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homo-house · 2 years ago

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hey uh so I haven't seen anyone talking about this here yet, but

the amazon river, like the biggest river in the fucking world, in the middle of the amazon fucking rainforest, is currently going through its worst drought since the records began 121 years ago

picture from Folha PE

there's a lot going on but I haven't seen much international buzz around this like there was when the forest was on fire (maybe because it's harder to shift the narrative to blame brazil exclusively as if the rest of the world didn't have fault in this) so I wanted to bring this to tumblr's attention

I don't know too many details as I live in the other side of the country and we are suffering from the exact opposite (at least three cyclones this year, honestly have stopped counting - it's unusual for us to get hit by even one - floods, landslides, we have a death toll, people are losing everything to the water), but like, I as a brazilian have literally never seen pictures of the river like this before. every single city in the amazonas state is in a state of emergency as of november 1st.

pictures by Adriano Liziero (ig: geopanoramas)

we are used to seeing images of rio negro and solimões, the two main amazon river affluents, in all their grandiose and beauty and seeing these pictures is really fucking chilling. some of our news outlets are saying the solimões has turned to a sand desert... can you imagine this watery sight turning into a desert in the span of a year?

while down south we are seeing amounts of rain and hailstorms the likes of which our infrastructure is simply not built to deal with, up north people who have built everything around the river are at a loss of what to do.

the houses there that are built to float are just on the ground, people who depend on fishing for a living have to walk kilometers to find any fish that are still alive at all, the biodiversity there is at risk, and on an economic level it's hard to grasp how people from the northern states are getting by at all - the main means of transport for ANYTHING in that region is via the river water. this will impact the region for months to come. it doesnt make a lot of sense to build a lot of roads bc it's just better to use the waterway system, everything is built around or floats on the river after all. and like, the water level is so incomprehensibly low the boats are just STUCK. people are having a hard time getting from one place to another - keep in mind the widest parts of the river are over 10 km apart!!

this shit is really serious and i am trying not to think about it because we have a different kind of problem to worry about down south but it's really terrifying when I stop to think about it. you already know the climate crisis is real and the effects are beyond preventable now (we're past global warming, get used to calling it "global boiling"). we'll be switching strategies to damage control from now on and like, this is what it's come to.

I don't like to be alarmist but it's hard not to be alarmed. I'm sorry that I can't end this post with very clear intructions on how people overseas can help, there really isn't much to do except hope the water level rises soon, maybe pray if you believe in something. in that regard we just have to keep pressing for change at a global level; local conditions only would not, COULD NOT be causing this - the amazon river is a CONTINENTAL body of water, it spans across multiple countries. so my advice is spread the word, let your representatives know that you're worried and you want change towards sustainability, degrowth and reduced carbon emissions, support your local NGOs, maybe join a cause, I don't know? I recommend reading on ecological and feminist economics though

however, I know you can help the affected riverine families by donating to organizations dedicated to helping the region. keep in mind a single US dollar, pound or euro is worth over 5x more in our currency so anything you donate at all will certainly help those affected.

FAS - Sustainable Amazon Fundation

Idesam - Sustainable Developent and Preservation Institute of Amazonas

Greenpeace Brasil - I know Greenpeace isn't the best but they're one of the few options I can think of that have a bridge to the international world and they are helping directly

There are a lot of other smaller/local NGOs but I'm not sure how you could donate to them from overseas, I'll leave some of them here anyway:

Projeto Gari

Caritás Brasileira

If you know any other organizations please link them, I'll be sure to reblog though my reach isn't a lot

thank you so much for reading this to the end, don't feel obligated to share but please do if you can! even if you just read up to here it means a lot to me that someone out there knows

also as an afterthought, I wanted to expand on why I think this hasn't made big news yet: because unlike the case of the 2020 forest fires, other countries have to hold themselves accountable when looking at this situation. while in 2020 it was easier to pretend the fires were all our fault and people were talking about taking the amazon away from us like they wouldn't do much worse. global superpowers have no more forests to speak of so I guess they've been eyeing what latin america still has. so like this bit of the post is just to say if you're thinking of saying anything of the sort, maybe think of what your own country has done to contribute to this instead of blaming brazil exclusively and saying the amazon should be protected by force or whatever

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 10 months ago

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cw. 18+, not sfw, headcanons, gn!reader + afab!reader

pairing. multifandom

notes. i had an unnecessarily medium discussion about this with a friend today and couldn't stop obsessing over it so i'm making the internet's problem. y'all don't have to agree with me, i just have my own little thoughts and hcs in my little corner of the internet. divider by @/cafekitsune

hands

prefers holding hands during sex. they enjoy the inherent intimacy the action brings. it is a tether that keeps them grounded to earth so they don't float too far from its orbit.

Portgas D. Ace, Vinsmoke Sanji, Nico Robin, Nanami Kento, Umemiya Hajime, Mikasa Ackerman, Makima, Hayakawa Aki, Jonathan Joestar, Bruno Bucciarati, Giorno Giovanna

prefers keeping your hands held above your head with their own. it's how they are able to get the best look at you, seeing all the expressions you make and that edge of control that makes it all the more satisfying

Getou Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, Sukuna, DIO, Kujo Jotaro, Gyro Zeppeli,

prefers keeping their hands on your waist and hips. they want your lower halves as close as humanly possible and even then, it's not close enough. they want you to fall into their skin

Gojou Satoru, Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro, Shanks, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Guido Mista, Joseph Joestar

tears

tends to cry during sex (emotional) it is all in the culmination of the love you share. how much they love you, the fact that you love them. the happiness overflows and somehow everything feels a mixture of being enough and not quite having enough of you

Portgas D. Ace, Vinsmoke Sanji, Donquixote Rosinante, Mikasa Ackerman, Nirei Akihiko, Jean Kirstein, Hayakawa Aki, Makima (if she considers you her equal)

tends to cry during sex (overstimulated) easily overstimulated and prone to tears. you'd feel worse if they didn't look so good with the tears streaming down their face

Haruka Sakura, Nirei Akihiko, Iori Utahime, Nami, Mikasa Ackerman

enjoys making YOU cry. second verse, first same as the first. the way you look is downright sinful and they love it

DIO, Narciso Anasui, Donquixote Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Shanks, Crocodile, Sukuna, Fushiguro Toji, Tsukumo Yuki

level of freak

absolute freak. down to try just about anything give or take a few exceptions. they enjoy the excitement of experimenting with you and learning what make you both tick

Gojou Satoru, Fushiguro Toji, Sukuna, Tsukumo Yuki, Togame Jo, Suo Hayato, Shanks, Donquixote Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Roronoa Zoro

medium. doesn't lean too far in either realms of kinky and vanilla; they are simply a happy medium. you simply do your best to match each other's freak

Choso, Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru,Dracule Mihawk, Vinsmoke Sanji, Sabo, Buggy, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Crocodile, Jean Kirstein, Armin Arlert, Eren Jaeger, Porco Galliard, Josuke Higashikata, Hiiragi Touma

vanilla. sweet and romantic. they know what they like and it's a bit on the simpler side but that doesn't make them any less passionate in their performance

Mikasa Ackerman, Portgas D. Ace, Umemiya Hajime, Haruka Sakura, Nirei Akihiko

position preference

hard dom. you might be able to talk them into switching things up but they prefer being dominant in bed

DIO, Kujo Jotaro, Donquixote Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Annie Leonhart, Ymir, Zeke Jaeger, Togame Jo, Kaji Ren, Tsukumo Yuki

dom-leaning switch. while they tend to take the lead in sex, they have no issue switching it up and letting you do your thing. just as much as they enjoy making your back arch and head tilt back, they enjoy being on the receiving end of such pleasure just as much

Shanks, Crocodile, Dracule Mihawk, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Sabo, Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Nanami Kento, Porco Galliard, Roronoa Zoro, Guido Mista, Hiiragi Touma

sub-leaning switch. they have no problems leaving things in your capable hands and honestly prefer it more times than most, but they can take charge at your behest and find it just as fulfilling

Vinsmoke Sanji, Buggy, Nico Robin, Koala, Nefertari Vivi, Choso, Sakura Haruka, Nirei Akihiko, Jolyne Cujoh

true switch. as flexible as the ever constant ebb and flow of the tide. they are able to adapt to their partner's preferences and doesn't mind either role as long as you are enjoying yourself

Portgas D. Ace, Usopp, Nico Robin, Umemiya Hajime, Historia Reiss, Pieck Finger, Hange Zoe, Armin Arlert, Johnny Joestar, Josuke Higashikata, Ermes Costello, Narciso Anasui

pillow princess. they'd rather leave control in your hands. but don't get it twisted. this is the highest form of trust they can bestow upon you, their beloved. relinquishing control and trusting you'll take care of them

Nami, Perona, Mikasa Ackerman, Makima, Sakura Haruka (i apologize for nothing), Iori Utahime

most prevalent kink

body worship.

Portgas D. Ace, Shanks, Nico Robin, Nami, Makima, Mikasa Ackerman, Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Jean-Pierre Polnareff

binding/tying up their partner or by their partner.

Donquixote Doflamingo, Roronoa Zoro, Nico Robin, Dracule Mihawk, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Sukuna, DIO, Suo Hayato

praise (whether giving or receiving).

Vinsmoke Sanji, Sabo, Usopp, Buggy, Perona, Nirei Akihiko, Sakura Haruka, Umemiya Hajime, Jean-Pierre Polnareff, Getou Suguru, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime

shotgunning.

Vinsmoke Sanji, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Hayakawa Aki, Narciso Anasui, Gyro Zeppeli, Zeke Jaeger

breeding.

DIO, Guido Mista, Narciso Anasui, Gojou Satoru, Choso, Tsukumo Yuki (she could get someone pregnant)

pegging.

Gojou Satoru, Choso, Tsukumo Yuki, Ieiri Shoko, Vinsmoke Sanji, Buggy, Sakura Haruka

face sitting.

Franky, Nami, Perona, Shanks, Fushiguro Toji, Togame Jo, Ymir, Porco Galliard, Reiner Braun, Guido Mista, Johnny Joestar

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pforestsims · 6 months ago

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!* recolors in this set rely on additive maps so Extended Standard Material Shader by @crispsandkerosene is required - without it the texture glow effect will not be visible!

🪷 Floating Lotus Set

Contents:

• Recolors and two animated floating add-ons for Far East Table Lamp from Bon Voyage EP, I also included optional light default for the BV lamp.

• Water level OMSP, optional mesh default, three glowing recolors and octagonal reflective overlay for Spaceship Spacious Fountain from University EP

Download: BOX | SFS

Lamps were cloned from Ufo lamp by @jacky93sims - please note it doesn't work like typical light, you need to turn it on / off manually, also - it goes off when you leave the lot or switch recolors. These lamps do not emit any light because I've disabled it - but you can add it back by changing the light settings.

⚠️Reflective overlay was cloned from Murano's millenium floor mirror and requires their millenium shader. You can get it here (file is called millenium-reflectivewallsfloors.zip) or here, on their T$R account

*This is for The Sims 2

More under the cut:

Lamp recolors are merged, and so are fountain recolors /because of shared resources/.

I've included an optional mesh default for Uni fountain that removes round pipe from it .

The light default replaces Far East Lamp /aka "So Bright it Almost Smells" If I remember that horrible name right? / CRES light settings with IKEA SP tealights settings (so IKEA is required). Original has warm light but quite faint, I wanted it to be a little brighter, I also didn't like the lightpattern (obviously ;)

Add-ons will float on pond water surface. You can also place these on SevenBySeven aka Spaceship Spacious Uni EP fountain water using included OMSP.

Animations need to be turned on for these , which is useful - you can avoid synchronized animation on public lots, by letting animation play for a while before turning on another lamp.

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 cc #ts2 defaults #buymode #ts2 decor #ts2 lights

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si1verl4ke · 9 days ago

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swimming pool ; b.e.

a billie eilish one shot

written by me, si1verl4ke ☆

smut ꨄ︎

warnings: softdom!billie, reader receiving, fingering, praise kink, pet names

wc: 1.2k

a/n: rewrite of one of my old unfinished one shots. don’t mind if this is kind of ass i haven’t written smut in a while but i wanna do it a lot a lot more. hope you enjoy mama. i love you bye go read it

the warm water engulfs your body from neck to toe, and you feel your girlfriends eyes on you. you smiled at the sight of her and swim over, “billiee,” you call out her name.

“mm, hi mama.” she speaks softly, her voice raspy from belting so much these past few days while working on her upcoming album. her raspy voice was enough to put a lesbian into a coma.

“hi love.” a smile ghosted on your lips as you wrapped your hands around her neck, floating gently in the water. she leaned in and kissed you with emotion behind it, but you couldn’t tell if it was sexual or not. god, you hoped it was. sex with billie was literal heaven on this earth. on any planet, actually.

you broke the kiss and swam over to the edge of the pool, lifting yourself up and sitting on the hard concrete. water trickled down your body. you watched as billie dunked herself underwater, flipping over and doing a handstand. her actions made you giggle softly and when she came up you spoke. “baby, come over here.”

she listened to you and swam over, standing up and being level with your face. she stared at you, glancing up and down your body with a soft, subconscious lip bite.

“what?” you asked, playing confused as to why she was staring. but you knew exactly why. “you just.. look really good in this.” she told you, running her hands over your thighs possessively. her touch gave you butterflies. it was funny you had been dating so long, and she had fucked you so many times, but the smallest touch like that still gave you butterflies. it was adorable in billie’s eyes.

you decided to mess with her a bit. “you gonna keep staring or you gonna do something about it?” you asked her, your tone playful. you put your hands behind you, resting them on the concrete.

she mirrored your movements, putting her hands on the concrete over yours. “do you want me to do something about it?” she asked you teasingly, leaning in and tilting her head.

“mhmm,” you nodded shyly, rubbing your thighs together. billie almost wanted to laugh at you, all needy and she hadn’t even done anything yet. it was cute. she wasted no time leaning in and kissing you roughly. you gently gasped into her mouth and she smiled against your lips. she moved her soft lips down to your jaw, sucking at the skin there before leaving a wet trail of opened mouth kisses down your neck. your mouth hung open. billie’s neck kisses made you go crazy.

her hands moved to the back of your bikini top where it was tied, toying with the knot. “can i take this off, sweetheart?” she asked you gently. she looked up at you with those beautiful eyes you felt as if you were drowning in. how could you ever say no to that beautiful face?

“of course baby, go ahead.” you told her, your breath already getting slightly heavier. she untied your bikini top, tossing it to the side. she looked like she wanted to moan at the sight of your bare chest.

"so beautiful baby." she said while she ran her hands over your tits, fingertips brushing over your hardened nipples. she smiled as she watched you bite your lip out of pleasure. she kissed down your collarbone, leaving marks before making it to your tits. she kisses down before latching her mouth onto one of your nipples, sucking and licking it. while her mouth pays attention to one, she teases your other nipple with her fingers. she twists and pulls, making you whimper softly. she switches between each one.

she moves her mouth down your stomach and waist before pulling away. her soft hands play with the waistband of your bikini bottoms. “can i take these off?” she asks sweetly.

“mhm, please.” you softly whined out. she smiles at your answer, breaking eye contact to pull down your bottoms, tossing them to the side. the anticipation was eating at you. she runs her hands over your thighs, spreading them gently while she looks up and down your body in awe.

“god, you’re beautiful baby.” she told you honestly. it made you smile, you loved it so much when she praised you like this. she leaned up and started to kiss you, her hand trailing up your inner thigh.

she slowly rubs her middle finger up and down your slit, feeling your wetness. she softly chuckled into your mouth before continuing to kiss you. you were so wet for her already.

she breaks the kiss to speak, “all this for me?” she asks you teasingly, glancing down at your pussy before looking back up into your eyes. she knew exactly what she was doing, and it only turned you on more.

“only for you, b.” you told her quickly. all you wanted was for her to fuck you with her fingers right here, right now in the pool. it was kind of ironic how many times you guys had fucked in this pool.

“mhm?” she asked you softly, and you agreed almost instantly, “mhmm,” nodding eagerly. you grabbed her wrist, pushing her finger inside of you gently. “billie. please,” you begged her as your slick coated her finger. she smiled softly before listening to you, pumping her finger in and out slowly. you let go of her wrist and put your hand on her shoulder. you liked it when she went fast, but you could enjoy her going slower too.

she started moving her finger faster, making your jaw hang ajar. she added another finger, making you moan softly, “baby,” you whimpered out. her hand gripped your thigh possessively.

“i know mama, i know,” she said softly into your ear, spreading her fingers inside of you to stretch you out, preparing your cunt for another finger. your breathing got heavier. she brought her thumb up to your clit, still fingering you, and rubbed up and down while applying pressure. fuck, she knew just what you liked. you let a string of moans slip from the pleasure she caused you.

“can you take another?” her voice was slightly strained, watching you take her fingers like this made her feel like she was gonna come herself.

“yes baby, please.” you were eager for more and it was clear. she wasted no time before slamming another finger inside of you, watching you take her 3 fingers so good.

she leaned forward while still fingering you and toying with your clit, kissing your neck and nipping at the skin gently. “you take it so good, doll.” she told you, her hot breath against your neck.

“oh, billie!” you moaned out loudly. her words only added to the immense pleasure and your cunt tightened around her fingers.

“come on baby, come for me,” she egged you on more, wanting you to come on her fingers. your whimpers and moans only got louder and more needy as you gripped her shoulder tightly. “baby, i’m gonna come,” you told her with a strained voice between heavy breaths, shutting your eyes tightly.

she grabbed your jaw tightly. “look at me when i fuck you, mama.” she told you sternly, but lovingly. you snapped your eyes open, keeping eye contact with her. she watched your pretty face, wanting to moan herself at the sight. she moved her fingers faster inside of you and rubbed her thumb over your clit more eagerly.

your moans got louder and more eager as you came undone all over her hand, the intense feeling washing over your entire body. your thighs shook violently. “so good baby, so good…” billie praised you gently, carding her hand through your hair when she leaned up to kiss your cheek softly. your breathing was heavy along with hers.

“billie, holy shit,” you panted, “how do you always fuck me so good?” she laughed softly at your comment. “taste yourself, doll face.” she told you before bringing her 3 fingers covered with your juices up to your mouth. you obeyed, sucking and swirling your tongue around her fingers until they were clean. you held eye contact with her while you sucked.

a smile ghosted on her lips, “good.” she said to you, making you smile as well. she pulled her now spit-covered digits out of your mouth. you swallowed your own cum before leaning in to kiss her sweetly. she could taste you on her lips.

“i love you, baby.” she told you gently, pulling away. her words made you smile. “i love you, bill.” you told her sweetly back.

“alright sweet girl, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said playfully, a smile on her lips. she handed you your swimsuit, getting up out of the water and leading you inside after you got dressed.

#si1verl4ke #billie eilish #billie eilish fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #eilish #billie #billieeilishfanfic #x reader #smut #wlw smut #omgpage #tumblr fyp #viralpost #billie eilish oneshot #billie eilish smut

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simp-ly-writes · 4 months ago

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Love Don't Roam

─────── · · For All Time: The Series (pt.5)

─ · · PAIRING: The Doctor x F!Time Lord!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: After nearly drowning in the Titanic, you find yourself a few years later in France where two men wait for you in the gardens, a famous painter and later a physician who comes bearing dire news. Now it wouldn't be very "Lady-like" of you to not help out... right?

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, second person perspective, canon divergence, soulmate au, big ass monologue, mutual pining, grovelling, emotional angst, ✨ tension ✨, coarse language, suggestive themes, kissing, eventual happy ending, not beta read or edited.

─ · · A/N: this chapter is inspired by the song "Love Don't Roam" by Murray Gold from the Doctor Who soundtrack :)

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You smelled too much of aftershave and coffee with a hint of honey. Your skin was crawling to life, hot and yearning, your thoughts a whirlwind of how his touch felt, the sound of his voice whispering into your ear- you wanted to scream at your body for thinking it could control you. So when stepping foot back into your TARDIS, you quickly stripped yourself of all your clothings, stuffling the garments into a bin before finding a new outfit.

The first shirt felt too itchy, the next not warm enough. You grew even more frustrated when you couldn’t find the skirt you wanted to wear and felt like a tantrum throwing toddler once seeing the mess you’ve made of your wardrobe. A wave of embarrassment washes over you as you hug your knees on the floor, head atop your knees as you stare off into the distance. You are the Lady, you are a Warrior of the Time Wars, a survivor, one of the last of your kind… you do not need-

Your TARDIS choses then to gather your attention, a hum for the engines sounds like a soft coo meant to comfort you, the lights gone dim and presenting a warm yellow-ish colour yet you only feel more frustrated. “Not helping! I’m trying my best not to feel pathetic right now,” you retort to the walls.

The TARDIS remains silent, guilt starts to creep its way up your spine as it was just trying to help. “I’m sorry, I’m just not in the right headspace right now,” you whisper yet receive no reply. Sighing through your nose, you will yourself enough strength to stand and head towards your bed, tossing and turning underneath the covers before holding your pillow.

Drip… Drip… Drip… the distant sound drives you mad, distracting you from your floating thoughts as you rush out the room and towards the console where the lower level has been flooded. I didn’t travel… shit! Shit! Shit! You panic, looking up to the ceiling and rafters that have started to take on water damage.

Slipping on the wet floors, bathrobe caught on a lever and brain a bit frazzled in a sleepless haze, you press in random coordinates with no date or time in mind, just anywhere but here, now! The TARDIS slowly stirs back to life, the internal voice gargles like their mouth is filled with water.

Suddenly you are thrown around the interior of your spacecraft. Lights are blaring and fading, warning sirens sound in your ear, the rush of the water from underneath your feet as you hold on tightly to the console as your TARDIS tips and sprays the water back out into the ocean.

Once the room is upright you shakily sit down in a nearby armchair and flick a switch for the heating to come on. Well… that just happened, you and the TARDIS share a laugh before your heavy head starts to dip into the high back of the chair. Your legs tucked over the armrest as you bury your face into your shoulder, taking in one deep breath before the room fades to blackness around you.

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In the morning, or what you hope to be not fully knowing how long you were resting. You walk out of your TARDIS in a lace white dress, your outfit is complemented by its various small bows as you twirl a parasol in hand keeping the sun away from your face.

Flowers, hills, a small pond surrounded by mature trees. You look back to see your TARDIS become a simple shed on the property before continuing down the gravel path. The hills come alive with the wind causing the grass to stand and wave. Tree branches creek and groan as birds sing high up above. For a moment you question if you’re in heaven as the sun gently kisses your face high in the afternoon sky.

But in taking a deep breath in you feel your nose hairs burn at the faintest hint of gunpowder, a shiver runs down your spine as you realize that the peace of this moment was on the cusp of ruin- the world would forget all about it for years to come…. Humans and their silly little guns, you shake your head, adjusting the hat upon your head with a small frown. It was late March in 1914, two months ahead of WW1 and when you turned a blind corner around a tall hedge you saw a bearded man in a pork pie hat that matched the leather of his suspenders.

His suit was a beige linen, dress shirt a light blue as he offered you a smile, waving you over to the park bench he sat upon. “Is it my time finally?” he asks once you are within hearing view, you pause in your strides, eyes going wide at the sudden sight of tears dripping down his cheeks. You rush forwards presenting a handkerchief in hand as he pats his face gently, holding the material between his shaking fingers.

“You don’t have to say anything, I’ll come willingly. I fear there’s not much left for me to realize here. I’ve lost my second wife, my son, and soon my house and garden to those savages with guns… the world would be better if everyone held a brush. But maybe that's a world only when I’m gone, we best make it quick then,” he smiles up at you before turning towards the swans in the pond drifting elegantly around the water lilies as if trying to put each detail to memory.

Water lilies… you ponder, eyes drifting across the pond to where a record player sits beside a canvas upon the rocks. You then turn yourself around to see a grand pink house with green shutters. Mature veins span all across the lower level making their way up to the second floor where the roof has been maintained with freshly lain shingles.

“I’m no angel, Monsieur Monet, but I can tell you that you have many years ahead of you to finish the scene and maybe it’ll inspire others in that new world you imagine,” you greet the Father of Impressionism with a small tilt to your head, clasping your parasol shut as you take the empty seat on the bench.

The Master Painter chuckles, “you speak with such certainty, are you sure you’re not a higher being? No human should speak in such a way for the light is always changing.” You don’t reply straight away, watching as the sunlight reflects off the waters and dances across the white feathers of the swans.

“I’ve lived long enough to always be certain of somethings,” you respond, patting the hand that rests upon his knee.

“But you look so young?” Claude Monet’s brows furrow as he tries to look more closely at his face. You hum, “it's because I’ve made art.” Monet laughs at your comment whole heartedly, “maybe I should have made less then.” And you join in on the laughter.

“So, if not an angel and most certainly not my nurse or child. What are you doing here in my gardens?” the Painter asks, tone curious with eyes holding a knowing look of what you have yet to place your finger on. He suddenly stands and motions for you to do the same, offering you his arm before leading you further into the painted scene you had viewed many times before.

“That I still have yet to discover…” your sentence drifts off with the wind as you stand on a green bridge. Your forearms lay across the railing as you take a closer look across the pond at what he was painting. The landscape looks serene, pink hues dance up the middle of the canvas parting the blue waters to encapsulate the setting sun. “Waiting for the sun to set?” you comment off handedly, looking to take the attention away from yourself again.

Monet does not look at you, simply staring at his painting with a mixture of thoughtfulness and dissatisfaction. “I’ve been debating all this morning if I should stake a knife through it or try and fix the reflections again,” he lets out a frustrated sigh, taking off his hat and rotating the brim around in his fingers, “I’ve succeeded with the other two panels, it is this middle one that fails me or maybe it is my eyes.”

“Not your eyes, not yet,” you mumble, feeling yourself becoming lost in the painting as you drift off in between the subtle ripples he’s captured. So enraptured by the scene you fail to realize that the Painter had walked away and back off to his canvas. You snap up to attention once realizing he joined the painting, brush in hand, hat castaway upon a nearby stool.

You pick up your skirt- ready to follow along yet he holds his palm out halting your actions. “Stay there, I think I might change this one,” he smiles at you, “as you were,” he orders as you try to resume your relaxed appearance. You hear him chuckle from behind the canvas, you roll your eyes, “you better not be painting me green, Monsieur,” you joke yet receive no response as the artist has lost himself to the canvas once again.

Hours pass you by as you close your eyes, head starting to slip from off your palm as the sun sets behind you. A cough as you stand upright as Monet waves you over and removes his hand from off the stool, offering you to sit. At first you don’t think to take it, gasping at the elegant image of yourself, dress blowinging away with the wind as you lean over the banister watching the lilies float and suddenly you find yourself sat, eyes filled with thankfulness as you grasp the hand covered in paint without a care for your dress or gloves.

“It is wonderful, one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen and trust me that is a compliment, you truly are one of the greats,” you smile brightly before confusion clouds over your features as when Monet opens his mouth to speak yet a different voice calls out from behind you.

“I think I see two suns in that image, it reminds me of home in more ways than one,” the voice sounds eerily familiar yet you didn’t think to have ever heard it before. Spinning around you are met with a tweed jacket and bowtie, their smile is large as they bend towards you and press a kiss to your cheek.

You freeze in your spot as does the man before you. He pulls back quickly, clearing his throat before sucking in his lips, “So we haven’t connected yet… alllll-right.” And in an instant you place your finger on who this could be.

“Haunting my past, present, and future are you now?” you tease whilst patting the future Doctors cheek, his larger hand holds your touch against his face, eyes closing briefly to savour the moment.

“You know how time works, darling. Can’t tell you anything about the future,” the Doctor mumbles, opening his eyes slowly to look over every feature of your face with precision, “but you can answer me, when's the last time we saw one another?”

You pause, “well for me it was about a day or two ago on the Titanic, I have no idea where the Doc- well you are,” your spouting smile starts to wilt once realizing the situation, “Does something bad happen if you’re holding me like this now?”

The Doctor's face drops, you can hear his hearts thumping loudly as he scrambles for words. His hands move to gently cup face, “nope, nothings happening to you, not now, not ever. You’re fine, more than fine actually you’re stunning- practically better than ever. But for me… well,” his tone high and awkward, “...I need you to do something.”

You raise a brow, “need me to do what? It best not be you,” you joke, removing his hands from your face to go back to looking at the painting and realize that Monet had gone inside for the night. The Doctor frowns at your lack of attention, moving to stand behind you, head tilting to rest on your shoulder. Future you is very physical… noted, you comment to yourself.

“Of course you would say something like that now,” he grumbles in your ear, “We’re both too stubborn for our own good. I remember when your father warned me of that.”

“He hated you, you know,” you scoff at the memory. Your father was furious that out of all the suitors you ‘had to go with him,’ your father’s words not your own.

“He just hated that I was the best choice,” the Doctor stands, puffing out his chest proudly. You roll your eyes, giving him a playful knock with your hip. “If you’re so playful with me now… what's stopping you from going to current me?- Wait, don't answer that quite yet,” his voice goes down a notch, a smirk beginning to form as you hold your breath in wait for whatever nonsense he was about to spill, unable to contain the humour in his eyes.

“Do you fancy me more like this?” he whispers, biting his lip whilst waiting somewhat patiently for your answer. You suck in a sharp breath at his question before bursting out laughing and walking out of his hold. The Doctor appears absolutely mortified and offended before marching after you, “I promise you I am better in many-”

“Oh shush you. I’m not telling you what variations I like the most-” you begin your sentence before getting cut off.

“So you DO have favourites! If you can’t tell me details you can at least tell me where matchstick man sits on the rankings,” the Doctor tilts his head, eyes bright at his new discovery as he practically dances across the pathway stones behind you.

“If you really must know he’s up there and that’s all you’re getting,” you cross your arms, the cool kiss of the night air making you cold. The Doctor instantly notices this, stripping himself of his coat to cover your shoulders. “Thanks,” you smile up at him loving the way his eyes dilate at the sight, “so what did you need me to do?” you ask whilst leaning up against your TARDIS camouflaged as a garden shed.

The Doctor's shoulders drop as he realizes his time with the younger you was coming to an end. He takes two long strides forwards to stand toe to toe with you. An arm comes up to rest above your head, his face leans down to stare into your eyes.

You place more of your weight against the door, head tilting upwards to meet his gaze, exposing your neck. “Well don’t you look gorgeous like this,” he teases. “Doctor,” you strain his voice in warning.

“Fine, fine, I need you to pretend,” he emphasizes, “to kiss me-” he gets cut off by your gasp.

“What?” you start to look off to the side for an escape, the Doctor's other arm cages you in.

“Donna Noble is about to come in,” he looks down at his wrist watch yet just before you can look down to double check the time he grabs your chin, gently tilting your head back up with a smile, “just under a minute to try and convince you to stay, and as you can tell by my sudden appearance, it fails. Soooo!- above all else, I need you to stop me from doing something to someone that affects the future Doctor, this Doctor,” he raises his hand, pointing at himself and then the surrounding environment, “and the whole universe,” before placing his hand on your hip.

“Ah so this current ordeal is a canon event? And how am I going to distract you if I’m standing here with future you?” you swallow deeply. “Mhmm,” the Doctor hums back, a wild look in his eyes as you lick your lips and you don’t know what question that hum answered.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you try another angle to get your questions answered, the Doctor just presses his body closer against your own, disregarding your comment. “Place your hand here please and oh, you are ahead of me,” he kisses your cheek again in praise with a chuckle.

“Doctor,” you warn more breathily than the last. “Sorry,” the Doctor replies instantly and you can tell for a fact that he was very much not sorry.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you grumble, starting to feel drunk off of his affections, fingers struggling to undo buttons and trying to loosen his neck tie. With your head clouded, your legs fall weak at the sounds of the Doctor's short gasps everytime you touch his skin whilst tugging at and wrinkling his shirt to make him look more dishevelled.

“And I’ll be there and waiting to meet you on the other side. Thank you for cooperating, my love,” the Doctor states earnestly, hand sneaking underneath your skirt to rest on your lower thigh. You hear footsteps trailing uphill, looking at the Doctor and suddenly feeling breathless, head spinning, body burning in want that practically make you forget about all those dark years just to feel this warmth, this light in this moment.

“I think this is one of the weirder ways I’ve saved the universe,” you murmur, lips hovering just above the Doctors holding your position as a sudden burst of light shocks you both, you whine as your eyes burn from the flash of a camera, the bubble of bliss popped. The Doctor places your head against his chest trying to recapture what was lost, “I hope you know that I-” he begins to say before you both freeze at the sound of a shout.

“Oi Minster! You get your hands off her! I can’t have you ruining my plan so off you go, shoo!” You are frozen in spot feeling as the Doctor's shoulders bounce- trying to conceal his laughter in your shoulder. “If you think I’m playing around that one there has a very angry alien friend that is looking for something to rip his teeth into and it could be you!” Donna tries to persuade the Doctor from… the Doctor, you begin to giggle too, biting your lip to conceal a smile at the ridiculous scenario you find yourself in.

“Didn’t you hear? I’m looking for something to sink my teeth into,” the Doctor whispers while looking up at you, a dark look passing through his gaze, a finger trails down your spine and then it all clicks together. “You’re using me to distract you,” you deadpan, shoving the future Doctor away from you as you sober up, “You’re making yourself jealous… with yourself…” you pinch your nose, what a mess this is going to be.

“Well If I know me, and trust me I do, you are the best way at getting me to do something,” the Doctor clarifies before waving a hand behind him as Donna opens her mouth to speak again, “and yes, hello Donna. I’ll leave in a moment just have to make sure the Lady here gets to where she needs to go safely.”

Donna stands appalled that this stranger before her somehow knows her name. She looks at you for clarity yet you just roll your eyes before slamming your TARDIS door shut and when she looks back around the man is gone. Great… Just great! She thinks to herself.

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This man! Should have gotten with the Editor at least then I wouldn’t have to worry about greying so much, You grumble to yourself, hands starting to fly across the console as you undo the pins in your hair, massaging your scalp with one hand, typing with the other. Yet just before you pull the lever to launch yourself back off into the space you suddenly remember… the painting!

Darting out of your box and down the hill in bare feet you are surprised to find a lack of Donna Noble when you reach the bottom of the hill yet think nothing of it, must have returned to the Doctor. Grabbing hold of the large frame, your arms wobble as the weight of the wood frame has you stumbling side to side before carrying it successfully into your home and leaning it against a wall.

Out of breath you grip the console, leaning forwards and trying to regain your breath. Yet when you close your eyes, all you see is him. Fuck… you press a hand to your hearts and feel as they jump at the sudden sound of the door slamming shut behind you.

Swiftly turning around to face the intruder you see the Doctor, your current Doctor, you specify looking rather coldly at you, jaw locked, breathing ragged, and is that a drop of blood on his collar? The final thing you notice are his eyes blazing with a passion you had yet to discover what for. He walks swiftly up to you grabbing hold of your wrist as you try and twirl away- setting your hand back against the console as he cages you between his arms and chest.

“Doctor,” your throat dry as you stare up at him with a nervous smile, “any reason for your… sudden appearance?” you lie straight through your teeth.

“I think you know why I’m here, love,” you suck in your breath at his quiet, deep tone, “So you have a choice, you either tell me what happened and who that was or… I will make you forget.”

“That sounds like a threat, Doctor. You know I don’t like to be threatened,” you fire back whilst pushing against his chest yet he does not move, doesn't even touch you, just stares… waiting for your answer, sighing when you don’t. His and the Masters words are so mirrored yet it feels so different when it comes from his mouth, you think to yourself.

“You’ve said my name twice now, which means I’m doing something right, and it's an offer, sweetheart, I’m giving you a way out as soon as I know he’s good for you,” he explains, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead before setting his arm back down. You close your eyes at his touch, feeling the warmth of his fingertips and the small calluses that accompany his touch and your skin comes alive alongside your heart, bond humming with joy as the missing parts of yourselves are rekindled.

“Well for starters, he really is fit,” you nearly cackle but just manage to refrain in seeing the creases that suddenly appear across the Doctors forehead, “and he never failed to make me laugh or become weak at the knees,” a frown sprouts and grows quickly, “he is surprisingly muscular… and just a bit shorter than you but I like that I can weave my hands through his gorgeous hair more easily,” the current Doctor subconsciously runs a hand through his hair, I have good hair too and I’m not that skinny am I? He thinks to himself.

“And don’t even get me started on the suit or suspenders, just adorable for someone whos saved the universe-”

“I’ve saved the universe more times than he has I can bet,” the Doctor fires back, oh he is jealous, jealous now, you smile up at the Doctor, eye’s fluttering as you reminisce some more on the recent memory in your greatest form of justice for the last half a millenia.

“I actually doubt that Doctor, he is older than you and has seen more than you could imagine. It must be a shock for you to have found someone older than you,” you joke, fingers crawling up his arm watching as the muscles relax just in time for your final strike, “and I’m interested in how you’re gonna make me forget you, but indulge me, I’m very curious to know, as I’ve failed to forget countless a times.”

You observe the Doctor's blatant confusion, his mouth opening and closing like a wish out of water and you throw your head back in laughter pulling the Time Lord closer to you.

“That man, Mr. Bowtie, was me? Gosh I really let myself go… I really need you, darling, so I don’t end up dressing like that,” the Doctor shakes his head that now rests upon your shoulder. The tease of his hair against your skin has your laughter converting into giggles as you raise a hand to rest against the back of his head, fingers drifting across his scalp.

“So that's all you need me for? A personal stylist? Quite the fall from being your wife…but if it’s what you want I cannot hold it in me anymore to question that mind of yours,” you press a little further loving the way your husband scrambles with his words, his actions speaking louder as his large palms rub up and down your back in an effort to comfort you or himself you have yet to know, perhaps both.

“No, but if you want to become a professional undresser I would gladly become your partner.” Your laugh warms the Doctor's heart. You can feel the Doctor's smile against your shoulder, feel the small shakes of his chuckles echoing his future self.

“Partner not customer?” you decide to further the joke once your laughs die down. The Doctor presses a featherlight kiss to the nape of your neck, “partner since I would be your only customer.”

“Jealous still, are we?” you pull the Doctors head up from your shoulder, pressing a lazy kiss to his jaw hearing as he hums out in pleasure.

“Always. I’ll even be jealous of dirt if it keeps your attention from me,” he rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re insatiable,” you whisper, eyes flicking down to his lips and up again.

“Very much so. You are everything I could ever want, you are my desire,” and yet his words meant to comfort manage to ping that still hurt part within yourself as you remember Martha, Rose, and all the others you had yet to meet and yet to even know of.

“Then why be with all the others? Why destroy me and then rebuild me?- You left me there on that battlefield as our planet burned and imploded, I watched you leave with tears in my eyes and blood dripping down my arms,” you grip his arms tightly, shaking the man before you, your words rattling him more than your actions.

“At first I looked for you, endlessly but always came empty-handed. There was too much smoke, too much blood and fire, my injuries too demanding. If I had known my love, If I had known I would have not had any second thoughts and taken you with me but after a while my brain refused to register you in any way, the mere thought too painful,” the Doctor steps away, walking around in circles as he recounts the scenes of war so vividly he finds himself flinching before forming fists that slam against a wall before he continues to speak,

“In a way, I was terrified that I had killed you somehow, terrified that you would know what I had done- what had to be done because who would want a killer? Even if you were alive, I told myself, you would not want me. I had watched billions die at my command, I've killed millions with my bare hands and watched their lifeforce dry underneath my fingertips. I've listen to over a thousand species scream my name, curse it like the devil, like a god, like darkness itself- the victorious time lord that knowingly let my planet and people burn and die for the betterment of the universe- to create an equal universe where the only one that would have to suffer to such extent would be myself… how wrong I was… but…” the Doctor takes in a deep breath feeling as you press your head against his back.

“...Soon that terror soon took to anger that I was forced away from you. That the universe had been so cruel that I lashed out for a while in the never ending silence of your absence and soon realized that I needed some way to cope. Needed someone to make me forget I was missing my Lady, my wife, so that's when the companions came in. Mostly platonic but I could when I would catch a glimpse of you in someone… I couldn’t help myself,” the Doctor feels sick with himself feeling as you hug him from behind and sob, staining his suit jacket with something arguably worse than blood.

You sob thinking back to the closeness you both used to share back of Gallifrey and then to the Titanic and Monet’s Gardens. You grip him tighter when you hear those screams he tells you off, can smell the blood that has stained his hands just as well as you feel the way it coated your hands like gloves you never managed to get rid of and with a broken voice you ask him to turn around, “please-” but it is the Doctor that falls down to his knees, begging.

He holds the back of your thighs, forehead pressed against your stomach as he shakes, recalling all the grief he has faced and prepares himself for your final rejection that never comes, “I am overwhelmed… parts of me are unsure but I must speak it, I love you,” you whisper his true name with tenderness like easing an old bruise.

The Doctor raises his head blinking once, twice, thrice, “I’m sorry?” he clears his throat and you laugh, trying to haul him upwards to stand alongside you, “I. love. You,” you speak the words slowly and clearly and you can’t help but cry in seeing that brilliant smile appear just for you, just from your words alone as he suddenly picks you up, causing you to scream as he spins you and for the first time in 700 years, his lips are against your own.

Like two universes colliding, time slows to a halt as warmth begins at your feet spreading across your body and warming your soul from the inside out. His touch is grounding, a bit firm but comforting as you both lose your heads, not knowing how to process such unrivalled bliss. His head dips to deepen the kiss, your hands tugging at strands of his hair as his moan rumbles against your lips, the vibrations going straight to your legs that the Doctor lifts with your assistance around his waist, walking you both towards a chair.

Pulling back you make yourself comfortable in his lap, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as the Doctor fails to fully pull away, his breath hot and heavy against your shoulder as he trails open wet kisses all the way up to your jaw, stopping and sucking the skin in all those familiar places you can’t believe he still remembers and you jolt as his teeth nip your ear before whispering inside, “I love you too.”

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Day 27: Gloryhole - Nick Fowler

Summary: You worked in a club that catered to the wealthy and powerful, with the job to satisfy them all in whatever way they wished. But what happens when the person needing satisfaction happens to be your boss, Nick Fowler?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, reader!stripper/prostitute, multiple customers, oral (m!receiving), degradation, possessive, deepthroat, fingering, glory hole, rough sex, praise kink, sir kink, creampie

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Everyone gathered in the centre of the club, lounging on the lavish couches or on the edge of the stage that had multiple poles and dancing areas. The place was squeaky clean and, in the brightness, looked pretty respectable for a nightclub, showing the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent by the owner on maintaining the building. However, once the lights began to dim and the music turned up to a deafening level, the club became a haven for those with power and money to do whatever seedy activities they wished.

It paid well, especially the tips from specific customers, so you were more than happy to get dolled up every night and pleasure men and women in the back rooms, dance, or perform if it was what they wished.

Picking at your intricately designed nails, you chatted casually with the other girls and one of the security, waiting for the boss to come and inform everyone where they were positioned for the day. To ensure that your skills are kept up to top quality, the girls are usually moved around, and today, you were hoping to avoid being on the stage, needing a break from spinning and dancing as your muscles were starting to feel the strain of it.

The whispers hushed to silence as Mr Fowler strutted in, his signature smirk and crisp suit hugging his body to perfection. You couldn’t help but straighten your posture, the nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach that always seemed to come whenever he was in the room. He was a powerful man and your boss, making your need to impress him more severe.

“Evening, everyone. I hope you’ve all had a good night's sleep because you’ve got a long night ahead of you. We have some special guests tonight who have heard the rumours on my…samplings”, he gestured to the girls around the room that he’d made sure all had different ethnicities, shapes, heights, eye colours, everything you could possibly think of to appease to whoever would come and spend their money in his club. With his hands in his pockets, Mr Fowler began leisurely walking around the room, addressing each girl and where he wanted them to be.

Your breaths paused as he stopped before you, his startling bright eyes exploring your body, which was covered in a dressing gown as you’d decided to change after finding out where you would be working tonight. Refraining from letting your eyes roll as his exquisite aftershave floated over your senses, you waited for your instructions.

“Sweetheart, you’ll be in the hole. I want you to be at your very best today. I’ll be sending my special guests to you throughout the night as they like to keep things anonymous”.

He only continued with his instructions to the other girls once you’d responded with a nod and “Yes, sir”, but his eyes lingered on your bottom lip that you’d tugged between your teeth.

It had been a while since you’d been to the glory hole, but you were somewhat thankful for this as it wasn’t as strenuous as dancing on stage for hours. You also took it as a compliment in a sick sort of way that he had trusted you to be in his most famous of locations, especially with there being some important guests.

As everyone was dismissed, you walked to your locker and prepared for the night. There wasn’t much point wearing clothes when you’d be switching between using your mouth, pussy, hands and ass if it was what the customer wished for. So, you kept the dressing gown on and collected a pillow, bottle of water, towel, and some lube.

The glory hole was in a unique set of cubicle toilets; however, even this was luxurious and not anything like the dark and dingy glory holes you were used to seeing on porn websites. Instead, it was bright and welcoming, even if it was designed to be a toilet other than the hole in the cubicle at the end. Waving to the security guy who was stationed outside of the door, you entered and breathed in the regal scents from the air fresheners as you walked to your stall. There was a small shelf above the toilet that you placed all your items on except for the pillow, which you placed on the floor, knowing you’d spend a lot of time tonight using your both and wasn’t prepared to destroy your knees by being on them for hours on the marble flooring.

As the music increased, you sat on the toilet lid and scrolled through your phone, waiting patiently for the first customer. 20 minutes pass, and the door opens, the music intensifying for a moment and then dimming as the door clicks closed. Quietly, you switched your phone off and slid onto your knees, getting comfortable on the pillow as you heard the customer step into the toilet cubicle next to yours and could see a flash of expensive-looking pinstripe suit through the circular hole in the wall.

Seconds pass, and then a had cock is slipping through the hole. Your mouth descends onto it instantly, licking a long strip up the underside. It was a couple of inches long, so you had no issue taking the length entirely, which seemed to please whoever was on the receiving end of the oral sex if the groans were anything to go by.

He didn’t last very long as you gathered the cum into your mouth and quietly spat it into the tissue. You’d learnt from past mistakes that swallowing too much cum on a night like this only made it settle heavy in your stomach and left you feeling queasy by the end of the night. It wasn’t like they could see anyway, as the customers were usually zipping themselves up and exiting.

The next few were in similar situations. They were sticking their dick through the hole, and you were sucking or jerking them off to completion. Every so often, there would be someone who wanted to dirty talk, calling you their slut, whore or other unimaginative derogatory names that increased the firmness of their length. It was all white noise to you. You were here to do one job, which, to be truthful, you did very well, so if they wanted to be vulgar, they could because, at the end of the day, you were still getting a fat paycheck.

There were occasions when the customers would push a wad of rolled-up dollars through the hole as they zipped themselves up again, which you happily stacked on the shelf. These were your favourite customers, and sometimes, when you were lucky, you’d have a couple of fingers stick through the hole, wishing to pleasure you and hear your moans. Most of the time, you faked it as it was always an awkward angle, or they just thought ramming their fingers in and out without any clitoral play would ever be enough. It wasn’t, but they didn’t need to know that you were faking an orgasm as you scrolled through TikTok.

The night passed by steadily, and so far, you’d received very positive responses from the customers, and even though your jaw was aching and hands tingling from the amount of squeezing you’d been doing, it was definitely one of your better nights. It had also become incredibly warm in the windowless room, so your dressing gown had been hung on the back of the door so that you were completely naked.

The door opens and closes as you rush to shut the water bottle in your hand, swallowing the cool liquid that soothed the dryness in your mouth. Slow, calculated steps echo and bounce off the walls as you wait on your knees for the next customer, not thinking anything of the powerful stride walking towards you. The cubicle's door opens and shuts with the lock finding its home as you try to peep through the hole to have a glimpse as to who is next.

A flash of a black suit and then a thick, long cock is passing through the hole. Your eyes widen for a second, staring at the dick in front of you. It was the best-looking cock that had been in here tonight. The dark pubes were perfectly trimmed. Even though it had an incredible length, it still was rock hard and throbbing in the air, the veins bulging along the shaft and the bulbous tip a beautiful deep maroon that you complimented would look good as a lipstick shade.

Whoever it was, had a magnificent member that for once had your abdomen warming with arousal, and you hoped that whoever it was would ask to fuck your pussy, just to feel your walls stretch around it.

You licked the palm of your hand, deciding to get a feel of him first. Your fingers only just reached each other as you wrapped around his shaft, feeling the velvety soft skin and the firmness of the thumping blood beneath the surface. He was hot in your hand, and as you squeezed him tightly and moved your fist towards his tip, a clear drip of precum bubbled into the hole.

Your tongue darted out, catching the liquid and swallowing. The moan you produced was genuine because, for once, whoever it was, the skin tasted clean and not like he’d been sitting in his ball juice for hours on end. Even the precum had a satisfying salty taste to it, but you blamed those thoughts on the increasing flame between your legs.

Sitting up further on your knees, your tongue began to gently lap at the underside of his cock, following the movements of your fist. As you reached the base, the overwhelming scent of aftershave brushed over your nose as you completely froze, eyes widening and breath stilling.

A deep chuckle that you recognised immediately floated from the other toilet. “Hmm, finally recognised me at last, have you, sweetheart?” Mr Fowler confirmed your suspicions. Your body didn’t know how to handle this news. One the one had it still in fear, throat drying and heart pounding beneath your ribs. However, it also burned even more desperately with the need to satisfy him and do something you had been hoping for for months.

Even though Nick Fowler was an incredibly handsome man, he had always kept to himself, never once indulging in the girls he employed, which helped to gain the trust of the employees. This was a double-edged sword for you, having always found him attractive beyond words, but knowing any advances that you made would be worthless and potentially see that you were fired.

So now that he was here, cock resting on your tongue and in your palm, you were conflicted with what to do.

“You see, I’ve been hearing some very, very good things about the goings on in here. So much so that these gentlemen tonight have booked in with us for a further four nights, which means my profit has increased a whole fucking lot. And that’s all down to the perfect princess in the end stall.”

You weren’t entirely sure what to say. It wasn’t like you’d been going out of your way to pleasure the people coming and going from the glory hole; you’d just been doing your regular sucking and touching, so to hear him speaking so highly of your work had a deep shiver running down your spine and pooling between your legs.

“With all the high praise, I thought it would be a good idea to come and see what all the fuss was about. Test the goods, if you will. Do you think you can handle me, Princess?”

Your eyes fluttered close at the nickname, as simple as it was, the way his deep, sultry voice seemed to kiss the air, making everything seem like the most cheek-warming compliment; you were ready just about to do anything your boss asked of you.

“Yes, sir”, was your quick verbal response before your sexual acts continued. Squeezing your fingers around his cock again, your mouth moved at the same time to the very tip, wrapping your warm lips around him entirely and letting the natural weight of him lay against your tongue.

Closing your eyes, you tried to forget that it was your boss on the other side of the wall and that this was probably the most crucial blowjob that you’d ever given before.

Your mouth filled with salvia, helping to wet his length as you lapped over his size with delicate little licks as your hand moved up and down the base of his shaft. Mr Fowler sucked in a breath through his teeth as his cock throbbed in your mouth. “Didn’t think you’d be such a tease, show me what you’ve got, Sweetheart”.

Your smile for a moment before taking more of his length into your mouth, pressing your flat tongue against the sensitive underside and hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Opening your eyes, you watched more of his cock disappear into your mouth as you forced yourself to relax your throat, a skill you had mastered since working for him.

Nearly the entire length of your boss’ cock slipped down your throat, causing a bulge with how your airflow was completely cut off, the lining of your eyes flooding with tears from the overwhelming sensation. There was still a portion of his member that hadn’t entered the warm cavernous home of your mouth, so your hand squeezed and tugged so he was utterly stimulated.

“Fuck! I knew that pretty little mouth of yours would be trouble”, Nick groaned, trying to push his hips against the wall to try and fuck your face. You tried not to choke on his length at the tiny compliment mixed into his words.

Pulling back slowly, you made sure to suck his cock thoroughly whilst licking every inch that you could. Now you knew he liked what you could do; you were desperate to see just how much you were able to make him moan.

You deepthroated him again, choking and holding your breath, eyes continuing to water and more saliva filling your mouth. Eventually, you were able to find the perfect rhythm of bobbing your head up and down his cock, listening to the gruff quiver of his voice as his palm slapped against the wall of the toilets as he became delirious due to the pleasure.

It was nearly unbearable how turned on you were. Your throbbing clit was begging to be touched so gently you spread your knees and slipped your unused hand to gently circle it, adding pressure whenever he made a noise like a reward for yourself.

The evidence of your arousal was soaking over the tips of your thighs, drenching the two fingers being used to stimulate yourself. Eventually, you needed more, especially as your chin was becoming coated in drool as the blowjob became more sloppy. Lowering your fingers, you couldn’t help and bust in a moan that caused your throat to vibrate around the cock within as those two wet fingers slipped into your hole and curled.

“Holy shit, do that again”, Mr Fowler begged behind the thin wall. You moaned again as your hips bucked to meet your finger's movements. “That feels so fucking good, I knew I’d never regret hiring you. Do you only offer your mouth?”

You pulled off the end of his mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and swallowed thickly the considerable amount of saliva in your mouth as you tried to find your words. “No, they can have any part of me they’d like”. As you explained, you pumped his cock with both hands, forgetting about your pleasure for a moment.

“Good girl,” his praise was like a sweet symphony to your ears. “Has anyone else used the other services tonight?”

“No, Sir. Only my mouth and hands; a couple have fingered me but nothing else”.

Nick growled as his fingers appeared over the top of the cubicle as he tried to hold onto something. As you wished for a moment that, there was a camera in his toilet so you could see him flush against the wall, holding on for dear life. “So you’re telling me that all those powerful people out there are spending all their money for another four days just because of a couple of sucks and tugs? You really are special, aren’t you? Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to share you in here and keep you all to myself”.

Biting your lip, you tried to stop yourself from grinning, just listening to him becoming possessive, which was a widespread occurrence during these intimate acts. Many of the people were so overcome with the pleasure that they’d decided that they would keep you all to themselves to use if and when they needed you. Usually, it earned an eye-roll, but right now, you were dripping wet and ready to hand in your notice if it meant you could just stay by his side and suck his cock every day.

“I’d be more than happy to let you feel my other talents, sir”, you suggested before thinking it through properly. Not that you’d regret this offer, as you were incredibly horny and wanted nothing more than to please him further.

The wall between you both creaked under the pressure of Nick’s hands gripping the top as his hips began rocking, causing his cock to push and pull through the hole. “Oh, princess, you have no idea how badly I want that right now”.

With great enthusiasm, you stood on shaky legs, ignoring the pins and needles that formed in the balls of your feet, having been on your knees for so long and turned around, facing away from the glory hole. Spreading your legs and reaching between them, you grasped his cock once more and began to position him between your legs, where you closed them firmly, trapping his length between your damp thighs.

You rocked your hips, causing his dick to press against your pussy folds, rubbing your clit and for him, he was trapped in the tight, wet hold of your legs as he fucked your thighs.

“So fucking wet and soft”, he muttered under his breath, and once more, you wish you could have been watching his face, wondering if his eyes were just as glazed as how yours were feeling at that moment.

You had him fucking your thighs for a few moments longer and then decided to change things up, not wanting to wait anymore as your feet widened the stance, and his cock nudged against your hole.

The moan you released was mouthwatering for Nick as he felt the sensitive tip of his cock become lost within your tight, gummy walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips moved backwards, slowly to give yourself a chance to adjust to his thick size until your cheeks were flush against the wall.

“You’re so big, sir”, you blurt out, body shaking with trepidation at the pressure of being stretched for him.

“I am, but you’re taking me so well, Princess”. Even his encouraging words had you mewling with quivers, wanting and needing more of him.

Leaning forward, you reached out to the other side of the wall, pushing off of it to help you ride his cock in the limited position that you had with the glory hole. Thankfully, Mr Fowler began to fuck the wall, so you were both thrusting into each other with increasing speed and strength. He seemed to fit you perfectly, stroking against all of those special nerves that built the tightening warmth in your core. Each time he pushed back inside of you was like a million exploding fireworks of pleasure to blossom throughout your body. You never wanted it to end.

As you tried to rise onto your tip toes to try and push back onto his harder, your pussy suddenly clamped down harder around him, like it was laying claim to him, holding him tightly and never wanting to let him go.

“Sir, oh my- I’m cumming, Sir, please don’t stop!”. You were thinking of nothing else but the cock pounding into your pussy, begging him with everything that you had for this orgasm to reach its peak.

“I can feel you, Sweetheart. So tight around my cock, you’re doing so well for me. Be a good girl and cum for me, and I’ll give you what you really want”.

Nick fucks the glory hole with even more enthusiasm as you are forced to have both hands against the opposite wall to push yourself even harder back against his cock. Your cunt was squeezing him so tightly he was nearly seeing stars as you finally came. Your knees wobbled as your walls spasmed in flutters through the orgasm, more fluid dripping down onto your thighs as you cried out for Mr Fowler.

He was shouting something as well, but you weren’t able to understand what it was he was saying as the faint, satisfied buzz filled your ears, and the edge of your orgasm began to calm. You were exhausted, but you didn’t stop fucking hard back against the cock until you were aware that there was thick, warm fluid seeping into your cunt as Nick’s thrusts stilled, his cum filling you completely.

It took all of your strength not to collapse to your knees as you both tried to recover from the fucking. As the softening cock slipped out, followed by a gush of cum was when you could finally fall back onto the pillow on the floor with a satisfied moan.

Being back in this position, you were able to watch through the hole as Nick began to tuck himself back into his suit, not even bothering to clean yours or his juices that gleamed over his length. Your cheeks warmed at this sight, knowing you’d remember it for the rest of your life.

Mr Fowler released a deep breath and reached into his back pockets, and once more, you wish you could see his face, but all you were able to see was his waistline and hands as they rummaged through his wallet and pulled out a hefty roll up of cash that he shoved through the hole and landed in your lap.

“This’ll cover any further tips you would have made for the remainder of the night. Which you can have off. Get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll drive you home, Princess”.

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bittersweetorpheus · 2 years ago

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☆ THERE IS NO SWEETER INNOCENCE THAN OUR GENTLE SIN ☆

The original sin is the fairest: everyone sinks. make the most of the final feast, because for the sinners, the curtain call has come.

☆ CONTENT WARNINGS ☆

Spoilers for 4.0 Fontaine archon quest, pov switches, co-dependency & obsession, hints of soft yandere

“I’m not quite sure when it began, but a prophecy has been circulating around Fontaine: the people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain, weeping on her throne.”

This has become a fact for the Fontaine people, with the water levels slowly rising and consuming parts of the nation. Everyone has different opinions on this- some ignore it, deciding to live in the moment- surely they’ll be long gone before water consumes the whole nation, some believe it’ll be like returning to their origins, and some dread it- how horrible must it be to dissolve into water and possibly lose themselves forever?

But mostly, the Fontaine people have been resigned to it, and gone about their day as normal. The water levels were rising pretty slowly, anyways, so it wasn’t their problem yet. Or it wouldn’t be, if the rising water was still moving at the same pace. However…

☆ 1 WEEK BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

Your awakening is a gentle one.

Or, atleast, it is for about a minute or two before you realize you’re underwater. You panic, scrambling around like a fumbling idiot for another two minutes before you finally get your wits about you and realize that you are, in fact, not drowning and are breathing like normal even though you’re underwater? Unfortunately, along with that realization comes the fact that you… well, where even are you?

You take in your surroundings. Ignoring the fact that you’re underwater for some reason, it’s actually… very pretty. There isn’t a single piece of litter in sight, and you don’t have a hard time seeing, as the water is clear and beautiful. An underwater cliff arches a few miles behind you. The lush ocean ground beneath you splits apart and a trench can been seen below it that splits into multiple different paths leading even deeper under the ocean. The ocean floors and cliffs are lush and foliage is all around you, ranging from huge and tall stocks of plants resembling a mix between flower stems and lilypads to areas with plants the color of autumn leaves. Fish can be seen almost everywhere- crabs that glowed a mesmerizing blue, tiny tidalage, seals splotted in pastel colors, groups of fishing swimming together, and more.

The clear, litter free ocean, bright foliage, and adorable pastel creatures make for an idealized version of an ocean. And, surprisingly, they seem familiar somehow.

Wait…

You give the seals nuzzling you one last pet, and make your way to the surface of the water.

You surface. Huge mountains with colorful foliage surround the ocean. A beautiful city can be seen in the distance, with some ships floating near it. Some sort of bridge can be seen running from the city and through the mountains. It goes so far that it disappears from your line of sight.

Oh.

Oh. Your guess was right. You’re in Fontaine. You stay there for a bit, astonished. You push that to the back of your mind, you’ll deal with it later. But first, did you still have your inventory? You cross your fingers- please, please, please! Archons, you spent so much money getting all those weapons and characters and so much time just farming materials and artifacts. You shudder at the thought of losing all your progress. You’ve already checked the banners, and they’re the same as usual, so you close your eyes, trying your hardest to imagine opening your inventory and-

Huh? What? You are, once again, astonished. You close your inventory and open it again- maybe its just a glitch? Or maybe you’re delirious. You open it again. Nope. Nothing’s changed.

When did you have all these characters- you’re pretty sure some of these characters haven’t even become playable yet. And all these weapons? Wait, how good is your artifact luck? How is this possible? Are you gonna be banned for hacking? Can you even be banned if you’re actually in the game?

You slowly close the inventory once again, still in shock.

Surely this is a dream, right? Yeah! It’s just a lucid dream, even if it feels so realistic.

You decide to spend your time exploring and petting more animals- maybe even meeting some characters! Who knows when you’ll be able to dream like this again.

Yep. Just a dream. You’re just dreaming, thats all.

☆ 1/2 WEEK BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

Dozens of rain droplet streak down the stained glass windows of Nuevilette’s office. Jazz plays, alongside the sounds of a heavy downpour of rain and the ticking of the clocks in the office. He finishes flipping through the files and leans back in his padded chair. He hasn’t been able to do much work these couple of days, always anticipating the familiar feeling of warmth flooding into his body and being guided to do things, but it never came, and with that realization, the rain had started to pour even harder.

Had you finally abandoned him? Had he not concealed his feelings well enough? Were You able to see through his facade? Had You finally noticed his concealed feelings whenever he saw You guiding the ever so immature Furina, or doing exploring the city with Navia? How the corner of his lips would curl down every so slightly whenever You took the warden, Wriothesley, to go ice-briding when You felt bored, one-shot bosses with the Champion Duelist Clorinde for fun, or farmed for talent materials for the magician triplets?

He may not understand humans and their emotions, but even he knows what these feelings are. So, he promises that he’ll stop soaking in jealousy or anger when you fawn over the two Fatui Harbingers or anything of that sort. Just… come back to him. Don’t abandon him. Comfort him like You always do. Praise him, praise his appearance, praise his personality, please come back, he needs You.

But he knows that You haven’t abandoned him. You’re still here, in fact, Your presence is stronger than ever, and the whole of Teyvat is flourishing, almost like its in celebration of something. So, where are You?

Neuvillette sighs, standing from his chair. He’d better check on Furina- who knows what she may be doing without your guidance. As he starts to walk to the door, his long tailcoat brushes against his desk, making a file that was buried beneath all the others fall down, onto the ground. It’s contents sprawl on the floor.

He bends down, picking up the papers and placing them back into the file. As he does, he skims over the contents.

He frowns. Could it be true?

☆ 2 DAYS BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

People are whispering, and Focalor is frozen in place.

The whispering grows louder. She can make out hushed and anxious tones.

“What’s she doing just standing there? How disrespectful.” She hears.

She snaps out of her state of awe, and tries to take grasp of the situation. Unfortunately, in her panic, she says the first thing that comes to mind.

“Imposter!”

☆ 1 DAY BEFORE THE DUEL ☆

“And what do you say to these claims?” Nuevillette asks, snapping ‘The Imposter’ out of their stupor.

“No.” ‘The Imposter’ says.

Nuevillette frowns, “no? I ask that you elaborate.”

“How am I supposed to defend myself if I don’t even know what I did wrong?” ‘The Imposter’ reasons, still not fully processing the situation.

“Hah! Trying to act dumb won’t work here. You know what you did!” Focalor interjects. Truthly, this situation had come to be because of her carelessness and now it had spiralled way out of her control. She can’t take back what she said now, so she’d had to pray for the best. She dug her grave, so she might as well lie in it and hope for the best. I mean, surely it was fine, right? Surely this is an imposter. “If you can’t defend yourself in court, than you might as well duel to prove your innocence.

“I- huh? Alright, then.” ‘The Imposter’ says, not seeing any other choice. “I request a duel, I guess.”

“Very well, your request is accepted. You will be dueling against Clorinde tomorrow at dawn.” Nuevillette says.

People slowly filter out of the court room in anticipation for the day of the duel.

Focalor has a sinking feeling in her gut.

☆ THE DAY OF THE DUEL ☆

Clorinde sits at the harbor, too ashamed to watch over The Creator.

The duel had lasted no more than one or two minutes. The Creator had made no move to fight back, and Clorinde had made quick work of Them. It was only when she had made her way over to Them to end Their life when she noticed the ichor that spilled from Their many wounds. Her heart sunk into her chest. In a panic, she screamed for doctors. She had tried her best to keep Them awake, but They had already fallen unconscious by the time the doctors arrived.

Obviously, The Creator was still alive- who knew what would happen to Teyvat if The Creator, Themselves, Died. But she couldn’t get the image of their unconscious form out of her mind. The sin she’d committed weighed her down like the anchor of a boat.

She sighed, standing up shakily, starting the walk back to the city and…

Wait. Was the water level always this high?

Oh.

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shifting-mariana · 5 months ago

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why I’m starting to shift for longer time periods + shifting motivation

So, this is my first longer post. But it’s something I think may help many and yes I use some 2020 shift but not like the way they said it. But for this post I’ll be sharing my method for anyone who wants to use it but keep in mind it may not work for everyone!

MY SHIFTING METHOD:

I meditate or visual my dr with my favorite artist (ichiko aoba<3) and think about what I’ll do in my dr then I’ll get up and do whatever I feel like until I get tired.

2. Drink water. Ik 2020 shifting but!!!! They weren’t wrong but they weren’t right either bc when I get close to shifting it drains me a lot because I feel stronger than others an example of this is while you may feel like your lover is touching your arm faintly I can feel feel embraces even if it’s just day dreaming or i JUST started my method.

3. I have subliminals playing softly in the background of anything I’m doing so my subconscious can keep that motivation flowing..yk?

4. I go back to sleep and repeat “I will not end up in this reality I only have two choices (my dr and a different reality similar to here)” but I’ll say that until I feel like very very calm then I start counting my finger until I feel numb. Kinda like a comfort thing I do in my drs with any of my s/o’s whenever I freak out about something.

5. I let my mind roam until I’m stuck on that dr and I feel light weight and it feels like I’m just floating in nothing. When I shift I don’t usually feel it which is why I realize I shifted many times I just shifted back before I realized. So I always keep in my mind that when I get there this is gonna happen or that.

but every time I shift I focus on staying for a longer time (which is probably why I don’t post as much but I usually don’t anyways so it seems normal and when I ’got back’ nothing felt different) so I can get used to being in my dr and switching to different drs without coming back to this energy/vibration level that I’m on now.

me personally I keep my birthstone and my favorite crystals that have meaning to me around me when I attempt because it gives me a sense of relief and I’m not stressing about “do this step right now or u won’t shift “ it doesn’t matter..do the method upside down side ways, while doing splits idk but don’t let it stress you out bc if your stuck on what happening on this vibration frequency then you can’t get to your dr’s frequency.

Be patient with yourself. You know yourself better than anyone. You know what method may work for you better than the premade ones that worked for certain people. They are NOT you .. you’re not them and they’re not you. So what I do may work for you and it may not work for someone else. But don’t lose hope in getting to your dr for the first time or again if you’ve done it.

Don’t force away any intrusive thoughts. Ignore them and let them roam in your mind until they go away as you reach the frequency for you dr. We are all different in our own way so you may not feel or see those bright colorful lights like every one else but you are capable. WE are capable. We shifter have the power to see every timeline, story, show, movie, book, etc. But unlike those who imagine it.. We HAVE the chance to live it and giving that up because of doubts when you have the entire universe in your hands and the other shifter’s out there. We can see deceased family again. Are they gonna be exactly as you remember? Maybe not but the chance is there and to see someone I care about again is something I’m sure most people would want.

I made this post originally to say I am shifting longer and longer each time to prepare my self for my perma shift on June 1st. And even if I don’t shift that day (but I will) you have the chance to do it even before then and so do I so don’t let doubt or fear keep you from going somewhere some didn’t even know existed until a fucking AI told them. If they don’t believe YOU prove it to yourself so you will never feel as if you were lied to because yes shifting is real and it may be the best thing that ever happened to me or you. You have the tool to shift and that’s just you. be you. Embrace you. You got this!

No matter if u believe in the multiverse theory, frequencies, or whatever you still have the power and ability to shift so use it. See that best friend. See that bf/gf. See that one character that practically saved your life. See your comfort character without a screen.

you can and will shift and even if it’s 7 years from now, don’t stop trying even if it’s long breaks from it. Which is very helpful to regain your energy after shifting. But besides that I hope you shift and if it’s tonight or months or years from now you still have a time and it WILL come.

— shifting Mariana 2025.

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socojes · 3 months ago

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atleastpleasetelephone · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Day 8 - Threesome/moresome

Pairing: Elvis x 4 readers

Word count: 856

TWs: Drug use, Elvis thinks he's a sex god, it's just an orgy really.

A/N: @eapep asked for a fic involving the tub in the Vegas suite.... here you go!

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Elvis isn't sure how he got himself into this situation. No, that isn't entirely true. He'd definitely asked for a hot tub full of girls, though at the time he'd kind of thought he was joking. But the guys being the guys, they'd taken his words as an order and here he was, in the Vegas suite, with a hot tub full of girls. He ignores the part of him that wants to tell them all to put their clothes back on and embraces the idea that on some level this was what he'd wanted when he made that joke.

They're all in their skimpy little swimsuits calling for him to get in there too.

"Let me just get changed, honeys."

He gets into a pair of trunks and does a bump of coke. There's no way he can deal with this as sober as he feels right now. And coke will certainly help his self- confidence.

Sniffing a little, he walks back out of the main bedroom, towards the jacuzzi. They all greet him like he's a long-lost friend, and as soon as he's in the bath there's a pair of lips on his. He feels hands from all directions, touching him, rubbing him, feeling him. He can feel the girl who's kissing him pressed against his body from the front, and another body behind him. He turns from the kiss and immediately there's another tongue in his mouth. His heart races.

At some point he sees two girls kissing each other, hands roaming one another's bodies. He groans as a hand palms him through his trunks and lips kiss his neck, feverishly. He reaches for the strap of a bikini and pulls it down, exposing a breast. Tonguing it now, listening to soft little moans in response.

His expert fingers undo things and touch things, his dick hardens as he hears the noises the girls make in response. As hands knead his flesh and kisses are pressed to his skin, he looks at the girl in front of him. She's flushed from the attentions he's been giving her. Nibbling on her lip whilst his thumb brushes her clit through her bikini bottoms.

"Please," she whimpers.

He grabs her by the hips and puts her up on he side of the bath, pulling her bikini bottoms off in one quick movement. One of the jets fires water beside him as he dives into her pussy, making her moan. His tongue lapping at her.

When he looks up briefly, he realises there's a girl on either side of her now, and they're all naked, casually throwing their swimsuits off.

He reaches with one hand to touch the girl on his right, rubbing her clit with his finger as he carries on giving the girl in front of him head. After a while he swaps, moving from one girl to another, licking and sucking and rubbing, making them cum one at a time, watching them kiss and touch each other when he can't get to them. He's just wondering about the fourth girl when he feels hands on his ass and his shorts being pulled down and off, freeing his dick to float in the water.

She jumps up onto the side and one of the others gets in. As he's working her pussy he suddenly feels lips around him, and looking down sees a girl floating on her back, taking him in her mouth like it's nothing. He groans. The girl in front of him yelps at the vibrations and flops onto her back. He licks her to completion and then looks around at the other girls. The one between his legs moves her mouth and then looks at him, hopefully. He takes the hint, jumping up onto the side and manhandling her into his lap.

It's not long before he's lying on his back, feet in the tub, with one girl bouncing on his dick and another sitting on his face. He holds both hands out for the others and suddenly he's pleasuring four girls at once, or they're pleasuring themselves on him. They switch places and he just keeps going, fingering and licking, his rock hard dick brushing against g-spot after g-spot, listening to their moans and sighs, hearing one after the other cum again as they use him as they want.

When they're all finally satisfied they work on him together, one kissing him, another sucking on his nipples as the final two suck on his dick and balls. He's never felt so much pleasure at once, crying out as he cums and feeling his whole body tingle as they carry on, licking and kissing him through his high.

Lucky the bed in the suite is big. Not as big as the one in Graceland, and not really big enough for five people, but Elvis insists. He also insists on pyjamas in bed, and it's hard to say no to him on either count. So they end up all cuddled together in pairs of his monogrammed pyjamas. He looks from one sleepy body to another and smiles. Happy to not be alone tonight.

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mountedeverest · 2 months ago

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Here's a snippet from the Bucktommy Ski AU that I've been writing, idk if this is anything

more under the cut

also, a little exposition for you first:

You can tell a lot about a person from their sticks. For example, Buck rode a pair of Bent Chetlers 110, 188 cm with a pivot 16 binding. He wore his goggles under his helmet, and had retractable poles and crabgrab mitts, and for the life of him could not go out in 20 degree weather without a buff covering half of his face. Oddly enough, he rocked race boots, Atomic with a 140 flex. Huh. Meanwhile, Hen had a nice pair of Stöckli SCs, a hard eared helmet, and matching Stöckli poles. She also had the heated boots and the heated socks, not to mention the heated vest and the heated mitts. If she could have heated pants, she would. Chim had old tele skis that held mostly with p-tex and epoxy and prayer and he would swear up and down that these were still the best skis ever. His tele boots were even in worse shape, old Scarpas that started to crack in places. Then again, he also wore sunglasses most days instead of goggles. Ravi had the latest model of Rossis, some short-turn-carbon-TI something or some other and the Leki poles of course. Albert had dead-center mounted K2 poachers, tiny ass poles, and an old pock-market helmet he always wore a beanie under. Also, his snow pants were too big. Eddie snowboarded and that, in and of itself, said it all. But Tommy skied an old pair Black Crows as tall as him, with a shift binding which meant he skinned up with those skis as well. He wore his goggles outside of his slightly worn, sticker-adorned Poc soft-eared helmet, and always had gloves on, no matter the temperature. He wore cochise boots, the orange clashing with his black skis, with a zebra powerstrap fitted on them.

Buck has never been this confused in his life. He skied his entire life and was particularly good at it, bathed in the culture from so early on he was friends with half the pro-riders on the west coast. Point is, Buck had seen some really impressive stuff from really impressive people. Buck had even been on the Dew Tour for a couple of seasons; hell, he had done some pretty impressive stuff himself. It never impacted him like this, though. It wasn’t even anything, really, not even by Tommy’s standards, the man was a rescue helicopter pilot for chrissakes.

Still, when Buck saw him throw that perfect, laid-back double back off the ridge, and land pillowy soft on the snow below, something weird happened in his gut. Maybe it was the fact that Tommy was in his early forties and could still do it, a bum knee and multiple concussions behind his belt yet he was confident as ever. Buck liked confidence.

Buck heard him from afar, yipping and yelling cheerfully into the bright blue sky as he slashed perfect turn after perfect turn in the pristine untouched snow of the bowl. He understood the feeling.

Maybe that was it, he understood it. The rush, the unicity between skier and slope, the feeling of floating on still waters while going at inhuman speeds down a steep incline. Maybe it was because him and Tommy were both part of a very exclusive community of people crazy enough to do this sport, which was already extreme, at this level of extremeness. So the warm feeling Buck felt in his gut was… what, admiration? Understanding? Acceptance? At this point he was still too confused to tell.

The competitive little shit in him needed to surpass, or at least match Tommy and so he sent after him, turned switch, and threw a rodeo 5 effortlessly… and almost went tits up on the landing, smashing hard into the backseat. Split-second reflexes kicked in and he regained his balance just in time to not tomahawk the rest of the run down to the tree line. Once Buck regained control, he criss-crossed Tommy’s line, yipping all the way down too. Adrenaline, what a drug.

When he reached Tommy, the smile on his face was about a thousand miles wide. Tommy’s smile matched, his eyes squeezing shut in the sunlight as he took off his goggles.

“Wow, that was–” Tommy began to say before Buck interrupted him out of breath.

“Terrible, I almost ate shit on the landing hahaha but you!! You threw that double-back like it was nothing!!” Buck pushed his goggles, and effectively his entire helmet up his forehead like that would help him breathe better, squinting too in the bright noonday sun.

“Yeeeah still got it.” Tommy smiled, bashful. “Still, switch rodeo 5? In the wild? Pretty gutsy.” There was something in the corner of Tommy’s smirk, the glint of his white teeth. Buck’s stomach twisted again.

“Phew! Yeah. My sister says I-I was born without the fear part of the brain, uh. Says she has enough for the both of us.” Buck said, still panting, in an effort to break the building tension inside of him.

“I think your sister is right.” Tommy said coyly.

In that moment, Buck was transported back to the night before, his conversation with Maddie in the kitchen at her and Chim’s house.

“I mean, you say he makes you nervous. He’s nice to you even when you suffer from chronic foot-in-mouth syndrome, which apparently gets worse when you’re around him, and you’ve volunteered for every assignment with him this week.” Maddie enumerates. “And now, he’s inviting you to backcountry ski together on your day off because he’s–” She’s making air quotes now, “ –rusty? I think Tommy’s trying to ask you on a date.”

Buck guffaws, surely she’s joking. Tommy’s straight, right? Hen talked about a past girlfriend so for sure he was straight… right?

Plus, Buck was straight so this… this didn’t make any sense, it must be something else making him feel this way.

But Maddie has this look on her face, and she’s rarely wrong.

Buck gulped. “Yeah, she-she is most times.” Tommy was looking straight into his eyes, the pale blue of his irises making him look so very soft, almost boyish. A stark contrast from the squarely shaped brick building of a man that he was, from Buck’s first impression that Tommy was all hard corners and sharp edges.

“There’s a spot past the tree line. It’s not too far, there’s an old hiker’s refuge in a clearing complete with benches and a firepit. I thought we could do lunch there?” Tommy said.

Buck took a second too long to answer, still transfixed by the shade of Tommy’s eyes. What was that about? “Uh, yeah. Sounds great.”

—

Buck was hot. Tommy hadn’t mentioned that the lodge was up a trail on the other side of the bowl, so they had to skin up once they’d crossed at the trail intersection. Thing is, it was a bright sunny day and it was like 50 degrees outside. He knew he’d regret his wet shirt in a minute as they’d sit down to eat, so Buck had brought a spare. He didn’t miss Tommy sneaking a peek as he pulled the wet shirt off of himself and changed into the dry one.

He wasn’t the only one. Buck hadn’t missed the way Tommy’s quick-dry shirt clung to his frame like a second layer of skin, highlighting the mass of muscle that roiled within. Buck wondered if his hand was big enough to cover Tommy’s entire pectoral.

It made his throat go dry, suddenly parched despite the snow everywhere. He turned away under the pretense of digging through his pack for lunch, just to give his brain something to do. The sunlight caught flecks of ice clinging to the nearby branches, making everything look almost too beautiful, like a scene out of a dream. It wasn’t helping.

He glanced up again after fishing out the sandwiches, and there was Tommy, sitting casually on the wooden bench, one leg bent and foot propped up on the side, sipping from a thermos. Tommy smiled when they caught each other’s gaze and Buck’s stomach flipped in that same weird way it had earlier, back when Tommy landed that double back and grinned like a kid on Christmas morning.

He laughed a little, under his breath, trying to shake it. What the hell was happening to him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t been around objectively attractive men before. It wasn’t like he didn’t know the difference between admiration and… whatever this was. But nothing had ever felt like this. This low hum in his chest. This involuntary pull, like gravity had shifted and Tommy was the new center of it.

Tommy reached out to grab one of the sandwiches Buck was handing him. His fingers brushed Buck’s for just a moment. Buck inhaled sharply, eyes flicking up to meet Tommy’s. The silence between them was warm, albeit a little awkward.

“Thanks.” Tommy said softly, his voice low, steady. Steadier than Buck’s that was for sure.

“Yeah.” Buck said, but his voice came out rougher than he meant, like it had scraped against the inside of his throat.

They were… close. Close enough that their knees brushed when Buck shifted his weight. Close enough to see the faint crinkle lines around Tommy’s eyes from years of squinting into the sun. Close enough to smell that familiar mix of sunscreen and snow and cedarwood that Buck was quickly starting to associate with him.

They ate their sandwiches and drank sweet hot coffee from one of the thermos Tommy had packed and just talked. They talked about skiing, mostly, but about other things too; about Tommy’s other job as a pilot, about Buck’s brief stint in the spotlight, about the crushing leg injury that pulled Buck away from his X Games dream. They didn’t dwell too much on that one.

Soon, the sandwiches were gone, replaced by two cans of beer and more casual banter. When Tommy laughed, he did it with his entire face, nose scrunched up. Buck wanted him to make that face again and again.

The move was slow, but to Buck it felt sudden when their knees bumped on the bench, the toe of their ski boots touching. They were both leaning on their elbows, crouched forward but ever so slowly inching towards one another until their faces were only inches apart. In the warmth of the midday winter sun, their breaths barely puffed as they started to mingle. Words became low and almost nonsensical in the suggestions, veiled attempts at testing the waters, for what Buck was still too bewildered and caught in the moment to understand.

Tommy leaned forward first, bumping noses gently, asking for permission before diving in fully. Even if Buck knew the steps of this dance, it still took him by surprise when Tommy’s warm lips pressed against his own. Like muscle memory, Buck parted instantly when he felt Tommy’s tongue at the seam of his teeth. Before long, a firm hand held his face as Buck responded enthusiastically to Tommy’s advances, but the kiss was soft, unhurried. When they parted, they still shared that space between their faces, breaths materialising in the cold-ish air.

“Woah…” Buck said on an exhale, eyes completely glazed over, a furious blush high on the bridge of his freckled nose.

Tommy chuckled. “So, that was okay?”

“More than.” Buck’s mouth still hung open, mind not fully connecting the dots just yet. “So you’re… uh, you’re gay.”

Foot-in-mouth. Terminal.

Tommy tensed up a little, almost imperceptibly. “... Yeah, I mean, I thought–”

“No, yeah! Uh– I mean–” Well, it went from hot to awkward real fast. Trust Evan Buckley to Buck it up as usual.

Tommy’s confident facade started slipping. Panic started to grow in his eyes. “It wasn’t my intention, uh, I didn’t have, like, ulterior motives today, I just–”

“No and it’s totally fine, it’s just–” Buck saw Tommy pulling away, and though he had trouble computing what had just happened, he knew he didn’t want this outcome.

“And we got to talking, and you got real close– not-not that I’m putting that on you or anything–”

“Wh-what I’m trying to say is that–” Come back, kiss me again. Oh shit.

“Oh god, did I totally misread that? Oh fuck, Evan I’m so sorry–”

If Buck sucked at talking, there was at least one thing he was good at doing with his mouth. Taken by a spur of courage that came out of nowhere, Buck lunged forward, taking Tommy’s face in his hands, and kissed him. It was much hungrier than the one they’d just shared, so sudden Tommy even let out a little oomph as Buck’s face connected with his.

This kiss had more of everything, really. More tongue, more teeth. It was messy, and hard, and so, so good it made Buck’s head spin. Buck pulled away suddenly, still holding onto Tommy’s face, resting forehead against forehead.

“I-I don’t know what this means.” Buck said. He sounded raw, like he had gravel poured down his throat.

“Oookay?” Tommy’s wheels were too shook to spin, sporting instead a bewildered look as he tried to assess the vibe of the moment.

“I’m straight– well, I’m an ally– I mean, shit. I don’t know–” Something fell in Tommy’s expression, a familiar pain on his face. Bring him back, idiot. “I liked it, a-and I think I like you. And it only got clear to me like, seconds ago so–”

“It’s okay, Evan.” Tommy softened. “I swear I didn’t mean to–”

“Take me out on a semi-romantic backcountry hike and then kiss me?” Smooth Buck was making a small comeback. The tension needed a little break. At least it made Tommy smile.

“You got a point.” Tommy sombered then. “Plus, this is wrong, we work together.”

Buck burst out laughing at that. “That’s your argument?”

Tommy looked confused.

“It’s the ski patrol, half the team is dating each other. And they met while patrolling.” Buck explained.

“I’m kind of your boss, though.” Tommy said.

“So what? Bobby is literally married to the mountain’s GM. Like, she signs his paychecks.”

“You just told me you were straight.”

“And that I liked you. And to be fair, I am sort of having a revelation moment right now, so much stuff is starting to make sense I-I just have to let it!”

A silence.

“Sssso are you like, trying to convince me to date you?” Tommy said playfully.

Buck cracked a smile, the blinding kind. “I guess I am.”

Tommy smiled back, blue eyes shining in the sun. Fuck almighty he was gorgeous. How had Buck missed that?

“So, uh– I’m guessing we should take this slow. Y’know, since you’re figuring yourself out and all that.” Tommy said, fingers absently tracing the zipper on the side of Buck’s thigh.

“Y-yeah, uh, right. Slow. I’m guessing you, uh, might not want to start the rumour mill on your first few weeks either so uh, discretion?” Buck placed a lazy hand on Tommy’s knee, mirroring the slow languid touch of his fingers.

“I mean, I’m out, and I bet there are rumours about me already but uh, yeah, I think I’d like to get to know you on my own terms first. Before we tell our teammates.” Tommy plucked at a stray curl hanging from Buck’s forehead, tucking it in and massaging his hand through Buck’s hair in the process. If Buck shivered a little, it was probably just the cold, Tommy told himself.

“Yeah, especially since you’re sort of my new boss.” Buck’s hand was on Tommy’s chest now, splayed wide on one pec. The heat emanating from Tommy’s body was insane, like nothing he’d ever experienced with another person.

“I thought everybody dated each other in the ski patrol.” Tommy said with a smirk, tightening the hand in Buck’s hair and pulling just barely.

Buck bared his teeth in a wide shit-eating grin. “It is kinda hot though.”

—

“This is– aah– still considered as slow, right?”

“What? Sure, yeah. C’mere–” Buck pulled the suspenders of Tommy’s Helly Hansen bib, crashing his mouth against his as they stumbled into the ratty old refuge. “We’re just– uh– making out. H-high school stuff.”

Tommy had him pinned against one of the walls, tongue and teeth mapping the space right under Buck’s jaw.

“We should probably be making our way back– nngh– soon.” Tommy sounded out of breath, the opposite of composed, bitting out little fucks and aahs whenever Buck nipped at a spot on his neck or ground against him. Buck was obsessed.

“In a minute.” Buck twisted them off the wall, and still by the suspenders of his bib pants, pulled Tommy to one of the bunk beds.

~TBC

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coldgoldlazarus · 2 months ago

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I would love to hear more about the "Towers of the Archipelago" project, it reminds me of the Heroica games

Sure! And yeah, I can definitely see the resemblance, with this sorta "overworld" style map at least ^.^

I did have a more detailed version of the lighthouse island and the adjoining one, from last week, but I kinda got bogged down in details and cheating geometry to facilitate that, thus the switch to an even more reduced scale for the time being.

Towers Of The Archipelago is definitely still in the early sorta "vibes-based" stage of the idea, but it's also a coalescence of a handful of different fragmented ideas that have been floating around my head for the past several years, so there isn't a whole lot to talk about just yet, but I can still give a rundown of what there is so far.

It's pretty strongly inspired by Moon Rhapsody, a gorgeous but unfinished zeldalike game I found on itch.io a year and a half ago, (albeit without the nsfw stuff that one has,) though somehow the recent release of the first chapter of ENA: Dream BBQ had a hand in making my angle finally coalesce lol.

Probably mainly just because of this specific area in it, plus making me want it to be a first-person-adventure game for the vibes.

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Anyway, yeah, so as the big map and the name imply, picturing a big archipelago connected by bridges, where most of the islands have small villages on them; but every village has to have a big tower of some sort (lighthouse, radio tower, weather reading station, pagoda temple, factory smokestack, harbor crane, etc.) that kinda defines that town's role, in the big trade ecosystem they all have going on between them.

Lots of youkai and monsters and stuff just casually living alongside humans, (can swap between cute humanoid and full cryptid forms at will, picturing a kasa-obake being a major character) tech level is like, kinda random but leans more toward oldtimey industrial revolution level but with some like, 60s/70s computation stuff in the bigger towns?

And there's a spooky island further off from the rest that only appears at night; its village is completely empty, and its tower is a Numbers Station.

Also something something about the moon and sun being alive and watching people? Like big Luna and Celestia vibes, but more as deities than as rulers, though still don't know exactly what I wanna do with that. They'd be tied to an observatory tower and a heliography tower, respectively, though; in the big map here, the heliography tower is the one just a couple islands away from the southwest lighthouse, while I'm imagining the observatory being more toward the northwestern part of the archipelago, atop a more mountainous island.

In the more detailed map of the lighthouse and crossroads island, I included a wrench piece looping around a diagonal stretch of bridge, just to cover a gap between the pieces, but that led to the idea of like, there being these big ancient magic gates around the bridges, normally open by default, but which automatically close up as a defensive measure.

In general, the concept for the setting (islands all with their own towers) has been bugging me for A While, but I didn't have anything to do with it yet.

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But thankfully I do finally have something of an actual premise now, even if it's still pretty basic. A big storm with a tinge of something supernatural rolls in, making the normally-placid sea routes unsafe from turbulent waters, but also triggering all of the bridge gates across the entire archipelago to close at once; cutting off the islands from one-another completely.

The protagonist is a girl from the small southwest lighthouse village, and somehow she has a way to make the gates reopen even before their lockdown ends, so she either gets sent, or decides on her own, to go head out and try to get to the bottom of what's going on, and reconnect all the towns as she goes.

The real trouble with this is that I don't know what "the bottom of what's going on" entails either; I just figure in classic quest tradition it's something way over her head that she has to work her way up to meeting head-on.

Though it's probably something unrelated to the spooky disappearing Numbers Station island I mentioned earlier; that I see being just another feature of the islands, eerie and inexplicable as it may be; whereas whatever the storm brought is an outside factor.

Also given what I mentioned about youkai earlier, kinda wondering if it would be interesting to make the protagonist herself one, though I haven't settled on anything for sure yet.

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Just kinda picturing an animated cover or titlecard thingy, with the main character in the center, mostly in shadows but holding a storm lantern that's illuminating her face and part of her body. Then the silhouette of the lighthouse behind her in all black, except for the windows at the top; and then more distant silhouettes of some of the islands and the other various towers kinda spread out on either side of it, also all in black except for the blinking red air traffic lights on top of those. Very razor-thin crescent moon up in the sky, surrounded by clouds in the shape of an eye.

Comfortably spooky, I think that's the phrase for the vibe I'm going for.

So yeah, it's a thing. :)

#not a reblog #asks #towers of the archipelago

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thoughtportal · 3 months ago

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Deep underneath the eastern tropical Pacific Ocean lies a dazzling landscape of undulating coral reefs colored by photosynthetic algae, from which corals get their energy. But in the early 1980s an aquatic heat wave caused by the El Niño climate phenomenon led to a record-breaking mass-bleaching event, turning more than 90 percent of these corals a pale, lifeless white. The algae—which had thrived inside their coral hosts for millions of years—could no longer bear to live within them.

Strong El Niño events warmed up the same Pacific waters in the late 1990s and again in 2015–2016, but scientists noticed that these heat waves didn’t affect the reefs as badly as the first. Diving after the latest event, University of Miami marine biologist Ana Palacio saw that some of the corals seemed to be resisting or recovering from the bleaching. Maybe, Palacio thought, they’ve found a way to adapt.

Many adult corals are tethered to the reefs they build. Swimming to cooler waters is not an option, making them particularly vulnerable to the changing climate. But corals are also resilient, and scientists are discovering how they adapt. Some corals switch out their algal tenants for more heat-resistant species. Others can use rows of tiny hairs on their bodies to “fan” away excess harmful oxygen released by stressed-out algae. And certain baby corals modify their own metabolisms to withstand the warming waters. Scientists hope to use such natural adaptations in the race to preserve these crucial ecosystem anchors.

When Palacio and her team examined coral reefs after the 2015–2016 heat wave, they found that particular corals called Pocillopora—the main reef-building coral species in the eastern tropical Pacific—seemed to have expelled the algae that usually reside within them and taken in other species that were more tolerant to the heat.

“They start changing their [algae] community as the water becomes warmer and warmer, and they associate more and more with this thermotolerant algal symbiont called Durusdinium glynnii,” Palacio explains. This species’ name comes from the Latin word durus, meaning “rough” or “tough.” Most symbiotic algae produce toxic levels of oxygen under heat stress, forcing the corals to evict them. But Durusdinium keeps its levels tolerable.

Yet the corals don’t always rely on their algal guests to avoid excessive oxygen, researchers have found; sometimes they can take matters into their own “hands.” Rows of cilia—tiny, hairlike projections—can act like corals’ own personal ventilation system by fanning excess oxygen toward spots that lack it.

In 2022 marine biologists Cesar O. Pacherres and Soeren Ahmerkamp, then at the University of Bremen in Germany, showed that these fast-beating cilia create microscopic whirlpools in the water, swirling the oxygen around and preventing it from harmfully accumulating in any one spot. All corals have this ventilation system, but how much they use it can vary between species. The scientists now plan to test if and how some vulnerable corals—such as those in the Great Barrier Reef—beat their cilia faster in response to higher temperatures.

And corals aren’t always stuck in place; their larvae float freely through the ocean before settling, which offers crucial opportunities for a species to shift to more hospitable waters or spread its heat-tolerant genes. That’s why Ariana Huffmyer, a marine biologist at the University of Washington, is particularly interested in how baby corals adapt to higher temperatures. She and researchers at the Hawai’i Institute of Marine Biology recently showed that coral larvae, if exposed to warm water for as little as three days in the laboratory, alter their own metabolism to cope with heat stress and avoid bleaching.

Corals typically provide a small amount of nitrogen to their resident algae, and in return they get carbon, which they use as an energy source. “To maintain [the algae’s] own survival and give the nutrients required to the host, there’s a really intricate, delicate and very complex nutritional relationship between the two,” Huffmyer says. Under stress, corals produce too much nitrogen. This excess causes the algae to go into hyperdrive and divide a lot more—hoarding the carbon and keeping it from their hosts. Huffmyer discovered that baby corals exposed to short periods of heat stress learn to keep the excess nitrogen to themselves and don’t overshare with the algae, maintaining a stable symbiosis.

Pacherres cautions that such adaptations can protect an organism only to some extent. “They have the tools to withstand certain things, but past that limit there’s not enough they can do. For example, if it’s hot, we [humans] can sweat to alleviate the heat. But if it gets too hot, we die,” he says. “At one point sweating is not enough.”

But whatever heat-beating tools corals do have can help scientists develop protection strategies. Baby corals that can withstand stress are especially important for conservation efforts because they can travel between reefs and potentially share heat-tolerant genes in new locales. “The larvae from those reefs are already preadapted to some degree to rising temperatures, so we need to protect them because they’re in some ways the source of the future,” says Madhavi Colton, a conservation scientist who researched science-based tactics to save corals at the nonprofit Coral Reef Alliance.

Natural coral adaptations can also aid direct interventions like stress-hardening corals in nurseries before planting them back into ocean reefs. “You need to grow corals that are more likely to survive than the corals that died before,” Palacio says. If researchers can persuade corals to adopt heat-resistant algae or if they activate genes that can deal with heat stress, it raises the corals’ chance of surviving future ocean heat waves.

“When you dive and see a beautiful healthy reef with these colorful corals ... I still feel this euphoria of being in this whole alien underwater world,” Huffmyer says. “It’s hard to go back after a bleaching event and see it dead. But that does give you the motivation to want to use whatever your skill set is, whatever your passion is, to try to help.”

#article #scientific american magazine #science #ocean #climate change #marine biology #biology #global warming #coral reef #sea life #sea

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