and–” she turns to look at Shells, staring at the neon pink cowboy hat on her head. ‘...I can’t take you anywhere.”

Shells flashed a grin and gave her cowboy hat a little twirl. "What can I say? I like to make shopping for decorations more entertaining." She couldn't help but laugh at her own silliness,tipping her hat forward, “Howdy.” 

"You do have a talent for that," she admitted with a chuckle. "And it does look good on you.”

“Thank you.” Shells chuckled and adjusted her cowboy hat. "I’m going to get this for myself, I mean, it’s so pretty, it even has rhinestones!”

Beatrice continued to browse through the decorations, picking out a few items that caught her eye. She carefully selected colorful balloons, banners, envisioning how they would transform their home. She paused every now and again to imagine the scene, then choose between two types of streamers. 

Something that took a while to be dealt with, apparently.

Shells watched Beatrice with a smile. "You're really going all out for this joint birthday celebration, huh?"

She nodded, still staring the streamers down. "I want it to be special. It's Rooster's last birthday before he's deployed, and it's Nicole's first. I want them both to have wonderful memories of this day." she purses her lips, “Blue or red?”

Shells tilted her head as she contemplated the choice of streamer color. "Why not both?”

Beatrice considered Shells' suggestion, her fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the display. "You know, I like that idea. It is a joint birthday anyway. Let's go with both blue and red."

Shells grinned and helped Beatrice gather the selected decorations. "Sounds like a plan. Hey,so…can we talk about." she looked around surreptitiously, cupping her hands around her mouth, “The Miranda situation?”

Beatrice glanced around to ensure no one was within earshot before she lowered her voice and spoke to Shells. "Really? Now?”

Shells nodded and leaned in closer to listen. "Oh come on, you must have an inkling why she showed up at the Hard Deck.” she arches her brows, ‘Besides being a bitch to you.”

She sighed, her brows furrowing in frustration."I have no idea, Shells. She's always been condescending and rude, but I can't figure out why she chose to show up now." she pushes the cart along to check more decorations, “And on the Hard Deck?”

Shells frowned, her neon pink cowboy hat slightly askew. "I mean,we can always consider mur—." she stops, suddenly remembering the little baby between them, happily laughing at every color she sees, “I mean, uh…well.I dunno what to do about her.” she pauses, “...does she know Rooster is being deployed with her husband?”

Beatrice blinked in surprise, holding a colorful party hat in her hands “I…imagine so? I mean, but why would that change anything?”

Shells tilted her head, her neon pink cowboy hat threatening to fall off but managing to cling to her head. She continued in a hushed tone, "I mean, it's possible that she's just looking for a way to assert herself, especially if she knows that Rooster is being deployed with her husband. It could be some kind of power play."

Beatrice pondered Shells' words, her expression thoughtful as she considered the possibility. "But I still don't understand why she'd choose the Hard Deck for it. There are plenty of other places to assert her presence."

Shells shrugged, her gaze scanning the store for more decorations. "Maybe it's because she knows you work there, and she's trying to get under your skin. Some people just enjoy making others uncomfortable. And she did fail to do that at dinner.”

The brunette nodded, her grip tightening on the party hat. "You're right. It…could be it. God she better not show up at the Hard Deck again. One time is one too many."

Shells chuckled, her neon pink cowboy hat miraculously staying in place despite all the head tilting and shaking. "Well, if she does show up again, just remember that you have a team of loyal pilots and friends who'll have your back. No one messes with our Bea." she punches the air, “I’ve been training my right hook.”

“Oh,really?”

“Yep.” she leans close to Nicole,who just now turned to Shells in surprise, “I’ll even teach you some tricks,Nikki. When you are older…remember, go for the throat.”

“Shells.”

Shells gave Beatrice a grin as she glanced over at Nicole, who was happily giggling at the attention she was getting from both women. "You're never too young to learn a good self-defense move, right?"

"Shells,please let's not turn Nicole into a little ninja just yet."

Shells tsked lowering her cowboy hat as if in defeat. "Fair enough,ma’am. We'll save the ninja training for another time." Beatrice wasn’t impressed, “But she can learn the bitch slap. That helped me a lot during school.”

“Shells!” Beatrice looks so worried Shells can’t help but snort at her expression, “Jesus, can my daughter turn one in peace?? Please?” the blonde laughs harder, but nods in defeat. “...now come on, there’s a lot more to do.”

“Yes ma’am.” Shells tips her hat, hooking her thumb on her belt loops, “You go ahead,now.”

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[tetsuromybeloved]

fine line

♡ Ran Haitani x gn!reader

♡ SPOILERS FOR TR CH. 258, mention of death

♡ when I wrote the other fic “defeated” i focused on the relationship between reader and Ran, but then I read that Kakucho was the most admired person from Ran, so why not write about what happened to Kakucho? I cried while writing this, enjoy 😪

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You were sleeping when your ringtone interrupted the stillness of your room. It was dark and you could hear noises from the open window.

The moment you realised you weren't dreaming, you groaned and turned around towards the nightstand where your phone was. Taking it in your hands, you wondered who was calling you, not expecting to see Ran’s name on the screen. You furrowed your eyebrows because, usually, Ran would be asleep at that time.  

You accepted the call, removing the phone from your charger and putting it beside your pillow.

“Ran?” you said worried. “Hi” he whispered, then paused a second, “sorry, did I wake you up?” he continued. 

“No, don’t worry” you answered as you took a deep breath. You waited a minute, wondering how you could ask him what was going on. You knew something was wrong if he called you at those hours. 

“Something happened?” you asked, after coming up with the fact that there was no right way to say it.

stillness

It was quiet on the other side of the line, until he released a shaky sigh and you understood.

He was trying not to cry.

Were you imagining things? You didn't talk, waiting for him to do it.

He didn’t answer for a few minutes, bringing you to wonder if he was still there. You called him “Ran?”, but he almost cut you off answering “Kakucho is dead”.

You brought a hand to your mouth. Your mind was blank, until the only thing you could think about was, ‘how’. How could it have happened if days before everything was alright? 

You heard another sigh from him but, this time, you heard a sob following after. 

“I’m so sorry love” you whispered, trying to make him understand that you were there, listening to him. You felt your eyes watery the moment you heard shuffling from the other side and a groan from Ran. 

“I didn’t…” he whispered but then paused, too overwhelmed from what happened to say it into words. 

You knew how much Ran respected Kakucho. After every fight they had, he used to tell you everything they did. The recognition Ran had towards Kakucho was mostly because Ran felt like he was a good companion of fights. He admired him for being strong even if life wasn’t good. 

You recalled that when you first met Kakucho, your initial thought was 'respectful'. Even if Ran kept you out of his criminal life, he wanted you to meet him among all. When you saw his scarred face, you couldn’t help but wonder what he had to go through to come out in that state. He seemed older than you, but he was still able to make you feel comfortable in his presence. Yet, now he was dead. 

You heard another sob followed by a suffocated groan, and you imagined Ran laying on his bed with an hand over his mouth trying to suppress his cries. “I didn’t even… say goodbye to him” he whispered, just to cry right after those words left his mouth.

Your throat was dry, trying to hold back your tears. You realised that, even after months of relationship, you had never heard Ran so sorrowful and heartbroken.

It was even the first time you heard him crying, and it was wrecking you; the fact that you couldn’t do anything to relieve his sadness if not listen to him through a phone, was destroying you. He was being vulnerable with you for the first time, and you were mad at yourself for not knowing how to appropriately approach him.

Once again, you heard noises from the other side of the call, then a muffled scream, at which you flinched, not expecting it. It was so sad that it reverberated inside of you, and you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. You immediately dried your face, feeling like you didn’t have the right to cry when Ran was so devastated. 

You were aware that, for him, death was a common thing; but, in that moment, it felt like his soul was being pulled apart and that he was trying his hardest to keep it together. 

He was destroyed and nothing could’ve changed what happened; the problem was that he knew that. He knew that Kakucho couldn’t come back, and he knew that all of this could’ve been avoided. 

Ran was aware of everything, but it still didn’t prevent him from being emotionally destroyed. He damned himself for not being there when Kakucho was dying but, mostly, for not telling him how much he appreciated him. 

“I’m so so sorry baby” you muttered after a while, shaking your head. He didn’t answer back, and you wished you weren’t separated by a screen. You wanted to comfort him, to hug him, and to make him understand that you would always be there for him. 

There was silence between you two, but it was clear that words weren’t needed; your presence there was vital for him, because he didn’t know what he would’ve done if he was alone. You were the only thing that could keep him from going insane.

“I’m sorry” he said after he calmed down; you dried your tears and shook your head, “don’t be” you answered.

You cleared your voice, then decided to talk “I’m sure…”, you pondered your choice of words, not really knowing how to talk to him in that situation, then continued “I’m sure Kakucho isn’t upset that you didn’t say goodbye”. 

He briefly chuckled then sniffled, “you’re right” he said with the little voice he had left. You waited, then asked “do you want to, maybe… come over?”.

Another shuffle from his side and you understood that he must have stood up from the bed, “yes baby” he murmured. 

You nodded even if you knew he couldn’t see you, “alright… I’m going to wait for you” you said, scared of what Ran would do if he had felt abandoned. 

You were craving his presence next to you and he did too, not wanting to be left alone with his thoughts anymore. 

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[writercole]

Summary: Nighttime trains provide one of the best backdrops for getting to know someone. Words: 258 Warnings: Fluff. Baby Bob. A/N: It's always at a county fair and it's always near a lake.

She walked off the plane still talking to the man that had been seated next to her. He had a familiar quality about him, his blue eyes taking her back to a time over a decade ago, when everything was possible and nothing was determined.

She had wandered away from the fair to stand by the lake, the sound of a train crossing the bridge drowning out the bells and whistles from the alley of games that she had fled from. Picking up a few stones, she started tossing them across the water, the rocks bouncing until they sank, making ripples that never quite reached the shore.

The sound of crunching gravel drew her attention and she spun around, finding a guy about her age walking towards her, his hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders up to his ears as he smiled. 

“I, uh, didn’t mean to disturb you,” he called from a distance away. “If you want, I can -”

“You’re not disturbing anything,” she interrupted. “Just needed a break from the constant noise.”

“Do you mind if I stay? I promise, I just want some quiet, too,” he drawled.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind the company. Tossing rocks at the water, even when you want quiet, is kinda lonely.”

He smiled and his shoulders relaxed, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “I’m Robert,” he introduced as he stood next to her, staring out at the water.

She told him her name and let the conversation drop, enjoying the silence and the sunset with her equally quiet companion. 

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[loudestwarning]

New LFO mode on 258's, 'hidden' Ring Mod, NCOM, new Noise, SSG switches, headphone out, better Stereo Mixer etc

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[helluvaxhazbin]

Hellaverse OC Info

Name: Charlotte (nicknamed rosie)

Age: 23 at time of death but 258 since death

Class: Fallen Angel (previously a winner but was cast down for having empathy for demons)

Time of Death: 1765

Cause of Death: Had her throat sliced by her mother

Heaven Appearance: She has a pink glowing skin tone. With light pink hair in this hairstyle including the roses. She has this makeup look. Has a round face shape and this body type. She wears this gown. Along with these shoes. Wears this choker and earrings. She has wings in light pink.

Wears the same outfit when she first falls to hell.

Hell Appearance - She has the same pink glowing skin, face shape and body type. The same hairstyle in light pink with said roses. Has this makeup look with her lipstick worn like this and there are cracks along her face resembling a broken porcelain doll. Her wings are also a hot pink in hell and the feathers are more messy with some falling out. She wears this dress and choker along with these shoes and gloves. As well as these earrings and this ring on her right hand.

Powers: She has a special connection to animals both heaven and hellborn ones. Similar to snow white. Often they act in her aid to protect her. She can also fly with her wings and has the gift of song.

Bio: Rosie is a princess to a royal family. She is sugary sweet. A ray of sunshine and feels her emotions strongly. Throughout her entire life and afterlife she has been ridiculed for it. Being called a crybaby often. She hates confrontation and has always hated yelling. Not just because it's often anger motivated but because loud noises overstimulate her. She radiates positivity gentleness and kindness. She's naive to a fault. Believes there's good in everyone. She's quite a party gal but wished to be a good queen some day.

Her father adored her and spoiled her rotten. Coddling and protecting her partly due to losing her mother in childbirth. As a result she was his greatest treasure but her stepmother never liked her. She resented her and even despised her for her beauty and taking so much of her father's attention.

The queen consumed by her jealousy killed the princess on her birthday amidst the big ball thrown in her honor. She was quickly caught with blood on her hands and was promptly executed for her crimes at her husband's insistence. Rosie was sent to heaven upon her death and lived there for hundreds of years in paradise. Once she was made aware of the injustice down to demons starting with the exterminations she wouldn't relent in her protests. Her questioning and trying to quietly assist said demons resulted in her banishment. Causing her to become a fallen angel.

[ninjadeathblade]

Febuwhump Day Twenty Three: (Alt. Prompt) Lightning strike

Warnings: Reference to being dead

Word count: 258

Author's notes: I need to schedule stuff today

Dusk flinched as lightning struck again, holding tighter to his mother as the storm raged outside.

“Shhh, it's fine, it's just a storm,” Marigold comforted, one hand running back and over his horns. “It can't hurt you.”

Dusk looked up at her with watery eyes. “Really?”

Marigold nodded. “I won't let anything hurt you, especially not some lightning storm.”

Years passed.

He clung to the memory, flashes of it returning when he arrived at Dawn's house.

Wind and rain lashed at both of their faces, staring between each other.

“You're going to freeze or be eaten if you stay outside,” Dawn said loudly, trying to be heard of the noise around them.

Lightning flashed across the sky, making Dawn's eyes and horns practically glow.

“I'm fine. I like the rain anyway,” Dusk responded.

He left out the part that lightning storms couldn't hurt them.

Probably because nothing could hurt him anymore so it didn't feel that important.

No hunger, no tiredness, no weakness, no dehydration, no-

No family.

It was strange, being dead.

He could still feel everything, knew the rain was plastering curls against his forehead.

He closed his eyes and craned his head towards the sky, trying to feel alive again, just for a moment.

“I didn't expect to meet you this soon.”

That was what Death had said.

He reopened his eyes as Dawn said something, refocusing his senses on the present, the now, forcing himself to be closer to humanity.

He prayed that Dawn would get to live out a longer life than him.

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[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 258: First Date, p4

She’d seen it in his face, with that first peal of thunder, as they’d been making out in the back seat. And then she saw it again, as they’d each climbed out of the car into the rain, to scramble into the front: the second thunderclap frightened him, just as he was about to get in to the passenger seat. 

It made her heart shiver, her thighs twitch, seeing him react like that. “Shhh…it’s okay,” she assured him, “it’s just a big noise.”

“haha yeah…” he laughed nervously. 

But another >>crack<< of thunder, just as she was about to put the car in gear and pull out, made him jump in the seat next to her and yelp. “Scary, huh?” she asked, her belly fluttering in even greater arousal. She pulled down the driver’s side sun visor, slid open the mirror and - peering into her own eyes - did a quick manifestation:

Manifest: I am strong, I am strong enough. I am as strong as he needs me to be. I am as strong as he wants me to be. Physically, mentally, and emotionally I am a superwoman. I can carry the weight of this relationship on my strong shoulders. 

“Okay let’s go,” she said, the heat between her legs like a wet flame burning up into her, crackling at the back of her throat. Their kissing had lit fires and now she was a woman on a mission: get this boy alone NOW haha. 

“Whoah..!” he laughed as she peeled out, tires sliding and skidding into the wet gravel of the lot. He was anxious - no, J, excited…excited - to be alone with her, too. But this storm was freaking him out. “Don’t get us killed, right?”

“I promise!” she promised, as she took off into the street.

During their ride there was lightning, and there was rain. Lots of it. She never considered herself the strongest driver, especially at night, and double-especially with buckets and buckets splashing from the heavens against her windshield and overwhelming the wipers. Still, though, her speed was nearly reckless. 

Aside her in the passenger seat he was checking a weather app on his phone. He felt some of the same urgency to get home, back to his apartment with her and the promise of those endless legs, that perfect hair, those lips. He shouldn’t expect much - it was their first date - but his nine-inch erection still bulged uncomfortably as a constant reminder down his thigh. “This storm, is, centered, like…right over us,” he lamented, doing his best not to sound as nervous as he was, “the strongest cells are - haha - right where wey’re headed.” Right over the office. Great. Why was he so freaked out by this storm?

“It’ll be okay,” she assured him again, glancing over at him with a smile as she drove, “You’ve got me. I’ll kiss it all better.” She giggled. 

“Oh god…” he groaned aloud, rolling his eyes and making her giggle again. 

Seriously, though, she thought to herself as she took a right turn that she’d nearly missed (“ooopsie..!”) What is this? Me imagining him and the thunder and my arms and little forehead kisses and he’s so little and-

What is he doing? she suddenly noticed, Is he looking at my breasts?

His eye level, seated as they were, was at her bare, beautiful shoulder. Both of her arms were out, hands gripping the steering wheel. But he, yes, had let his phone screen fade out as he couldn’t help but stare at - through her white top - how her nipples had visibly swollen up. He was watching the right one, in fact, growing still. 

Oh my god!! she exclaimed to herself, nearly bursting out with an overcome laugh, realizing how visible her own excitement had become. “Wh-what are you looking at, sweetie?” she giggled as, with her attention off the road for a second, she swerved a bit in her lane.

“Oh, uh…s-s-sorry…” he apologized, face flushing and hand reaching out to steady himself with the dashboard. He was definitely seat-buckled in, she’d made sure of that. “I, um…”

“I-it’s okay,” she said, even a bit shyly, “Y-you don’t have to just look…you can touch.”

"A-are you sure?” he asked, though his heart was pounding in his throat with the promise of it, “Is that safe while you’re driving?”

“I’m a…I’m a very good driver…” she assured him.

“Okay th-then…oh my god,” he peeped as he tentatively turned in his seat and reached out to touch her, lay his right palm over the gentle nub of nipple pressing itself through the firm fabric of her bra, through her cotton shirt.

She groaned, as soon as she felt him. Warmth coursed into her from her chest, rainbows washed through her vision, causing her to swerve again haha. From all across the city it was like she could hear other girls squeal. “Omigod okay okay…” she laughed, obviously overcome. 

He quickly removed his hand, thinking he’d done too much. 

Her hand, though, shot out to stop him. “I didn’t tell you to ‘stop’…” she said, in a playful complaint, bringing his hand back to her breast, “just, be gentle.” 

Breath shallow, he slowly put his hand over her again. She’d returned both hers to steering, and sighed as his right palm tentatively traced the ample rondure of her huge bust, running his touch lower over her breast and amazing himself at just how small it made his hand look.

“Big, huh?” she asked, not without a touch of pride.

“Oh my god so big…” he repeated, “so beautiful…”

We could pull over right here and I could-

…

Strong, Missy, be strong. Drive.

His hand on the underslope of her right breast now, he found the courage to heft a little, test its weight. “You’re so beautiful,” he repeated again, amazed by her mass, the solidity of her bra below. He looked up at her, saw her teeth clenched. “a-are you okay?” he asked with concern, but this time kept his hand where it was.

“Yeah haha but…” she began, breathless, “...how far away are we?” She wasn’t thinking totally clearly, there was the rain…

“Just like two minutes,” he answered, Heart pounding in his chest. If there had been any doubt in her mind about his fascination with her breasts, it was long gone now. What would she think, what would she do when they were finally alone?

“Okay…keep your hand right there…” she said. It was like she was using the moment as a test, an exercise of her own self-control.

“O-okay…” he agreed, unmoving but feeling once again the weight of her tit in his hand. God…goddamn…

“Once we get there,” she began, in an ask, as she turned onto a new street, feeling her breast shift seismically against his palm, “can I come in?”

“y-yes of course,” he agreed, with sudden visions of her smearing chocolate cake on his face, “we can have the d-desserts…” eating it off him…

“Mmhm,” she acknowledged, with a little giggle, “you want me to just eat everything. You’re just imagining where all of this dessert is going to go, aren’t you? Right to…” At that, she pressed her breast forward, into his hand. “...here.”

”Uhh…” he stumbled, tongue caught in his throat. Holy shit her tit is so huge.

“haha yes I can’t wait,” she said, biting her lower lip and imagining suddenly something other than a Chocolate Triple Bomb Cake in her mouth, “I’ll eat it all up for you…”

Finally In the office parking lot, where he kept his apartment, more thunder immediately exploded as soon as a crack of lightning lit the sky and the lot. They were basically alone. Aside from two other cars - one of the construction guys’ trucks and one other, parked in the distance - theirs was the lone vehicle here, in the deluge. Strange; usually there was construction all through the nights, all weekend. Whatever it was, this storm was right on top of them, and she saw him shudder, his eyes wince. He was obviously trying to be brave, but he looked like a frightened kid. Parked haphazardly near-askew in a fire lane, turning off the engine, she turned to him and put her hand on his knee. “Are you okay?” she asked, with honest concern. 

“I’m f-fine,” he replied, with his best macho smile - but then another bolt and blast from the sky made him jump in his seat and squawk. 

“You weren’t freaked out like this by the thunder during the rainstorm on the beach at the conference,” she said tenderly, remembering that romantic moment from weeks ago - like she did every moment with him -  vividly, “What’s different?”

“I…I dunno…” he answered, non-commital but thinking the exact same thing she was: the world is changing; men are meeker and I’m smaller.

“Remember, I’m here,” she assured him. She looked at him, once again fought back the urge to just jump his little bones right then and there, and gave him a heartwarming smile. “Ready to go up?” she asked, a spark of promise glinting in her eyes. 

“S-sure,” he answered, heart thumping. 

“Stay right there,” she said, suddenly unclicking her harness and turning to get out of the car. 

A bit confused but still in his seat, he watched her slam the door shut, race around the front of the car through the torrential rain, and appear at his door, opening it for him. He undid his seatbelt. 

“C’mon!” she said, voice raised so’s not to be drowned out by the storm,  “I’m going to carry you!”

“C-carry me??” he asked up at her, a bit shocked but ggghdhdhbfk his cock swelled as without waiting for him to comply she bent, slid her left hand underneath his bottom, her right under his knees.

“Remember how we did this at the conference?” she said, her face now right next to his, temporarily out of the rain and lit up by the cabin light. Her eyes were sparkling; she was gorgeous. “I was pretty drunk…but I do, I remember. I liked it…did you?”

I d-did, he said to himself but could only admit “uhhhh…” to her as she - ohmigod! - lifted him cleanly from the passenger seat, like he weighed no more than a sack of rice. He felt her laugh as the rain began to pelt them both. 

She shifted him in her arms, settling him in a cradle and with a bump of her hip the car door was shut. Omigod he’s so light! she marveled, as immediately she began running, laughing again, through the rain to the office’s main door, her adorable little boss in her arms. 

“ugh right the construction!!” she wailed, laughing anew as they both realized yes the front doors were sealed. We can’t go in that way! They’d have to go around the side!  Run to the side door! Quick haha! She took off, jogging, him jostling in her arms, around the corner of the building. 

“Actually the rain feels really good!!” she yelled, suddenly stopping in her tracks halfway down the side path, under a sidewalk lamp on a high post.

“Wh-w-wh-what are you doing??” he sputtered, confused and getting drenched. Anyone watching would see a tall woman in high heels standing there with a small man draped across her arms, tilting her face up into the pouring rain, letting the sky wash over her under the lamp’s silver light, letting nature soak him to the bone. 

“Do you feel that???” she sang out, her eyes gleaming in the rain, reflecting the light from above, “It’s amazing!!”

They would see her then lifting him over her head into a press, laughing crazy in a pagan joy, like a priestess with an offering to whatever goddesses had summoned this storm. He had gone helpless in her hands, a limp sacrifice, and for the moment he was more afraid of her than the rain - until a bolt of lightning struck nearby. They would watch the scene light dramatically, see him jolt above her in defenseless terror, look up into the heavens from where he could swear he saw three giant faces - feminine, possibly familiar ones, at that - formed in a circle by the dark, swirling stormclouds themselves, regarding him, mouths agape. Only a weird pareidolia, of course, or an illusion of some new madness, but heightening his acute sense that something the fuck weird was going the fuck on. His eyes must be failing him!

Camera 0012 caught the whole thing. 

<<We’ll need that footage>>

“C’mon let’s run!” she yelled to him with a laugh (as if he had any choice haha!), lowering him once again to her bosom and jogging again to the office building’s side entrance.

Sputtering in the rain, confused and frightened (she’d just lifted me like a rag doll over her head!!) but trying to now laugh along with her despite the ignominous position in which he found himself, he watched her, now at the side door. He would have needed a keycard to unlock it, but for her a red light blinked and the lock opened automatically. In a flash they were inside, her still laughing and urgently promising him that “it’s okay!! We’re almost there haha!” as they hurried down the halls, through her office and up the temporary spiral stairs that led to his apartment. They were dripping dripping dripping, puddles on the floor in a path behind them. 

In through his apartment door - together they fumbled, getting his key from his jacket pocket - with him still in her arms, they were finally inside and she kicked the door closed with a declamatory >thud<.

They were alone. The small apartment was unlit, the storm keeping the ambient light from the parking lot little more than a miasmic glow. It was her first time in his place, and she surveyed it as she could, her heart thud-thud-thudding in the dark. She thought of finding a light switch, but when a flash of lightning lit the sky outside, brightening the room for a brief, abrupt second and causing him to reflexively curl more into her…she did not rush to turn on the lights.

>CRASH< the thunder was still upon them; he whimpered, and grasped at her body.

Omigod…she breathed deeply to herself and hugging him tighter, omigod omigod…what is going on?? Is this for real?

“Ohhh, sweetie,” she cooed, unable to help herself from using this, her most womanly and maternal of voices, “are you afraid of the big boom-booms?” He would find it emasculating, infantalizing, being spoken to like this but…

‘Boom booms?’ he repeated, to himself, acutely feeling the huge softness of her breasts pressing into his left side. What is going on?? Is this for real??  he thought. He whimpered again, as another flash from outside lit the room. I was never afraid of thunderstorms!! But this one seemed to somehow shake him to his core, in an uncanny, eldritch way, and Melissa’s presence was the only thing that could help make him feel safe. It was her perfume, it was the soft strength of her body, it was her voice.

“It’s okay, I’m here,” she said to him in the dark, as they prepared for the next thunderclap. He needed her! He could not be here by himself! He’d be unable to…to…to even breathe here without her!  His inadequacy, his weakness, was such a turn on! Unable to help herself, she shifted him in her arms, tilted his face to her-

>BOOM!< came the thunder. This one, thankfully, nearly ten seconds after the lightning flash. Perhaps the storm was moving on? Still, though, the loud noise startled him anew, and he couldn’t help but curl in closer to her warm, soft, strong body. What had come over him?!? He shouldn’t be doing this with…with her!! He needed to look stronger, like a man!

She, of course, was happy to indulge him, and hugged him closer still. “Awww, are you doing this on purpose, just to get close to me?” she giggled, nestling her big breasts into him, “Get on my good side? Hm?” She leaned in, smooched him on the forehead. “Because it’s working haha!” This was like every girl’s dream these days, and he was being so vulni!

Eyes adapting to the dark, she peered around his apartment, bouncing him gently up and down in her arms, comforting him. There wasn’t much here, just one room, really, a largish studio with a small attached bathroom. He had a small dining table beside a tiny kitchen area. An old couch sat in front of them…and his bed was off to the right. 

Not just yet, not just yet, Missy…

She needed…she needed something to distract him, get his mind off this storm for a bit. She peered around and saw, now, something on the floor just inside the doorway. They must have stepped right over it when they entered. It looked like a piece of paper, folded in thirds. 

“What’s this?” she chirped, brightly, as she turned to it and began to crouch, “Someone dropped off a letter for you? Why don’t you pick it up, sweetie?”

Another flash of lightning, and then - as he reached out, sliding an arm away from her to grab the piece of paper off the floor as she easily knelt to allow him to reach - an even more distant peal of thunder. He winced, but did not whimper. He still felt a swelling in his pants. That had been happening, with each thunderclap, this whole time. 

“It looks like a note, hm?” she confirmed, as she stood and he began to unfold it. Immediately she knew its origin, and her smile curled in wry amusement. “Can you read it? Do you need more light?” The girls had been up here, slipped it under the door. 

“n-n-no it’s fine,” he answered. There was maybe just enough light from the parking lot outside to by which to read. Both of them looked at the note:

“Dear Daddy-“ it began, in familiar, girlish handwriting, “hope you enjoyed your date!!!” It was not signed but - oh my god - the lower half of the paper was plastered with what must have been more than a dozen different lipstick prints, kisses of different colors. His wet fingers stained the page at its edges.

“Oh that’s sweet!” Melissa sang, “The girls each gave you a kissy-mark!” 

“y-y-yeah…” he answered, feeling suddenly uncomfortable here. What was going on with these women? He was…he was surrounded, and couldn’t find a moment's peace, or keep a shred of dignity. 

“The girls are a lot, huh?” she asked, looking down tenderly at him as he fussed with the paper in his hands. She saw his consternation. She knew he was looking at all those kisses, imagining them, well…the image of a little boy in a schoolyard being chased by a pack of laughing girls came to her head. “It may be hard to see, but they really want what’s best for you, they know it’s a tough time,” she continued, “and I do too. Divorces are, like, hard. But, look on the bright side. Now you can finally have what you always wanted, a family. All your girls.” 

He had admitted it to her, in the past. How he’d wanted children, though his marriage had been barren. He considered it, what she was suggesting - it was sick, twisted, luridly salacious, but it stirred him. ‘Daddy’, they had called him. It actually made him chuckle dryly, the idea of all these young women, so playful with him, for some reason so interested in him. And there were so many of them! But she, Melissa, was different. She was the one to which his thoughts always came. She was the one who showed up in his dreams, who kept him up at night. He looked up at her, at her beautiful, darkly shadowed face. “‘Daddy’, huh?” he said, thinking of all the girls, “so what does that make you?”

“Haha I guess that makes me Mommy,” she replied, feeling - oooo..! - a rush of warmth in her own heart as she said it.

Just then a thunderbolt jolted him, the paper dropping from his hands in his shock, another stiffening between his legs.

“Shhhh….” she comforted him again, leaning in for another soothing forehead kiss, brushing some wet locks of his hair away with her nose and a giggle. “Let’s get you dried off,” she suggested. He was, seriously, still dripping. “I’m going to put you down for a moment,” she explained, as she gently lowered him to his feet, feeling already the empty space where he once was. He wobbled, feeling unsure on his feet and dreading, suddenly, that there might be another flash, another thunderclap. But he was able to stand and look up at her. This storm had really done a number on him!

“Wait here,” she said and - as if by some maternal intuition - knew exactly where to go to find a towel, the one he’d use after a shower. And though loathe to be away from him for even this long, across those scant yards of the apartment in his spartan little bathroom, she took the second to hold the towel to her face. She breathed in, deep. Ahhhh…it smelled of him.

“Here we go,’ she began, back at his side in a jiffy, covering his sopping head with the towel and scrubbing. She began drying his hair, then more gently his face, behind his ears, cooing affirmations as he stood, acquiescent to her attentions and fucking hard as a rock. She knew her big breasts were right in his face, the white of her shirt plastered wetly to her chest, probably showing off everything. Her black bra was showing plainly through it for sure, and allowing the most firm of wobbles. She probably smelled wet and warm…he was likely under her spell. She knew he was feeling vulnerable, but his wits were coming back as the storm retreated. This was a good time to talk.

“I know I said earlier, at dinner, that I was, like, your ‘mommy-girlfriend’ or whatever,” she began, as she scrubbed at the back of his neck, drying his shoulders, maybe casually aloof but one-hundred percent haha acting the part. “It was sort of a joke. I know I’m not your mommy, or even your girlfriend yet,” she continued, and was actually a bit nervous herself and tried doing her best to make her voice sound earnest, calming and encouraging, “But, do you think this…something, this relationship, could work out between us?” 

���Uh, I, um…” he began, caught suddenly in a serious conversation? He was still a bit out of it, stuck on a few words that she’d just said, not the least of which was ‘yet’.

“I feel like,” she continued, seeing she needed to maybe keep the pressure off a touch, help guide him through this, “since we got back from our trip together, we’ve been drifting apart a little. Now, though, I want us to get closer again.” She’d finished scrubbing his head, and had taken his hands into hers with the towel, was drying them. She looked him deep in the eye. “I want us to get very, very close…”

“Uhhh…” he struggled, as the images began to flow through his head. C-c-close..?

“How about you?” she asked, releasing his hands, “Do you want to get closer?” She began to scrub her own hair, which was wet but not the sodden mess his had been, with the bath towel.

He watched, and was entranced by even this, the most mundane of things. Was she actually the most beautiful girl in the world? When she was done, her mane was huge and full, a dark mass of softness in the dim light. He hadn’t said anything. “Hm? What do you think?” she prompted, but saw he was maybe still a bit confused. ”Here, sweetie, let's get you out of those wet clothes.” 

She began with his jacket, his new one, the blazer he’d bought for the party and had worn tonight, for their date. She helped him off with it, and laid it carefully over the back of the couch. It was wet, but somehow his button-up shirt below was even wetter. She unbuttoned him, one-by-one, and helped peel it off.

“I noticed you’re not wearing your wedding ring…” she commented, after she’d helped him pull his hands out through his sleeves. He was shirtless, now, bare-chested and shivering.

“I didn’t think you’d like it,” he said, honestly, “and you’re my date tonight, not her.”

nnnNNMMNNNNNGGGHhHSHDJFHPIJKN. She had to stop, to freeze. She’d nearly popped. Relax, Missy. 

Though it was dark, he could see plainly how wet and see-through her top really was. He’d taken her moment of speechlessness to comment, truthfully concerned, “Y-you’re all wet, too..”

oh jesus u have no idea. ”Y-yeah…” she said, recovering but now dropping to a crouch on her haunches in her high heels, right in front of him. She knew he was speaking earnestly, not pruriently. But a familiar fire was building in her, and as she saw the huge swelling down his right thigh she nearly gasped. She wouldn’t be surprised to see steam start rising from her own rain-moist skin, the promise of his body fanning her flames. She reached out for his belt, tightened to its limit around his little waist; he’d even punch in some new holes. She felt him balk a bit, suddenly shy and trying to step backwards from her - but she grabbed his belt.

“What's the matter sweetie?” she asked, big eyes up to give him a fake hurt look, pouting her lips as she spoke, “You don't want me to find out how much you like me?”

He wrestled with himself for a brief moment. It was too much, and it was time. “N-no..please…do it…” he surrendered, allowing her to her task. Dutifully Melissa, his new overdeveloped Office Manager, more than ten years his junior and breathtaking beyond belief, undid his belt, undid his pants, unzipped his fly. She pulled his pants down, already seeing his monster cock swollen down his right thigh, proud past the leg of his otherwise over-big boxers. Those she slid down easy, as large as they were on him, and his erection sprang to life between them.

Omigod, it’s true. “You’re so hard…” She’d never seen anything like it. Even in the dark it was beautiful, all nine-plus inches of it. She fought against every fiber in her genetically-perfect being to just grab him by the hips and-

“jesus, M-Melissa…” he moaned, throbbing already, bobbing lewdly, feeling the cool air of the room around him. The predictable embarrassment he’d feel at times like this - I know, it’s huge, I’m sorry… - gripped him. She was so close, and it was as if it could tell.

She was so close. She could grab it, she could throat him. But no, not yet. He might need more. He deserves more. "Would you like me to take off my shirt, sweetie?" she asked plainly.

“omigod yes…” he groaned, looking down her top already at her deep cleavage but imagining…oh god, oh christ…

”Here…why don’t you help…” she encouraged.

His hands instantly moved to comply, awkwardly reaching to her top, where it fell around her shoulders. He began to tug on it, upwards.

Melissa giggled, and brought her hands to his. “Shhh…” she hushed him, her hands coming to rest on his, to stop him, “let me stand up…”

She rose, now, slowly in front of him, her huge bosom nearly brushing his chin on its way up to settle in front of his face. He watched as she did, smelled her perfume.

She felt so much bigger than him, and she wanted him to feel it too, to appreciate it. It was a new urge, a new feminine urge that had gripped her and would not let go. “I’m so much taller than you, Dr. J,” she said, bringing his hands to grasp her shirt at the hem and leave him to start lifting it up with shaky hands, “Do you think you’ll be able to do this?”

“I…I..” he began, feeling every one of the nine inches he’d lost as he started to raise her top. At first, in his meekness, it was just a scant couple of inches more over her already-exposed taut stomach, her defined abs standing out in stark relief in the  low light. He couldn’t help but stare, just at her stomach.

He paused.  “I-I’m sorry…” he apologized, “I’m a little overwhelmed…”

That made her giggle; plus: that tickled! "It's okay, sweetie. I only want to please you tonight. We can go as slow as you want," she said, surprising herself with the restraint in the words coming from her mouth. For so long she hadn’t let a man even touch her. It had been years, honestly, since she’d been intimate with a guy. And with what’s been going on with her hormones recently she figured she’d be more than anxious to be skin-to-skin with this man, slathering to be just all over someone for whom she felt this undeniable, magnetic attraction, now that they were alone. But with him it was all feeling just so...right. With him she didn’t want to rush. With him, she wanted it to be perfect. He is so safe, she thought, so kind and gentle. And he's so small and...yeah, perfect for me.

I can be strong but c’mon I can’t wait forever haha.

She brought her big hands back over his smaller, trembling ones, and together they slid her shirt slowly upward, heightening the tease. Her tight abs were in full view now, and her shirt rose up to the point where the bottom of her huge black bra appeared along with the - nnnngh holy christ - hint of lower boob, some bulging out voluptuously below her satin cups. She kept the slow pace, her massive breasts coming into view achingly slowly, the dim night and shadows only adding to the drama. As her white shirt rose farther, stretching elastically over her bosom, the naked tops of her full, firm breasts, with their bare smooth, tan-and-creamy skin, were revealed.

He let out a gasp as he realized just how remarkably big her chest was, in start contrast to her thin, waspish waist, and she looked in his eyes, a big smile on her lips as she watched his amazed face.

"Are they big enough for you, hun?" she teased, and she took over from him, finished taking off her top, lifting it over her head as his hands fell away, helpless. Her massive JJ-cups, bigger than his head, suddenly dominated the room. 

…it was even smaller on her now. She bulged out not only underneath it but over the cups now too.

She giggled, loving how flummoxed she had him. “This is the same bra, sweetie,” she confirmed, as if reading his thoughts, “But now, we’re totally alone. No one can disturb us.” She smiled down at him, though she could tell he was still reticent, like he felt he was being judged…or watched. “You can touch it…” she offered, watching proudly as he tried to keep himself together, devastated by her figure. She loved - loved loved loved - being able to have this effect on him. After a brief pause, she saw that he’d gathered the strength again, and watched as he tentatively reached up with both hands to cup her massive breasts through her bra, sinking them deep into their sides, supple flesh and firm cups giving some way to his touch.

“You like that I’ve been gaining weight, don’t you?” she asked, a mischief in her smile belying how much she was enjoying teasing him, “You’ve like being able to watch, seeing that nothing fits me quite the same?” The feel of his hands on her was marvelous, and the rapt look on his face was even more wonderful still. She loved being this…overwhelming.

“wh-what size are you now?” he stammered, studying her intently, feeling like he had the chance - she’d just made the comment about her weight gain, her size - to ask what he’d been dying to know.

“Do you mean my bra size, sweetie?” she retorted, her smile becoming even more crooked. Boys and their obsession with these things, she laughed to herself. “Is that what you’re wondering?”

“y-yes…”

She smiled to herself. “How about I tell you,” she began, now moving to clasp her hands behind her back, which pulled her shoulders back and gently pushed her chest forwards, “on our next date?” At that, she began to slowly pivot, back and forth, at the hip, showing off the dramatic curves of her torso as his overmatched hands just held on. She filled his vision, for sure, she was all that he saw. She still wore - along with that black bra, her jeans, and big red heels - an enigmatic little smile. “Will you go out on a second date with me?” she cooed, in an innocent voice, still, “Hmmmm?”

“yesss…please…” he peeped. Her big, shapely breasts seemed ready to burst her bra, and he could not keep his eyes off them. He was now holding on to her chest as if for support. 

“Ok…” she continued, “promise?”

“I…I promise…” he breathed, unable to believe, in one quick moment of wonder, the incredulity of it all. How had he got here? Three months ago he was…and now he’s…and this girl…they're talking about…

“A third date?” she giggled, still twisting back and forth, “A fourth?”

How had he got so lucky???

“Oh my gosh yes yes..!” he laughed, making her, perfectly pleased with herself, laugh as well. 

“Oh good!” she squealed, suddenly pulling his face into her bosom, squashing his face into her cleavage. His hands, in surprise, shot out to the sides and she heard him utter a little squawk. Haha! “I’m so glad you like me!”

His whole body had stiffened, in shock, and she knew the air he breathed now would be full of her pheromones. Who knew what they’d be doing to him at this point but haha it’d have to be something good! She let him breathe, settle, feel the softness of her big tits around his face as she held him, waited for him to quiet. She lowered her chin to rest on his head, idly stroking his hair. He should be feeling like he’s in his own private heaven by now, she mused, knowing him already all too well. Her lower belly warmed again as another flicker of lightning and then - a bit later - a roll of thunder made him quiver. His cock, his hard, enormous, naked cock, pressed into her thigh through her jeans. She nestled herself around him, so voluptuous that she felt she could nearly surround him - wouldn’t that be amazing! And he would love it! But, she told herself, all in good time. If he thought he was drowning in women now, he had no idea that what he was currently experiencing was just a sprinkling, that he was caught in a little rain shower. He had no clue as to the deluge that was coming. It was going to be a tempest, a monsoon. The clouds were soon going to open and burst and rain down so much woman on the world that…oh my god. 

Breaking from her reverie in a flash of revelation, Melissa’s eyes widened, suddenly considering the thunderstorm outside that still surrounded them. Her chin still resting on his head as he wallowed in her boobs, she sniffed the air and it all began to fall into place. How it…the storm…was that..?

She looked across the room. From atop a cabinet, across the little kitchen, a tiny red light blinked. Her eyes narrowed. 

Ugh, she thought, yeah right. I forgot. 

Suddenly, she didn’t feel quite so alone. Suddenly, nothing felt quite so private. They could be watching. In fact, she could be watching. And the thunderstorm…was it theirs?

She began, slowly, to get angry. She could feel it, she could feel it rising. They were playing with him. Are they trying to play with her?  Another bolt of lightning, then thunder, came, exciting her like it had been all evening. She felt it stiffen him, too, making him groan - muffled - into her. Stop it! she thought, as loud as she could, let us have this…this…this time together! Like normal people!!

Another bolt of thunder came, and then another, along with the thrill in her bones and the stiffening at his hips. They knew. They knew she knew, maybe from watching her. They were playing with her! They were!! Ooooooo so mad!!! She’d found herself gripping his head tighter; he’d started to flail a bit. 

No. No no no no no. This was not the right mood. She needed to calm herself down.

I am strong, I am strong enough, she said to herself, repeating the mantra from earlier in her mind, I am as strong as he needs me to be. She breathed deep, feeling herself swelling around his face, and felt her anger come under better control. 

The thunder began coming faster. Another bolt, then another. Though she felt him shiver, still frightened by the noise, she gently pulled him out from the soft safety of her bosom. She dropped down in front of him to a crouch, his thick, meaty erection now standing proud and bobbing in the air right in front of her face. Every thunderclap just made him harder; she could watch it happen, see his manhood, his turgid sac, swell bigger with each new >>crack<<. The poor thing!! What are they doing to him?? They were obviously redoubling their efforts. She bit her bottom lip, struggling against so many deep-seated instincts, to just let it happen. God how she wanted to just take it right there into her big welcoming throat as he collapsed on top of her, draping his weak little body over her bigger, stronger one as she gave him relief. She could fucking consume him, right here…but that’d be exactly what they wanted. They’d be watching every second. She would see. 

I am strong enough. 

She leaned in and smelled him, making him groan as she felt his hands come to rest on her head. He wanted this too!  He smelled yes amazing but she could also smell that other, familiar, smoky scent that brought back memories of her childhood - they called it brimstone.

He’s mine! she thought aloud, You can’t have him!

She breathed in again, using his scent to steel herself, make herself stronger. Being with him gave her strength. 

I am as strong as he needs me to be, as he wants me to be, she repeated, mentally, emotionally and physically.

But he’s so hard, tho! she thought as she watched his cock throb and swell, thick veins pulsing around a shaft so stiff and dark with blood it looked like it might burst. I did this to him! I can't leave him like this! She will satisfy her man! But, she resolved herself, she will not do it their way. She’ll do it her way. She’ll show them how strong she is, with that little red light as her witness. They’ll soon see: being with him makes her stronger. 

She’s changing into what he needs, she’d realized, long ago. And now he needs her strong -  to resist, and to protect. There are so many of us, and we're getting so big, she knew, He needs me strong. 

Almost to herself, but looking at him, she spoke quietly.  “You want me strong?” she said, “Watch how strong I can get…”

At that, she reached out to grab his hips, each hand taking one side of his thin pelvis, tenderly but firmly. His bones felt so thin in her hands, and she knew suddenly for sure that she could do this, that she was strong enough. Still staring at his engorged, expectant cock, she readied herself, and began to rise. 

He gasped as, slowly, Melissa began to stand. She had his hips in her hands and she began to stand, taking him with her. As if he weighed nothing, she slowly lifted him, his feet leaving the ground, her face mere inches away from his hard, throbbing cock, staring at it. She rose, and rose, coming gradually to her feet, to stand with him in her grasp and holding him by the hips a full three feet off the ground. The camera, she made sure, could see it all. 

“M-M-Melissa..?” he peeped, overcome with shock. How could she be this strong!?!

Only then did her eyes leave his penis, and rise to meet his. She saw the terrified look in his eyes as the realization came to him, as the impact of it hit. He was coming to grips, quickly, of just what this woman could do, that this bombshell of a girl, his new Office Manager and budding romantic partner was also a fucking superwoman, strong beyond belief. She saw the bolt of comprehension finally hit him, and it made her smile. 

I am a superwoman, she told herself, I can carry the weight of this relationship on my strong shoulders. 

Though it still blasted away in earnest, she had stopped even seeing the arcane lightning, he had stopped hearing the thunder. To the two of them everything in the universe was now just what existed in their locked gazes. For herself, she was amazed at how easily she had lifted him. She knew she’d been getting stronger, in spades recently, at Evolution’s testing facility and at the gym by herself, but she’d had no idea she could do something like this, lift a full-grown man like he was a rag doll, hold him up like he was a toy with just her hands. Like he weighed nothing. Hahahaha it felt amazing, and her eyes widened in excitement and her smile grew to a grin as she slowly stretched out her arms to full-length, and raised him higher. 

“M-M-Melissa!” he croaked, and reflexively put his hands above himself. Luckily, the ceilings in his apartment were high, but the ceiling quickly approached and he was worried he’d hit his head. But then she shifted, turning, and began to walk, and he grabbed onto her forearms for support. 

She was headed for his bed. 

“I didn’t want you to trip,” she smiled, eyes still looking up into his as his pants and boxers hung awkwardly, still around his feet, “Can’t have you fall and hurt yourself…” Though his fear was belied in his voice, she saw it did nothing to make him any less hard. In fact…part of her thought he kinda liked this. 

She reached the edge of his bed, a small little thing against the wall with a thin mattress, thin sheets, a thin blanket. Still she held him, though, high above her head, looking up, watching his face and every little movement it made. 

“I could put you down, now,” she said, her smile mischievous  as he hovered over the bed’s edge, “or I could keep holding you, if you’d like?” Lightning flashed, thunder pealed in ever-quickening bursts. The eldritch storm was once again right over them, right on the office building but more impotent to them both. They had, now, each other. “Do you want me to keep carrying you?”

“uh…uhh…uh…” was all he could manage, still overcome by the experience of being held like a weightless nothing in the hands of a beautiful, obviously insanely strong young woman. It was, he’d realized already, an incredible sensation, somehow liberating in its display of power. She could do anything she wanted with him, he was a weakling next to her, it was made plain to see. Being in her grasp like this was darkly exciting, and he was tempted to ask her to carry him around the apartment like a plaything…but the promise of the bed was below him. “I…I think you should put me down,” he finally said, out of both arousal and fear. 

Giggling, she obeyed, and lowered him gently to sit naked on the edge of his bed. She took a step forward, and kneeled at his bedside, tenderly spreading his scrawny legs apart at the knees so she could sit between them. His shaft bobbed and twitched in the air between them. She sat up as straight as she could, chest forward in her overmatched black bra. With Melissa on her knees, him sitting on the bed, her eyes were still a bit above his. Her heart fluttered, seeing that his feet didn’t even hit the ground, and that she had him, her boss of these past couple months, totally naked in front of her. 

“Look at me, Dr J,” she said, her gaze unbroken from his though his eyes darted around, like those of a confused animal. As ready for her as he obviously was, this was a lot for him, she knew, and it was her job to make him comfortable. She took his chin into her right hand, and his eyes found hers. They looked at one another, through the darkness, his over-huge member wagging silently below, desperate for attention. Thunder and lightning tried to bend them both to its will. But I’ll do this in my own way, in my own time. I’m strong enough.  

Melissa felt her strength manifesting itself as being able to stop herself from doing exactly what she’d been genetically programmed to do, mindlessly maul his little body in passion, into submission. Even in the face of this unnatural storm, which was playing with both of their levels of arousal, she could be strong enough to resist her deepest instincts. She knew he’d let her, too, knew she could do it. He’d let her push him onto the bed and spread his little legs and do anything she wanted with him. She could break him, tonight, from here on out wear his little heart around her neck, nestled between her breasts like a pendant, a trophy. Play with him like a brainless little toy, slave to her pheromones. She could have his dignity, make him a little simp to her every whim. Enslave him to the cause. 

But normal girls don’t do that. Relationships that last don’t start off that way, under the watchful cameras of huge, shadowy multinational corporations. That’s not how good girlfriends behave. She could be strong enough to resist these urges. She could get him to like her, for real. 

“Melissa, I…I’m feeling a little overwhelmed…” he said, obviously feeling the effects of the storm, the weight of these past two months on his shoulders. He was staring into the green-and-gold eyes of the very mainspring of all his troubles, this young woman, the very reason why he’d made all these bad decisions, sacrificed so much: his marriage, his career, his integrity. 

“I know you are, sweetie,” she said, tenderly, now holding his face with both hands in the most compassionate way, staring into his eyes. She tried to read him, but she was still learning, figuring out all his little idiosyncrasies.  “What is it? What are you thinking about?” she asked.

That gave him pause. He, of course, couldn’t admit to the primary thought on his mind - getting her to touch him, kiss him again. But what was keeping him from acting on those impulses? He was also thinking about…well…his mind was a mess. “N-nothing,” he eventually replied, casting his eye away again.

“Care to…elaborate?” she chuckled, “You know, explain?” Her left hand reached down and poked him, in a little tickle, in the belly.

“Heyy…!” he laughed, doubling over a bit and eyes goggling as - closer, now, to her massive boobs - he watched them jiggle in her own mirth. He sat up, thankful for the dim light and how it was hopefully hiding his blush. Yes, she was right. He figured he had to say…something. He needed to be honest about how he, y’know…felt.  “Ah… Melisssa. We’re just so…different,” he began, cringing a little; he was just not good at this touchy-feely stuff, expressing his emotions, trying to put the vast differences in their backgrounds, their educations, let alone their ages into words, “Is this…really going to work out between us?”

“We are, we are different,” she admitted, looking down at him, brushing three fingers over her cleavage, to bring his attention back. She knew exactly what he was saying. “But…when you strip the differences away, it gets easier. I’m still just a woman, you’re still just a guy. A guy I happen to like…a lot,” she said, “Do you…like me?”

”Yes,” he answered, his voice quavering, fighting to keep eye contact again as her left hand still lightly caressed the bare skin of her bosomy chest, “I do.” 

“I like you, you like me,” she said, smiling patiently, warmly, “That’s a good start.”

“Y-yeah,” he admitted, still incredulous that he was here, naked, talking about a relationship with this towering twentysomething. Huge soft hair, long elegant neck, arresting eyes and a jaw-dropping figure. She was gorgeous! Why would she be interested in him?!?

“Sometimes,” she sighed, her breath ruffling up his hair and followed by her fingers, as the hand on his face creeped back behind his head, “We gotta go on feelings, ‘cause it’s all we’ve got. Maybe we should just let go and enjoy the moments as they come, huh?” She began caressing his scalp through his thick hair.

“o-okay,” he acceded. He’d stopped hearing the thunder, could only hear her voice.

“Like, what do you want to do right now?” she asked, pausing, considering her options. “How about…this..?” At that, she slowly drew in a deep breath, pulled back her shoulders. Immediately his eyes fell to her breasts. “Something like this, just looking at me…that can relax you.” The one hand still behind his head insured he was staring into cleavage, while the fingers of her left hand rested on her breast, alighting aside the deep, warm cleft that separated them. “All that stress, all those thoughts and worries, they have to go somewhere…” she began to whisper, “let them go here…between them…”

He watched as one finger slowly slid between her breasts, separating them a fraction before being engulfed and lost to view. She slid it in, and then slowly out, lazily. And then back in again.

She smiled, watching him become completely enrapt with this, the simplest of movements from her. His jaw was actually gaping. She could warp his mind with her perfumes, make him do whatever she wanted; she knew that. But maybe, instead, she could just show him how it could be, not just make it so, force it. That way, he could come to her on his own time, on his own terms. He might retain some of his dignity, that way.

He’d like that.

Though she’d promised herself she’d never use them on him, Melissa had already begun to allow her “love” pheromones to slowly eeke from her chest, to emanate from her skin. She knew there was a term for them, some psychologolical (was that the word?) word for what they could do, but she didn’t want to change him with them, didn’t want to have to artificially create this relationship herself. That would feel…wrong. But, she thought, if she could just put her feelings into them (and she had lots of those lol!), into the powerful perfumes that could come from her body, maybe she could just show him what it could be like, how she could make him feel. It was kind of like her own personal love spell haha, but just a preview! 

She watched as his face began to change, his expression began to soften, as she gently continued to release herself into the air and slowly slid her fingers - two this time - in and out of her cleavage again. See? she thought, He doesn’t have to be afraid of me, like they want. I can get him to love me instead, like I want.

He’d begun to make little noises. Omigod so cute! she marveled, overcome with her own attraction to even the littlest idiosyncrasies of his, like his little whines and whimpers, I still like to play with him tho! “You like looking at my breasts, hm?” she asked kindly, “Putting all those bad thoughts away, watching them disappear between them?”

“yesss...” he murmured, hypnotized. His voice shook, his body was beginning to tremble.

It almost brought her to gasp, a little bit, hearing how excited he now sounded. Ooo what..what was happening? She glanced down, quickly, at his throbbing erection. It stood stock still stiff and was - omigosh! - almost vibrating in the charged space between them. He was so turned on!! And..it looked…

“They’re big, and if you need I’ll just keep them getting bigger,” she said, an aroused husk deepening her voice, pressing on. She was surprising herself with her own boldness, here, but she knew it was her that was doing this to him, not them. “I want them to be big enough to hold all your feelings, Dr. J, good and bad,” she continued, thinking she might be able to…with just her voice…“I want my breasts to get enormous for you, if that’s what you need…”

“oh godddd…” he moaned, and he saw her watch his hips start to shake, his tight abdominals start to clench. Flooding through his mind were visions, feelings, emotions. Could this actually be the beginning of something between him and this…this…this fantasy woman?? What was she saying?? She was making him feel so…so good! What would more times alone bring? Could he feel like this…forever?

It did seem…she wasn’t even touching him but he looked like he was…

“Dr. J are you about to..?” she asked.

“y-y-yesss…” he groaned, obviously overcome and unable to control what was about to occur with his body. His eyes were plastered on her tits, he was imagining a life spent beneath them. 

“Do it..” she breathed, suddenly excited herself and leaning in closer and letting a thick new wave of her pheromones out onto him. “Come for me,” she said, “come for me sweetie…”

“nnnnnnNNNNGGGHH…!” he moaned, his body spasming, his hips jerking as, unbidden, his cock erupted. Naked, standing tall, it shot its first load nearly three feet skyward. Then again, and again, it jerked, his loins and sac clenched as he emptied himself into the air. “oh m-…oh my god…!” What was happening?!?

“Oh yes…oh yes Dr J!!” she crowed, amazed at the sight, amazed at the moment, amazed at her abilities to do what she had just done. She’d made a man come - with just her voice! FFFfffuck it made her feel so…powerful! “Come on, yes, come for me..!” she urged him, “come - more! More!” She was being gripped in an ecstasy of her own, something strong that lit her fires deep. Oh my godddd… It was coming quick…she might…she might…

Girls everywhere began to sweat, to heat, sit up straight and grew quiet. Sounds around them disappeared.

As if on command, he was hit with another wave of orgasm and he grunted anew. He stared down now at his pulsing, throbbing, still erupting erection and - instead of feeling bad, like a teenage premature ejaculator - felt proud, proud of his undeniable virility. Look at this thing! It was enormous, powerful, and Melissa seemed in awe. And, she didn’t seem upset at all that he came so quickly. She was excited that he was in love with her body’s power and her seemingly endless curves.

“Oh yes, oh yes, good boy..!” she caught herself saying, bringing yet another whine from him, “Keep going! Keep coming, get it all…out!” Her own body was quivering…quivering…and, yes, yes! Suddenly Nnnnnnnnnhhhh…! A small climax of her own, from pure excitement, without the touch of another, shivered through her body.

Girls everywhere felt it. Girls everywhere moaned.

Nnnngh…nnngh…nghh…Yes! he growled to himself, and could feel the power of her voice, like it was squeezing his cock from shaft to tip, milking him. It felt amazing but oh my god what the fuck?!? She’d just…she’d just said ‘good boy’ and nnnnnGGGHHHhhhh….!!!! He was rapt as she continued to coo to him, continued to urge him, continued to fill his world with her voice. It was…it was like hands, her hands, finishing him, coddling him, comforting him with pleasure. “Good boy, Dr. J…yes…yes, good boy..!”

They both stared, they both breathed, and as his orgasm slowly changed from a storm to a drizzle, the rolls of thunder around them faded to a flicker, the lighting became quiet. She purred, she cooed, his climax drifting silent. His come had - holy shit - covered her breasts, and they both now watched its pearly goo dribble down her slopes, into her cleavage. He gasped, finally able to draw a real breath, struggling to weigh out what had just happened. Had he been that turned on?? That he came with…with…with just her talking to him?!?

Melissa, for herself, was swimming in pleasure. This was both a final culmination of everything and the first step of something. It was so, so, so so so so so exciting!!!! 

Girls everywhere had begun to laugh.

“Oh my God, Dr J! That was so wonderful!” she sang. She was still shaking, and her enthusiastic exhilaration clipped his budding embarrassment. This was less a premature ejaculation and more a…a demonstration. This is what it can be like, she thought to him, this is what I can do.  She hoped the camera caught the whole thing.

This is what this girl can do to me? he marveled at the same time, watching as his cock began to fall and beginning to feel - whoah, wow - an intense tiredness overtake him, A-and this is just our first date..!?  ”Melissa…h-how did you..?” he was able to ask, even as he began to slump, to his left, head leaning towards his pillow.

”Shhhh…shhhh, sweetie. Don’t think too much…” she whispered as her right hand moved to support him, so he didn’t fall too quickly, all as she tenderly leaned towards him and slowly slid fingers of her other hand, now, through the gooey mess on her chest, “Just know that it’s just the first step into something beautiful…”

His eyes began to close as he watched her scoop, and slowly bring her fingers to her mouth.

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[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - january

TOTAL: 4 700 words ://// POSTED: nnnnop IN PROGRESS: -bleach: pack fuckening (1 033 words) -bleach: bloodsport (grimmichi in space with psychics) (2 063 words) -bleach: suburban ot4 (1 346 words) -naruto: cherry wine (258 words) hrmph.

-- pack fuckening ABO -- "I don't believe you want me to release you now," the man observes in his ear with his low veiled uncaring voice. Grimmjow twists like a snake in his hold, trying to unbalance him. Zangetsu is strong, and with his reiatsu his muscle mass doesn't quite matter, but he's not bulky enough, not tall enough to just lift Grimmjow off the ground, fuck him standing with his legs dangling in the air, he'd lose his balance and that is just so fucking unfair right now. Edrad can fuck him standing, why -- shit, he loves it, hates it, too exposed, he's gonna start fighting for real in a minute if-- "Whatcha looking for, partner?" the white one buzzes, voice crackling quietly with hunger-threat. He has gone still and watchful, no longer content to mock, to rile up. Dangerous-- "A sufficiently vertical cliff to pin him against," the black one replies, and Grimmjow groans, foot glancing against a toehold just long enough to push back into his crotch. He's not hard -- not hard enough yet, and the mental picture -- being kept pinned and writhing-wet against a cold-rough wall by a single hand in his hair as Zangetsu pumps his own dick to hardness with his other hand, businesslike -- he would explode. Humiliated need and, trapped, used like -- he can't, not even with Shawlong he can't but this is Ichigo's sword and Ichigo would never mean it. He'd never say 'you're pitiful, you're just a beast, you're worth nothing', and this Zangetsu -- this Zangetsu who has him in the palm of his hand, asking thoughtfully if Grimmjow wants to hunt him down first -- "Shh. I'll give you what you need." Grimmjow shudders. Oh; he's stopped fighting. Fuck. He gives a yank, heels sliding and not finding purchase on his pants. But he doesn't move them anywhere. A heartbeat, two, and Grimmjow forces his hazy eyes open. The white one is standing there, watching his fellow blade. "Come, then," the black one invites gently, and the white one moves in, a slow pondering step and a faster, gliding one, and traps him there between the two of them. -- bloodsport -- "Ichi-nii--" 'Fuck off, Karin,' he swallowed back somehow, strangling fear spiking up past the heat of his rage. She was too close, five steps behind, well in his range, and he couldn't, couldn't, fuck. "Who was that guy?" "Aheh, some guy we met on a mission one time! He shot me through several relatively vital organs, very unpleasant. All past now that we're at peace, of course." Askin was there too, warier, the solid flesh of him and his dense psychic field echoing just behind Karin's more vaporous presence. Ichigo closed his eyes tight, stopped behind an aileron where the ground crew would be less likely to see him, and didn't look at her, didn't look at Askin holding his little sister back. "Le Varr, come on, he's not gonna--" "Of course, of course, but give it five minutes, kiddo, yeah?" "... Ugh. Okay." A moment of silence, bar the farther-off noises of the crew unloading the luggage, as they positioned themselves at the end of the aileron, like sentries, or like warnings for other people he liked less to keep away. "So... If it's all past, why did he get in your face?" "Iiii would suspect it's because he might be an asshole," Askin said drolly, mouth pursed. "Just a hunch." Ichigo let out a sharp little huff, and resented the man for making him laugh now, when he was still a hair's breadth away from growing all his monster parts. -- suburban ot4 -- "I'm melting. Quick, tell me if I sweated huge disgusting stains in my pits." Nelliel laughs at him from the little stool she's folded herself into. Undercooked Kurosaki looks up from their kid-sized table and the scribbles they're doing, and laughs because she's laughing. Princess peeks out from the kitchen and asks to be shown, laughing more sympathetically. "You're fine, honey. Do you want a drink with ice cubes?" "Uuuugh yes. I don't know how that guy does it, look at him, he's barely more glistening than usual." Kurosaki pauses in the middle of an angry wave at Grimmjow's whole body, shakes himself, harrumphs, and turns his back, ears scarlet. Grimmjow stares at him, trying to keep a lid on the shark grin because the kid might ask questions. "G-glistening," Nelliel chokes. "Shut the frickityfrack up and draw a little pony." Princess is silent, back turned to the room, but her shoulders shake up and down like she's having a seizure. Grimmjow goes to beach himself on the counter next to her so he can see her scrunched-up, tortured-with-hilarity face, grinning up encouragingly, and when she loses the battle and cracks up he cracks up right alongside her. He makes sure to strike a pose, languid as he reclines, eyelids veiled and smirk at its toothiest. "Ahh fudge yes, I'm the shiniest in this seraglio." "Good, we'll save on gold flakes," Nelliel shoots back. "Think the look would work better with a loincloth or a black speedo?" "I hate you all and also Grimmjow is obviously a tiger fur skirt kind of guy." Grimmjow bats his eyelashes. "I love the thought you've put into this, darling." "You guys keep saying this is my harem but I'm starting to think that's only in the way a circus belongs to its clowns." -- cherry wine -- Izuna stared at him. Oh. Right. He hadn't been there yet. "He wasn't monitoring us," Madara explained; "he found out because someone told him." "... And was there, barely a half-hour later." "Mm." "So that person was either there when it happened, or just after. And told him. So, Senju-affiliated." "I pointed it out," Madara said, thoughtful, "and then he made sure I knew if they had done it, which wasn't certain, it was not on his or Hashirama's orders, but of their own decision. As... 'poetic justice'." Izuna's upper lip curled malevolently. "So he thought you'd lie to me for him." Madara snorted. "He thought he would be as much of an obstructing little pissant as you are to him, while I told him I'd kill him if he lied to my face? Who knows. I don't understand the way you two flirt." Izuna spluttered, his dark look gone in favor of wide-eyed discomfiture. "I don't -- Niisan! What I don't understand is how you can take him admitting to your face that a Senju got you into this situation and just nod along! Someone from his clan got you into his bed, we can't just wave it off!"

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 263. brb x oc

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He could spend hours just looking at Bea, honestly it is his favorite pastime even at home. He has to stand aside to let them fix her hair and make up and his smile only widens whenever she laughs.

She's comfortable.

And she’s happy.

He doesn’t like going back to the past but he still remembers how she was when they started dating. She was so scared to be herself and honestly,he’d let guide him through her path as long as she wanted because he just cared about her wellbeing so much. Now she’s so much more open,like the walls lifted and she was finally who she was meant to be.

Nicole,who was on his lap, pointed to where Beatrice was, ‘Mama?” she questions and Rooster pushes her closer to him, fearing that if she moved too much she’d fall. Not that she would, but he worried.

“Mhm,it’s mama.” he coos, letting his little girl then stand up on his thighs - his hands holding her tiny torso, and he had to admit that did scare him a little bit more than planned - “She’s getting ready and we are going to stay here and watch her.” her little noise was his only answer and she kept herself straight on his thighs.

He liked this, as nervous as he was minutes before, the photoshoot wasn’t as bad. It went so well, they had a few change of clothes and the whole thing had a reason. Marcus also said they could keep the clothes if they so desired and who was Rooster to say no to that?

Nicole babbled a bit more, bouncing herself on his leg - she was already bigger than any toddler he had seen, she looked to be one already with how developed she was, especially mentally - “Dada, gugu.”

“Hm?”

“Gugu.” she says again and he furrows his brows because he’s not…sure what she’s saying.

“She wants yogurt,Roos.” he hears Beatrice say from the makeup chair, her green eyes moving to him as she smiled, pointing to the back of the studio, “Marcus was kind enough to keep her snacks in his fridge since we’ll be here for so long.” she drops her hand back to her lap, “Also, ask her which ones she wants, your daughter can be very picky.”

Nicole gurgled a laugh as if to agree, then flopped down on her dad’s legs, using his pants to climb off and then hold herself upright once she was on the floor, “Aa,” she holds her hand out to him, “Gugu.”

Oh his poor heart couldn’t take this cuteness.

Rooster couldn't help but chuckle as he stood to his feet, “Alright.” he holds Nicole’s tiny hand – bending down just a bit, his daughter did not want to be carried to the fridge, considering she was basically leading him to it, how did she know where it was he wasn’t sure. “Okay, okay.” he says when Nicole’s short legs move faster when she sees the sleek black fridge, slapping her tiny hand on it.

Kneeling down beside her, with a grunt because his back was a bit sore, Rooster opened the fridge and peered inside. The little one seemed to have a keen sense for what she wanted, even at her young age. He reached in and retrieved a small container of yogurt, showing it to her.

"Is this the one you want, sweetheart?" he asked, watching as Nikki peered into it. 

Nicole's eyes lit up with delight,then she pointed to one of them, “Pease.” she points to the same one a few more seconds before Rooster grabs it out of the container, looking around a bit to see where he could put her so she could have her snack.

Rooster scanned the studio, his eyes settling on a nearby table with some empty chairs. He gently scooped up Nicole in his arms and carried her over to the table. He settled her into one of the chairs, securing her with a booster seat to make sure she wouldn't tumble out.

He blinked when he noticed the Louis Vuitton logo all over the seat. 

"Here you go, sweetheart," he said, offering her the pouch,already open. Nicole eagerly grabbed it and immediately tried to chew the soft plastic on top until she squeezed the pouch, making some of the grape flavored yogurt smear over her mouth. He tried to clean it, but his daughter was too focused on eating, refusing to let go of her snack.

So he decided to lean back and watch.

“Damn,she is your daughter.” Payback says as he strolls in the little dining area, opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water, “You do the same thing with those chocolate ice creams, you know.”

Rooster just gives him an unimpressed stare, crossing his arms and leaning back on his chair, “Not my fault I have great taste.”

“Hah, yeah,sure.”

“You leaving already?”

Payback hummed negatively, swallowing the water then gesturing over his shoulder, “Nat is giving me a ride and she wants to stay a little bit longer, Jake already left to be with Evelyn and Javy and Bob are with me,so.”

‘You all hogged a ride with Nat?”

“Yeah.”

He snorts, shaking his head, “Good luck leaving before sundown,man.” he says, finally able to clean Nicole’s face when she stops eating for a second, her quiet complaints when he wipes her face were hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time, “Baby girl,I’m just cleaning your face, it’s okay.”

Payback sat down close to them, messing with his water bottle before he asked, “So, the twins are finally leaving the NICU,huh?”

"Yeah," Rooster replied, his voice laced with relief,shoulders sagging a bit. "It's been a long journey, but they're finally strong enough to leave the NICU. We’ve been counting down to this moment."

“Will you be able to see them?”

His smile dropped, ‘No,they’ll come home during my deployment.” he mutters, “Feels…bittersweet knowing my kids are coming home but…I won’t be able to meet them properly.”

Payback hummed, tsking quietly. "That's tough, man. I can't even imagine how hard it must be to know they're coming home, yet you won't be here to welcome them. But you'll be there for them in your own way, even from a distance. You're their dad, and that means a lot."

He looked over at Nicole, who was now happily munching on her snack, her small fingers occasionally dipping into the yogurt pouch. “I know, it’s just…” he pauses “I want to be there for them,all of them. Bea does help me seeing that some things are not in my control but…well, you know.”

“I do.” he says softly, “But hey, at least you’ll be able to celebrate your birthday next week,right?”

"Yeah, you're right. Can’t believe I’ll be thirty-nine in a matter of days,” he wipes Nicole’s face again, “And Nikki will be one year old. One. Holy shit.”

“Time did go by fast.” Payback says, crossing his arms and then his legs, “Listen man, think about it this way, you’ll be able to celebrate it with Bea and Nikki before you do get deployed,” he shrugs, “It is a bonus in my eyes.”

Rooster nodded, "It is a bonus.I'll cherish every moment before I have to deploy."

Payback grinned. "And speaking of your birthday, got any plans in mind for the big day?"

Rooster scratched his head, thinking for a moment. "Well,besides what Bea's told you guys, not really We’ll still do it at home, keeping it simple, casual, no need to go over the top, you know?"

“Really?”

Rooster smiled, his eyes glancing over to Beatrice who was now being led to the other side of the studio alongside Shells who couldn’t stop talking. "Yeah, she wants me to unwind. Just some friends, some family and some kid cake since Nikki will be one year old too.”

Nicole looks back at him, still squeezing the pouch, “Aa?”

“Yep, that’s right baby girl. It’ll be your birthday- when was the last time any of us had cupcakes?” Rooster asked, “Like, actual cupcakes.”

“I had it at my nephew’s birthday a few months back. It was pretty good.”

-

Shells was vibrating with excitement,she couldn’t stand still, “I’m going to print this and send to all those fuckers from college.” she giggled gleefully, “Oh,I wanna see their faces.”

Beatrice, on the other hand, just stood to the side with a worried smile on her face, “I don’t…think it’s necessary,Shells.” she says, lifting her head so the hair stylist fixed her bangs a bit, “Besides I believe this will be…around because of billboards. No need to send to bad people all over.”

“We could send one to Miranda,” Shells either ignored what Bea said or decided that this was a good option, “Your lovely neighbor.”

"Shells, you really don't need to stir the pot," Beatrice cautioned. "We've got enough going on right now, especially with Aurora and Gavin in the NICU. Let's focus on them and not the past."

Shells paused for a moment, her expression turning guilty as she realized the gravity of the situation. She scratches the back of her head, being careful with her hair. "You're right, Bea. I'm sorry. It's just that sometimes, I want to protect you from people who've hurt you."

Beatrice smiled gratefully at Shells, her gaze softening. "I know, and I appreciate it. But right now, my priority is taking care of everyone…and prepare for Rooster’s deployment next week.” she says, lifting her arms so one of Marcus’ assistants fix it around her waist, “And his birthday. I have to make sure everything will be just right.”

“You’ll get him some chocolate cake?”

“Yes,I already called Mr.Scoops to prepare an ice cream cake for him. Belgian chocolate, he doesn’t know it yet because as soon as he does he’ll lose it.” her smile widened, “But, you know, I’m happy how things are.I’m happy I’m back in the Hard Deck–”

“As you should, because we all missed you.”

Bea’s smile widened, “And…yeah,the whole Mark and Miranda situation is a pain, it is a pain in our asses but as long we keep our distance, we’ll be okay.” she shrugs, finally lowering her arms when the assistant was done, “They haven’t done anything yet…well, Mark will be deployed with Rooster but I doubt he’ll talk to him. Roos can’t hide when he dislikes someone.”

“I mean, doesn’t mean he won’t try.” Shells mutters, “He won’t be alone, but it is weird how much they are…you know, locked on you two,isn’t it?”

Beatrice glanced down at the floor, "Yeah, it is weird," Beatrice finally admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, we're just a couple trying to navigate life like everyone else. There's nothing extraordinary about us, but for some reason, they can't seem to let it go."

Shells placed a comforting hand on Beatrice's shoulder. "You both deserve to have some peace and happiness, especially with everything going on with the twins. We can't let these people ruin that for you." she winks, “My offer to beat them up is still open.”

“Shells.”

“What? I mean it, I have a baseball bat somewhere in aunt Penny’s house, from my softball years.”

"As much as I appreciate the thought, no violence just yet. We'll figure this out without breaking any bones." She paused, “It’s what we’ve been doing so far too.”

After that, it was a quick blur of lights and camera snapping. Marcus was always very thoughtful with both of them - Shells was too excited, while Bea preferred to keep to herself and let the time flow by easily, being guided by Marcus was good for her. 

Every now and again she’d see Rooster peeking at her, her smile widening but she had to keep herself focused on finishing the photoshoot. He had his turn minutes before and changed back on his normal clothes…but he looked so good even like that. Her husband was a walking sin,truly.

“Now,Bea,” Marcus’ voice snapped her out of the constant admiration, “I want you to feel loose, remember, you are flying, loose, like a bird.” he smiles,”Like a sparrow. Can you do that,darling?”

Beatrice nodded, taking a deep breath to refocus on the photoshoot.Her movements became fluid and elegant, as if she were dancing on air. She spread her arms like wings and allowed herself to be carried by the music that played softly in the background. The camera clicked and whirred as Marcus captured her in this ethereal moment.

As she continued to move gracefully, she felt the weight of the world lifting from her shoulders. The troubles with Mark and Miranda, the worry for her twins, all faded into the background. In this moment, she was a bird in the sky, free and untethered.

Rooster watched his wife silently, the conversation with Payback forgotten because why move his gaze away now?His eyes never leaving her as she gracefully executed each pose. He knew how much she needed this break from the stress and strain of their lives, and he was grateful to Marcus for providing this opportunity.

“Rooster.” Payback calls, “Rooster.” it takes the other pilot to snap in front of Rooster’s eyes to make him turn his gaze - wide and surprised - towards him again, “Jesus, you are just a puppy dog when it comes to Bea, it’s hilarious.”

“Oh,you can’t blame me.” Rooster replies, turning his gaze to Nicole, who just dropped her empty yogurt pouch on his hand then reached out so he could carry her this time, “It’s not my fault my wife is beautiful.”

Payback grinned “I’m not saying that you two make a great couple. It’s just it’s been so obvious from the second you two met at the Hard Deck."

Rooster's eyes drifted back to Beatrice, who was still in the midst of the photoshoot. The way she moved, so effortlessly, so gracefully, left him in awe. 

Like a fucking fairy.

“Hey,Payback.”

“Hm?”

“I…” he pauses, looking down at Nikki, “I am thinking of something and I think you can help me with it.” his friend arched his brow higher, “For Bea, before I get deployed.”

Payback raised an eyebrow, "Of course, Rooster. How can I help?"

Rooster shifted Nicole in his arms, cradling her as he spoke. "I want to plan something special for Bea before I get deployed. It's been a challenging time with the twins in the NICU and all the chaos at work. I just want to give her a moment of happiness."

Payback nodded, . "That's a great idea, man. Bea deserves something wonderful. Do you have any specific plans in mind, or are you looking for suggestions?"

Rooster sighed, glancing back at Beatrice, who was still lost in the world of the photoshoot. "Actually…yeah." he smiles, “I might need some people to help me with it though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah…around four people.” he purses his lips,hiding his smile, “You think we can do that before my birthday celebration?”

Payback leaned back on his seat, then arched his brow higher as his smirk slowly widened, “...alright. That can be done easily, don’t worry man…now” he nods, “Me,Bob and Coyote?Sounds good?”

‘Sounds good. I need Jake to…distract her.”

“Can do,anything else?”

He hummed, “...how many flowers can you fit in your car?”

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[heartspurgatorio]

Cold and Warm

If I had a nickle for every time I wrote a self indulgent Sweet Cap'n Cakes fic about K_K getting nightmares and being comforted, I'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice.

Word Count: 258

TW for nightmares and slight uncomfortable imagery

It felt almost as if the world was melting in front of their eyes, molten pools of lead and mercury corroding around their shivering body. It was cold, so cold, rust forming at their fingertips that scraped across the walls, a terrible shrill filling the air as the two collided. What was happening to them? What was happening to their body?

It felt all so wrong, so so wrong, the feeling of barbed wire piercing through their throat stung their circuits, yet nothing was there when they attempted to stop it. Their chassis shook and trembled, huddled up into a tiny ball as static noises continued to pierce their system.

Where was all of it coming from? Was it some sort of punishment, or a form of mockery? Whatever it was, they wanted out. They wanted out- they wanted- 

“Cakes!!”

K_K shot up out of bed, their fans kicking into overdrive as they began to hyperventilate. What happened? What- oh.

A nightmare. A particularly bad one.

Metal hands squeezed their own, glowing yellow eyes staring at them with concern and worry. K_K opened their mouth to speak, yet only a soft static noise escaped their voicebox. They didn’t know what to say. Should they apologize for waking them up? Should they explain what caused them to wake up?

They sighed slightly, wrapping the two robots in their arms as the cd player sunk further into the warm blankets. They were safe. And they always were going to be, as long as they had their bandmates by their side.

#sweet cap'n cakes #k_k #sweet cap'n k k #fanfic #hurt and comfort #nightmares #tw nightmares #dreams

[bokuroskitten]

HI HI TOKYO REVENGERS CHAPT 258 SPOILERS BYE

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HUP— THATS THE NOISE HE MAKES WHEN HE HAULS ME OVER HIS SHOULDER OR LIFTS ME AGAINST THE WALL TO FUCK ME SENSLESS <333333333

IM NOT INCLUDING SANZU HETTING HIT CAUSE THATS TRUAMA FOR MY MOOTS AKA CAT IM SORRY BABY BUT OEMME TELL YOU I GASPED, MOANED, PANTIES GOT WET ACTYALLT WHEN HE DIDNTHAT. LIKE HE SO EASILY THREW HIS MOTORCYCLE??? JUMPED OFF IT MID RIDING? YEA IM FUCKING DRIBBLING ON TJE FLOOR SIR

Of course it’s too tight?? Of course??? Mitsuya did it on purpose so daddy could strip 🥺😔 it’s okai daddy, strip I’ll come hold your cock <333 love you <3333

HEIWJWKSJWOJDLEUSSLEJSKJEZKWJOSJSLXJSKWOO HI OSNSKEKSSOWSKSALSOSLSJSKJJDKAJAJS AND HES SO FUCKIH HIT LOOK AT THAT GEIN LOOK AT HIM HES SO HEKWKWSLSOOXXLWS I LOBE HIM I HAVENT FELT THIS MUCH JOY IN THE ALOMH TUME WIWKWKSSHWKJEKDX

#WELL #press read more if you want a show #I’m feeling a lot of things rn #tokyo revengers #tr spoilers #tr chapter 258 #tokyo rev spoilers

[elenarodriiguez]

day nineteen: stay | m.j. & k.s. & m.s.

pairing: kristy simmons x mae jarvis x matt simmons

word count: 258

Mae has been friends with Matt and Kristy long enough to have been stuck on permanent Auntie duty whenever Mom and Dad need a break. Which is totally fair, she gets exhausted after an evening spent chasing around the little terrors who somehow wind up totally hopped up on sugar and various other additives, none of which should be legal. But sometimes, on the nights alone in her apartment when she’s drank considerably too much wine, she dwells on how much she wants to go on a date night with the both of them.

However, rather than bring up the potential for polyamory to her two very heterosexual, terribly monogamous best friends, Mae tries her best to find a significant other and take her role of best auntie in the world incredibly seriously. So when Matt calls her up on one of their off days, begging her to come over because their babysitter cancelled at the last minute, she promises to get to their house as soon as possible.

She doesn’t bother getting dressed up for it, the kids wouldn’t care what state their Auntie May is in so long as she brings them candy, and while she’s confused at the lack of noise coming from the house when she rings the doorbell, she doesn’t think much of it. That is, until Matt and Kristy answer the door decked to the nines, one arm swung around the other’s back and the other outstretched for Mae to take, a simple yet effective “Stay?” falling from both of their lips.

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[allweekplumbing-nj]

Solving Common Plumbing Mysteries: Bergen County Edition

Plumbing issues often seem to arise when least expected, leaving homeowners in Bergen County, NJ, puzzled about their origin and resolution. In this article, we unravel some common plumbing mysteries specific to Bergen County and provide insights on how to solve them.

1. Mysterious Water Stains:

One common mystery that plagues Bergen County residents is the appearance of water stains on ceilings and walls without an obvious source. These stains may be indicative of a hidden leak, potentially originating from a burst pipe or damaged roof. In Bergen's older homes, aging plumbing systems can contribute to these enigmatic stains. To solve this mystery, it's crucial to enlist the expertise of a plumber who can perform a thorough inspection to identify and address the underlying issue promptly.

2. The Phantom Toilet Flush:

Residents in Bergen County may occasionally experience the phenomenon of a toilet mysteriously flushing on its own. This can be attributed to a variety of causes, such as a faulty flapper, sediment buildup in the tank, or issues with the fill valve. A professional plumber can investigate and solve this mystery by conducting a comprehensive assessment of the toilet's components, ensuring that it operates as it should.

3. Baffling Low Water Pressure:

Low water pressure can be a perplexing issue for homeowners in Bergen County. The causes can range from mineral deposits in pipes to hidden leaks. Understanding the source of low water pressure requires a systematic approach. A plumber can assess the entire plumbing system, identifying and addressing factors like clogs, corrosion, or pipe damage that may contribute to this mysterious drop in water pressure.

4. The Case of Disappearing Hot Water:

When hot water becomes an elusive commodity in Bergen County homes, it can be a frustrating mystery to solve. The culprit may be a malfunctioning water heater, sediment buildup, or a faulty thermostat. A plumbing professional can conduct a diagnostic evaluation of the water heater, pinpointing the issue and recommending repairs or a replacement, ensuring residents don't remain in the cold.

5. Bubbling or Gurgling Sounds:

Unexplained gurgling or bubbling sounds emanating from drains or pipes can be unsettling for Bergen County homeowners. This phenomenon may be related to issues such as clogs, blockages, or improper venting. A plumber can use specialized tools, like drain cameras, to inspect the plumbing system and identify the location and nature of the mysterious sounds, resolving the underlying problem.

6. The Dripping Faucet Enigma:

A dripping faucet is not just an annoyance; it's a common plumbing mystery that many Bergen County residents encounter. The cause may be a worn-out washer, damaged O-ring, or issues with the internal components of the faucet. A skilled plumber can dismantle the faucet, identify the malfunctioning parts, and restore it to proper working order, putting an end to the mystery of the persistent drip.

7. Underground Leaks:

Bergen County's older homes are prone to hidden underground leaks, presenting homeowners with an invisible challenge. These leaks can lead to water damage, foundation issues, and increased water bills. Plumbers equipped with leak detection technology can solve this mystery by pinpointing the exact location of underground leaks, allowing for targeted repairs and preventing further damage.

In Summary, solving mysteries of plumber Bergen County NJ requires a combination of expertise, technology, and a systematic approach. Whether it's mysterious stains, unexplained noises, or disappearing hot water, homeowners can rely on professional plumbers to unravel the enigma and restore their plumbing systems to optimal functionality. Addressing these mysteries promptly not only ensures the comfort and safety of residents but also protects the long-term value of homes in Bergen County.

All Week Plumbing 258 Semel Ave #2559, Garfield, NJ 07026, United States [phone]

[audioloops12]

Riemann Industrial Techno 8 Sample Loops

If you want to get that underground sound intoy our Industrial Techno productions, this sample pack is for you!

Inspired by producers like Oscar Mulero, Phase Fatale, Blush Response, Schwefelgelb, Kobosil and Berghain style.

In this sample pack, which can be used in all DAWs like Ableton, FL Studio, Logic Pro or Cubase, you can find beat elements like hihat loops, kick loops, percussion loops etc. as well as full drum patterns, drones, atmo and fx loops.

The oneshot samples can be used in software samplers as well as hardware sampler like Akai MPC, Toraiz SP-16 or Elektron analog Rytm.

A very useful feature of this package is the Beat Loops folder in which you can find different patterns so you can build your track with an intro, breaks, main part and outro quickly and add some background atmos and noises as well as a synth line.

The team behind Riemann Kollektion provides you with more than 15 years of experience in Techno production.

All sounds are made for maximum impact on large horn soundsystems like Funktion One, Lambda Labs or VOID.

Download contains:

258 x 24-bit Wav files,

25 MIDI files

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