The online draft link for ttou 2 directs to ttou 1, is the antarctica conspiracy not available besides purchase?
The antarctica conspiracy is the second half of TTOU. The javelin project is the first half. It was written as one story but the printer I use won't print 1400 page books so I have to release it as two books.
*glances sheepishly around the corner and holds out hand with a penny in it*
More sleepy cockwarming for the poor and desperate? T^T
wip: sleepy cockwarming pt 12
part 12 | non-chrono | chrono
Then again, it could just be that Bernard is really, really good at peeking into his mind. He can intuit why Kon is crying, even when Kon himself can't be sure, and figure out how to remove the exact factor that's pushed him over the edge.
"You really don't want to be alone right now, huh?" Bernard asks, gentle and reassuring that it's okay if that's what Kon needs.
"Can I– can I stay with you?"
Bernard turns to look at his work spread across the table. He hums and says, "I think we can make that work."
There are a couple moments of shuffling them and some papers, during which Bernard doesn't let go of Kon for a moment. Kon ends up straddling his lap, slouched down with his arms tucked in, so that Bernard can reach around him to keep working. TTK is definitely doing some work to keep them both comfortable.
Kon is so cozy right here, surrounded by Bernard's scent and warmth, and feeling his steady pulse through his whole body. With the needy part of his sleepy-needies fulfilled, the sleepy part is making itself known, and the sound of Bernard's breath begins to draw him out like the tide.
There are one or two significant problems keeping him from fully drifting off though.
Surrounded by Bernard's scent and warmth, and feeling his steady pulse beat through his whole body, Kon becomes viscerally aware that only one of his partners has properly welcomed him home so far. Before he can fall asleep, he wants to make sure that Bernard gets what he wants, too — and not in the cop-out way where Bernard says that he just wants Kon to get some rest.
It doesn't need to be anything elaborate, not like a whole scene, or whatever. That's really more Tim's thing, anyway. He's good creating a sexy blueprint, laying out the sexy roles and sexy tools for them, all to demolish Kon down to the studs.
Finding new ways to be peeled apart by Tim is incredible, leaves him feeling seen and known, vulnerable and so, so safe with them. With Tim, who's always been on Kon's side and seen him at his darkest moments, and with Bernard, who's enamoured by everything Kon does and sees through him like no one else.
Tim is really, really good at finding new and exciting ways to play together. They don't always have time for that, though, and Tim is equally good at folding Kon over the arm of the couch to fuck him stupid in a ten-minute span between one of them getting home and the other leaving.
When they have the time for it, what Bernard usually wants is to luxuriate in spoiling Kon. He's happily spent hours fingering Kon and eating him out — Bernard will insist the whole time that he still needs to be stretched more, lubed more, prepped more — until he's come-drunk and too stupid with it to do anything but melt under those clever hands. Kon has been lovingly tortured more than once by hands running across every sensitive part of his body and lips whispering the filthiest sweet nothings, until Kon has gone past begging and straight into bartering and bribing.
Sometimes, Bernard will let it go the other way, and let Kon spend time servicing him – something Kon is more than happen to reciprocate. When he's allowed to, Kon loves to warm Bernard's cock in his mouth and just bliss out on it until he's tugged away. When he's really trying to encourage Kon to be good, Bernard will promise him exactly that as a treat.
The last time Bernard and Tim were supposed to have a date night for just the two of them, Kon had been allowed to sit under the table with Tim in his mouth while they ate, before being summoned to the living room floor in front of Bernard while they watched a movie.
"Hey now," Bernard says in light warning, which is how Kon notices that his thoughts have started to wander, and his cock decided to follow along.
He tries not to. He really tries to be good and just stay close and dozey, like Bernard had clearly meant for him to.
But once the idea slots into place in his mind, Kon starts to kind of fixate on the possibility.
That he could just wriggle and squirm off of Bernard's lap to fit himself under the table. The sun set hours ago, so it'd be all dark and cozy down there, with the sounds of Bernard working muffled by the thick wooden tabletop and the heat and smell of his body trapped under there for Kon to enjoy.
The boots he's wearing — Supernova's boots — are under the table too, he remembers.
If he was under the table, Kon could open Bernard's pants and get Bernard's dick into his mouth for a while. And if, maybe, while he was down there, Kon's cock happened to brush up against Bernard's boots — the boots that lace up just like his Doc Martins, Kon realizes in a hazy rush of arousal — he could grind against the ridges of rough cording until he comes for it, comes all over it, the way he's never, ever allowed to come on Bernard's actual boots.
"Kon," Bernard says, a lot more sternly, his fingers digging into Kon's hips. "I didn't think I needed to tell you that you could stay out here with me instead of going to bed, as long as you're good. You didn't need me to tell you that, did you?"
Kon hurriedly shakes his head and wills his hips to stop moving. He tries to urge the blood back out of his cock for good measure, but that dominating tone makes his guts twist up in a way that's working against his efforts toward being good.
"No, of course you didn't," Bernard agrees with himself in that same, gut-twisting, dominating tone as Kon calms his motions. "You know just how to be my good boy."
Staying still in Bernard's lap right now is one of the most difficult things Kon has ever had to manage, he's pretty sure. It's made so much worse when he feels Bernard's dick starting to plump up in his TTK field.
He knows Bernard likes it when Kon is good for him, when he behaves in ways that would be so easy not to have to, what with his powers and all.
Bernard likes that Kon doesn't come on his boots specifically because Kon could effortlessly do it without making a mess, just using his TTK. But what Bernard likes is that Kon puts in the effort of not coming, so that he doesn't make a mess.
Of course that means Bernard likes that Kon is being still and good, rather than slinking under the table to—
A frustrated huff slips out of Kon, and Bernard responds with a little chuckle and a hand rubbing a few small circles on his lower back.
With just one uneven grind against the boot, Kon is immediately aware that he could come with less than half a dozen thrusts.
As much as he wants to get off right now, he wants to earn Tim's orgasm even more, and be present in his own body when he does.
His own orgasms are all-consuming, and if he comes before Tim does, his nervous system will white out with the overwhelming pleasure and he'll miss the feelings and sounds and tastes of making Tim feel good.
So Kon lets the satisfaction of that one grind sink into his skin, scratch at the burning need in his gut, and then makes himself hold still while his mouth is used.
The steady cadence of Tim's hips is more effective than a swinging pendulum at dragging Kon's mind down into a hypnotized trance of him-him-him.
He maybe allows himself a few more thrusts against the boot, but just to stoke that fire of arousal. Never enough to push himself over the edge.
It just feels so good and so dirty, and it would be easy to accept the treat Bernard offered and make a mess out of the boots…
But he doesn't do that, because then he wouldn't be able to enjoy the way the head of Tim's cock stretches the top of his throat open, the same way it stretches open other parts of him.
There's no prep for his mouth, not the way there is for his ass, but the cock that's stretching him is familiar. His TTK knows the shape of it and how it feels stretching his ass open and making room for itself, taking up exactly as much room inside him as Tim wants to.
Bernard’s grip tightens just enough to remind Kon of his presence, thumbs digging into the dense muscle of his biceps. The still pressure is a perfect counterpoint to the relentless motion of Tim pumping against his face.
Kon lets his eyes fall closed, wanting to better focus on the way they both feel in his TTK field, both breathing heavily with every forward roll of Tim's hips.
“That’s it,” Tim murmurs, voice rough but fond, one hand anchoring back in Kon’s hair. “Take what you need. Can't deny you anything."
He whines around his perfect mouthful of cock, and Tim’s breath hitches.
Bernard's fingers flex again, and he picks up where Tim's overwhelmed voice cut off.
"Don't stop," he murmurs, low and coaxing. "Look at him, can't you see how much he wants it? You gonna give it to him?"
Kon isn't sure if Bernard is talking to him or to Tim, but either way, Kon wants it and Kon's gonna give it to him. He can feel his shoulders trembling under Bernard's fingers, even though Bernard is hardly putting any pressure into holding him still from… whatever his body might want to do. Throw Tim to the floor and ride his dick until tomorrow, maybe.
Tim's hips stutter. "Bernard—" he gasps, which is almost hotter than hearing him say Kon's name right now would be.
"Don't stop," Bernard continues, clearly talking to Tim now, even as his knuckles dust gently over Kon's hollowed cheeks. "You know he can take it. You know he wants to take it."
TTK moves on instinct to stabilize Tim's legs when they start to shake, making sure he isn't distracted from coming by pesky details like not falling down.
"C'mon, Timmy, give our sweet boy what he's been missing."
With a choked cry, Tim buries himself to the root with pulsing little rolls of his hips as he comes into Kon's eagerly waiting mouth.
Kon doesn’t need to breathe, the musky bitterness that spills down the length of his tongue, the way Tim’s whole body shudders above him and inside his TTK, the approving sounds Bernard is making as he watches Tim fall apart— it’s all completely overwhelming in the best way.
being an everything crafter is great but also sucks. like i want to get my watercolors out but i need to put away my microcrochet first. i want to do some leatherwork but my oil paints are on the table. i want to whittle but i'm using the bucket i catch wood shavings in to hold my papermaking mush. i want to write my book but my hands are too busy knitting a sweater. i want to code another video game but i'm too busy studying nalebinding. do you see my problem. the problem is that i need more hands
Maddie: Your father and I knew that you were disappointed to miss out on the family reunion because of your husband's surgery, so we decided to skip it this year and come give you some support in caring for him!
Jack: As well as giving you a break. You must be under so much stress taking care of him and the kids!
Danny, having been lying about his marriage for the past two years to get out of family obligations: Wow... that's so sweet of you.
Maddie: I'm so excited to meet everyone! When you said you were moving to a new Earth, I knew communication through the Ghost Zone was going to be rough, but only being able to connect audio calls once every four months was much harder to endure than I thought it would be.
Jack: Not to mention traveling here. We had to do so many pit stops to fix up the Spectator Speeder and let me tell you, some of those floating rocks were hard to land on. Sometimes makes me wish we had your ghosts powers.
Danny: Yeah....you both went through so much effort. To vist me. In a different dimension.
Maddie: We three! Jazz is here too.
Danny: *gulps* The whole family is here.
Jack: Oh, don't make that face. The Fenton Reunion happens every four years. We'll see your aunts, uncles, and cousins next time. You're much more important to us, so no need for guilt.
Danny: I- right. Of course. Um, have you guys eaten? I can treat us to some dinner before we go back to my place. My, um, husband is at a doctor's appointment with my eldest while I did some work. I'm going on emergency family leave but I had to fill out the paperwork at the office today. Yup yup, thats why I'm here. At my workplace.
Maddie: You alright sweetie? You're sweating a lot.
Danny: I'm fine!
Jack: You work here? This office building is so nice. What does Wayne Enterprise do? I know you have a management position but I never really understood what department exactly.
Danny, who works in the mail room: Um, Wayne Enterprise does a little of everything. I'm in... communications.
Jack: But what exactly does communications do-
Danny: Excuse me for a bit. I have to let my husband know I'm going to be a little late.
Maddie: Oh! Don't tell the kids we're here. We want it to be a suprise. We brought gifts for all of them! Jazz is actually wrapping them up in the Speeder now!
Danny: Ha ha ha ha of course! Excuse me! *walking away pretending to be tapping a contact on his phone* shit shit shit. What do I do???
Damian appearing from the shadows: You told falsehoods.
Danny: Agh!
Damian: ....
Danny: Mr. Wayne Al Ghul! I-ugh- hello! I mean, good afternoon, sir. I ugh-
Damian: Silence
Danny: Yes sir.
Damian: I heard everything, and while I normally find lies distasteful, I find your parents endearing. It could benefit my family. I shall give you aid in your facade.
Danny: What?
Damain: My father recently had surgery on his right hip- a accident on our extreme skiing trip- and refuses to listen to our family doctor. He will not get the proper bed rest he's been ordered, but he would if you acted like his very upset husband with visting in-laws.
Danny: I- Mr. Wayne would never agree to that.
Damian: You seem to believe Father has a choice.
Danny: I-
Damian: I messaged Richard about the plan. He's gathering my siblings' support as we speak. When you arrive after dinner with your family, Father will have no time to deny anything. We shall trap him in social expectations. By the way, you are Timothy's safe queer adult who was there for him in the early years of his self-discovery journey and now he wants to help you. Its how we guilt trip father.
Danny: I can't lie to Bruce Wayne like that!
Damian: It's too late. Timothy already made a shirt of your face with the words "My Gay Yoda" on it. Your path has been chosen.
Danny: What-
Jack: Danny? Who's this?
Damian holding out his arms for a hug: Grandfather, I am Damian, Father's and Dad's youngest.
Jack: Damian! Its so nice to met you. Call me Gran-papa! *crushes him in a bear hug*
Damian in the most monotone voice ever: Gran-papa, I can not feel my arms.
Maddie: Aren't you just the cutest! Danny used to say the same thing at your age whenever his dad hugged him. I'm your Gran-mama, by the way! JAZZ COME MEET THE BABY!
Danny in a horrified whisper: Did my boss trap me in my own web of lies?
Honestly, Tvyek is pretty miraculous. It’s permeable to water vapor but not to water, it’s nearly impossible to tear, but can be easily cut. It’s cheap and made entirely without binding chemicals. In addition to being used for wristbands, it’s used to wrap construction sites to keep out water during construction, for tear-resistant envelopes at Fed-Ex, coveralls for mechanics, and my wallet, actually.
Fun tip, though it looks like paper, Tyvek is plastic, and cannot be recycled with paper.
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:
“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”
“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”
Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”
“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”
“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”
To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.
“Grace want this liquid for celebration.”
“Of course.” They scan it. “You have wrong liquid. This contain compounds which are poisonous for humans.”
“Yes yes yes. Grace say humans like feeling of being slightly poisoned.”
Happy pride month specifically to folks on the asexual and aromantic spectrum who oftentimes feel isolated and left out of the conversation. You belong here as much as the rest of us and I hope that you are all loved in a way that is comforting to you.
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