#is loop lying there at the end? are they not?

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Slide behind the cut, who asked for interdimensional shenanigans and is getting “interdimensional whoring for Timkon”. Bullying your alternate self into having the best sex of his life with his bestie counts as "shenanigans", right? Right?? (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Well, at least his other self knows how to package a check-in in a way Kon will be able to relax for. And Tim himself knew enough to loop an arm around Kon’s waist when his other self said “good boy”, which is the only reason his other self doesn’t get knocked on his ass by two hundred and fifty pounds of incredibly dense half-Kryptonian muscle made out of DNA evolved for a much higher-gravity environment than Earth’s. 

Well, that’s why he’s the one facilitating this interdimensional threesome.

“There we go,” Tim hums. His other self shoots him a dirty look again–probably on principle at this point, really, he figures–and Kon doesn’t even try to stutter out an apology or make an excuse. Bonus benefit to sleeping with an easily-overwhelmed version of him, Tim notes: he stops apologizing for existing a lot sooner, and therefore Tim is kept much farther from manifesting any Gun Batman thoughts. Well–his version of “Gun Batman” thoughts, anyway. 

Technically, as far as Tim is aware, his home reality is possibly the literal only one without a potential “and then I became fascist Batman” timeline that was at least at some point lying in wait for its version of Tim Drake–including several where he was never even a Bat, go figure–but that doesn’t actually preclude annoying visits from alternate reality versions of himself. Which is whatever, since most of them just seem to be just genuinely bewildered that all of Tim’s personal technically-supervillain-oriented plans begin and end with “one sec, lemme just see how open to the question ‘hey can I borrow your lipstick and if so does it come in this one hyper-specific shade of red?’ Dr. Isley is feeling this week”, but still kind of annoying anyway. 

Tim finds the “and then I became fascist Batman” path very narrow-minded and not very resourceful of his alternate selves, honestly; seriously, do none of them know how to deal with their cortisol levels actually productively, as opposed to by just getting unhealthily invested in casework and training and contingency plans to the severe detriment of all their personal and professional relationships and own mental health? 

. . . . . . maybe this is not the only sexually-repressed reality out there, considering. Which, come to think, might help explain why there are such a statistically-improbable amount of potential Gun Batman timelines in Hypertime. 

Hm. 

Tim idly wonders if he could spin “for humanitarian reasons, I am going to be running a long-term background project where I get as many versions of myself interdimensionally laid as possible” to Bruce and/or the Justice League. Probably not, but like, if he tried the Titans . . . 

Alternately, he guesses he could just ask Kon for some backup. There’s definitely some interdimensional whatever or another that Kon would be willing to nick from the Fortress of Solitude to facilitate that definitely just noble goal, and also there’s really not better backup for that particular project anyway. Bernard doesn’t have enough vigilante-grade field experience, he is not gonna take another Bat, and Cassie and Bart are great but like, if Tim was picking who he’d want to drop in on him from another reality and ask to ride his dick for the sake of the timeline . . . 

And given Tim is the one picking, well, that’s just the logical option, then. 

He’ll look into it, he decides, and if it’s feasible he’ll pitch a bimonthly boys’ weekend. Do some preventative work in a few realities/timelines or whatever, just in case. 

Seriously, that Savior dude was a real goddamn trip. 

Tim clearly takes himself way too seriously in way too many timelines. 

Okay, though, all tangents aside, he does have shit to do here, so yeah, time to get back to that. 

“Here, let me actually get your good boy out of these,” he says as he shifts back just enough to help Kon out of his pants and jock. He is not remotely merciful about letting his other self pretend not to notice what a fucking mess Kon made of them both during the process. It’s not like Kon didn’t already come all over his jock, so it’s not particularly subtle exactly how much he comes either way. “Where are your wet wipes? Or . . . maybe that’s optimistic of me, actually, maybe you’re not prepared enough for cleaning up your sexcapades, given I’m not entirely sure you’ve ever had a sexcapade.” 

“I’m not–I’ve had sex before!” his other self sputters, turning red. Tim raises a pitying eyebrow at him. “I have!” 

“I didn’t say you hadn’t,” he points out mildly. His other self turns red. “I consider a sexcapade more of an event, personally, so they’re just . . . hm, messier? Yeah, ‘messier’ works.” 

“Rob,” Kon mumbles against his other self’s neck as he curls a hand against his shoulder, sounding a little drunk about it. Or, well–a little concussed, maybe. Kon gets concussed a lot more often than he gets drunk, for obvious reasons. “Y’wanna . . . ?”

“We want to take care of you, sweetheart,” Tim says, taking a moment to press a kiss against the back of the other’s shoulder before folding up his pants and carefully setting them and his jock aside with his shirt. And, well, sparing a moment to admire the come smeared across his S-shield again, because it really is something to appreciate, when Kon’s willing to give that up. “C’mere.” 

He slips up against Kon’ back again and puts his hands on his hips, and it only takes the slightest little tug or two to guide the other into following him back. Which is actually significantly more effort than it usually takes, but Tim’s going to assume it’s safe to assume Kon’s feeling a little torn between Robins right now. 

He gets Kon to sit down on the edge of the bed and cups his face in his hands, and Kon immediately tilts his face up into them. He looks dreamy and dazed and all flushed and fucked and goddamn adorable. Especially adorable because he hasn’t actually gotten fucked, or really even all that much attention. They haven’t even touched his cock all that deliberately. Or really deliberately at all, in fact. 

Tim feels some kind of a way about the fact that this Kon’s never bottomed before and still let him fingerfuck him without even putting a hand on his dick for it–still let him fingerfuck him without putting a hand on his dick for it, and came for it; came for it easily, even. That super-sensitivity is a goddamn gift. 

Or just Kon is, really. 

And Tim knows how to appreciate a gift. 

“Good boy,” he says the same way he’d say “good work” in the field, and leans down to press a kiss to the other’s forehead. Kon melts into a functional liquid under his mouth and hands and starts purring louder than he’s purred all night. 

Definitely, definitely a good boy.

[enh2pen]

sativa - choi yeonjun

2.6k - choi yeonjun x fem reader 💥 not proofread! mdni!

pwp essentially, barely any dialogue just sex talk, drug use (🍃), high sex obv, unprotected sex (don't do that), making out, oral sex (both), naked bodies, yeonjun is lowk a dom but nothing crazy, lots of spit yum, words cock and pussy and dick and cuss words, the couch is big enough for like 4 people btw

an: hello it's my first post and my first time writing smut in YEARS 😭 it's so hard i cant even write a few silly jokes without ruining the mood i lowk hate it but the world needs more high sex with yeonjun 😓 anyways i combined my 2 fav sexy things (yeonjun + high sex) bc why not??? have a good read!!! hope you like it 😚 sorry if it's bad or for any mistakes i'm too lazy to proofread

late night walks were nothing new in your relationship. with both of you in demanding jobs, it was just another way you found to let some steam off together at the end of your long days. you’d shower together, put some comfortable clothes on and walk for hours at times, talking, listening to music and enjoying each other's company.

now, weed, that was new for the two of you. you always kind of judged people who did crazy hard drugs and got themselves high to the point they can't even move properly, but you would be lying if what your friends told you about their experience with marijuana didn't pique your interest.

their descriptions of heightened senses and tranquil feeling made you think that maybe it wouldn't hurt to go against your parent’s wishes and try some of it. just to relax a little, nothing much. and yeonjun didn't seem too weirded out about the idea, so what’s stopping you?

and sure, the high was great, the munchies were fun sometimes, and you finally laughed with your boyfriend during adam sandler’s movies, not the usual eye roll or scoff at the juvenile and predictable jokes.

but something you couldn't ignore was how you felt your skin burn under yeonjun’s touch, how his sloppier and messier kisses made you want to spend hours making out with him, how his lazy eyes made you shiver, how you always wished he’d go a little higher when caressing your thighs.

you two tried having drunk sex before, and it was amazing but at some point yeonjun did disappoint you a little, but with alcohol, that’s bound to happen. so to save yourselves the embarrassment, it was an agreement to not have sex while under the influence.

plus, he was so lazy when high, sometimes, even pecking your lips felt like an hour long chore to him, so it’s not like it would be that amazing. at least that’s what you told yourself.

but today was different, you’d usually take a few puffs together and chill at home, eat a lot and watch something that would now be funny, but this time you decided to take the blunt to your walk. there was a park near the apartment known to be frequented by drug users, so you would blend in perfectly, and the smell would probably go by unnoticed.

so, boldly, you went to the empty and dimly lit park, wasting no time and taking a few puffs as soon as you got there and. as you took a walk and waited for it to hit, by your fifth lap around the park, yeonjun, who was sitting at the same bench since you started pacing around, waited for you to walk in front of him and pulled you to himself by your shorts’ belt loop.

his big hands running up and down your hips, warming up your skin even through the thick fabric of your clothes, his pink lips hanging in a lazy smirk, it was only a matter of seconds before he made you sit on his lap and kissed you. the faint smell of weed on his breath making you tighten your legs, pressing yourself against his growing erection.

with how he was holding you in place by your waist, how he was moving his lips against yours — slowly, lovingly making out with you but you could still feel how needy he was —, with how he softly moaned into your mouth every time you pulled his hair a bit, you knew he was high.

it wasn't the usual baked yeonjun, who lays around wherever he can, laughs at every leaf that falls and can barely keep his eyes open, he, for once, felt the same way you did — felt his body burning up at the mere sight of your silhouette, with every look you shot at him, every bounce of your breasts under the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie.

and while kissing him, you felt the dizziness kicking in and melting you into his body.

it didn't take long for the two of you to find your way back to your apartment, walking at a fast pace, considering how light headed you felt, like every step took you 2 minutes and the street ahead of you turned into a bottomless tunnel.

you had barely locked the door when you felt yeonjun’s lips on your neck, his eager hands trying to take your hoodie off, while yours pulled down the zipper on his, exposing a black tank top that barely contained his toned chest. instead of going straight to your shared room, as usual, he pinned you against the living room wall, leaving wet kisses from your neck to your mouth.

flopping around the entrance of the apartment, you flicked the light switch, as it was almost midnight and the place was as dark as it could get. one last peck was shared before a pair of red and lazy eyes stared deeply into yours, which were in a similar state. yeonjun smirked and picked you up, both hands squeezing your ass, and made his way to the couch, half laying half sitting while keeping you on his lap.

while removing your hoodie, you fixed yourself on top of him, positioning your hips so that your ass is right on top of his erection. you leaned forward and reattached your lips, lazily introducing your tongue into his mouth.

you rolled your hips on top of yeonjun’s, the friction causing him to creep his hand up your naked chest, cupping your breasts while lightly pinching your nipples. he nibbled on your bottom lip, making a gasp leave your lips.

your hands went from his shoulder to the back of his neck, where you pulled a few of the short strands of his black hair, the kiss breaking as he let his head fall back and moved his hands to your waist, caressing the spot.

your eyes met his half opened lips which sucked a sharp breath through his teeth, then his heavy eyelids, before he barely opened his eyes, just enough to watch you through his eyelashes, as you brought your lips to his jawline, leaving wet kisses. you traced to his adam’s apple, then the base of his neck.

when you moved from his lap and went past his collarbones with your mouth, his head slowly raised, just in time to see you getting on your knees and pulling his pants and underwear down. yeonjun instinctively raised his hips, seeing you pull his clothes just enough to expose his dick, rock hard and almost purple at the tip with how long yeonjun had neglected the erection.

you grabbed the base of his cock and positioned your lips near the tip, dropping a glob of spit on it. yeonjun hissed with the contact, encouraging you to lick his dick from the base up, putting it in your mouth as you reached the tip.

you started bobbing your head, spreading your spit all over it and picking up the peace when you got used to the length. yeonjun’s hands quickly found their way to your hair, tugging close to your scalp. his quiet grunts and heavy breathing gradually became louder, his grip on your hair tighter as he looked down to you and lightly thrust himself into your mouth.

— f-fuck, keep going — he breathed out, biting his lips to contain his noises.

he stopped his hips in place and let you take the lead. you alternated between sucking him up and down and circling his tip with your tongue, something you knew he loved.

with the tightness of his grip on your hair and his tense thighs, you knew he was close, which made you almost double your eagerness and try to go faster, even though it made you gag sometimes.

yeonjun suddenly pulled your hair to take your mouth away from his cock, faintly smiling at you while he tried to recover his breath. drool dripping down to his balls and pre cum leaking from his tip, it took you every ounce of strength to not put him back in your mouth.

— didn't want to cum yet — he said, pulling his boxers up and kicking his trousers away. he tapped your cheek, like a light slap, and removed his shirt — c’mere.

you stood on your feet and sat down at the spot he tapped, next to him. before making yourself too comfortable, he grabbed your face and pulled you to a kiss, wet and slow, very contrary to how quickly he unbuttoned your shorts and slid them down with your underwear.

as your head fell to the armrest, yeonjun, impatiently, pulled your legs so they were on his shoulders. he looked at you and gave you one last smile before leaving kisses on your clit.

yeonjun then started with small licks around the bud, squeezing your thighs with every movement of his tongue. when he felt you leaking at his chin, he glued his lips to your clit and lightly sucked, earning a moan and hair pull from you. he then started licking almost aggressively, his mouth unusually wet with his own drool, adding to the sensation on your pussy.

he introduced his pointer and middle finger at the same time, slightly stretching your leaking hole and hitting you in the right spot. your velvety walls squeezing his fingers together, making him moan against you, anticipating the same feeling on his cock.

with the increasing volume of your moans, yeonjun switched between pumping his fingers in and out and curling them inside of you, his tongue never losing the rhythm. as the slight heat on your clit started to spread to your legs, you knew you were getting close, and by how your legs were shaking around yeonjun’s shoulders, so did he.

you felt your whole body tensing up, your moans and grip on his hair becoming erratic with how much you wanted to release your orgasm.

with your legs so tense you knew you’d have cramps later, you felt a slow wave of heat washing through your body, making your limbs limp and freeing your throat from all the noises you didn't even know you were holding back. yeonjun kept his tongue moving while you rode out your orgasm, your hips rolling against his mouth and spreading your wetness on his lower face.

— what. the fuck — you whispered, head still laying on the couch, your eyes staring up at the ceiling while you recovered your breath. you never had an orgasm so intense, your whole body burning up for what felt like an eternity, brain foggy with pleasure, head almost hurting, and you swore you went deaf in one ear for a moment.

you felt your boyfriend moving away from your bottom, his face greeting you in a few seconds, smile big and bright and chin soaked with your juices, he kissed your lips passionately, making you moan at your taste on his lips.

he cupped your cheek while using his other hand to support himself, he deepened the kiss and moaned into your mouth, sending your hands to his broad shoulders.

when he pulled away with a couple pecks, your hands reached down to his hard cock through his boxers, making him hiss. you put your dominant hand inside his underwear, slowly stroking the length. he let his head fall to your shoulder, moaning into the crook of your neck and leaving kisses and light hickeys around the spot.

he removed his boxers fully, pulling your legs so they hugged his waist. he spit on his dick and used his hand to spread it, stroking himself slowly while looking directly at you. you watched with attention as his cock became glistened from his spit, rubbing your legs together in anticipation, feeling your thighs getting sticky with how wet you were.

yeonjun slid his dick along your pussy, wetting the tip with your juices. as you rocked your hips against him, he put one hand on your hip and squeezed his cock inside you, softly moaning.

— shit — yeonjun smiled at you, looking down and rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip, which you took in your mouth and sucked, eyes still locked with his — so fucking pretty — he whispered.

your gummy walls pulsed against his length, sucking him in. with the sudden fullness, you let out a string of moans, accompanying every single thrust of his hips, slow and deep. loud, wet noises coming from your hole, making him grunt.

he fell forward, elbowls in each side of your head supporting him. as he started to thrust harder, his right hand went to your hip, holding you in place. you gripped the fabric by your head, biting your lips and squeezing your eyes, trying to keep yourself quiet.

yeonjun couldn't look away from your face, your lips sore from biting on them, wet hair on your forehead and slightly flushed cheeks. just looking at your expression was enough to make him moan, bringing his lips to yours, and kissing you deeply, his hips stuttering as your fingers tug at his hair and you moaned against his mouth.

— look at me — he whispered, the desire in his voice compelling you to do as you’re told. his sharp and fierce eyes observing your every feature, every furrow of your eyebrows and motion of your lips, he was taking it all in. your moans and gasps filling his head, piercing through his ears, your sweat melting your skins together, your nails moving from his scalp to his back, scratches burning his shoulders.

yeonjun was becoming louder, his thrusts erratic and his grip on your hip became tighter. you grinded your hips against his and brought his hand to your breast, giving it a squeeze before pulling him in for a kiss. he could barely kiss you back with how overwhelmed he felt, all of his senses heightened and overwhelming him, he felt the pool of heat at the bottom of his stomach becoming stronger, his moans getting higher against your lips.

his hands aggressively going through your whole body, like he was trying to memorize your every curve. his head limp over your shoulder as he wrapped his right arm around you, bringing your torso closer to his. your legs were shaking with how hard he was fucking you, his dick hitting that sweet spot that blurred your vision.

— cum inside me, babe, please — you whispered in his ear, making him moan at the base of your neck, biting the spot to muffle his noises. his shaky breath hitting your skin and sending shivers down your body, the anticipation of your boyfriend spilling his cum inside you and warming you up from inside, the sticky substance sitting hot and heavy in your body.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, he raised his torso and put both hands on your waist, bouncing you on his dick while rolling his hips into you. his thrusts became shorter and faster, your hands traveled up and down his forearms, grabbing the toned limbs and using them to steady yourself.

as yeonjun came, he threw his head back, letting out one last loud moan. his movements now slow and shallow, while he rode out his orgasm with you rolling your hips. his cum slowly spilling inside you, filling and warming you up comfortably.

he caressed your thighs, grabbing the skin every so often, smiling down at you. you smiled back. he removed himself from you, cleaning you up before laying on your chest. you gave him a kiss on the lips, then on the forehead, then started playing with his hair.

the two of you laid there for a while, until you broke the silence by loudly sighing.

— i’m so hungry.

— me too.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

hooooooooooo(e)ly fuck,,, using vibes on jakes nipples right after he pierces them,,,😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

You are DESTROYING me, thank you so much!

Good Vibrations

Jake Lockley x gn!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

A sort of continuation of Chain Reaction - you don't have to read that to read this, basically, Jake has nipple piercings.

Warnings: a tiny bit of bondage, vibator on nipples, vibrator in Jake's ass, coming on the floor, swearing not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 533

Jake pants, swearing loudly under his breath as he groans and squirms in the chair. 

You can’t help but grin, your left hand pressed firmly under his chin so that he has to tilt his head back against you. Your right is pressing the vibrator to his freshly pierced nipples, moving from one to the other languidly and making Jake lose his mind. 

His hands are lightly tied behind the back of the chair, a scarf looped around his wrists that he’s holding onto tightly, keeping it secured as he bucks and moans. 

He’s completely bare, love bites forming on his inner thighs from where you’d teased him before you’d taken his thick cock into your mouth, and then worked the vibrating dildo inside him. 

“I think you can handle a little more, can’t you, Jake?” 

He whines pitifully, staring up at you with dark, pleading eyes. He licks his lips and nods, whimpering a little as you take your hand from his chin and pick up the remote on the side. You increase the vibration of the dildo inside, the sound echoing as he gasps. 

“Fuck!” He taps his feet repeatedly on the floor, his chest heaving as the dildo pulses against his prostate and stretches him wide. There’s a squelch of lube as he moves, unable to stop himself from bouncing ever so slightly. 

“Nice?” 

“Amor, so fucking nice.” He breathes deeply, groaning again as you press the other vibrator back to his nipples, savouring how pebbled and pink they are, how the barbells shake under the vibrations. 

He bites his lip, whimpering and pleading as he pants your name, his voice rising in pitch. 

You move the vibrator to his left nipple and lean down to scrape your teeth along his pulse point. 

“Shit, amor, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he bucks his hips a little faster, planting his feet on the floor so he can roll and push the dildo against his insides just right. “Amor, can you, please, just-”

You lean forward, practically bending yourself in half as you bend down and lick his right nipple. Jake let’s out the sweetest moan, his voice breaking at the end, and then practically screams as you suck his nipple and piercing into your mouth. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” His back bows, his hips bucking wildly as his orgasm crests. It catches him completely by surprise as lightning shoots up his spine and makes him shake in ecstasy. 

He just about managed to twist his hand free on the scarf behind his back and grab hold of his cock a milisecond before he spurts, angleing it away from his stomach and chest, and you. Instead, it shoots upwards impressively before it splatters onto the wooden floor. 

You take the vibrator off his chest while you slowly let his barbell piercing pop free from your mouth as you stand up. Quickly, you grab the remote and turn off the dildo. 

Jake sighs happily, his muscles aching and skin sweaty. 

You kiss his cheek, and he nuzzles into you. “Thank you for managing not to jizz on me.” 

He snorts.

“Not that I would have minded.” You tease and lightly nip his ear.

He giggles. “You’re so naughty.”

Thank you for reading!

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[floating-far-from-earth]

while talking with @candycorncartooncat about bonnie looping au, the idea of loop & odile in the context of odile looping came up - and when talking, xe came up with the idea that over the loops, odile starts to believe loop is a forgotten party member - and well. I had to draw an interaction resulting from that would look like <3

also, an extra under the cut <3

[puppppppppy]

in his silly era

[mackthecheesy]

rip to the person in my dream last night who i was in a time loop trying to save </3 woke up before i ever could

[7roaches]

need adventure time and utmv fans to talk abt betty grof and nightmare sans parallels with

[lanternlightss]

loop

[aria0fgold]

Got distracted and I ended up working on my drawing But then I realized a major mistake on it when I thought I was done with the star veil (yes, again. I changed up the stars at the tips of it, this veil is kicking my ass) and I was erasing stuff already so when I realized I'm like: FUCK-- undo undo undo undo und o un do u n d o. And now I gotta... move All those new lil designs at the tip, Again, so I'm like: Okay... alright... I'll do that Later. I'll write now cuz god Forbid I do anything in that design, it's all mistakes!

[frijolejuice]

Igot so high I got scared. First time in my life

[crowleylesbian]

me first watching the good omens finale because they’re divorced now and that’s sad but they had to be married before to be divorced so i won in the end

[readwritealldayallnight]

Part 2 of ‘Bird Watching’ aka hot construction worker Simon x single mom

In truth, lying was something that came second nature to Simon Riley

He’d lied to his teachers in school about where he got his bruises and burn marks from, if they bothered to ask

He’d lied to his brother while their parents argued on the other side of the wall, telling him that everything would be okay

He’d lied to his dad about where he’d been all night, telling him he was making less money at the butcher job than he really was

Whatever lie he had to give to get through the day, get through the night, get through his childhood, he would offer up without so much as batting an eye

And as he got older, he started stretching the truth for different reasons

Whatever his CO’s needed to hear from him in order to let him do his job, then he’d let them hear it, true or not

Whenever people started asking too many questions, well-equipped sarcasm became his right hand man in avoiding the truth

Lying had always come in handy for Simon, whether it was a life or death situation or goading Soap into believing an obviously fictitious story, carefully chosen words and slight exaggerations had never steered him wrong before

This one, however?

Well, as he sat in an all too colourful daycare office with murals of ducks and bunnies watching over his every move, Simon began to wonder if this was one lie he shouldn’t have told

But then again, he wasn’t telling this lie out of malice, or greed, or ill-intent… he was doing this for you

Because at the end of the day, he’d be lying to no one apart from himself if he were deny how often you popped into his head

Ever since he’d first squinted through the glaring sun and spotted you through that flimsy chain link fence, since he’d heard your voice over the rumble and roar of construction behind him, since he’d spent less than ten whole minutes talking to you, it was as though something within him had started brewing, started changing

Similar to two live wires coincidentally meeting until an inevitable spark shoots through the air, akin to a wind chime that hadn’t rang out in years suddenly beginning to sway to and fro with the promise of strong winds on the horizon, or closer yet to that moment Franklin’s key and kite were struck by lightning and history was forever changed, meeting you had stirred something loose within Simon

For too long now, Simon felt as though he were nothing more than a man stuck behind the wheel, lost in the storm on an infinite stretch of road that would never lead him towards home, no matter how many maps or compasses or tools he may have, he was on a steady cruise control headed nowhere

But since he’d met you, since he’d learned about the situation you were in, you and your sweet little baby bird just as alone as him and up against the world, since he’d made up his mind and decided he’d help you in whatever capacity you’d allow, it was almost as if the fog had cleared from his tired eyes, as though he was finally glancing up from the maps and realizing that ‘home’ could be down any stretch of road he took, if he was willing to take it

You’d stumbled into his life on an afternoon like any other, instantly making a home for yourself in the recesses of his brain by that very same evening

His eyes now were constantly glancing at the phone number now tacked onto his fridge as he went about his routine, your smile appearing behind his eyelids as he tried in vain to fall asleep at night, or the image of the soft swell of your cleavage bouncing as you’d walked away playing on a loop in his mind until he’d accept he wasn’t going to be getting any shut eye until he allowed his hands to slip beneath the blankets

His early mornings were no longer spent cursing having to be up before the sun, instead he found himself staring at the empty spot across from him at the table, wondering if you were awake too, perhaps trying to soothe a fussy baby back to sleep, or feeding her from the same swollen breasts Simon selfishly wished he could suckle from as well

Or were you still laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you too struggled to fall asleep? Too worried about finding your baby bird a spot somewhere before the money ran out? Stressing yourself over things that Simon wished he could fix for you? That he knew he could fix for you?

Less than 24 hours after your first conversation, Simon had hounded just about every living and breathing soul working on the construction site, determined to come up with at least some bit of information, someone to contact, something that would lead him in the right direction, but everyone seemed to be just as in the dark as he was

He wasn’t easily deterred however, nor was he lacking in imagination, when he decided he was unwilling to return to his flat that night without being at least one step closer to having a valid excuse for calling the number that called out to him each time he walked through his kitchen, and so if no one apart from Simon happened to notice that every single blueprint disappeared from the site that night, well that was just unfortunate wasn’t it?

He’d nearly missed the phone call he’d been hoping to get the next morning, preoccupied with having to change his bed sheets after having dreamt of you again all night as visions of your soft body had him feeling like a teenaged boy again, he managed to snag his phone just before the ringer ended

As expected, the site manager had been on the other line, practically beside himself as he told Simon how he’d arrived at the site and discovered that some troublesome teenagers must have snuck in during the night and done away with their building plans, asking Simon if he wouldn’t mind driving to the supervisor’s office and snagging some copies

Simon had already been halfway out the door before he’d hung up

The foreman’s office was cluttered beyond belief, disorganized chaos he sifted through carefully to find the one piece of information he needed, and there amongst the loose papers and pencils and measuring tapes, was the next piece to the puzzle he was slowly solving; the buyers contact information

The blueprints were delivered back to the site in no time, having been kept safe in the back of Simon’s truck the entire time, and a carefully concocted story about needing to run to grab supplies for the job was believed by everyone as the tall man climbed back in behind the wheel and weighed his options

He could reach out to you now, he’d been able to find you the owner’s name, along with an email and phone number to contact, the promise he’d made to you was done, his duty fulfilled

He knew he could call, and you’d be overjoyed to hear from him, that you would be eternally grateful for his help, thanking him endlessly… but that would be the end of it, wouldn’t it? His role would be fulfilled, his duty done and over with, no other valid excuses for you to keep him within your orbit, he’d just be a kind stranger who’d done you an incredibly kind favour

But as Simon pondered that choice, he wondered, why stop here?

You were alone with a newborn, stressed enough as it was, you didn’t need more work being added onto your already full plate, he may as well go the extra mile and help you out even more, right?

At least, that’s what Simon kept telling himself now, as he sat in a too small chair inside of a much too colourful office, avoiding the judgemental eyes of the painted woodland creatures staring at him, as though they knew what his intentions were, waiting for none other than the owner herself

“Hi there, sorry to have kept you waiting.” The woman says as she walks in, reaching a hand out to greet him as he stands to meet her halfway. “My assistant director says you’re here from our newest expansion? The East end location?”

“Yes ma’am, that’d be the one.” Simon offers politely, lowering himself back into the chair he hardly fits in once she rounds the desk and sits down as well. It would make sense that that was what her assistant has told her, as that was the story Simon had offered, reasoning that he had to speak with the owner about the project, not giving them much choice when he showed up to the office unannounced

“There aren’t any issues with construction so far, are there? We shouldn’t be expecting any delays?” She questions, getting straight to the point. Simon appreciates that she isn’t wasting any time with small talk, he also wants this done quick, he’s got a pretty bird waiting on him after all

“No ma’am. Everythin’s on track so far.” He replies easily, omitting the small hiccups she doesn’t need to know about. “M’afraid that’s not why I’m ‘ere today.”

“Well, what can I help you with then?” She questions, an over plucked brow raising as she tilts her head

“Had a few questions ‘bout the nursery we’re buildin’ for ya.”

“Oh, well- I believe the specifications were in the plans for-”

“Not so much ‘bout the building itself, ma’am.” He cuts her off, not unkindly, but clarifying his point. “Was more so wondering ‘bout- well, it’s a decently big plot o’ land we’re working on. How many lil’ ones are meant be in there?” He asks, trying his best to ease his way into this conversation

“Currently, plans are set to have two preschool classes, two toddlers classes, as well as an infant class. With full capacity we could have up to 88 children in the centre. Why are-”

“How many of those spots are for the babes?”

“We can have up to 10 infants at most.”

“Alrigh’, and how many o’ those spots are available?” He finally asks, cutting to the chase, ripping the bandaid off. Simon watches understanding cross her face and she lets out a small scoff, not rude, but more so like she knew she should have expected as much

“Ah, I see now.” She says with a knowing smile sent his way. “I appreciate your interest in our centre, and I understand nursery spots have been scarce in the city, but I have to be honest sir, we do have a wait list policy. There are numerous families already signed up wi-”

“It’s a little girl.” Simon cuts her off firmly this time, not wanting to entertain whatever rejection she was preparing to give him. No, he wouldn’t be leaving here without good news for you, he couldn’t do that. He ignores the painted birds mocking eyes as he steels himself as presses on. “She’s just a tiny thing. Eight weeks old, almost nine now I suppose. Her mum’s got to be back to work, hasn’t got much of a choice. There’s no family ‘round to help or nothin’. She needs this spot for her.”

The woman’s lips thin as she looks at him with understanding, with sympathy, none of the things Simon cares to see unless she’s nodding her head in agreement. He knew it might take a little push to convince whoever was behind the desk to do the right thing, to help him do right by his birdie and her baby bird, and so he’s not ashamed, nor above saying:

“I’ll make sure the job’s done early.”

At this, both her brows now shoot up, obvious intrigue now painted across her features as she blinks at him.

“Pardon?”

“I will see to it that everything is ready ahead of schedule. Personally. The sooner the place is open, the sooner you start making money, the sooner kids are in and sooner parents are happy. Everyone wins.”

Simon watches her ponders his words, gears turning in her head as she thinks it over. She could easily refute him, call him out for being out of line and send him on his way, tail tucked between his legs. But Simon knows a desperate person when he sees one, knows just what people want to hear, and so he isn’t surprised when she’s suddenly standing from her desk, crossing the room to shut the slightly ajar door, and he smiles to himself slightly, knowing he’s won.

“Now when you say ahead of schedule-”

“Could have ‘er ready by the end of the month. I’ll pull the strings, make it happen. You leave it to me and it’ll be done.” He answers easily, confidently, like there is no question in his mind he can offer up such promises and see them through to fruition. Hell, he’d build the entire goddamn thing by himself day and night if that’s what she wanted to hear, whatever would convince her

“I mean-” she says, letting out a long sigh as she leans back in her chair, opening up a drawer and rummaging through for something or another. “I can’t lie, this wouldn’t be the first time we’ve made exceptions for someone, especially one of our own builders.”

Simon nods along, pleased with the way this is going thus far, though things take an abrupt turn when she next says:

“I would still like to meet with your wife and daughter first, just to iron out the enrolment details and confirm whether this would be a good fit, but I can- I could potentially find a way to make this work.”

And Simon knows this is the moment where he’s supposed to correct her, where he’s supposed to speak up and clarify that no, you aren’t his wife and she isn’t his daughter, that she’s misunderstood him and that the two of you are strangers he met earlier this week- fuck he doesn’t even know your baby’s name yet for crying out loud- all of this could fall apart tremendously as soon as she asks even a single question that he won’t have the answer to, potentially jeopardizing this entire thing for you and her, and yet-

“Brilliant. The missus will be thrilled.”

Alrighty first off, apologies for the delay between posts, writers block and life in general are so ew, but we’re so back babe

All the love on the first part was so unexpected and so so appreciated!!! Y’all have me looking like this with every comment and reblog and tag-

Gonna strive to have part 3 out before the end of the weekend hopefully, don’t want to keep you all waiting so long again

- M 🫶🏻

[hesperidiumsky]

Every now and then it's just one of those days where it's like. Wow. Everything sucks.

[reasonsforhope]

No paywall version here.

"Two and a half years ago, when I was asked to help write the most authoritative report on climate change in the United States, I hesitated...

In the end, I said yes, but reluctantly. Frankly, I was sick of admonishing people about how bad things could get. Scientists have raised the alarm over and over again, and still the temperature rises. Extreme events like heat waves, floods and droughts are becoming more severe and frequent, exactly as we predicted they would. We were proved right. It didn’t seem to matter.

Our report, which was released on Tuesday, contains more dire warnings. There are plenty of new reasons for despair. Thanks to recent scientific advances, we can now link climate change to specific extreme weather disasters, and we have a better understanding of how the feedback loops in the climate system can make warming even worse. We can also now more confidently forecast catastrophic outcomes if global emissions continue on their current trajectory.

But to me, the most surprising new finding in the Fifth National Climate Assessment is this: There has been genuine progress, too.

I’m used to mind-boggling numbers, and there are many of them in this report. Human beings have put about 1.6 trillion tons of carbon in the atmosphere since the Industrial Revolution — more than the weight of every living thing on Earth combined. But as we wrote the report, I learned other, even more mind-boggling numbers. In the last decade, the cost of wind energy has declined by 70 percent and solar has declined 90 percent. Renewables now make up 80 percent of new electricity generation capacity. Our country’s greenhouse gas emissions are falling, even as our G.D.P. and population grow.

In the report, we were tasked with projecting future climate change. We showed what the United States would look like if the world warms by 2 degrees Celsius. It wasn’t a pretty picture: more heat waves, more uncomfortably hot nights, more downpours, more droughts. If greenhouse emissions continue to rise, we could reach that point in the next couple of decades. If they fall a little, maybe we can stave it off until the middle of the century. But our findings also offered a glimmer of hope: If emissions fall dramatically, as the report suggested they could, we may never reach 2 degrees Celsius at all.

For the first time in my career, I felt something strange: optimism.

And that simple realization was enough to convince me that releasing yet another climate report was worthwhile.

Something has changed in the United States, and not just the climate. State, local and tribal governments all around the country have begun to take action. Some politicians now actually campaign on climate change, instead of ignoring or lying about it. Congress passed federal climate legislation — something I’d long regarded as impossible — in 2022 as we turned in the first draft.

[Note: She's talking about the Inflation Reduction Act and the Infrastructure Act, which despite the names were the two biggest climate packages passed in US history. And their passage in mid 2022 was a big turning point: that's when, for the first time in decades, a lot of scientists started looking at the numbers - esp the ones that would come from the IRA's funding - and said "Wait, holy shit, we have an actual chance."]

And while the report stresses the urgency of limiting warming to prevent terrible risks, it has a new message, too: We can do this. We now know how to make the dramatic emissions cuts we’d need to limit warming, and it’s very possible to do this in a way that’s sustainable, healthy and fair.

The conversation has moved on, and the role of scientists has changed. We’re not just warning of danger anymore. We’re showing the way to safety.

I was wrong about those previous reports: They did matter, after all. While climate scientists were warning the world of disaster, a small army of scientists, engineers, policymakers and others were getting to work. These first responders have helped move us toward our climate goals. Our warnings did their job.

To limit global warming, we need many more people to get on board... We need to reach those who haven’t yet been moved by our warnings. I’m not talking about the fossil fuel industry here; nor do I particularly care about winning over the small but noisy group of committed climate deniers. But I believe we can reach the many people whose eyes glaze over when they hear yet another dire warning or see another report like the one we just published.

The reason is that now, we have a better story to tell. The evidence is clear: Responding to climate change will not only create a better world for our children and grandchildren, but it will also make the world better for us right now.

Eliminating the sources of greenhouse gas emissions will make our air and water cleaner, our economy stronger and our quality of life better. It could save hundreds of thousands or even millions of lives across the country through air quality benefits alone. Using land more wisely can both limit climate change and protect biodiversity. Climate change most strongly affects communities that get a raw deal in our society: people with low incomes, people of color, children and the elderly. And climate action can be an opportunity to redress legacies of racism, neglect and injustice.

I could still tell you scary stories about a future ravaged by climate change, and they’d be true, at least on the trajectory we’re currently on. But it’s also true that we have a once-in-human-history chance not only to prevent the worst effects but also to make the world better right now. It would be a shame to squander this opportunity. So I don’t just want to talk about the problems anymore. I want to talk about the solutions. Consider this your last warning from me."

-via New York Times. Opinion essay by leading climate scientist Kate Marvel. November 18, 2023.

[mekatrio]

thisssss

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.

Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.

Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.

You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.

You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:

A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream. "Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."

Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed. "Are you trying to piss me off even more?"

Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."

Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled: "I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."

Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice: "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" You froze, body trembling. Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat. "Good girl."

Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking. "It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."