#Bracket Clamp

[fixdex-fastening-technology]

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[kamuishiro]

never forget it's canon

[practicalsolutions]

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[pseudowho]

18+, MDNI, Shinazugawa Sanemi is a filthy monster

Full of hot air. Annoying piece of shit, waste of time--

You and Sanemi approached the safehouse, scraped and bloody and pissed off. You felt every scrap of annoyance as an electric frisson over your skin, made irritatingly worse every time he brushed against you.

You stuck a palm out, trying to shove him further away from you, and only succeeded in shoving yourself further from him, so bizarrely immovable was he. His face, already stormy, snarled.

"What's your fucking problem?"

"Stay out of my space Shinazugawa--"

"--you're the one fucking staggering--"

"--yeah, well, it's hard carrying the whole team--"

Sanemi laughed, mirthless. Now bracketed by arching wisteria, in a tunnel to the door, he hammered his fist on dark wood, turning his back to you.

"Yeah, alright kid, the circus called--"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Shinazugawa--"

"--yeah, yeah, they want their clown back--"

The pair of you were too busy bickering, sniping and biting, to thank the elderly woman who let you in. She rubbed a single wizened hand down her face.

As you stormed away to the baths, the old woman caught Sanemi, saying something to him that made him spit feathers, apoplectic and vengeful. You didn't care to listen, and instead shut the sliding door, sunk yourself into the awaiting hot bath, and stuck your head briefly underwater to scream.

Somewhat calmed, but still brittle and fractious, you encased your body in a fine white robe, leaving your clothes aside to be de-bloodied by the house staff. Stepping out, you were greeted by the old woman who had welcomed you inside.

"Come along, dear. It's a good thing you two are married, I only had one room--"

You frowned, uncertain, and about to open your mouth to argue back before being unceremoniously shoved into a room, the woman a little too eager to escape from you before you could throw vitriol at her.

You turned on the spot, flustered, in a handsome traditional room. A large, squashy bedroll lay upon the floor...and Sanemi sat upon it, looking pugnacious and nonchalant.

"...get out of my fucking room, Shina--"

"Shut the fuck up. It's our room for the night."

You faltered, short-circuiting and drawing your robe closer to yourself, feeling so naked. Sanemi continued, stripping his uniform top off, throwing it aside. You felt yourself flush hot from head to toes, despite yourself, at his chest and back, all hewn stone and sculpture. He still didn't look at you as he continued.

"They only had one room. They were about to turn us away, so I convinced them we're married. You're welcome."

You fizzlecracked with rage, burning with mortification.

"You? Married to you?"

Sanemi bristled, offended. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean--"

"Oooo I'm your little wifey now am I? Lucky little Sanemi, so fortunate to have such a lovely wife protecting him in battle--"

"--you are such a pain in the ass--"

"--I'll be your dutiful wife, shall I? Here, let me take your clothes, dear one, I shall wash them--"

Sanemi stood slowly now, his shoulders hunched beneath something dark, approaching you like a tiger on the hunt. You continued your relentless mockery, furious at having to share a room with him, as if you could hide how badly you dreamed of him at night, when you weren't tearing each other to shreds--

"--cook meals for you, rub your shoulders and listen to all your woes. Such a perfect little wife--"

You felt yourself shoved back to the wall, squeaking as Sanemi's sweat and blood filled your nose. One strong hand clamped over your mouth, a forearm planted above your head. He panted, seething under your constant barrage of abuse.

His voice was so low, you could barely hear but for the tickle of his breath on your neck, and you shivered to feel him lock you in place, planting a knee between your legs.

"Yeah. That's it. You'll be my little wife. And I'll be your doting husband...if you don't want to sleep in the fucking forest for the night."

You trembled, raising your hands to press weakly at his chest, certain you couldn't hide it now, the longing behind the mockery--

Sanemi didn't move, a shudder running through him as your palms grazed against his nipples. His voice continued, gravelly under the strain of your plush body, caged against his.

"I'll listen to you tell me about your day...and I'll be interested, too. I'll actually listen."

You felt a blush smatter across your breasts, barely contained by your robe and not unnoticed by Sanemi as he continued.

"I'll tell you I missed you...and you'll take the piss out of me like always, but it's just because you missed me too and can't find the words to say it."

Your breaths came hot and fast, tear-filled eyes glimmering up at him as he deconstructed you, foreplay through playing house.

"And I'll pull you close...much closer than this...more like this--" Sanemi pressed his whole body flush to yours, and you groaned. Sanemi caught it in his palm, feeling his cock harden against his thigh at you, trapped like a little rabbit beneath him.

"And I'll kiss you...until you're squirming, and begging me for more. And I'm a devoted husband, so I'll undo your robe...and slip my hands inside to squeeze you so hard, you bruise, until you're all wet and peachy for me..."

Your head swam, feeling yourself wetten as if by some Pavlovian magic. You clamped your thighs around Sanemi's knee, his eyes dark to feel the heat of your empty core against him.

"...and I'll get you ready with my fingers...'cos I'm big, y'know? And you're great at taking me...but I like to feel your cunt shaking around my hand, while I fuck you with it."

Your fingernails pressed crescents into his pecs, now, supple and pliable against the wall as he fucked the fight out of you with his words, all this time just tearing each other to shreds just to avoid telling him and now what for if it never worked all along were you always so fucking obvious--

"And then...I'll use some of that soaking little pussy cream to cover my cock, jack it off it a few times to get it ready for you, but I'll lick the rest off 'cos I know you like that--"

You moaned into Sanemi's palm, squirming hard enough to free one breast, and Sanemi cursed under his breath, his voice rough and wavering as he drank down your trembling curves.

"...and 'cos I'm your husband...I'll fuck into you all at once. And I'll fuck you, and fuck you, until you're yelling out my name, but it won't be Shinazugawa anymore 'cos that's your name, too, wife, it'll be Sanemi instead...or something like that, anyway, 'cos I'll be honest, you'll be too fucked out to talk properly when my cock's splitting you in half. Finally. A way to shut that fucking potty mouth of yours."

Your hands trailed up his chest, beginning to wrap around his neck, involuntarily rubbing your clit over his knee with a shaking moan, throbbing with the promise--

Sanemi released you, stepping away abruptly, leaving you cold and gasping and wet against the wall.

"As your husband, anyway. Not that I am. So shut the fuck up...and go to bed."

You sunk to the floor, stunned and speechless, unable to form a single comeback. You gasped up at Sanemi, his back to you as he undid his hakama. His head, all ruffled white spikes, came up once more with an ah! of realisation, and he shot his final, critical hit.

"...and I'd cum inside you. Obviously. Doting husbands like you all round and pretty and full of their seed, right?"

[gudmould]

Key Points of Injection Mold Design for Outer Bracket of Imager

Product of external bracket of imager is shown in Figure 1. Maximum dimensions of product are 213.00 mm * 148.95 mm * 41.28 mm; average thickness of plastic part is 3.00 mm, material of plastic part is ABS, shrinkage rate is 1.005, and weight of plastic part is 122.76 grams. Technical requirements for plastic parts are that there should be no defects such as peaking, underfilled injection…

[showerscreenseals]

Learn the Versatility of Polished Satin Stainless Steel Rigi Clamp and Hand Rail Brackets

Polished stainless steel hand rail brackets and satin stainless steel rigi clamps are two essential components in building and construction. They are versatile, and durable and offer both functional and aesthetic benefits. These materials are used in a wide range of applications, from securing handrails in buildings and structures to supporting pipes and tubing in industrial, commercial, and construction settings. Let us explore the various uses of polished stainless steel hand rail brackets and rigi clamps, how they are beneficial in different applications, and how their corrosion and rust resistance feature makes them suitable for both outdoor and indoor use.

Hand Rail Brackets

Polished stainless steel hand rail brackets are commonly used to support and secure handrails in various types of buildings and structures. They are especially useful in staircases, decks, and balconies, providing a stable and secure surface for people to hold onto while ascending or descending. These brackets are also frequently used in architectural and design applications, as they offer a sleek and modern look that is well-suited to minimalist interiors. The polished stainless steel material is resistant to corrosion and rust, making it ideal for both indoor and outdoor use.

Rigi Clamps

Rigi clamps, on the other hand, are designed for a different purposes. These brackets are used to securely attach and support metal pipe, tubing, or conduit. They are typically used in industrial, commercial, and construction settings to support pipes and tubing that are used for plumbing, ventilation, and electrical systems. These clamps are specially designed to grip onto the metal pipes and tubing, providing a secure and stable attachment point. They are also made from durable materials, such as stainless steel, which ensures that they can withstand the rigours of daily use.

In conclusion, polished stainless steel hand rail brackets and rigi clamps are essential components in building and construction. These materials are versatile and durable and offer both functional and aesthetic benefits. They are used in a wide range of applications and are suitable for both indoor and outdoor use. Whether you need to secure handrails or support pipes and tubing, these materials are an excellent choice.

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[syneilesis]

[fic] After Dark

After Dark

Love and Deepspace | Sylus (Qin Che) x Main-Character!Reader | Explicit | 675 words | ao3 link

Sylus eats you out.

A/N: This fic is just Sylus performing cunnilingus on you (f!MC). That's it. That's the fic.

“Still there?”

His dusk voice cleaves through the thick, musky air, and your mind rings a warning. You try to jerk away, but a hand slides down your thigh, grips your hip. In the dimly lit room, Sylus's touch burns like phoenix fire, a rebirth of your senses, hot with relish.

Your stomach tightens, a gasp escapes.

“Surely that's not all you can take.” Bracketed by your trembling thighs, his head lowers. Murmurs against your mound, “The night is still young, I haven't even started.”

“Sylus—”

A light kiss, and your eyes shut. All you can do right now is lie there naked, Sylus between your legs, and sob from sheer pleasure. He parts your folds with his tongue and licks up a stripe, kisses your clit. Sucks. He hums like he enjoys your reactions, like he's planned this for a while now. The hand on your hip moves towards your middle, and his thumb gives a light press, slides downward.

“Sylus—”

“Didn't I say that I can do this all night?” When he lifts his head to look at you, his mouth and chin shine with your slick and his saliva. And there must be something in your expression, because he smirks wickedly and makes a slow, savoring show of licking his lips—and something inside you sparks into life, one of your thighs twitching against his cheek.

Urgent: “Sylus, I—”

His other hand on your thigh: fingertips ghostly dancing down, down, down, goosebumps in their wake. Sylus maneuvers so his thumbs open you, and under his heavy, molten gaze you feel vulnerable, shy. It makes you want to clam shut.

Sylus notices. “None of that,” he says. Commands. A kiss on your inner thigh, followed by a nip, before he fully feasts on you.

Sylus eats you out like you're a challenge he has to conquer—it's all about the victory and the reward. All your moans, your whimpers, your sighs—his name on your lips—they fill the silence of the room along with the wet sounds his mouth makes as he brings you to an unceasing wave of pleasure.

His tongue enters you and mimes the act of intercourse, a sound forming in his throat, low and carnal that you can't help but clamp your thighs together, trapping his head.

His laughter, rich and dark, reverberating inside you.

He's relentless, merciless, even as you cry his name and your hips roll, erratic, your back arching off the bed, your hands desperately clawing the sheets. Pleasure like electricity, pleasure like heat, cresting and cresting under his mouth, his clever and wicked tongue.

“Sylus, Sylus, Sylus—”

All he responds with is a groan, but the roughness of it—discomfort and desire wrapped in a layer of crumbling control—is what undoes you. Aching tightness, and then release, the pleasure like a landslide overwhelming you and burying you under it. You don't realize that you're screaming his name, tears streaking down your face, senses blind to everything except the pleasure, and his mouth.

When you come to, you see Sylus leaning back, panting, wiping his mouth with his knuckles, harsh satisfaction in his grin. His eyes find yours, and that smile widens, sharpens.

“Phenomenal?” He's goading you, you know, teases a reaction out of you, but you're too wiped out to even summon a word. He chuckles at that and, in a fit of roguish inspiration, drags his tongue across the length of each of his fingers, tasting your slick.

That yanks a whimper out of you.

“I'll be nice to you,” he goes on, moves to align his body with yours, and you can feel his cock, hot and hard and straining. “I'll let you catch your breath first. But after that …”

He pauses, appears to think for a moment, but then he kisses you, open and wet and thrilling.

“After that,” he says once you both part for air, “you better get ready.”

Then he moves to your ear. His breaths warm, tickling; you shudder.

Sylus whispers: “Because I'm just getting started.”

[iamthecomet]

𝔐𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔶 𝔇𝔞𝔶 𝔒𝔫𝔢: ℭ𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔄𝔤𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

Pairing: Raindrop Rating: G Words: 885 Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

Rain finds it hard to look at Dew when he’s like this. Hyper focused. Hands full. A little furrow dug in between fair eyebrows. Tongue pinned between his fangs, poking out just enough. Corners of his lips pulling down as he really gets into it. The world dissolving around him. 

It makes Rain want to kiss him. Or strangle him. Both. He should look away. They’re doing the sort of parallel play that they always do after a tour winds down. Instrument maintenance in an otherwise empty practice room. Dew cleaning and restringing guitar after guitar. Making little changes to help him out next time–things that are still fresh on his mind since they’ve only been home a few days. 

Dew’s sitting on the floor, cross legged. Guitar on his lap. Fingers flying over the frets. Headphones on–whatever he’s playing piped into his head alone. Rain gave up on his bass a while ago. It’s restrung, it’s clean. He has other things he could do–practice. Work on the little things he kept fumbling over. Start plucking out new bass lines for the album Papa says they need written write away. But he doesn’t bother.  He can’t imagine anything else he’d rather do than watch Dew. 

Dew’s one crooked fang digs into his lip when he really concentrates. He’s bent over the guitar now, head bobbing. Foot bouncing where it’s trapped beneath one of his skinny thighs. 

Rain loves to watch him play. He doesn’t get to often. Even when they practice it feels like a performance. And Rain has to focus on hitting all his marks, and not falling up the stairs, and not fucking up the song. And Dew–in those cases–isn’t like this. Isn’t small and quiet and himself. He is a persona on stage–most of it true to life, but this feels more genuine. 

And, he’s fucking adorable. The fans will never see him like this–Dew would see it as a weakness. Rain thinks that’s stupid but secretly he’s glad he gets to call this version of Dew his. 

He stands–he can’t help it. Can’t wait anymore. He puts his bass away. Dew doesn’t notice or look up–engrossed in his guitar, in the music. Head swaying, whisps of long golden hair coming loose from the bun at the back of his head to fall over his cheeks. Rain sits down behind him. Brackets Dew with his legs, careful not to bump the guitar as he does. He presses his chest right up against Dew’s chest, hands slipping down to rest at Dew’s waist. Gentle. 

He smells like weed and cinnamon. Rain inhales. Dew leans back against him a little. That’s the only indication Rain gets that Dew knows he’s there at all. That’s ok, Rain doesn’t really want attention. He just wants to watch. 

He hooks his chin over Dew’s shoulder and casts his eyes down. Watches those lithe fingers fly over the frets. Rain can hear the headphones now–can tell he’s practicing Phantom of the Opera solos–a song they’ve never even played live. Leave it to Dew to be the over achiever. Rain turns his head to look at Dew’s profile. Sharp cheekbones. Furrowed brow. A little peek of pink tongue sticking out between his fangs–both of them really digging into that bottom lip now. 

Rain wants to press his thumb to it–pull it free. But that seems–invasive. Distracting.  He nuzzles against him instead, tucking his face into Dew’s neck and shuffling as close as he can, like he wants to crawl into Dew’s skin with him. 

Dew picks up a raspy purr. It’s quiet–but Rain feels it. He’s not even sure Dew knows he’s doing it. Satanas he’s adorable like this. It’s unfair. Criminal. Rain can’t stand it. 

Before he realizes he’s doing it he’s opened his jaw and clamped down on the juncture between Dew’s neck and shoulder. He can’t help it–he doesn’t even know why he’s doing it. He just knows if he doesn’t put Dew in his mouth and rattle him around like a chew toy right now he’s going to lose it. 

Dew jolts.  “What the fuck, dude?” 

Dew stops playing, rips the headphones off, he looks down at Rain. Furrow in his brow gone now–instead his eyebrows are up by his hairline. The puzzled look on his face doesn’t help. Rain bites down a little harder before he gets a hold of himself again. 

“Sorry,” Rain mumbles, unlatching his jaw to talk. He wants to dig in again. Wants to sink his teeth in and carry Dew around in his jaw for the rest of eternity. 

“You bit me,” Dew laughs. He’s looking at Rain like he’s lost his mind–maybe he has. But the way he reaches over to tuck a dark curl behind Rain’s ear makes the water ghouls heart swell. Doesn’t matter if Dew thinks he’s insane, because Dew loves him all the same. 

Rain nuzzles against him again. “You looked cute,” he mumbles.

Dew blinks at him, that little crease in his eyebrow comes back as he works it out in his head. But he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t stop purring. If anything, he leans more of his weight onto Rain. Rain’s purr kicks up in return. 

Dew sighs. “Just…not so hard next time.” 

Rain huffs out a little laugh, “no promises.”

[taghardwareca]

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[marthilomart]

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[cantfuckbracket]

Welcome to the Can't Fuck Bracket, where YOU vote for the character who has the most unfuckable swag

Do you love characters that don't fuck? Characters whose dicks would make U-turns and whose pussies would clamp itselves shut if they ever came close to performing a sexual act? Characters who would try to fuck and end up leaving snot all over their poor partner? Characters who have never ever ever made their partner cum? Well, this bracket is for you!

Submit and vote for YOUR favorite unfuckable characters and let's find out who Tumblr crowns the least fuckable of them all!

Rules and clarifications:

"Can't fuck" is different from "doesn't want to fuck". This is about characters who either suck at sex or could never find a willing partner, not asexual/sex-repulsed characters

This is also not about being a virgin or inexperienced, this is for characters who could fuck a billion times and would still suck at it

You can submit both your beloved blorbos who have 0 game and characters you hate with a passion

"Can't fuck" can mean both "could never find a willing partner" and "would suck shit ass in bed". It's up to you

Last year's contestants are only eligible if they did not make it past the group stage. So check that your submission isn't featured in this post to make sure they're eligible!

Goofy from Disney will also not be accepted. I've seen things I can't unsee

No real people unless they've been dead for at least 100 years.

"Being dead" is not in itself a reason to be considered unfuckable, otherwise this would become a deadguybracket 2.0. It's fine if that's mentioned but it can't be the only reason

Propaganda is not only encouraged, I'd say it's the whole point! You can tag me in it and I'll reblog it

Be nice to each other and also to me. I'm just making a silly little poll. It's not life and death. Also I have other things going on in my life

You can diss your opponents if you want but practice common sense when doing so

And that's all... For now! You can use this form to submit your characters! Go crazy go stupid!

[rentsturner]

Obsessed - A.T. drabble

professor!Alex Turner x reader (but its so subtle, it could be any Alex x reader pairing)

warnings: cockwarming, oral sex (m receiving), pet names, praising, teensy bit of facefucking, fluff at the end, soft dom Alex, sub reader (ish)

a/n: @ohladymoon gave me motivation to finish this and helped when I was stuck so thank you <3. Its mostly smut - enjoy

Your books and notes are sprawled out across the table, laptop open on a lecture, your back aching as you hunched over the screen. Actually, it isn’t just your back that is aching. Your head feels like it's in a clamp, your hands are cramping from gripping your pen so tightly, and your eyes are throbbing. You don’t know how long you’ve been studying for, just that you’ve been sitting at Alex’s dining table since 11am, and it’s now dark outside. 

You're not alone at least. Alex is sitting at the other end of the table, reading glasses on as he slowly marks essays, occasionally bringing the end of his pen up to his lips to nibble on it while he’s thinking. His hair is soft and fluffy, not having bothered to put any gel in it when he knew he was just going to be spending the day working with you. 

You haven’t spoken for a few hours, just the odd ‘yes, please’ or ‘no, thank you’ when Alex offers to make you a cup of tea. 

‘Maybe you should take a break, darling.’ Alex breaks the silence. You look up from your notes to see him gazing across the table at yours, leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks serious.

‘No, this will only take me another hour or so, it’s fine.’ You’re determined to finish your work, despite the ache behind your eyes.

‘You’ve rewatched the last ten minutes of that lecture about 4 times. It’s driving me crazy, and I imagine you’re not feeling great either.’ He chuckles. ‘Come on, tell me you really don’t want a break.’ 

You sigh. He’s right. The words on the notepad in front of you are merging into one scribbled blur and every word the lecturer says is just going in one ear and out the other. You aren’t getting any meaningful work done. Maybe you should take a break. To be honest, what you really want right now is to cuddle up with Alex on the sofa. 

‘Can we go lie down then? Please?’

‘Sorry, baby, got to finish marking these. Should be another half an hour.’ Alex goes back to looking at his papers, and your heart aches a little bit. You haven’t touched him for hours, and, for the two of you, that’s a long time to go without. You and Alex are usually very clingy, making up for having to hide your relationship in class by always being with each other behind closed doors. You’re practically attached at the hip. You had sat away from Alex today to try to minimise distractions while working, but now you’re desperate to hold him again.

‘But, Al, I wanna be with you.’ You pout, knowing that it’s Alex’s weakness. You just want his attention.

‘Aw, you feeling needy, baby?’ Alex raises a brow, teasing you.

You huff, not talking back because if you do, Alex will probably call you a brat and you’ll be much less likely to get what you want. But you won’t give up completely. It’s a fine line.

‘Just wanna be close to you.’ 

Alex puts his pen down, thinking for a few moments before turning his gaze back to you. He has a little glint in his eye, and you can tell he’s got an idea brewing.

‘Want to keep me warm then?’ 

You nod eagerly, knowing what Alex means straight away. You’ve done this before, when you were feeling especially needy but Alex was in a zoom meeting. 

‘Alright, baby, grab a cushion then, yeah?’ 

You smile and close your laptop, pushing your notes into a semblance of a pile, before going and getting your favourite cushion from the sofa. You shuffle back over to Alex, who’s pushed his chair back from the table to make room for you. You drop the cushion under the table and sink down, making yourself comfortable. 

Alex shuffles himself forward so he can still reach his essays easily, his legs now bracketing you on either side. It’s comfortably dark under the table, the dim light easing the pain in your eyes. You feel sleepy already.

‘Alright, behave now, ok? Don’t distract me.’ Alex looks down at you, his eyes stern, stroking your hair gently with one large hand. He reaches down to your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. ‘You ready?’

You nod eagerly, but Alex tuts and shakes his head.

‘Use your words, baby.’

‘Yes, Al. Please.’ 

He nods and smiles, stroking your hair once more before moving his hands to his belt, unbuckling it. He unzips his trousers, his hands moving far too slowly for your liking. 

Finally, he pulls his cock out, pumping it a few times. It’s still soft, but that doesn’t mean that your mouth isn’t watering at the sight of it. 

You look up at Alex, making eye contact with him to silently ask permission. He smiles, and you dip your head, suckling on his tip before slowly taking all of him into your mouth, or as much as you can fit anyway. Even soft, Alex’s cock is an impressive size. 

You hum around him as you feel him pressing hot and heavy on your tongue. His smell and taste is all encompassing and so familiar. You can’t help but bob your head and little, swirling your tongue teasingly around him. You can feel Alex’s cock beginning to stiffen, forcing your mouth to open a little wider around his girth. 

Alex pats your head gently. 

‘Alright, settle down. Let me finish these papers, you relax, baby.’ 

You do as you’re told, relaxing your jaw to take more of him into your mouth, then resting your head on Alex’s thigh, feeling his muscle tense a little under your cheek. He’s warm and solid, the fabric of his trousers silky on your skin.

Your eyes start to fall closed, the feeling of Alex slowly throbbing in your mouth making you feel warm and safe. You love the way this position makes you feel, kneeling quietly between Alex’s legs. You just love being so close to him, and really, you can’t get closer than this. Every few minutes, Alex’s hand dips down to card his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp. You can feel your headache fading away, the tiredness you’ve been holding at bay for the past few hours finally catching up with you. You close your eyes.

- * - * -

You wake up to Alex tugging your hair, his breath coming hard and fast as he looks down at you with blown out eyes. 

“Fuck, baby.”

You slowly come back to reality, feeling the drool dripping down your chin and onto your knees as Alex’s now very hard cock stretches your mouth open. You taste the salty tang of his pre-cum at the back of your tongue, his length hot and throbbing in your mouth. You widen your eyes up at Alex, who’s breathing heavily as his hands card through your hair, essays obviously abandoned.

“Have a good nap, baby?” He manages to huff out, and you nod as much as the grip he has on your hair will allow.

“Yeah, well you really seemed to like teasing me in your sleep. Fuck.” his hips buck slightly, pushing his cock further into your throat and you try not to gag, swallowing tightly around his tip instead. He groans lowly, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling.

“Think you need to finish what you started, princess, hm?” Alex looks back down to you, his eyes black, pupils blown, a few wrinkles on his forehead as his eyebrows knit together in a slight frown. A few strands of his fluffy hair fall gracefully over his forehead, before he pushes them back quickly with one trembling hand. 

You nod again, before getting to work. The sounds echoing round the room are obscene, suckling and slobbering as you bob your head up and down Alex’s length, hollowing your lips as best you can around his girth. You feel him twitch in your mouth, an accompanying moan slipping out of Alex’s mouth. His grip tightens on your hair, pulling you down further on his cock while his hips begin to grind against your face. Your nose is pressed into his pubes, and you feel yourself growing lightheaded but the sensation of Alex’s wet, hot cock sliding in and out of your lips, hitting the back of your throat is practically heavenly. 

You pull yourself off his length and Alex’s hand on your hair loosened, recognising that you need some air. You wipe the drool dripping down your chin with your hand and then use it to pump his cock, your hand gliding softly over his velvety skin. You dip your head to take his balls in your mouth and Alex gasps as you flick your tongue over them, sucking each one in turn before pulling off with a pop.

Alex heaves in a breath, panting. “Gonna come, baby, need to come in your mouth.” 

You nod eagerly, kitten licking his tip, then relaxing your jaw to take him down your throat again. You barely even need to bob your head before a string of expletives work their way out of Alex’s mouth, a hand on either side of your head as his hips stutter. You feel his seed before you taste it, coating the back of your throat like a balm. You swallow it down eagerly, feeling his cock twitch and throb as he releases his load. 

You keep him in your mouth, licking and suckling softly as he softens slowly. His hands are still trembling, stroking your hair gently as he comes down from what must have been a rather good orgasm. 

“Fuck…” He sighs, his hand coming to grip your chin gently and push you off him. He tucks himself back into his trousers, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Your legs are stiff from kneeling for so long, but as soon as you're settled on his thighs, his fingers begin kneading your muscles, working out the tension and knots that have built up. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, feeling his pulse still hammering in his neck. 

“So good, baby,” Alex croons, burying his face in your hair. “So good for me, such a good girl.”

You smile at his praises, bringing your hand to his so your fingers can intertwine, breathing in his scent, the smell of sweat and sex mixing with his cologne. 

“Can we cuddle now, Al?” 

“Course, baby. Want me to carry you to bed?”

thanks for reading hope yous enjoyed :)

[mizusstrap]

winner takes all

there’s nothing mizu likes quite as much as a rough fuck after a successful spar — successful being her on top. you scowl at her from below, impatiently bucking your hips.

“alright, you win, now get off me,”

mizu glances at you with that infuriatingly unbothered expression of hers, the ghost of a smirk over her mouth. the only sign of your tussling from moments ago are a few strands of loose hair around her face.

“and if i don’t? you did lose, after all.”

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a/n: spicy mizu x reader fic. reader is gender neutral for the most part, with some gentle hints that they are transmasculine. bit of dom/sub dynamics, topping from the bottom, touch of degradation, healthy dose of mizu getting fucked like she deserves<333

r18+. unbeta’d, please message me if you catch anything or want to talk shop ;)

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there’s nothing mizu likes quite as much as a rough fuck after a successful spar — successful being her on top. you scowl at her from below, impatiently bucking your hips.

“alright, you win, now get off me,”

mizu glances at you with that infuriatingly unbothered expression of hers, the ghost of a smirk over her mouth. the only sign of your tussling from moments ago are a few strands of loose hair around her face.

“and if i don’t? you did lose, after all.”

the jab is loaded with tension. that, along with the glimmer in mizu’s eyes, is enough to signal her intentions.

you squeeze her thighs where they’re still bracketed strongly around your hips. two can play at this game.

“then i guess i’ll have to fuck you right here,” you offer, “until you’re riding down on my fingers and begging me to bend you over something instead.”

mizu inhales sharply but covers it with a laugh. “bold of you to assume the loser would get to do the fucking,”

“really?” you ask, starting to undo the knots on the front of mizu’s pants, “don’t you think it’s fitting that the loser should serve you? that he should bear your weight while you take your pleasure as you please?”

you sneak your hand into mizu’s pants and find that she’s already wet. she gasps quietly at your touch, but still she hesitates. how like her to not want to seem too eager.

“come on now, you know i’m right,” you continue, circling her entrance with two fingers as you squeeze her thigh with your free hand, “it’s a punishment in its own way; with you on top of me i can’t touch myself,”

you lick your lips. the thought of such denial makes your own arousal throb between your legs.

“winner takes all, mizu,” you challenge, “take me. your reward.”

you curve your fingers the instant mizu sinks down onto them with a moan. the way her eyes roll back into her head at that first moment of penetration is your favorite — quickly followed by the way she grabs at your wrist, silently ordering you for more.

she starts to ride your fingers in earnest, building up to a rhythm she likes before rubbing frantically at her clit in time with each motion of her hips.

“fuck,” she moans, tossing her head back, “oh, fuck, there.”

you can feel the spot in question, the walls of her pussy squeezing dangerously tight around your fingers. your own throbs with sympathy, desperate for any kind of relief from the arousal lighting your insides on fire.

mizu clamps one hand over her mouth, groaning into it.

“close already?” you taunt, “that didn’t take much.”

her eyes flash towards you before her hand is suddenly covering your mouth instead of hers. she sneers at you. “shut. up.”

your hips buck up violently.

“there’s a reason you’re underneath me now and you’d best not forget it,” she growls. the animosity of her panting and the rasp in her voice — fuck. you whine against her palm. “that’s right,” she breathes, “whimper for me, you little bitch.”

your fingers twitch inside of her and she moans, falling forward towards your chest. “that’s it,” she pants, “keep fucking me like that and i’ll come all over your hand. you can consider that your reward — getting to watch should be a privilege for you, my little toy.”

you whimper against her palm again. she’s riding your fingers fast and hard, just enough so that each thrust of her hips teases the barest amount of friction over your own arousal — but it’s not nearly enough.

“shit,” mizu gasps, straightening up sharply as the motions of her hand against her clit speed up. you feel her walls tense up around your fingers. “y/n, fuck, i—”

mizu tenses, all her muscles locking up in beautiful harmony before relaxing with a powerful shiver, a deep, broken groan squeezing its way past her gritted teeth. wetness trickles down your wrist as mizu rides out the last bits of her orgasm on you, savoring the aftershocks with gentle rolls of her hips. she swallows, catching her breath, and glances down at you. her hair is messier now, a few more strands having fallen out of place during your romp.

“is it so bad being a loser?” she asks, smirking. she still sounds a little winded.

“i’d lose every day if it meant getting my fingers inside you.”

a shiver goes up her spine, you can feel it where your hand and her body are still intertwined.

“hmm, round two? you might be able to beat me now since i just came,”

“hey—!”