#nano fertilizers

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IFFCO Nano Dap Liquid Price, Urea Fertilizer | IFFCO Nano Dap

Checkout IFFCO Nano Dap Liquid price, time & method of application, safety precautions, general instructions & product specifications related to IFFCO Nano Dap fertilizer (liquid). For more - nano fertilizers

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How To Fertilize Indoor Plants With Liquid Fertilizer

Fertilizers are similar to multi-vitamins for indoor plants that promote healthy growth in plants. They are used to replace essential nutrients that plant potting mixes lose as they grow over time. For more - nano fertilizers

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Nano fertilizers, utilizing nanotechnology, offer precise nutrient delivery, reduced environmental impact, and customized formulations tailored to specific crops and soil types. They enhance nutrient uptake by plants, minimize nutrient runoff, and promote sustainable agriculture. In contrast, traditional fertilizers lack precision in nutrient delivery, leading to inefficiencies, environmental pollution, and soil degradation. While nano fertilizers face challenges such as cost and regulatory concerns, their potential to revolutionize agriculture makes them a promising alternative to traditional fertilizers.

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Nano Fertilizer Market Strategies, Environmental Impact, and Sustainable Agricultural Practices

The global nano fertilizer market size is expected to reach USD 9,377.3 million by 2030, as per the new report by Grand View Research, Inc. The market is expected to grow at a robust CAGR of 14.8% from 2022 to 2030. The industry growth is primarily driven by increasing demand for better crop yields due to a significant rise in the global population and limited availability of key resources like land.

Nano Fertilizer Market Report Highlights

The global market is estimated to advance at a CAGR of 14.8% from 2022 to 2030. This is attributed to the rising demand for food crops due to the increasing population thus creating the need for using high-yield nano fertilizers

North America dominated the global market in 2021 with a revenue share of over 34%. This is owed to advancement in agriculture in developed countries such as Canada and the U.S.

Favorable policies along with technological advancements in the agricultural sector helped make the U.S., the largest consumer of nano fertilizer

Nitrogen emerged as a major raw material used for the production of nano fertilizer in 2021, with a revenue share of over 25%. Easy and cheap availability of Nitrogen makes it the topmost preference among consumers

Soil method of application captured the largest market share of over 70% in 2021. This growth is attributed to the capability of nano fertilizers to release nutrients in the soil, thus, enabling better penetration into the roots of the crops

Cereals & grains are the largest application segment in terms of revenue. It contributed over 40% to the global revenue share. The growth of this segment can be attributed to the fact that it is the major source of iron, dietary proteins, vitamins, and dietary fibers required by the human body. Thus, to fulfill the growing demand for cereals & grains continues to push food growers to purchase nano fertilizers in rising quantities

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Growing focus on increasing the quantity of yield has led to the indiscriminate use of fertilizers in agriculture. This can result in both environmental and agricultural catastrophes by degrading the quality of the soil. According to a report by Food and Agricultural Organization (FAO), natural resources such as water and arable land are on the verge of exhaustion. Furthermore, degradation at a high rate continues due to intensive urbanization and excessive use of chemical fertilizers. Thus, the declining nutritional quality of food and degraded quality of soil continues to drive a gradual shift toward nanotechnology in agriculture. Nano fertilizers remains an ideal prospect to maintain the quality of soil while meeting production target.

The use of nano fertilizers can help in reducing chemical fertilizer consumption by 80 to 100 times, thus reducing the reliance on chemical fertilizers. For instance, the demand for nano urea is increasing worldwide as it has the ability to replace regular urea usage at a relatively lower cost while offering high yields to crops. By 2023 nano urea is expected to replace the usage of 13.7 million tons of conventional urea. Thus, the huge demand for nano fertilizer from the agriculture industry along with supportive government policies continues to promote newer and more efficient agriculture techniques.

The importance of policy framework remains paramount to promote sustainable growth, and such framework is already in place for nano fertilizers in key regions. For instance, U.S department of agriculture in 2020 announced to make USD 250 million investment through its new grant program. This initiative was taken to support new innovative and more efficient fertilizer production in the region. Additionally, USDA seeks growth in competition as it aims to allay concerns regarding supply chain. With its new initiatives, the USDA continues to introduce more transparency for consumers to make them aware of the safety of agriculture produce. These initiatives aimed at gauging the use of fertilizers, seeds, retail markets, continue to generate momentum for the eco-friendly and high-yield promising nano fertilizers.

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The nano fertilizers market is expected to grow at a strong CAGR of around 15% during the forecast period. 

[kisanofindia]

Liquid Nanoclay Technology: कैसे लिक्विड नैनोक्ले तकनीक रेतिली ज़मीन को बना रही उपजाऊ?

बंजर ज़मीन पर उगे रसीले फल

कृषि के क्षेत्र में हर दिन नए प्रयोग हो रहे हैं। इन्हीं प्रयोगों में से एक है नैनोक्ले तकनीक, जिसकी बदौलत रेगिस्तान में भी रसीले फल व सब्ज़ियां उगाई जा सकती हैं। इस तकनीक का सफल प्रयोग यूएई में हो चुका है।

लिक्विड नैनोक्ले तकनीक (Liquid Nanoclay Technology): कृषि उपकरणों की मदद से किसानों का काम आसान करने से लेकर उपज बढ़ाने तक के लिए वैज्ञानिक हर दिन नई-नई तकनीक ईज़ाद करने में लगे हुए हैं। कोरोना काल में ऐसी ही की एक तकनीक का सफल प्रयोग यूएई की रेतिली ज़मीन पर किया ��या। जिस तकनीक की बदौलत रेतिली भूमि को उपजाऊ बनाया गया उसका नाम है लिक्विड नैनोक्ले तकनीक।

कोरोना में लगे लॉकडाउन के दौरान ही यूएई में इसका इस्तेमाल करके एक बंजर भूमि पर 40 दिनों के अंदर रसीले तरबूज का उत्पादन किया गया। इस तकनीक की सफलता ने किसानों को उम्मीद की नई किरण दिखाई है। अब रेगिस्तानी इलाकों में किसान इस तकनीक को अपनाने की दिशा में आगे बढ़ रहे हैं। हालांकि, ये तकनीक थोड़ी महंगी है इसलिए छोटे किसानों के लिए इसका खर्च उठाना मुश्किल हो सकता है।

क्या है नैनोक्ले तकनीक (Nanoclay Technology)?

नैनोक्ले (Liquid) का मतलब है गीली चिकनी मिट्टी जिसे संतुलित मात्रा में रेत में मिलाकर मिट्टी को उपजाऊ बनाया जाता है।

और पढ़ें.....

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According to MarkNtel Advisors’ research report, “Asia-Pacific Nano Fertilizers Market Analysis, 2021,” the market is likely to grow at a CAGR of 17% during 2021-26F due to the increasing demand for nano fertilizers to reduce the use of chemical fertilizer urea by 50%. Surging advancements and R&D in nanotechnology have escalated the production of nanoparticles used in producing nano fertilizer formulations. Besides this, increasing water pollution, soil degradation, and biodiversity loss due to the burgeoning use of chemical fertilizers have also propelled the demand for nano fertilizer in the region.

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Nano Fertilizer Market Focusing On The Basis Of Raw Material, Method Of Application, Application, Region And Forecast 2030: Grand View Research Inc.

San Francisco, 10 March 2023: The Report Nano Fertilizer Market Size, Share & Trends Analysis Report By Raw Material (Carbon, Silver), By Method Of Application (Spray, Soil), By Application, And By Region Forecasts, 2022 – 2030 The global nano fertilizer market size is expected to reach USD 9,377.3 million by 2030, as per the new report by Grand View Research, Inc. The market is expected to grow…

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Live a Little, Give a Little ... More [Part 2]

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Live a Little Give a Little part 1

Summary: you've got one last stunt in you before you retire to have your baby--will your mystery Baby Daddy make a final appearance?

Warnings: Breeding kink, pregnancy, exhibition, groping, public sex, public teasing, dub con, manhandling, rape-esc situation that may be triggering, unprotected sex, creampie.

18+ ONLY

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You keep waving to your camera even after it clicks off and stops recording. Leaning back in your streaming chair, you close your eyes. 

Well, you did exactly what you set out to do: gained a shit ton of views and earned a mega bonus from your subscribers, rating shooting up thanks to that little stunt you pulled a few months ago.

You peer down, drumming your fingers along the hefty bump that had grown in your belly since then. “Hope you’re a bit more responsible than me, kiddo,” you mumble, smiling softly as you stroke over with gentle fingers.

Getting pregnant was not exactly how you imagined achieving that feat.

In all honesty, the plan was never to fuck a stranger on a crowded train. You were on the pill, but STD and STIs were a thing, so the furthest you had genuinely planned with a few hand jobs and being groped by perverts. 

But the second you felt that man on you, felt his cock pulse in your legs, something else over took you. Your whole bodies shivers with excitement every time recalling that day. Trying to etch every single detail into your memory. His callused hands, the firm, broad chest and shoulders that easily could overpower you, his warm thick fingers dancing along your skin, the trace of his breath along the shell of your ear, each beautiful little grunt and groan echoing in your ear like a broken record. 

His massive fucking hung horse cock.

You’ve been fucked by big-dicked guys before. But to know how to use it so fucking well that you don’t need to be battered to a pulp just to feel it, is something that no man can compare to your handsome baby Daddy.

Slickness pools in your panties. At some point, your belly is going to be big enough that you won’t be able to touch yourself. But for now, as your hand dips into your underwear and gathers your arousal, you think about him. 

If he was here now, would he make you cum on his fingers before you could have his cock buried to the hilt in you? Tell you that you’re a naughty girl, so fertile and sweet for the taking? A cum hungry dumb slut who doesn’t know how to function without his seed filling her up at every conceivable moment. Make you watch yourself in the mirror cum like a whore from his touch as he promises to breed and brand you over and over again for the world to see. You bite your lips, feeling him hot on your skin, balls twitching with each pulse of his seed dumping safely into your waiting womb to take him.

The thoughts of the faceless, nameless man who impregnated you on a crowded train during rush hour brings you to orgasm much quicker than any toy or method you’ve tested. Your jaw drops in a silent scream, a slight grin tugging on your lips as you rub your pussy through her little quakes, desperate to feel complete again.

You come down from your high, sticky fingers tracing along your belly as you drift into your current situation, ironically brought on by your insatiable horny lust.

No, you didn’t intend to have sex with a stranger that day. And when you weighed the odds in the nano-second before he impaled you… I mean, even if you got an infection, so what, just this once? What OnlyFans streamer didn’t have a disease or two? (No, please don’t take that advice)

You got tested immediately afterwards, and thankfully everything else came back negative from your fun encounter.

It only took a few more weeks after that of peculiar symptoms to get tested for something else that, to you genuine surprise, was positive. 

The man must have super sperm to have blown past your supposedly unstoppable birth control, which hadn’t even failed you when you did that 5 creampie amateur gang bang porno last summer.  Maybe you were only an hour late in taking your dosage on time that one day, too drunk and more concerned about fingering him cum back into you, but still…

You went into shock for a solid week, not sure what to do. Sometimes even now you feel a little jolt in your tummy, and see your body changing, and it just keeps dawning on you that you’re actually about to have a whole ass child.

And you don’t know the father.

It’s both thrilling and horrifying shook up in a bottle of hormones and currently sitting on the edge of a cliff. You should scold yourself for how stupid you were, if only you actually regretted it.  Even if you’re about to be a single mother who cant explain a thing to your soon to be child about their daddy, you knew you were gonna love you baby. No doubts.

Besides, when you were more financially stable, you DID plan to have kids at some point. So what if it’s a little sooner than expected? Life is full of unexpected surprises! 

You decided after the baby is born, no more streaming. You were gonna get a more stable, (more cloth required) job and raise your precious kiddo on your own.

But a few teasing streams until then, just to milk those breeding, misogynistic, baby bump hungry men out there willing to throw money at you if you rubbed milk over your belly, would be worth those extra bucks before calling it quits altogether.

Still, it would be nice feel him just one more time…

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Joel’s been watching your stream obsessively since that day you brazenly showed your pregnant belly to the world. He’s got notifications going off on his phone every time you upload something. 

Even with his cock in his hand, most of the time you just talk to your followers, answer their questions about your pregnancy so far, and about that day.

He sees the way your eyes glint, the corner of your lips curving into an unashamed smile as you retell details about him.

Sure, all the lonely fucks in the chat spam your inbox “that’s so hot”, “god I wish that were me,” “can I use your holes and breed you next? My bus departs in 30 mins ;)”

Honestly, who’s to say you aren’t pulling a total bluff? You’re a porn streamer; it’s your job to feed into men like his fantasies. Maybe you had fucked a dozen guys on the train that day, got pregnant from one of them, and only uploaded Joel’s session because it was the hottest? Maybe you were already pregnant, and you’re just spinning a scandalous story for your followers to hold on to? And who’s to say you don’t already have a cuck boyfriend or husband, who could have been filming or watching you two on the train that day from a different angle?

The thought of you belonging to another man, of the baby you “claim” to his being another’s makes his hand grip his cock tightly, teeth grinding down on one another while staring at your beautiful eyes and smile through the computer screen.

He drops a pool of spit on to his tip before sheathing it over with his hand, lubing his cock. You would usually end the stream with some tease:

“God, my breasts are just getting so sore,” you groan dramatically. You unbutton your blouse and reveal your naked cleavage. “Don’t even have any more bras because they’re getting so damn heavy!” You cup them and moan into the camera, relieving the ache while pinching your nipples. 

Joel licks his lips. He had gotten to know you (or the version of you on your stream) a lot more intimately thanks to discovering your blog. He spent hours studying every detail that he missed. Its one thing to have dumped his load into your exquisite pussy, but to be able to see your face, hear your unashamed moans, ogle your gorgeous breasts and body that he had been denied that day makes him yearn to have you one more time.

Your belly had grown just as quickly, drooping over your pelvis just a bit more than before. You’re not at full mast yet. He watches how you maneuver, maybe a little slower or more bulky than before. It fills him with pride, seeing how much you’re having to struggle with his child growing in you. At the very least, you can still reach to get a bulbous pink dildo in your cunt and flash the camera as you masturbate, crying out as you beg Daddy to breed you again.

Joel cups his balls with one hand while the other furiously works over his shaft. His stomach tenses, building towards his release with eyes transfixed on the way that little cunt still has enough room to fit that toy. He would know, you took him with very little prep. 

“That’s it baby, come on, Come for Daddy,” he groans.  Doesn’t care that he’s jerking off in a dark room by himself to a brightly lit screen of his baby momma that doesn’t even know him. Yet. 

You moan directly into the camera, mouth agape as you thrust the dildo in and out, hitting that sweet spot that has your eyes rolling. You spread your legs over the chair, and the skin strewn across your belly tightens as a gush of liquid squirts out of your pussy.

“Fuck Daddy, making my pussy squirt so fuckin good! M so full my cunt can’t hold all my naughty juices, too full with your cock and your cum and your baby!!”

Haggard groans rumble in his throat as his cock erupts into jets of white ribbons, shooting along the computer screen and covering your face as you smile and lick the dildo clean. He milks his sack of the last little spurts of cum before sighing and leaning back against the chair, dreaming about painting your womb white again with his next load. 

When you come down from your high, and the last of the generous tips come flowing in, you usually rub along your swollen tummy. Sometimes it’s subconscious, like you’re comforting your child, other times it’s for the show, twirling around and pushing it out to show everyone how big you’ve gotten. Your voice centers him back to reality.

“And before I forget, I have one final announcement: After our little baby is born, I will be retiring.” You smile softly, but there’s a sense of gratitude mixed with sadness. “I know! It’s been such a great journey, and I’ve never felt soooo good about something as amazing as this, and to share it all with you is more than I could have ever hoped. So as a final send off, I’m doing one last exhibition piece.”

Joel leans, ignoring the stain of his cum drying along his shirt and smudged into his laptop.

 “If you’re out there, Daddio, I want to meet you. Catch me in the same area, around the same time—and no I’m not going to tell you all exactly where on here!  If you’re there, you’ll know—and if not, I will be streaming the whole thing live this time so don’t miss out! Even if I can’t find my blessing baby daddy, I will certainly still be putting on a show for however many lucky bastards get to grope a pregnant, single slut like me!”

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You stand along the train platform, anxiously glancing over your shoulder at the random passersby just trying to catch a commute. Some men have definitely eyed you in less than innocent ways already. It’s a cest pool of perverts today. 

You contemplate the biggest hiccup in your plan: You know the only chance you have to recognize him is from feeling his huge dick splitting you open again. Cinderella slipper style, if you will. You didn’t have a name, an address, any identifiable features—you wouldn’t even be able to recognize his face if it were right in front of you given that you never really saw more than a blurred partial reflection of it in the first place. That monster cock is the only thing that you’re betting your life on right now to find him.

But for the safety of your baby—you had 0 plans to fuck anybody today. And I mean it this time.

The wind from the train tunnels keeps riling up your frilly dress, the fabric now fitting a little more snug than it did before thanks to your baby on the way. There’s a sense of excitement mixed with disappointment steaming in your flip flops. No, you had no hope of actually finding him again. 

 But who’s to say you can’t still have a little fun, touch some dicks, get your tits squeezed and call it a successful career?

Rush hour got a bit crazy, and boy were the men just as in a hurry. You bit your lip and smiled at a man who brushed by you, his hand happily squeezing your little ass cheek through your dress. He seemed young, thin, definitely not your man, but his long fingers did feel nice, caressing your hips as he grinned to you as well. Swaying your chest in front of him, he peers over your cleavage. The two of you waited along the platform, the crowd shifting awkwardly around you waiting for the train. You twiddled your hair, angling your phone up so it could capture his hand gently caressing your lower belly. 

His eyes widen in surprise: your bump wasn’t entirely obvious under the skirt of the dress, still small enough to be concealed under baggy clothing but very obvious the moment you feel it or pull the fabric tight. You giggle as he eagerly stroked over your belly, and you can barely see the twinkle of a fantasy forming behind those eyes.

The train followed forward a little too soon, and the man got on without another glance at you. Probably his wedding ring might have had something to do with it, but no matter. You remained where you were.

When the cart rushed past again, the wind blowing your dress, you caught the eye of a group of two behind you. You winked at them, lifting your skirt scandalously to show off your bare ass and wiggle at them, before enticing them to follow you behind the stairwell. 

You propped your phone up quickly, conveniently cutting off from the neck up to disguise their faces before they too rounded the corner. One was a bit shorter, dark haired, maybe around 40s with a full beard. His hands were all wrong, not your guy, but you didn’t deter him as he stroked along your cheek and down your cleavage, pulling the fabric of the dress tight to see your swollen tits. 

The other man, tall and muscular under that tight shirt, blond and younger, pressed firmly along your back, the outline of his cock making you rub your ass along his crotch. You quickly reached behind you and stroked his stiff bulge while they pinched your nipple through your dress, held the weight of your pregnant belly and brushed their knuckles along your inner thigh. 

Their faces didn’t matter. Maybe they were your fans, maybe they were just some lucky pervs at the right place at the right time. Either of them could be your mystery man, while neither could be too. You try to brush off your disappointment with a flirty laugh, stroking both of them through their trousers as they breathed in your perfume and continued to touch your body. No, their cocks were all wrong. It didn’t feel this rigid or this plump, his tip was more bulbous than this, and the curvature is in the opposite direction.

You glanced at your camera, making sure you’re getting good angles of your pronounced body sandwiched between these two creeps. They didn’t say much, thankfully, and you didn’t care to talk. Your feed was blowing up, with them none the wiser at behind recorded.  It’s not until you peep again at the screen that you see a third man entering the frame behind you. 

The other guys shift uncomfortably at his intrusion, but you look up at lucky perv number three. You don’t bat an eye when he boldly put his hand between your thighs and slid up along your skin, thick digits grazing your wet folds. You hum contently. Oh, he’s here for the cake. You try not to go hazy, eying the cheeky bastard while being stimulated all over.

 His height was between the other two but that didn’t make him any less imposing. Broad around the shoulders with a bit of a soft tummy, but his denim shirt hugged those biceps so well. And he’s older too, much older due to the wrinkles under his brown eyes and the grays starting to take over in his curled hair and patchy beard—

Your brows furrow for a second, not enough time to process your thoughts before he’s shoving the other two men aside despite their protests and walking you back against the tiled wall, your bum resting on the metal bar there. His torso parts your legs perfectly, and you gasp, hands gripping his shoulders to keep your balance. He only grins, something very knowing behind that look, a secret you feel left out from, and you’re about to call it all off until he rolls that massive THANG between his legs against your uncovered core.

You moan out in surprise, your head falls forward on his chest. He growls something out to the other guys, who end up scurrying away with their palms pressed on their crotches like scared dogs. 

“L-Look, mister,” you say, and fuck you should be trying to fight this harder. Especially with the jangle of his belt coming undone between you. You don’t want some stranger fucking you—again—that defeats the whole purpose of the tease! You could still shout for help, there’s plenty of other people just around the corner if he tries anything funny. And your baby, your health, your safety— “I don’t —I’m not in the mood for anything—penetrative. But I could satisfy you in other ways,” you huff, dragging your lower lip between your teeth.

He smirks again. His breath is warm, so close to your face you could almost kiss him. He feels so strong yet so soft, holding you securely against him, his hand cradling your belly while his tented cock pressed along your clit. Your hearts racing, beating wildly that you don’t doubt he can’t feel it against his own. Maybe he’s considering it, something willing yet still satisfying. You feel drunk off him despite only sampling the scent of him, not the taste quite yet.

He holds your gaze with his curved nose honing yours. Its intimate.

Familiar.

You should protest at least a little when he flips you around and bends you over. He’s got one hand protectively over your belly, making sure you don’t fall into the wall. You glance up, and the sight of your body positioned perfectly centered at your camera. Fuck—he knew where the camera was? Was he a fan watching your stream before he came over? Your shocked expression fills the screen as his torso and hips press against your ass, yellow dress flipped over your hips for his private view.

Your mind is reeling, unaware of the thick slap of his length against your folds—that jolts your attention. You know that cock…

He thrusts in all at once.  No voice escapes your parted lips to convey the cross eyed, fantastic, unbelievable, one in a million stretch that you had been missing for months, now filling you up to the brim and suffocating every available micro meter inside of you, and making you whole again. The same stretch, the one that’s making you cum on his cock right now, flooding your senes as arousal electrifies every nerve in your body.

The man behind you only chuckles, still getting the perfect view of your gaping mouth and furled brows reflected on the phone scream. he hisses lowly between his teeth as you continue to clench around his cock with your sweet wet little cunt. It’s like scanning a membership, and your body finally recognizes the owner of the shop. You pant harshly into the bar, walls convulsing over his thick length buried deep to your occupied womb.

The man that had placated your mind, your pussy and womb for the last 6 months, the man who left the best gift you’d ever received, the man right here in the flesh, that you had almost considered a dream were it not for the growing swell of his child in your womb occupying your delirium…

He leans over you, just enough so that only his lips are visible at the top of the screen, his voice ghosting along your ear: “Hi babygirl. Missed you. Looks like you have a little surprise for Daddy.” You feel his bear palms caress your swollen tummy.

Your lips curl into a delirious smile, lashes fluttering in blissful patterns of love as your entire being welcomes this man into the home he’s already carved out of you.

Even your baby nestled small in your womb wiggles excitedly at the recognition of her Daddy.

Neither of you look away from another as he begins thrusting into you, rocking your body back and forth along his member like the toy you’re so good at being.

He was amazing—no, better than before if it’s possible. Impossibly hard, long, thick and throbbing, all shoved up your pussy with desperate ruts, impaling your soaking pussy over and over again. You had to remind yourself, still lost like a love sick puppy in his eyes, that you were still in public, being fucked raw, pregnant, behind the stairwell of a crowded train station during rush hour. Nosy chatter echoed through the tunnel as the two of you humped against one another, partially clothed minus your genitals connected in a haze of passionate fucking. The phone in front of you is only forgotten, and you can only imagine the comments and tips blowing up at the fact that you’d actually found him.

Despite the openness, the vulnerability of your position, it feels far more intimate, just the two of you fucking to your hearts content. You’ll wonder later about the wondering eyes from trains beginning to enter the station and seeing the two of you in the blurred windows , but right now, you’d be ready to take his second bastard child right this second. 

Your handsome hero reaches past you and turns the recording off, flipping the phone down. If he’s going to have you again, really have you, it would be his own little private show. No camera. No show. He abruptly pulls out before spinning you around and nestling himself between your thighs again, his cock aligning to your entrance before sliding right back in. Right where he belongs.

“Oooooh shiiiit. Shit Momma, you’re so good at taking it,” he rasps into your neck. He presses a wet kiss along your throat, each thrust pushing you back but he holds you close and sucks you right into his grasp again. Your open lips hover over one another as he sets his pace again, his tip now kissing your cervix with each kiss of your pregnant belly to his naval.

“It’s mine, isn’t it?” He growls with an edge of desperation. “Tell me it’s mine.” Beads of sweat begin to form along the creases of his forehead, but he didn’t once consider slowing his pace. With the pay your ass jiggles at each slap of skin.

“It’s yours,” you cry. There’s no doubt. your heart screams with joy just as the knot in your stomach snaps. he grips your mouth with his strong hand as your head rolls in ecstasy, wailing out into his flesh with unfiltered moans.

Harsh breaths are forced out of his nose, his lips switching between a snarl and a grin as he nears his end. 

“Inside,” you hum into his ear.

He wasn’t planning on putting it anywhere else. With one final heave, he lifts you off the rail briefly, your weight balncing under his arms and your tiptoes on the ground as he bursts inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cream.

You both breathe in the polluted air. Distant echoes of the rafters rattling in the darkened caves ahead while footsteps rustle down the metal stairs behind the two of you. The breeze of the caverned tunnels cools the sweat along both your bodies. He hasn’t let go, still glued to you, holding you close as if you’d slip away.

You sit upright in his lap, trying to catch your breath. You survey one another, pupils blown wide yet calming. The two of you just giggle as your pants slowly sync together. His rough yet gentle fingertips stroke your cheek before brushing away the strands of messy hair that had covered your beautiful face, and for the first time, he can really get a full look at you in person.

“I’m Joel,” he says sweetly. He brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a gentle and long kiss, never once breaking eye contact with you.

You shake your head and laugh, offering your name to him as well.

Although, at this point, with his cock still impaled deep inside, his baby growing in your womb— its safe to say the two of you are well past such a redundant formality.

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3.117 The other shoe

We started the night at a bar in a fancy rooftop hotel in San Myshuno. Sophia and I didn't bother dressing up because our only goal was to meet the man that had my sister all googly-eyed, and that didn't involve nice clothes. Jace Laurent was his name. He was from Tartosa and frequented the bar where we had the party. His fancy job title didn't fool me once he explained the role. He said he was a nano-simfluencer for a company called Trend Team. Apparently, he was heavily into fashion and was seeking the attention of brands on social media so he could score an endorsement deal. Basically, he was unemployed. True, I was technically unemployed too, but at least I left home and come back with money like normal working sims.

But after a while, I had to admit he wasn't as much of a schmuck as I thought he'd be. He was definitely weird, but seemed like he'd be kinda fun to hang out with once we got to know each other better.

"Would you stop grilling him??" Alessia shouted.

"I'm not grilling! I'm just trying to get to know him. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, but stop with the 20 Questions!"

"How else am I supposed to get to know him, Less??"

Like, seriously! What was up with her? First she yelled at Sophia on Winterfest for trying to stay in the conversation and get to know her, and now this? I hoped ol' dude was up to handle her moods because if I couldn't win with her, no one could.

"Don't mind her," Jace said. "She's just a little pregnant."

"I'm sorry...WHAT?!"

His proud, smug face melted into discomfort and mortification.

"Oh no...she didn't tell you."

"We're in love, Luca," Alessia shouted. "I asked him to move in."

So many questions buzzed around my brain like a swarm of bees, but the frustration flowing through my veins was stronger than the urge to get answers. I was so done with this seemingly endless stream of accidental pregnancies around me! The mere thought of another person turning up pregnant ignited a fiery anger within me so intense I could almost taste it. Okay…I wouldn't actually resort to violence, but the urge to lash out, to release my pent-up frustration, was as real as all these unborn babies in my life.

"We have to go," I said, getting up from the table.

Alessia yelled after us, questioning our abrupt departure, but I didn't care. My only goal was to seek shelter in the safety of my home because the fortress I built around my emotions had finally been breached. Falling apart was imminent now. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the pressure that had been building up all week erupted from my mouth as I hollered. I never felt so out of control before. I paced, tugged on my hair, and screamed some more. Sophia stood off to the side for a moment, watching, allowing me to get it out, but then she marched up to me and embraced me tightly as if she were trying to squeeze hope back into me. We collapsed onto the couch and cried together. I probably should have waited to tell her about my hospital visit, but how much more could it hurt? We were already at the bottom.

"Sophia," I said through my tears, "I gotta tell you something."

She sat up to hear my story and wiped my face.

"I went to the doctor. That's where I was earlier... I have low fertility too. I'm so sorry!"

To my surprise, she didn't sink deeper into despair, like I thought she would. She held my hand and showed me the most incredible display of bravery I had ever seen.

"Awwwww, Luca! Are you okay? This isn't your fault. It's no one's fault. It just...is."

I knew she was right, but life really sucked at the moment, and I didn't know how to withstand against all those blows anymore. I thought I was strong enough, but now my wife had to hold me up.

"It's just not fair," I yelled. "Alessia, Yasmine...and even Dub! None of them were trying to get pregnant! Why won't it happen for us? I feel like we're being punished for something, but I don't know what it is! I just want to start a family with you. What's so bad about that?? I've done everything to stay positive and hopeful, but I can't do it anymore! I can't do it, Sophia!"

She wiped my tears and tried to soothe me, telling me it was going to be okay, just like I did for her at the beginning of all this.

"Hey...listen...we can't give up yet, babe. We've got one more trick up our sleeve! How about tomorrow I do the IVF? Forget those treatments!"

"Are you sure? That's surgery."

"It's outpatient. This is my last chance to carry my own child. I have to take it."

"Okay. But only if you want to. I'm fine with adoption if you change your mind, but...I really hope it works."

"Me too."

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Catalysts belonging to the zeolite family help to remove toxic nitrogen oxides from industrial emissions. Researchers at the Paul Scherrer Institute PSI have now discovered that their complex nano porous structure is crucial. Specifically, individual iron atoms sitting in certain neighboring pores communicate with each other, thereby driving the desired reaction. Industry produces gases that are harmful to both humans and the environment and therefore must be prevented from escaping. These include nitric oxide and nitrous oxide, the latter also known as laughing gas. Both can be produced simultaneously when manufacturing fertilizers, for example. To remove them from the waste gases, companies use zeolite-based catalysts. Researchers at the Paul Scherrer Institute PSI, in collaboration with the Swiss chemical company CASALE SA, have now worked out the details of how these catalysts render the combination of these two nitrogen oxides harmless.

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Greening Agriculture with Nano Fertilizers: Market Insights and Prospects

The global nano fertilizer market size is expected to reach USD 9,377.3 million by 2030. The industry growth is primarily driven by increasing demand for better crop yields due to a significant rise in the global population and limited availability of key resources like land.

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Growing focus on increasing the quantity of yield has led to the indiscriminate use of fertilizers in agriculture. This can result in both environmental and agricultural catastrophes by degrading the quality of the soil. According to a report by Food and Agricultural Organization (FAO), natural resources such as water and arable land are on the verge of exhaustion. Furthermore, degradation at a high rate continues due to intensive urbanization and excessive use of chemical fertilizers. Thus, the declining nutritional quality of food and degraded quality of soil continues to drive a gradual shift toward nanotechnology in agriculture. Nano fertilizers remains an ideal prospect to maintain the quality of soil while meeting production target.

The use of nano fertilizers can help in reducing chemical fertilizer consumption by 80 to 100 times, thus reducing the reliance on chemical fertilizers. For instance, the demand for nano urea is increasing worldwide as it has the ability to replace regular urea usage at a relatively lower cost while offering high yields to crops. By 2023 nano urea is expected to replace the usage of 13.7 million tons of conventional urea. Thus, the huge demand for nano fertilizer from the agriculture industry along with supportive government policies continues to promote newer and more efficient agriculture techniques.

The importance of policy framework remains paramount to promote sustainable growth, and such framework is already in place for nano fertilizers in key regions. For instance, U.S department of agriculture in 2020 announced to make USD 250 million investment through its new grant program. This initiative was taken to support new innovative and more efficient fertilizer production in the region. Additionally, USDA seeks growth in competition as it aims to allay concerns regarding supply chain. With its new initiatives, the USDA continues to introduce more transparency for consumers to make them aware of the safety of agriculture produce. These initiatives aimed at gauging the use of fertilizers, seeds, retail markets, continue to generate momentum for the eco-friendly and high-yield promising nano fertilizers.

[duskyashe]

CAMP NANO DAY 27

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They'd been living in Gotham for two and a half months, now, and Sam was running out of the fertilizer that she used on her bonsai tree. She'd done some research before leaving the apartment earlier, but as she stormed out of the fifth "garden supply" store on her list in disgust, she was beginning to get worried and disheartened. If she couldn't find the fertilizer she used, she'd have to settle for a different, and most likely lower quality one, and there was a pretty large chance her bonsai wouldn't react well to a sudden and drastic change like that.

I suppose I could ask Danny to ask Batman if He knows where I could get some, Sam thought as she stalked down the street with a huff. She soon found herself in a beautiful park and decided to take a break from all the walking she'd been doing. He is meeting up with Him and Robin for their first lesson tonight, anyway, and the Bat has expressed concern over our safety before. Sam stared down at her more than slightly crumbled list in hesitation. Should she? She knew Danny would do everything he could to help her if she let on that she needed something, but she wasn't sure if she was comfortable with Batman and His clan knowing so much about her, yet.

Sam let out a sigh of defeat. She knew in her roots that the rest of the stores on her list weren't any better than the five she'd already tried, but she was hesitant to trust anyone outside of her Fright with her true nature. She knew, logically, that Batman was unlikely to use the knowledge to harm her or her Fright, but as Jazz had told them all multiple times before, anxiety didn't follow logic and that was okay. Didn't make it any less frustrating, however.

She'd just crushed her list in her fist yet again, half convinced she really should just go home and ask Danny to talk to Batman about some way of getting her fertilizer, when she felt her connection to The Green, normally dormant in her chest next to her Fright bonds, suddenly flare with concern. Sam gasped at the rush and her head shot up, gaze instantly honing in on the figure halfway across the park from her and rapidly closing in.

"Oh, you poor flower, are you alright?" The being asked as they, she, got closer. Her bright red hair was nearly floating around her form, her leaf green eyes glowing with concern, and her aura was reaching out to brush gently against her own. Doctor Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy, knelt down in front of her and gently grabbed her fisted hand in both of her own. Sam slumped back against the bench as she felt the vitamins and minerals she'd slowly been depriving herself of as she rationed the last of her fertilizer to spread it as fast as possible suddenly filled her up. I honestly hadn't realized I'd gotten that bad, Sam thought, nearly delirious. "Flower, dear, please answer me. Are you alright?"

"N-not really," Sam managed through the tears she hadn't even realized she was shedding. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to get ahold of herself. Ancients, why am I crying about this? "C-can't find my f-fertilizer, a-almost out, been r-rationing what's left."

An earth warm hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb wiping away the tears that streaked through her makeup as care thrummed through The Green. "Hush, my Flower, you don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll provide you with the nutrients you need. Do you have a clan? A safe place to stay?"

Sam's eyes flashed open at that. Purple met green and suddenly, she knew. Poison Ivy was more than just a metahuman eco-terrorist turned antihero with a connection to The Green. She was a Nature Spirit and The Green's Avatar in this realm.

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It was finally time for Bruce and Damian's turn to meet up with Phantom for their first session. He would have preferred to have met sooner, perhaps before Dick and Duke had their turn, but Bruce had been called away on an urgent business trip not even a week after Jason and Steph's own first session, and he wasn't sending his youngest off to meet with Phantom without him. Damian had huffed at his decision, but ultimately (and thankfully) agreed without much fuss. He'd been back for a few weeks, but Riddler had escaped Arkham shortly after he'd returned, thus pushing back their session until tonight.

During Phantom's questions, Bruce couldn't help but think back to their first meeting, and Damian's fit after they'd arrived home. It had taken three separate blood tests, run by three different family members, each confirming that Damian was definitely Bruce's biological son, to calm the fifteen year old down. He may not subscribe to his grandfather's rhetoric anymore, that bloodlines were everything, but his pride at being Bruce's biological son was an integral part of who he was. That pride had been challenged when Phantom had first called Robin a changeling. Even the League of Assassins taught the myths and legends of fairies who stole human children and left a changeling in their place, after all.

"Alright, Batman, I'm happy to announce that my guess about you and Robin were correct, you're a major deity, Gotham's guardian trickster deity of darkness, to be precise," Phantom said, drawing Bruce out of his thoughts. He wanted to question the trickster part, but then he realized that he had actively encouraged his children to lean into the myths and legends that had sprung up surrounding their vigilante personas, and had to concede the point. "I'm sure you can extrapolate what your domains are, so I won't bother explaining those, but essentially, the entirety of Gotham City is your territory, and as the head of your clan, as well as the Gotham pantheon, you're intrinsically tied to the spiritual wellbeing of the inhabitants of your city. I can give you more details later, but it's important for you to know that as a major deity as well as both the head of a clan and the head of a major city's personal pantheon, your powers and abilities will only continue to grow. We'll have to carefully plan your training to account for that, but speaking from experience, it's certainly doable!" Speaking from experience? That peaked Bruce's curiosity. He would definitely be asking for more information on this whole "clan head and head of the Gotham pantheon" thing, though, perhaps he would see if there were any books or online resources he could scour through.

Phantom turned to look at Damian next, and Bruce turned his thoughts away from his many questions (and his insecurities, he struggled with being a father half the time, how was he supposed to be the head of a clan and the head of a pantheon as well?) to focus on what Phantom revealed about his son.

"Robin, you're a changeling, a member of the fae courts and one of the most prolific tricksters outside of kitsune and trickster deities themselves. You can shift your physical looks to appear however to so desire, though your core can't change forms all that easily, that means no nonhumanoids without extensive and highly specialized training. As a member of the fae—" Bruce, sensing his son's distress growing, and feeling extremely confused himself, interrupted at that point.

"How is Robin a changeling? I know who both of his parents are, I know without a shadow of a doubt he is biologically their son, and that neither of his parents are changelings or even of the fae, either," Bruce rumbled, a hint of his "interrogation" growl (so named thanks to Dick) entering his voice due to his confusion.

Phantom tilted his head in contemplation. "How sure are you that his parents aren't fae?" he asked.

"He's my son," Bruce responded.

Phantom blinked at him with wide eyes for a few moments before letting out a soft, "Huh." His face scrunched up in confusion after that. "But wait. That doesn't make any sense. You're definitely a major deity, he's definitely only a changeling, and as far as I can remember, both of those species breed true, they're both dominant traits. You—he—that shouldn't be possible. Robin should be both if he's biologically your son, and he isn't, what the—?" He was cut off by a sudden flash the same color as his eyes as something appeared on the cover of his notebook. It appeared to Bruce, from the angle he was at, to be a bright green post-it note with big purple letters on it. Phantom was staring at it in a combination of frustration, resignation, and incredulity. "What does he mean, "The Power of Belief"? Can't Clockwork be just the slightest bit less cryptic?" Phantom asked with a sigh. He ran a hand down his face before looking back up from the post-it note. "I'm sorry, my mentor likes to mess with me while still being helpful. It'll take some research, but apparently the power of belief has something to do with how you and your son can be two different species. If I could, I'd go pout at him until he gave me a clearer answer, but that's not currently an option, I'm afraid. We're on our own on figuring this out, but hey, at least we have a starting point, right?"

Bruce glanced over at Damian. It always startled him how tall his son was already, and he didn't look to be slowing down anytime soon. The non-answer didn't sit well with him, and he knew it didn't sit well with his son, either, but Phantom was right about one thing. At least they had a starting point. They'd figure out how Bruce and Damian were two separate species, and they'd figure out how they all became members of the supernatural in the first place, but until then, they had work to do. They had new powers and abilities to learn how to use.

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Hi hi! Thank you to everyone who participated in my Sam poll, it really helped a lot (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) I'm considering writing another cryptid Batfam fic where Sam is a vampire/bat shifter, because I really like that idea, too, but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out!

Sam's POV is yet another first for me, and I'm pretty sure it's at least slightly OOC, but there're a number of factors at play that I think at least lessen how badly OOC she is. First, she's sixteen here, not fourteen, so she's had a little more time to mature and settle into who she is. Second, she's no longer human, herself, and she's had longer to adapt to that change than the Bats have, which has changed her perspective some. Third, she's suffering from a vitamin and mineral deficiency and isn't functioning at her best. And forth, she's still recovering from suddenly having to flee her home, that crap is traumatic as hell. If she's OOC, it's for a good reason imo 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠ʖ̯⁠ ⁠ര⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

I hope the interactions between characters were entertaining and believable! Also, if anyone is interested, I have a list of everyone's ages as of the beginning of the series that I can include in the next chapter (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠) I worked very hard on it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

Have a good morning/day/night!