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꩜ pair ; mr. reca x male reader

✧ tags ; taking intimate pictures, subbottom mr. reca, domtop reader, sex toys (vibrator usage), dacryphilia, edging, mentions of bites and bruises, slapping, begging

Photography was one thing, capturing fleeting moments not just in memory, but also in pictures. It was your passion, but using it during sex? It wasn’t something that you’d ever considered— at least, not until you met Mr. Reca.

Everything about him intrigued you, from his appearance and presence to the way he carried himself as one of the mighty director of the universe. But now, as you sat on your chair, camera in hand, the image before you couldn’t be further from his usual self.

You never intended to use it for anything beyond its original purpose. But things changed when he entered your world of art. Now, he wasn’t just a subject; he became the center of your existence, your muse in every sense.

As you scrolled through the various pictures, ignoring the cries and sobs that escaped from the man, the thought of imprinting him on every passion you hold dear makes you want to hold even his life. As if the mere click of the shutter was no longer just the sound of a photography being taken, but also the sound of you claiming him, capturing his essence, and weaving him into every piece of everything you loved.

It was a turn in your life you had never anticipated, a path you hadn’t intended to tread. But as you scrolled through the pictures on your camera, one caught your eye— a perfection. You pressed onto it, your thumb hovering for a brief second before marking it as a favorite.

“Mr. Reca,” you called softly, lifting your gaze from the camera to look at your beloved. He was on his knees on the bed, his flushed cheeks and parted lips betraying the pleasure that coursed through him as the toy vibrated deep inside of him. A whimper escaped him as he tilted his head toward you, the haze in his head interrupted by the sound of your voice.

“What do you think of this one?” You ask him, rising from your chair and holding up the camera to show him the photo you’d just taken a few moments ago. His hair was disheveled, his teary eyes rolled back, and drool dribbled down the corner of his mouth. His skin was flushed with red, adorned with bite marks and bruises. “Pretty good, don’t you think?” you teased with a grin. He tried to respond, but only a soft moan escaped him, his body trembling under your lustful gaze.

“Please, [YN],” he sobbed, his voice cracking under the weight of his desperation. Even saying your name was a struggle, not with the vibrator buried deep inside him, its medium setting relentlessly tormenting him, gazing those sensitive spits but never enough to tip him over the edge. “Please… let me cum,” he cried, his tear-streaked face turning up to you, eyes glossy with need. His pleading carried hope and prayer— a silent prayer for mercy.

However, you were not merciful. Instead, a sharp slap met his cheek, the sting making him gasp as his head snapped to the side. The sound echoed through the room, leaving only his broken sobs to fill the silence. “Not yet,” you murmured coldly, watching as his tears fell faster, his body trembling.

“Naughty boy,” you growled as you grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. His trembling lips parted, a soft gasp escaping him. “What did I tell you?” you frowned, your thumb pressing firmly against his lower lip, feeling the warmth of his shaky breath as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Master,” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. However, the apology wasn’t enough. Not for you. And he knew it.

“Master, please, I’m so sorry— ah!” His apology was abruptly cut off as a strangled cry tore from his throat. You had switched the vibrator to its maximum setting, the remote now in your hand where the camera was previously held. He didn’t even noticed the chance until now.

“Please! It’s— hng!— too m-much..! he begged, his voice breaking as his body convulsed under the vibrations. His hand clutched desperately at the sheets, knuckles turning white from the strain. He wanted to reach out, to touch you, but he didn’t dare. The unspoken rule hung heavy in the air— if he so much as laid a finger on you without permission, there would be consequences.

“It’s okay, puppy,” you cooed softly, a smile gracing your lips as you gently caressed his tear-streaked cheek. Your knee sank unto the soft mattress as you moved closer. “You can touch me,” you murmured, and his hands flew to your shoulders, gripping tightly.

You could feel him trembling and as your gaze lowered, you could see his cock twitch uncontrollably, aching for release. A sly smirk tugged at your lips as your hand lowered before slapping the tip of his cock, the sharp sound cutting through his cries.

His reaction was immediate— his head snapped back, his eyes rolling with a loud scream. His body convulsed, and he came. Hard. His release spilled out in thick pulses, his grip on your shoulders tightening briefly before his arms gave out, leaving him overstimulated as the vibrator further continued.

Finally, you turned the vibrator off, and he collapsed onto the bed. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, relief washing over his face when he thought that it was finally over. But that was short-lived.

Without warning, you grabbed his hips and flipped him over, positioning him on all fours. “W-wait—“ he was caught off as his flushed face pressed against the sheets as he whimpered, already overstimulated when he felt the tip of your cock on his rim. “I’d like to help myself,” you purred, slapping your cock against his asscheeks teasingly.

Suddenly, your cock slid deep inside him in one swift motion, his walls clenching instinctively around you, making you groan. A loud, broken moan escaped his lips as his body convulsed, and he came, again. His release spilled onto the sheets beneath him, his trembling arms barely holding him up as you began to move, arms wrapping around his fragile body as you continued to finally fuck him.

What a long night it will be.

[cutestcouch]

Please

⋆˚✿˖° A Drabble ⋆˚✿˖°

Stephen Glass x reader

Warnings: Dry Humping, cursing, Stephen whining, and crying, mommy kink, edging, tiny bit of degradation

Pictures and dividers from Pinterest ! Proof read,, and feedback is appreciated ! <3

‘ Fuck mommy.. please..’ he whined to you, hips rocking back and forth over your thigh. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, aching and straining in his jeans. The friction felt so good, but nothing compared to the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

You two returned not too long ago from a party, he’d been clingy per usual. But got bolder the more drinks he had, whimpering and whining in your ear like a little bitch. ‘ please what?’ You looked up at him, arms crossed as you made him do the work himself. He was desperate and you knew it, the both of you knew it.

He looked up at you, face looking pitiful and pathetic. He had been at this for an hour, the friction was good but he ached to be inside of you. But after that stunt he pulled at the party? It’s a miracle you’re even letting him use your thigh to get off. ‘ mommy please.. I’m sorry’

Everytime he even got remotely close to cumming you told him to stop. It had been an hour,, he felt like he was losing his fucking mind. His hips pathetically dragging and grinding his achingly clothed cock against your thigh.

‘ sorry? No, I don’t think you are..’ you pinched his nipple and he yelped, body shuddering with a whine. ‘ a-ah.. b-but I am, I’m really sorry please mama..’ His eyes pricked with tears, his mouth going down to wrap around your nipple. Swirling his tongue around the peak, suckling on it and looking up at you pathetically.

Your hand caressed the back of his neck, tugging at his hair and making him whimper. His hips moved faster, he was right there— he looked so helpless and you loved it. He bit his lip, eyes fluttering as he felt himself on the brink.

‘ Mommy please, please can I cum? Can I cum please? I need it— nghh.. need it so bad..’ His hips rutted faster on your thigh, fingers digging into the sheets. His eyes were just pleading with you, full of need and glazed over with pleasure.

‘ Yeah? Gonna cum in your pants like a little bitch?’ He whines, swiftly nodding his head. ‘Mhm yeah I.. Mmph,, gonna cum in my pants mama, can I do it— please?’

After staring at his face, making him freak out and cry a little at the aspect you’re gonna deny him again. ‘ fine, cum then.’ You shrugged.

Stephen’s hips stuttered, ‘yes yes— thank you mommy thank you— fuckkkkk’ he felt his cock twitch, and sparks of pleasure coursing through his body. His eyes rolled back, drool running down his chin as he threw his head back and loudly moaned. His thighs squeezed around yours, grinding his softening denim covered cock against your thigh.

He looked utterly blissed out, and you couldn’t do anything but deviously smile at him. Fingers tracing the dark print on his crotch, he shuttered at the feeling. ‘ That’s my sweet boy, you did so good for me baby.. So proud of you for following directions.’

He wiped his face, ‘ thank you mama..’ he looked back up at you with that needy look. ‘Can I make you feel good now, please?’

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Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist! Honestly not the proudest of this one, I hate it. It looks really lazily done ngl. I’m gonna do better next time ! <3

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Kinktober 2024.

Day 31 - A well deserved treat.

Tenya Iida x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: after a very long day on work, you decide that your husband also deserves a treat for all his hard work.

Word count: 2.1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, pro hero and husband!Iida, established relationship, swearing, reader in devil costumes, teasing, lap dance, oral (f!giving and receiving), breast fucking, eating cum, facial, slight handjob, slight masturbating, degradation, chair sex, floor sex, pet names, begging, multiple orgasms.

Tenya Iida had been working thoughoit the day, it had seemed that because of the day all the villains were out, or people seemed to lose their common sense and decency, so Iida had been out working from dawn till after dusk, however finally Iida was able to head home.

Walking through the front door of his house, “I’m home, was there many kids” he called as he slipped off his shoes and began heading down the hallway, just as he was passing the living room you spoke, “there was a few groups… I even saw a few Ingenium costumes…” you smiled however before Iida could respond you removed the large fluffy robe you were wearing, leaving you in nothing but a pair of heels, stockings and little red devil horns, “my devil costume was so pretty but so uncomfortable… I hope you don’t mind me like this” you hummed and confidently walked over to him.

You finally reached Iida and grabbed his work bag from him and dropped in off to the side before pulling him over to the armchair that face the large television mounted on the wall, you gesture for him to sit down and he did before you reached for the Tv remote and began playing sensual music, Iida looked at you half confused and half in shock, you stepped in front of him and smiled, before you turned and bent over, you bent your knees slightly and rested your hands on your upper thighs before you began slowly shaking your ass, “you’re such a good man, so kind and hard working…” you moaned as you looked back over your shoulder at him as his eyes were glued to your ass, “…you deserve a treat” you chuckled as you made your ass jiggle and shake as you move it up and down quickly before suddenly stopping.

You turned around and lifted a heeled foot on to the arm of the armchair before you slowly trailed a hand down your body to your cunt, you pressed three fingers over your clit and began rubbing it quickly, you moaned and rested a hand onto your husband’s shoulder, “I’ve wanted you in me all day…” you moaned and rolled your hips rapidly in time with your fingers, however just as your felt your high reaching its very peek you suddenly pulled your hand away and shuttered with a frustrated whimper, “we had sex twice before I left this morning, and you’ve still been desperate all day?” Iida hummed and you nodded with a grin while you bit your lower lip.

You began to move your legs so that they were kneeling on the arms of the armchair before beginning to wind and grind your hips, “your cock is just so addictive…” you smiled because running your fingers into the sides of his hair and pulling him into you, “I could live with it inside me forever, if only you’d let me” you moaned in his ear and the man grabbed your hips tight, “so you keep teasing me or you planning on actually giving me a treat?” Iida questioned and you laughed because climbing off the chair and kneeling before him.

Your hands swiftly undid Iida’s belt and pants, he hummed as you quickly pulled out his throbbing cock and began sucking his tip, you moaned at the taste of his pre-cum and pressed your thighs together, “it seems like this is more of a treat for you then it is for me, princess” he hummed and rubbed the back of your head, you whined and began taking him more and more, deep and deep down the back of your throat until your nose was pressed right into his nicely trimmed pubes and your bottom lip was brushing against his sack.

“Damnit… fucking Christ… shit” Iida grunted and his hips shuttered as he began cumming a large hot load in your mouth and down your throat, you pulled yourself off his cock and opened your mouth wide showing him the large amount of cum settled on your tongue, you spat some out and allowed it to drip down your chin onto your breasts, before you began rubbing his load into your skin, “it’s tasty and hot… but it feels so good all over my tits” you grabbed your breasts and shook them.

Your husband hummed and watched your breasts bounce and jiggle, “back down on your knees” Iida demanded and you complied before feeling him press your breasts together and move your hands to hold them like that, before he slipped his cock between the soft mounds, Iida held your shoulder and leaned up as he began thrusting his hips, you on the other hand knelt there and watched in awe as your husband thought of himself for the first time in a long time, he was doing what he really enjoyed because he could.

Iida reach a hand up to your hair and yank the little red devil horns off your head, before throwing them across the room, he tangled his fingers in your hair before gently pulling your head back so he could get a proper view of your face just as his next load shot out and over your nose, lips, chin and down your neck, “that’s so sexy… lick off yourself” your husband hummed as he watch you quickly wipe his cum up with your fingers before sucking them clean, you moaned and you rubbed your thighs together just as you finished licking yourself and Iida clean, “it seems I’m getting more treats then you” you giggle and rubbed your hands up and down his thighs and he hummed.

“Stand up” Iida demanded and you moved instantly, he stood up suddenly and you stumbled slightly however Iida caught your wrist and began pulling you out of the living room behind him, however you stopped moving and wrapped your arms around his waist, before you grabbed his semi hard member and began pumping it, “I don’t wanna stop playing with your big cock, Mr. Iida” you hummed and you felt him stiffen and his cock jump in except, “you’re a problem, a dirty, naughty, little problem” he hissed and grabbed your arm before roughly yanking you around to face him.

Iida looked down his nose at you and held your upper arm so tightly you swear they’d probably bruised, he however knelt down and ran his hands down with him before slipping them between your legs and around the backs of your thighs, before he lifted you onto his shoulders and stood suddenly, you gasped and grabbed onto the door just behind you, only to looked down at your husband and watch as his face disappeared in between your thighs, you moaned loudly as his tongue met your slit and his mouth moved over your pussy, “Mr. Iida, does my pussy taste so good you couldn’t wait to lay me down to eat it?” You huffed out and he grunted into your plush dripping wet folds as he solely focused on eating your cunt, “fuck it’s good… can I cum on your tongue, Mr. Iida?” You whined as you reached a hand forward and grabbed his hair while still holding the doorframe in the other, he grunted in approval which in itself sent a shockwave of pleasure through your clit and up your body, before you suddenly let go and you begin cumming, you thighs pressed his head tight, your hands tightened their grip and your body shuddered and shook, all while your pussy spasmed on his tongue and mouth, dripping and leaking all over his mouth.

You were swiftly placed down onto your shaky legs before Iida grabbed your upper arm and pulled you back towards the armchair, “I won’t be able to make it to the bedroom…” he grumbled and dropped to roughly into the armchair before without warning grabbed your legs and threw them both of the his right shoulder, he pushed your knees up over you and pressed them against the back of the chair, Iida hummed at the position he had folded you into, “you’re always so tight when I pressed your legs together like this” he smiled and used his thumb to pull apart your folds before he pressed his tip into you, “you want it all in… you think you can take it?” Iida questioned and you moaned out a high pitched ‘yes’, at the way his tip was already stretching you, before giving it anymore thought Iida slide in fully.

You screamed out loud as you scratched Iida’s arms, you gripped to his desperate and your cunt wrapped around him snuggly, he watched as your opening gripping him tightly and your outer walls dragged against his thickness with every movement, “so cute… my cute Mrs. Iida” he hummed and your head rested back on the chair, “or should I call you my little devil…” he chuckled before leaning in and kissing your neck up to your ear, “or maybe just my cum-slut” he whispered.

However desperate how hot and euphoric the sex and dirty talk was you could sense a little tension in his voice at that last name, it wasn’t like Iida to use language like that, it wasn’t like him you call you such dirty things, you reached up with a shaky hand and cupped his face, “don’t force yourself…” you took in a sharp breath as his shaft dragged against your g-spot, “…this it your treat… not mine, honey” you moaned and felt him nuzzle into your hand, before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him, effectively folding you farther in half as he lifted you slightly and moved you both to rest on the plush carpet on the floor.

Your legs hooked over Iida’s shoulders as you reached down and grabbed his buttocks, his hips moving in and out of you rapidly as he held your face in his hands, Iida watched tears stream down from your eyes as you moaned and whimpered about how good he felt, “You’re too cute, princess…” he moaned and kissed your forehead before wiping some of your tears away, “you’re so precious… I’m so lucky to have you” he hummed before he whispered your name against your lips, your body began to clench around him tightly as you felt the sweet release of an otherworldly orgasm sit itself in your lower abdomen and a pressure settle in your cunt, “I’m gonna cum, Tenya…” you cried and he hummed, “hold on sweet girl, I’m close… I’m so close, just waiting for me” he moaned and you reached your hands up his back, before digging your nails into his skin, “please hurry… I wanna feel your cum deep inside” you sobbed and your cunt squeezed around him tightly, “that’s it… yeah say it again” he huffed and his hips began lewdly clapping against yours, “I want your cum, pretty please Tenya” you begged and he grunted, as he grabbed your legs and leant back, Iida forced his cock deeper into you as he spread your legs wider about, he watched your body jolt was each of his hard thrusts, your breasts bounced, your head was thrown back and your legs shook and trembling so much your heels had fallen off, your face contorted into absolute blistering and pleasure as ecstasy pumped through your body, your hands balled into fists, back arched and you screamed out nonsense, the view before Iida was too much and he couldn’t hold himself back as he pressed deeply into you and wrapped a hand around your throat as the other pressed down on your mons, while his thumb quickly rubbed your clit, “yes baby… take in deep, keep everything drop inside” he hummed and gently pulled you into him.

Iida slowly stood and held you closely as he moved to sit on the armchair, he brushed his fingers through your soft hair and rubbed your back as he kissed your cheeks and lips, “You’re still throbbing inside” you hummed with a hoarse voice and your husband chuckled, “remember you promised you’d keep everything drop inside, I’m just helping” he hummed again your cheeks and your arms wrapped around his neck, “did it have to be so much, you already came twice why is there so much in me” you huffed and he laughed at your complaint, “I saved the biggest load to put inside you, don’t worry I’ll stay he all night long helping you keep my loads inside you” he nuzzled into your neck and before you could question why he said it like he had cum in you more then once he began moving you up and down his cock slowly.

“I’m still really hard, you’ll hold another load for me, right princess?” Iida smiled and you moaned as he began rubbing your clit slow, you nodded and moved your hips in slow circles, “I’ll take whatever treat you give me” you moaned.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 30 - Zeke Yeager: Lay off the drinks.

[blackdollette]

ive never made a request before im a bit nervy omg

but could u maybe do smth about like a sweet innocent little y/n meeting euro (or maybe even kappa) and he just wants to ruin her innocence and make her a total whore for him (maybe slight undertones of cnc IF youre comfortable with that)

K IM NERVOUS TY

don't be nervous, anon! thank you so much for reaching out & sharing your ideas!

"said i was flawless, true perfection." | euronymous

ridin'. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp@auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart@imoonkiss @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @k1ll3rh0rr0r @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @greenxgloss @wild-rose-35

female!reader x r!euronymous

word count: 1.7k

contents: blowjob, public sex, masturbation

who the hell thought it would be a good idea to sell lana del rey vinyls in a black metal record store?

business at the shop had been slow. euronymous sat behind the cashier, lighting himself a cigarette as the clock neared noon. he sighed deeply, putting his feet on the desk as he took the tv remote, flipping through channels mindlessly. he’d figured to take his break a little early. it didn’t seem like anyone was planning on showing up anyway.

the sun outside shone just a little too bright. euronymous groaned, standing up and making his way to the window to close the blinds. he peeked outside through the glass, the streets nearly empty with the exception of the occasion person strolling by. he grumbled, closing the shutters and rubbing a stressed hand over his face. he needed to make a sale, even if it was only one. all he needed was an angel from heaven to stroll by…

the bell above the door chimed, snapping euronymous out of his train of thoughts. “we’re off for break, man. come back in an hour.” he muttered. you froze in your tracks, raising an eyebrow. you cleared your throat and he glanced over at you. “i said get los-” he finally locked eyes with you, seeing a woman instead of his usual audience.

his eyes were wide with shock as they travelled down your body. you were just about the furthest thing from death metal he’d ever seen walk into the shop. it’s not like you were adorned in pastel rainbows, but he’d never expect someone like you to show up at a store like this.

he cleared his throat, walking back behind the desk as you began to stroll through the shop. “i don’t think we have the type of music you listen to, lady?” already at the section for the artist you were looking for, you looked at him. “you sure? cuz i think i see what i need right here.” you rolled your eyes, starting to flip through different albums as euronymous glared at you.

this new sale was already attracting all the wrong types of people. you looked like a doll, one meant to be used and destroyed by a ruthless owner. not wandering through a black metal store like it was your second home. silence filled the environment, much to your comfort but it made euronymous very uncomfortable. he’d been used to cracking conversations with whoever walked through the door, but he didn’t know how to go about that with you.

after taking a deep breath, he spoke. “everything going okay over there?” his words were forced, but you looked back at him with a smile. “going just fine, thanks.” your sweet words had a bite to them, like you were mocking him for something. he found himself getting intrigued about a person he had met less than a minute ago.

after what felt like an eternity, you picked 5 vinyls and took them to the cashier. you set them down in front of him, you two now less than a foot apart. he glanced at you as he rang up your items. “you come to places like this often, doll?” you swallowed hard, shaking your head. he added up the total before reading it out to you. “your total will be $401.59.” your eyes widened to the size of saucers. “400 dollars?! i don’t have that kind of money on me!” you bent over to read the total off his screen, your tight dress slipping down your chest slowly and revealing your cleavage to him.

your breasts waved right in front of his eyes and his breath grew shallow. your arousing scent filled his nostrils. he squirmed slightly in his seat, heart hammering in his chest. you were almost completely revealing your tits to him compeltely by accident. he had only know you for a few minutes and was already getting a taste of how naive you were.

his gaze bored into your chest until you stood upright again, picking at your fingernails. “i-i had no idea that these would be so expensive…” euronymous clasped his hands over his lap, a boner already sprouting underneath. “well you’ve gotta pay for them one way or another, lady.” he paused, a sinister idea brewing in his mind. “i’d hate to get the cops involved in our business.”

your heart stopped for a second as you frantically shook your hea.d “n-no, of course not…” you sighed deeply, trying to think of a way to get out of this situation. you looked right into his cold eyes, speaking so softly that he could barely hear you. “p-please, find it in your heart to help me out. i’ll… i’ll do anything…” that line alone was the perfect telltale of how much porn you watched, but maybe euronymous was the clueless one for not picking up on your obvious hints.

you fiddled with the thin chain aorund your neck, pouting slightly as his pupils dilated. he stood up from his seat with a small grin, extending his hand to you. “let’s step into my office, sweetheart. then we can talk business.” you nodded, taking his cold, pasty hand in yours as he walked you into the small room behind him, locking the door.

he looked at you right in your cartoon eyes, your face resembling one of a make-believe character that was too good to be true. he leaned against his personal desk, beckoning you to come closer to him. ou stood right infront of him, his arm slowly slithering around your waist. he spoke in a whisper, eyes locked on your nipples that barely poked out through your dress.

“you want those records real bad, don’t you?” you nodded, chest rising and falling slowly as you took deep reaths. his smile turned slightly sadistic as he pulled you into him, his breath hitting the cave of your ear. “then i’m going to make you work for it, whore…” you almost choked as euronymous grabbed the neck of your dress, tugging it down and making your tits pop out.

your gasped, your pierced nipples painfully erect. he kneaded your bugs between his fingers, making your knees go weak, much to his pleasure. the boner he had been fighting all this while was roaring to be let out, a mess of precum already spilling in his black jeans. “get on your knees, bitch.” you went down without protest, your face an inch away from his bulge. he grabbed the back of your head, bringing your lips to it and making you kiss him through the fabric, a low groan escaping his lips.

his dick throbbed and tiwtched through the denim, his body instantly reacting to your indirect touch. “tell me you want this cock, doll… say it.” you swallowed hard, gazing up at him trough your eyelashes as you spoke hoarsely. “i-i want your cock, sir…” you didn’t know what to address him as, so you went with the best choice. he smiled, his hand moving to unbuckled the weapon of a belt that was around his thin waist.

the metal clanged to the ground. he unbuttoned his jeans, biting his lip as his cock sprung out and slapping the base of his stomach, nearly hitting you in the face. you flinched, mouth gaping open. “i-it’s so big…” you whispered, making him chuckle. “and you’re gonna take every inch of it, you hear me?” you nodded, feeling a soaking sensation spreading in your panties.

he gave himself a few lazy pumps, connecting the tip with your lips. you opened you mouth slightly, not enough for him to fit himself in. he grabbed your jaw, forcing it open all the way before shoving himself all the way in. you gagged eyes welling with tears as he grabbed the side of your head.

he put on a fake pout. “aw, too big for you, angel?” his arrogance was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, but you let him have it. a deal was a deal. one you adjusted to his size, you slowly began to bob your head up and down his shaft, gazing up at him with shiny eyes. his core heated up as he listened to your lewd gagging and gurgling.

“you’re a natural, you nasty bitch…” his eyes shaded like a lust-filled haze, as if you were the only thing in the world right now. your hands felt completely useless in this whole ordeal, so you reach one underneath your dress, starting to touch yourself through your panties. you moaned softly, the vibrations feeling like pure bliss to him.

his hair feel into his face as profanities slurred out from him. he slammed his cock into your throat, not even lettinig you get a breath of air. but the pleasure outweighed the discomfort for you, your fingers coating in your liquids as you slipped your panties to the side. he noticed this in an instant, his voice growing shaky. “y-yeah… touch yourself for me, you slut…”

you used your other hand to fondle his balls as they slapped against your chin. his tip repeatedly rammed into your uvula, the slaty taste of his precum making your throat convulse around him. he used his thumbs to gently wipe the tears rolling down your cheeks. he forcefully fucked your face as you fingered yourself even quicker. his cock abosrbed your moans like a sponge, the feeling being better than anything he’d ever felt.

his moans becamemore intense and more frequent as the warmth of your throat took him in like a blanket. time began to go elastic as euronymous felt the pleasure getting to his head. the sound of your gurgling was intoxicating. you swirled your tongue around his girth, finally pushing him to the edge. he bit his lip, drawing blod as he whipped himself out of your mouth and shot his cum onto your tits like he was frositng a cake.

you panted as he the string s his you, a smile growing on your face. “such a dirty girl…” you licked his tip, cleaning off the last bit of cum and finishing him off. his breath was heavy like he just ran a marathon. you stood back up, tucking your tits back into your dress and trying not to ruin it with his cum.

euronymous slowly tucked his cock back into his pants, fixing up his hair as the sound of customers reminded him of where he was. he cleared his throat, looking at you deeply. “it was a pleasure doing business with you ma’am. enjoy the records, completely free of charge.”

author's note: back to shcool tomorrow :((

[tinydefector]

Kinktober Day 3 -Gags/Power play

Blaster x human reader

Word count: 720

Warnings: gags, vibrator, strap ons?, edging, denying.

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Day 2

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They sit rested on Blaster's chest, smiling down at him. Fingers dancing against the different buttons as he arches into the touch. The gag in his mouth doesn't do much to stop his talking due to being cybernetic. "You know you're meant to keep you quiet right" they tease, hand pressing on his eject button making the Cassette piece open. 

Blaster's circuits hummed with a mixture of amusement and delight as they teased and played with him, a muffled chuckle left him, his voice slightly distorted by the gag. "Hey now, don't go pressing buttons you shouldn't be touching," Blaster quipped, a hint of mischief in his tone. “Who knows what you'll do” 

A gasp leaves him as they run their hand along the inside of his player, pulling at what they could, watching for each little reaction form him. "Baby please, I want to have some fun, humour me please?" They coo softly. Blaster's systems buzzed with delight as he arched into each touch. His body is already heating, sending Energon racing through his lines. Despite being unable to move due to the cuffs restraining him, he found a strange thrill in their soft touch and teasing. 

With a hint of playfulness in his voice, Blaster responded, "Well, well, aren't you a bold one? Trying to have your way with a bot like me, huh?" His words carried a flirty undertone, a spark of mischief dancing in his audio receptors as his optic brows moved. 

"Baby, Gag means no talking" they call back to him. As they move back a little, enough to drag their hands down the cassette piece. “You look good all locked up like this." A smugness fills Blaster as he goes quiet, muting his vocalizer. If they wanted him quiet he'd comply. 

They slowly move standing up with the little remote in their hands, it makes a shutter run up his struts knowing full well the power they held in their much smaller hand, His frame jolts as they activate it. They drop back down on his chest, gripping onto him with a laugh as he jolts and a whine leaves him. Clicks and cogs clanging follow as he arches and rolls His helm back into the berth.

“Oh, I got myself a mechanical Bull!” They shout in amusement. Dialling up the speed of the vibrator which has Blaster bucking more as they hold onto him with each movement he makes. His valve clenches around the fake spike, eagerly grinding back into each pulse and movement. 

Blaster another loud whine comes out from around the gag, Blaster vocalizer glitches a bit as he shoots them a glare. Another buck comes from his hips as he bucks them forward earning a yelp from them as they fall forward on to him. It earns a laugh from them as he himself chokes back a muffled laugh. 

Blaster cooling fans strain under the dual stresses of overheating biocomponents and surging Energon. He tries to steady himself as the vibrating spike continues to make his valve ache and clench, transfluid slowly leaking out of him.

His optics flicker to the hand that moves to his face, watching them as they move closer.  “That's it Blastie, take spike like a champ don't you” they praise, cradling his cheek. 

 Another vent comes from his frame as the build up begins to make him squirm more. A smirk crosses their lips as they put up the speed of the vibrator.  

Blaster's vocalizer flicks back on as he calls out around the Gag, only muffling the sound slightly. “ Frag Sweet spark you're killing me!” He calls out struggling against the cuffs. “Primus please baby, please” he whines, his spike leaks and twitches with each movement.   

“You all worked up handsome, hmm” they press on the little remote and it makes Blaster whimper as he tries to grind himself against the spike, had his servos not been cuffed he would have begun working his spike to reach an overload. “Told you not to talk with the gag, guess you just don't get to overload sweetheart”

It has him withering and whining as they happily sit on his chest enjoying the torture of working Him up so much only to deny him because he reactivated his vocalizer. It was going to be a long night. 

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Moonbathing

Even though he's nicely settled down with Staeve now there are these moments... Sitting under the bright moon, bathing in the pale silver light, pondering while the cold sinks in - until Staeve comes a long with a big blanket and an even bigger heart.

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Author's Note: Ehm, surprise!? I wrote this for @velnna as a present. That request today made me think of it again so I figured I'd share it with you. Partially inspired by the epilogue where Astarion tells the player how the last six months made up for so much. Hope you enjoy! @velnna thanks for letting me steal Staeve again! Writing him and Staeve is super fun! <3 Pairing: Astarion/Staeve (You) Warnings: light mention of past trauma Wordcount: 3,5k ~~~

Your night had been spent almost entirely wrapped in each other’s arms. Just like almost every single one of them since most of your messes had been dealt with. No foes were waiting to hold a knife to your throat as soon as the sun climbed up on the horizon anymore (at least for a while you hoped).

The two of you had time now - and your time you would take.

You had enjoyed the moments and times spent with nothing but each other before too, before you’ve had what you considered your happy ending. And there was certainly something to be said about laying down in the arms of your lover when you didn’t know if the next sunrise might bring both of your demise, if not the end of the world altogether. Because - if the world was ending, who wouldn’t want to be held in its final moments?

You could definitely attest that always dancing on the edge of a blade certainly brought its own thrill and held its own intricate beauty.

But the same could be said about this right now: the less loud and less daunting moments. Falling into your soulmate’s embrace freely and of your own volition - nothing pushing you there but the deep desire to be with him and no one else and just revel in each other’s presence.

And the passion and love between Astarion and you was still burning as dangerously hot as it had in the beginning. Apparently, the spark that had been ignited had been incredibly powerful, surprising you both. High flames had sprung from it, all encasing. And you knew that even when the initial flames would settle, the embers would only burn that much hotter.

Never before in your life had you experienced something even remotely close to this. You were certain you would never again. You had found your place, picked the one to gift your heart to. You only had the one anyway.

But there was no need to dwell on such things now.

Blissful exhaustion had softly tugged you towards sleep and you had drifted off to dreamless, restful slumber while the sweat on your skin was still pearling down your neck and your breath and heart were still trying to find a sustainable rhythm again.

When you woke again the first thing you noticed was that the spot next to you was deserted. The second thing you noticed as you looked around while still in sleep drunk stupor was that it was still night. The light sneaking below the thick curtains was still brightly silver - it couldn’t have been that long.

You rolled out of bed lazily, tugged on nothing but pants and made to shuffle out of your joint bedroom in search of your missing vampire.

With your hand on the doorknob you hesitated and threw a look back to the bed. Your eyes wandered over the messed up sheets and bunched up blankets lying there all bunched up. And with a shrug you went back to take one of the blankets to snugly wrap it around your shoulders - the comfort and warmth of a shirt without having to make the effort to put one on. Then you dragged yourself out of the room to go looking for your partner while yawning repeatedly.

It didn’t take you long to find Astarion - you didn’t even have to think about where he might be. He was in the usual spot: the roof that was easily accessible through the attic.

There was a small shuttered window you could easily drag yourself out of and climb onto the shingles before you could enjoy an exquisite view of the city below. It had become a favoured spot for the two of you. Many a bottle of wine had been shared on the edge of this rooftop already.

You needed to be careful to step lightly and distribute your weight evenly to not slip but it was an easy feat for you or Astarion - you both were skilled and practised rogues after all. Effortlessly, you also made it this time even though you had to hold onto the blanket wrapped around you so it wouldn’t slip off your shoulders.

Once outside you were bathed in glistening silver light. The cold, pale hues illuminated everything relentlessly and allowed nearly no darkness during this full moon despite it being in the deep middle of the night.

You immediately spotted the vampire sitting there near the edge of the roof. Not having to worry about the cold at least from a survival standpoint, Astarion had also only put on pants to go and sit on the roof. His legs were dangling off the edge of it while he was leaning back on his arms, staring up at the big full moon in the night sky.

The scene almost reminded you of the times he’d been basking in the sunlight during your adventures. Every possible moment used to soak up the sun - strikingly similar to a cat.

The comparison also sprung to mind now: a lone hunter of the night enjoying a moment of calm at his favourite vantage point in solitude.

But these times were over now, at least as long as you had a say in it. At least for now, Astarion was very much just supposed to be a spoiled house cat, allowed to indulge in all the pleasures that presented themselves.

A smile crept onto your lips as the image crossed your mind. Especially since you knew that the vampire could also be as feisty and irrational as a feline.

Observing the form of your partner outlining against the bright moonlight, you slowly moved over to where he had settled down. You could make out the scars on his back although with no direct light source they almost seemed to blend in with the rest of Astarion’s smooth skin. But you had seen them, observed them so often that the image of the cruel lines on your lover’s back had been permanently burned into your head.

At first they had always startled you badly whenever you saw them despite your efforts to brush over them and not show that you had noticed. If not for your own sake then for Astarion’s. But you had seen them - felt them - frequently now and even though what they meant would always hurt, they were a part like any other of Astarion.

With a few more smooth steps you made your way over and stood next to your partner. You knew he heard you coming despite your roguish stealthiness by the way his head perked up even more. He didn’t even open his eyes though as you stepped up to him. The vampire knew it could only be you - and he trusted you fully. His reaction a testament of how far he’d come since you’d first met.

“Out here catching a cold all by yourself, handsome?”, you asked smugly.

Astarion snorted but you could see a smirk steal onto his face.

“Neither nor apparently, Staeve, my love”, he answered with an amused chuckle and opened his eyes to slowly look at you.

You remained silent, just cocked your head askingly with a raised eyebrow.

“Just - moonbathing”, Astarion continued with a little pause and let his gaze wander from you to the shining full moon again. The cold light was making even the vampire look more pale than usual. His skin and luscious curls almost seemed like they were made out of alabaster like this - a statue crafted out of smooth stone to forever showcase a perfect body and face.

Only his glinting crimson eyes were proof that he was in fact very much a living being - bringing all comparisons to lifeless and soulless figurines to shame. No stonemason could have ever captured his beauty fully anyways.

Astarion's tone had been playful but you knew him so well by now. You realised immediately something was weighing on the mind of your silly little vampire.

But you also knew that trying to coax it out of him would do you no good: he'd only hiss at you in his sassy manner and snap shut like a clam. You had to tread carefully - even more so than on the shingles of this old roof.

“So - maintaining the tan I see”, you took up his banter with a shit-eating grin and carefully sat down beside him now.

The vampire looked at you again and just rolled his eyes, clicking his tongue in disapproval: “You're such an idiot, Staeve.”

You chuckled while you tried to find a comfortable position on the edge of the roof while in the meantime fumbling with your blanket to also throw it around your partner's shoulders so you could comfortably snuggle up together.

“Well, I'd say it's clear you have a thing for idiots, Astarion babe. And now come here.”

That earned you another offended snort as Astarion crossed his arms over his naked chest - almost looking like a child throwing a temper tantrum. But he still willingly let himself be wrapped in one end of the blanket.

Softly you put your arm around him, dragged the pale elf closer until he was able to lean his head on your shoulder. Again he let it happen, this time with a silent sigh.

You could physically feel how the vampire relaxed into your touch and your warmth and how he even snuggled a bit deeper into your joint blanket once you were done fumbling around with it.

His smooth skin felt terribly cold from the frosty winter night. And even though you knew the cold couldn't hurt him you immediately asked yourself why he'd subject himself to this. Freezing temperatures were still very much unpleasant to the vampire as he'd once admitted himself.

Your brows furrowed thinking about why he kept insisting on making it hard on himself. Meanwhile silence stretched out between you as you leaned onto each other, each of you lost deep in thought.

A kind of sadness welled up inside of you while you looked down at Astarion’s head on your shoulder. His eyes were closed once more as he enjoyed the steadiness and peace of your body holding him up and warmth seeping into him.

It was that kind of sadness that was tenacious, that stuck to you, the one you could never fully shake.

You’d fought the necessary battles to both break free. But just as you had your own battles to fight still, so did Astarion. And moments like this one were when you realised it would be a long way still.

Ridding oneself of two centuries of torture and enslavement and all that had come with it was certainly no easy feat. Maybe some shreds would remain forever, stuck to him - just like the scars on his back always would.

Providing comfort, support and love while giving your soulmate all the time and space he needed to shake off the shackles still remaining from the chains that had bound him for so long, was the purpose you wanted to fulfil. As long as you were able to, you would do everything to overcome these other demons that still stayed behind - even if they might prove much more difficult to take down than the literal ones.

The two of you just sat there in silence while you felt how Astarion became warmer under your touch, the blanket providing a comfortable cocoon for the both of you.

You didn’t speak, just enjoyed the cosiness and let your partner dwell in the warmth until he was ready to speak his mind.

Leaning your head on Astarion’s, you enjoyed how his soft white curls tickled your face and neck. Then you closed your eyes as well and simply basked under the giant, radiant moon, the light easily shining even through your lids.

The silver moon beams were beautiful if not even magical. And sitting there, it was almost possible to mistake them for daylight.

But they would never be able to substitute for the golden warmth of sun rays because there was one determining thing missing: warmth.

Giving yourself to the illusion was nice though - even if it lasted only for a few moments.

And as you sat there, an arm around Astarion who was still relaxing more into your touch, you wanted nothing more but to be this source of comfort - to possibly provide but a fraction of what he’d been forced to give up.

The sadness from before was right there again - slowly closing up your throat as you silently opened your eyes and let them linger on the pale elf once more. The moon was still casting him in his unforgiving light, making him look almost translucent - something that might crack and break if you weren’t careful enough with it.

“You miss the sun”, you said. Not even a question. And what a stupid thing to even say you immediately realised after the words had left your lips.

You expected a snarky joke, a click of the tongue, maybe even a hurtful comment. But it didn’t come.

Instead, Astarion next to you straightened his back and took a deep breath in. His eyes were open now and a million miles away as he gazed off into the distance towards the city and somewhere far down the Chionthar glinting under the night sky.

“I do miss the sun”, he replied to what hadn’t been a question in the first place. His voice was surprisingly firm and somehow you felt slightly unsettled by that.

“But I lost that once before - how hard can the second time around be?”, Astarion continued and his red eyes snapped to yours.

You didn’t know what to answer so you just lightly squeezed his shoulder. The vampire’s eyes didn’t leave yours. His gaze was firm, maybe even proud. Your brows furrowed lightly - you had absolutely no idea where all this was going.

“Staeve”, Astarion began while looking you firmly in the eyes “the last six months with you have been the happiest of my life.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things that you could have expected you surely hadn’t expected something like this. The negative feelings that had been squeezing your heart in your ribcage immediately subsided and gave way to waves of gentle happiness flooding through you. And you couldn’t stop the small but growing smile that was spreading from left to right over your face.

But the vampire wasn’t even done.

“What was before - it’s already beginning to fade. It already feels like aeons ago - and that’s because of you”, Astarion continued and the way he looked at you with eyes so open and wide, genuine smile on his lips - it made your chest clench in a completely different way. Your eyes started burning dangerously at the edges and you had to press your lips into a line to keep them from quivering. But you forced yourself to keep gazing at your soulmate’s face.

But it was he who turned away after a few long moments. A sudden rush of guilt and sorrow glazing over the open admiration and vulnerability from before. His crimson eyes sought out the moon again.

“But I fear-”, Astarion’s voice almost broke as he spoke again. He lowered his gaze. Your heart took a leap - not eager on wanting to hear what he might have to add but also not wanting to stay unknowing.

The vampire sighed, then he cleared his throat, still not looking at you: “I’m not used to caring for the wellbeing of others. I mean, for centuries I didn’t even have my own.”

He stopped again, took in another breath - sharp this time. Then faced you again.

“I fear my own selfish happiness has taken away from yours”, Astarion spoke firmly again now. But you noticed the way he was straining his chin to hold it proudly. This was taking more out of him than he wanted you to notice.

You opened your mouth to protest but the pale elf shushed you with a sharp motion of his hand. He had to get it all out now or it might never be said.

“And I feel like - one of us having to give up the sun is more than enough. I don’t” - the words were hurting to get out, you realised, but they were also hurting while being uttered - “I don’t want to put another through that. Or - no! I don’t want to put you through it, Staeve.”

And with that Astarion’s hand sunk back down again and he looked up at the night sky again, closing his eyes once more with a small strained yelp. You could see his Adam's apple work hard in his throat as you took in his side profile while the words needed to register with you.

You paid close attention to his exquisite features while your brain tried desperately to make sense of what you had just heard: his straight, aristocratic nose, sharp cheekbones highlighted even more by sharp light, full, soft lips over which a tongue nervously flitted. You knew this face so well by now, probably better than your own. When you closed your eyes you could easily conjure up his image, down to the last little detail.

And while you let your gaze wander over his lashes and the vampire’s face was still lifted to the heavens with furrowed brows, his meaning clicked into place for you. And with horrifying clarity you realised what had been said: the bastard was trying to give you an out.

The mere idea was wild to you. No wonder it had taken you several heartbeats to even catch on. This hadn’t even been in your realm of possibilities. And you were sad that obviously it was for him.

There was pressure in your chest again - this night really took a toll on your emotions. But you wouldn’t let it end on a note like this.

“Astarion”, you said quickly after. The vampire didn’t move, his brows only furrowed deeper.

“Astarion, love, look at me”, you begged and stretched out your hand to hook your thumb on his chin and turn his head to you.

He only let it happen reluctantly but he looked at you, pain filling his eyes - and fear.

But there was absolutely no reason for that. You’d prove it to him. There wasn’t even a slither of doubt in your heart.

“I am here, Astarion, because I chose so. I am here, because I love you. Giving up the sun is nothing compared to what it would be like to give up you”, you said eagerly, your tongue almost stumbling over itself while trying to get this out as fast as possible, to bridge this gap and never look back on it again.

You tugged on the vampire’s face to press your forehead to his as you said the following words: “I love you, Astarion. Don’t ever dare to think you can get rid of me. You’re stuck with me now, idiot!”

And then you kissed him, forcefully, and hopefully drowning out all forms of question or protest. Positively smothering him with your love until there was no more doubt - at least for this night.

Only after what felt like forever did Astarion withdraw from your kiss. There was no more pain in his eyes although you still saw slithers of insecurity remain. You swore to yourself you’d get them another time. But at least you felt that things were firmly settled for the night.

A small sniffle from you broke the tender silence between you as you kept gazing at each other. It seemed like the burning in your eyes from before had been a little much to contain. Your nose felt overly stuffy all of a sudden.

But at least the delicate mood had turned again to something that felt more mundane - and less heartbreaking.

“Gods, you’re not crying are you?” Astarion commented teasingly, nose slightly scrunched up. But the smile that curled one side of his mouth quickly afterwards was still rather gentle.

You snorted while you quickly and grossly wiped at your eyes and your nose with a corner of the blanket. “No, the moon is just very bright”, you muttered with another sniffle then shook yourself - almost like an animal trying to get something off itself. Then you felt more like yourself again.

“Well, you better get used to it then, darling, if you’re so keen to be stuck with me”, was the last thing the vampire said before he snuggled himself up against you again, leaning his head onto your shoulder once more.

You had nothing to add. You were just happy that two of you were here in this moment. So you just tightened your hold on Astarion.

And together you watched the night sky, cuddled up in the blanket, until the edges of darkness started blushing in the lightest shades of pink and it was time for you to crawl into bed together again.

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Horror Au, Interlude: What happened at the ranch?

I was 99% certain that I got an ask about this, but I can't find it. This is a little interlude about what happened when Vale had an anomaly mimicking Marc appear at the ranch. Vale mentions it to Marc in part 1 of the horror au, and this is what he was referencing.

They’ve finished on track, showered, and headed upstairs to eat when the alert hits all of their phones at once. It’s one of the alerts that comes through regardless of do-not-disturb or silent settings, and Vale knows immediately it’s some sort of Anomaly event.

He checks his phone and scans the message. 

Void creature in your area. Take shelter. Lock doors and windows. Arm yourself. Take cover and stay quiet. Do not respond to voices you cannot see. Mercy be with you. 

He sighs and joins Uccio and Max as they hustle downstairs to secure the building. Garage covers come down and rolling shutters are pulled across windows. Vale is reminded, not for the first time, that he should upgrade the security of the Ranch. He pictures automatic safety devices and makes a mental note to workshop that plan with Max later. 

Once the building is secure, he heads upstairs. The boys have gotten the notification and they’ve silently chosen to congregate on the couches in the corner of the room, nervously watching their phones for updates. He settles on the floor in front of the couch, shoulder pressed to Pecco’s leg. The younger rider gives him a gentle, good-natured kick, and Vale turns to smile at him. Pecco returns the smile but he looks nervous, lips pulled taught against his teeth and brow furrowed. Vale pats him on the leg, as much of a reassurance as he can give while they are meant to be silent. 

Silence could mean a lot of things, but most commonly it means one of the void creatures; one of the mimics. 

The ranch is remote enough that it usually feels safe, but Vale has a sense of uneasiness. He isn’t sure how wide the radius is for the detection and alert system, and he wonders how close the monster is to their little sanctuary. 

They’ve been sitting in silence for what feels like hours when they hear it. 

“Vale!”

It’s as if the air has been sucked out of the room. Almost at once, all heads swivel to look at him as the voice calls out again.

“Valentino!”

There’s only one voice that says his name like that; Marc. 

It’s been a long time since he heard Marc say it, and his throat feels like it might close up.

He knows it’s not Marc outside. There’s no reason that the younger man would be in Tavullia; he’s definitely not welcome in the town and there’s no way he’d even make it out to the ranch. There’s no way it could be Marc. 

Still. Vale can’t help but think of what it would be like if Marc were out there. There’s basically no way to survive a void creature. Marc would be doomed, and Vale would have to hear it. 

As if it’s reading his mind, there’s a wail outside. It’s so brutal and loud that Vale squeezes his eyes shut. Pecco’s leg twitches beside him. Another wail follows, and Vale is on his feet before he can really think about it. He paces away from the group, running a hand through his hair. 

His hair, thinning now from age and years of being tugged at by helmets. It’s hard not to think about his age at times like these, when he feels so tired and weathered. He wonders if Marc is starting to feel his age. It’s been so many years since he spoke to him, and the few times he’s been able to bear looking at his face he knows Marc has gotten older. His cheekbones are more defined, and his mouth is framed in laugh lines. His laugh– one of Vale’s favorite things. 

The voice, Marc’s voice, screams outside.

“Please, Vale, let me in. I’m so sorry; I’ll apologize! Just let me in.”

The void creature knows just what buttons to press to mimic Marc in the most painful way. Vale presses his palms to his eyes. 

He knows it’s not Marc. He knows it’s not the younger man, the man who Vale raced against and shared podiums with. There’s no human on the other side of that door.

Suddenly an arm yanks him backward, and a hand covers his mouth to muffle his surprised noise. His eyes snap open and he sees that he’s somehow made it downstairs. He’s within arms reach of the door and its metal security panel. 

Uccio’s hands are a vice grip around him, holding him back. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” he hisses in his ear. 

Vale’s mouth opens as if to respond, but he has nothing to say. He has no explanation for his intense lapse in judgment, or even how he made it down the stairs in the first place. 

“Vale, please,” the thing outside begs. 

Uccio doesn’t let go of him, just guides him back up the stairs. The boys on the couches look terrified now, and Vale doesn’t have the words to apologize. This time Uccio deposits him on the couch next to him, keeping a solid arm around his shoulders. Vale puts his head in his hands but doesn’t close his eyes, suddenly afraid of what will happen. 

He misses Marc. He wanted to let that thing in because it sounded like Marc. Vale is overcome with the thought that he has to talk to the younger man; he has to reconcile, or apologize, or something. He just can’t possibly go the rest of his life feeling like this thing between them is so unsettled. He needs closure.

He thinks about what that looks like, turning scenarios over in his head until the arm is lifted from around his shoulder and their phones chime with the alert system telling them that the creature is gone. 

This time Vale stays put as Max and Uccio take over raising the shades and opening the house again. He doesn’t react as Pecco and Bez playfully argue and throw shutters open, giddy and relieved to be safe. Celestino is immediately loud and talkative, making up for the time spent forced into silence. 

Vale should be joining them, celebrating their safety. He can’t get up, though, because of the lead weight of regret that has taken home in his stomach. He has to talk to Marc. 

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Just saw your prismo headcount and LOVED THEM!!! Could you maybe do a little fic or headcanons (I don't mind) with a gen!neutral reader that can turn 2D? So they can interact with Prismo 'n stuff? Idk I think it just sounds cute :>

"In all your forms..." - Prismo (Fionna and Cake) X GN!Reader

NOTE: Thank you for the request and compliment! Question (for anyone who reads the notes... Would you guys like if I streamed on Twitch while I write or have a Discord server? I know some people enjoy that kind of community. LMK! Also, sorry if this writing is a little weird, i'm working on my PC.

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You. You are an intern for the not-so-magical wishmaster, Prismo. You had been an intern for about... 50 years now actually! You wouldn't say you were extremely thrilled with being his intern, but hey; At least you weren't floating in the middle of the universe, slowly disintegrating.

You could go on and on about all the things that made you upset about him. His stubble, his messiness, his handsome face-

ANYWAYS! Ever since you got the job as "wishmaker intern", you've had the weird power to become 2D. Not the most favorable thing in the world but it made your job a little easier when it came to working with Prismo.

You were sitting in the time room politely while Prismo clicks through all the channels like he always does. "When will I ever get to use the remote?" You ask, crossing your arms.

"Maybe in a couple hundred years." Prismo says, a smug look on his face. You roll your eyes and scoot closer to him to see what he's doing. "You know... You're kind of a prick." You say, looking away from him.

He scoffs. "You could be floating around space right now, you know that, right?"

"Yeah yeah..." You say, glancing down at his thumbs as they flip through the channels. "Do you always have to be... I dunno... 2D?"

"What?" Prismo responds, slightly glancing in your direction,

"Can you be like... 3D?" You respond, feeling the tension growing in the air.

"Yeah but I don't like it..."

"Oh..."

You two sit in uncomfortable silence.

"Do you.. like me? Like... A coworker." He blurts, breaking the silence and putting the remote down.

"Wha- I mean, I guess." You say, looking over at Prismo.

He makes eye contact with you, making you tense up a bit.

"Then why do you always have an attitude?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows. You are silent.

"Exactly."

You didn't know why you were always so rude to him. Maybe it is a defense to your underlying feelings. You shiver at the thought of these feelings and it almost makes you feel sick.

"I can see right through you..." He says gently, his eyes piercing through you.

"Wha-"

He chuckles as if he isn't feeling anything. "You want to hate me, but you can't." He says.

What do you say to that? It's true. You feel cornered.

"Prismo.." You shutter out. He just... Laughs.

"You like like me!" He says, still laughing.

"Prismo stop- This is mean." You say, a blush spreading across your face.

"When did I say i didn't like you too?"

The words falling out of his mouth making you feel stunned. Is it a trick? A joke? You couldn't tell. Your heart felt naked and exposed with all of this emotion. You want to cry but, you wouldn't. At least, you wouldn't let him see you do so.

"I like you." Prismo says. He isn't joking. He isn't joking or tricking you. It is pure emotion.

There is a gentle silence.

"I like you too... I think i'd always like you... No matter the universe. I'd like you in all your forms." You say, feeling all the emotion that has been pent up within your heart release. Tears roll down your face but, you quickly try to wipe them up.

He smiles and helps wipe your tears. Being 2D made things easier, that's for sure.

"50 years..." He says, giggling.

You giggle with him, holding your hands together.

With him, time is forever. Time is now. There is no expectation other than one; that he will be there forever. A crush so childlike. So pure and undiluted. Just liking each other. Liking the presence of another.

"So... What now?" You say.

TO BE CONTINUED (IF WANTED)....

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[aquatic-dusk]

you should talk more about isiis-dpi it sounds neat as fuck

thanks for the ask! (i love yapping)

so i only started learning about the isiis dpi a week ago (im working with it for my summer job) so there will be much more infodumping in the future, but heres what i have to say rn:

- the isiis dpi itself consists of a camera and a light with a gap (~30cm) between them so when zooplankton find themselves in the gap they are backlit and cast a shadow to the camera

- the way the lenses are set up means that all the light crosses the gap as parallel rays so everything of the same size makes the same size image regardless of position in the depth of field

- the camera continuously records vertical lines of 2048 pixels (the image frame is 10.24cm high, hence 50micron pixel resolution) like a rolling shutter in a normal camera, only for longer duration. this produces a single super long image which is cut up into sequential square frames, and then further cut up to isolate individual particle or animal images

- when towed through the water at 2.5 m/s the camera can image more than 60 liters of water per second, nearly 4 m^3 per minute. there can also be multiple cameras (3 on the setup im working with) so its even more

- this setup has the dpi in the middle of an entire instrument platform the size of a small car (an rotv, remotely operated towed vehicle) that can record all manner of variables in the water column (depth, temp, salinity, chlorophyll, light, etc etc) as it is towed behind the ship

- the vehicle has wings and shit on it so it can be “flown” through the water column in a vertical zigzag pattern. this allows it to sample the entire depth range of the transect (i think we’re gonna do something like between 10 and 150m on the upcoming cruise)

- the actual data that comes out of this thing is really valuable because it lets us see The Squishies (small jellyfish, comb jellies, delicate worms, stringly mfs, various goop tubes) in their natural environment without obliterating them with nets and formaldehyde (look up jello tennis racket for visual aid)

- there is so much damn stuff in the ocean that this thing spits out literally millions upon millions of images, which absolutely cant be sorted by hand (i spent all day today sifting out just two taxa from a couple thousand images) so we need machine learning neural networks n shit to do it. this is what ai should be used for not whatever bs the tech bro oligarchy is tryna scam us with

- the algorithm kinda sucks ass unless you give it a huge amount of good training data, but the vast majority of the images are unrecognizable streaks and specks so i dont blame it

thats all i can think of rn but mark my words there will be more

[dancuny]

Polaroid SX-70 Camera

When I was looking over the cameras in my collection and thinking about which camera to write about this week, the Polaroid SX-70, which I have right over my desk, seemed to jump up and say, "My turn this week." I thought about it for a moment and thought, "It's not that old of a camera, but it is." 

 The Polaroid SX-70 was introduced in 1972, during the era of many "modern" inventions, like the home VCR, floppy discs, and email. It was not too far after the music and pop revolution in the late 1960s, which brought interesting and new designs. Currently, the SX-70 is a 52-year-old camera and, in my opinion, the last camera introduced with a genuinely different and unusual design.

 Being a fan of Polaroid from an early age, I remember getting a Polaroid Swinger for Christmas of 1965, just a few months after the camera was introduced. To focus the Swinger, you'd squeeze the focus dial until a "YES" would show up in the viewfinder, telling the photographer the camera was focused and ready to take a photo. That was tremendous and, to this day, a fun innovation of its time.

 When the SX-70 was introduced, there was much fanfare, magazine covers, and writing about this revolutionary camera from Polaroid. The SX-70 was officially sold in the Miami area in late 1972 and became nationally available in 1973. It was sold for $180.00 for the camera and $6.90 for the film, with ten photos in each pack.

 The interesting thing about the Polaroid SX-70 film was that the batteries that powered the camera were in the film packs, so every time you put a fresh roll of film into the SX-70, you were also putting fresh batteries in the camera. Batteries in the film pack were good unless you tried a pack with depleted batteries or tried out-of-date film where the batteries were dead. At that point, the camera was unusable.

 What made this camera unique was its odd and different design and its very slim design. It was an SLR camera with through-the-lens focusing, exposure control, and accessories that would enhance the photo experience, such as a remote shutter cable, tripod mount, close-up lens and diffuser, lens hood, self-timer, and accessory holder. Other companies soon came out with accessory lenses and electronic flash units.

 In 1974, due to the success of the original SX-70, with its chrome and tan-colored leather covering, Polaroid introduced lesser-expensive models and kept introducing other models soon after that. 

 The SX-70 camera was a massive success for Polaroid and gave instant photography a shot in the arm like few I've seen in the photo industry. Kodak would create their version of an instant camera in 1976. Still, Polaroid sued them for patent infringement, which led to Kodak discontinuing production of their line of instant cameras in 1985.

Company History:

The Polaroid Company, founded by Edwin H. Land in 1937, pioneered light-polarizing technology. Originally called the Polaroid Corporation, the company first made waves by producing polarized sunglasses and optical devices. However, its true innovation came in 1947 when Land introduced the first instant camera—an invention that would forever change photography.

 Land unveiled the instant camera at a meeting of the Optical Society of America, demonstrating how it could develop photos within minutes. This breakthrough led to the Polaroid Land Camera Model 95 commercial release in 1948. The camera's unique ability to produce finished photographs quickly became a cultural phenomenon, redefining personal photography for decades.

 Throughout the 1950s and 60s, Polaroid expanded its product line and refined its instant photography technology. It gained popularity among both amateur photographers and professionals. The introduction of color film in 1963 further solidified Polaroid's position as a dominant force in the camera industry.

 Polaroid also became known for its iconic camera designs, such as the SX-70 in 1972—a folding single-lens reflex camera that was both portable and innovative. During this golden era, Polaroid enjoyed tremendous commercial success and was often seen as a symbol of American ingenuity.

 However, the rise of digital photography in the late 1990s and early 2000s caused Polaroid to struggle. Despite attempts to adapt, including digital products and partnerships, the company couldn't maintain its market dominance. In 2001, Polaroid filed for bankruptcy and began selling off assets.

 The brand saw several changes in ownership over the following years. Yet, in a surprising turn, Polaroid experienced a revival in the late 2000s and 2010s, fueled by nostalgia and a renewed interest in analog photography. The Impossible Project, a group of former Polaroid enthusiasts, acquired the brand's last factory and began producing new instant film. Eventually, this effort led to the relaunch of Polaroid as Polaroid Originals in 2017, and later simply Polaroid.

 Today, Polaroid continues to produce instant cameras and film, embracing its vintage roots while appealing to new generations of photographers drawn to the charm and simplicity of instant photography.

My Camera:

My SX-70 camera measures 7" long by 4" wide by 5.5" tall when it is opened and only 1.5" tall when it is collapsed. It weighs only 1 lb. 7.6 oz. and has a 4-element 116mm f8 glass lens. My camera is one of the earlier models because it has the embossed serial number on top of the film chamber. The serial number on my camera is FE3028170DK.

 To open the SX-70 camera, place it in the palm of your hand, grip the top ribbed section of the viewfinder, and pull up. This will open the camera and lock it into place. The locking bar is on the left side of the camera. If the camera isn't locked when you pull up on the viewfinder, you can slide the locking bar forward to lock the camera open. 

Once the camera is open, it exposes the black rubber bellows built into it. It also exposes the rear viewfinder for focusing, and on the front of the camera, the red shutter release button and the exposure control the camera. I was taught to hold the camera in the palm of my left hand, and with my right hand, I can focus on the camera. 

 Putting the camera up to your eye and looking through the camera, you'll see a split-image focusing screen. A small black wheel controls the camera's focus on the camera's right side. Turn the black wheel back and forth until the subject looks sharp. The split image focusing allows the photographer to find a vertical item, and when out of focus, the line will be split and together in one line when in focus. The camera can focus as close as 10.4" from the subject.

On the other side of the camera is the exposure control wheel. The camera is auto-metering, which is metered by the opening just below the lighten/darken wheel. Generally, you leave this wheel in the center position with half the white or black portion in the middle. 

 If you want the following image to be lighter, move the wheel so more of the white is showing. If you want it darker, turn the wheel so that more black is showing. There is no rule of how much to move the wheel for a lighter or darker image. It's all just a guess. The camera shutter can shoot from 1/175 to longer than 10 seconds.

To open the camera to load the film pack, on the right side of the camera is a button with a yellow sticker, and inside that yellow sticker is a "down arrow." Push that button down, and the front door opens to reveal where the film pack fits. The original film packs were color-coded, so you would line up the yellow, black, and blue sections of the film back to the colors on the film chamber and slide the film pack into the camera. You must press it all the way in so the film door can close. Closing the film door with a fresh film pack in the camera will eject the dark slide from the film pack through a small slot in the film door. The camera is ready to take its first photo when the dark slide or cover is ejected. There is a small window on the back of the camera, the frame counter.

When you take a photo and light hits the film, the camera ejects the film through a pair of rollers on the film chamber door. When the film passes through the rollers, they squeeze the chemicals onto the film, and the photo starts to process.  These need to be cleaned; otherwise, the photo won't be processed correctly after you take a photo. Another issue that dirty rollers can cause is dots on the photo. The dots are caused by dirt on the rollers, and they press into the photo, and the chemicals can't reach that area, causing white dots throughout the photo.

 If you're indoors and there's not enough light to take a photo, a flashbar fits into the slot just above the lens and takes five electronically timed flashes per side of each flashbar. They worked well. All you needed to do was snap the flashbar in the slot, and everything was done for you, except for turning the flashbar after five flash photos.

The electronic cable release attaches to two small holes on the camera's right side. The accessory tripod mount would fit on the bottom of the camera, and the accessory holder and close-up lenses would fit into the flashbar holder. 

 To close the camera, slide the locking bar back toward its arrow. The camera will start to close. Press the top down into the body, and the camera will click into the closed position.

A common issue with the SX-70 is the mirror gets locked in the up position, and the camera won't close all the way. You can also tell when this happens when you look through the viewfinder; there is nothing to look at, and the finder is black. The lock-up can be caused by a lack of power from the battery or the film not getting ejected properly, but there's not enough power to cycle the camera. Something you can do to correct this is a bit tricky and not too difficult, but it means taking a small and fragile piece of plastic off the camera to expose the gearing system of the camera. If you're nervous or think you'll break the piece of plastic, DON'T try it.

 On the right side, by the film release button, is a small and thin piece of plastic that you can CAREFULLY pull up at the front of the plastic piece. Some are easy to come off, and some are very tight, so please be careful. Once the piece is off, you can see the gears in the camera's body. The front gear can be turned, which will bring down the mirror system allowing you to view through the camera and cocking the camera. Many videos on YouTube show this process if you are interested. Once the camera's mirror comes down, you can put the piece of plastic back and snap it into place. You'll need a new and fresh film pack to ensure the camera is in good working condition.

My images:

Unfortunately, I didn't buy film before I wanted to write about this camera, and when I looked to purchase some, they were out of stock, so I'm forced to show photos from the late 1970s or early 80s. 

 Here are some of the family photos from the SX-70 camera.

 Conclusion:

The SX-70 brings back many fond memories we had with family and co-workers. It's one of the classic cameras made in the 20th century, and I am thrilled to have a good early model in my collection.

 One of the real advantages of the original SX-70 film was the ability to manipulate the images during the processing, which took a minute or so. We'd take different thicknesses of knitting needles and swirl the chemicals around, which would cause a flow in the photo, which was very artistic. The new film doesn't allow for this creativity.

 Thank you for taking a few minutes from your schedule to read about this wonder camera from the 1970s.

 Please feel free to email me if you have questions or concerns. Until next week, please be safe.

 Click on the link to read about the cameras reviewed. 

[pickalilywrites]

The alliance post rumbling celebrate the holidays + Levi's birthday fic request

thanks :)

happy birthday, old man

levi ackerman. canon compliant. 1349 words. read on ao3.

The small cottage that Levi has been living in has been decorated from ceiling to floor with festive decorations: holly and ivy, mistletoe and tinsel, paper stars and paper snowflakes. He’s never been one for festivities and had even told those damn kids that he didn’t need to do anything special, but they had insisted on coming over and covering his house with every ridiculous decoration they could find. He’s still not sure about the winter holiday that they’re about to be celebrating. It’s something that was introduced to Paradis after the island opened its borders, but the kids found it amusing that the holiday fell on Levi’s birthday. They’ve told him they’re gathering here to celebrate that strange new holiday, but he knows it’s only a guise for celebrating his birthday.  

“I have a headache just thinking about how much cleaning I’ll have to do later,” Levi mutters as he wheels himself around the house. He hates tinsel especially. It comes apart too easily and seems to get everywhere. He frowns as another thread of tinsel falls to the floor and tries to repress to pick it up immediately and chuck into the garbage bin.  

“Oh, don’t worry about that! Falco and I’ll be sure to clean everything up until everything sparkles and shines the way you like,” Gabi says. He refers to all of them as kids, but even Gabi and Falco are teenagers now. They tower above him and they’re sure to grow even more in these next few years. 

“I met as well just clean it myself then,” Levi says dryly. Gabi is far too impatient to clean anything thoroughly. Falco is only slightly more reliable and would probably do a half decent job if he weren’t always rushed by Gabi. Levi looks over at the blond boy who is hovering nervously over the tinsel that had been bothering him earlier. “If you really insist on it, then you can clean it up. Just don’t leave anything behind, Falco.”  

Falco jumps at the mention of his name and immediately snatches the tinsel off the ground. “Y-yes, sir!” he stammers. 

“Oh, stop teasing the poor boy,” Mikasa says, giving the retired captain a swat on the shoulder. She takes the tinsel from Falco’s hands and crumples it into her fist to throw away later. “Don’t bother about the mess. Everyone else will clean it later and you can grumble about what a poor job we did afterward.”  

“I can grumble about it now,” Levi says, but somebody grabs his wheelchair and begins wheeling him towards the dining table.  

“Can’t you take one day off to not grumble about things?” Jean laughs as he pushes Levi towards the head of the table. He takes a seat beside Levi and the others gather around.  

Everyone has come to celebrate: the remaining members of his last squad that had fought alongside him during the Rumbling, the Marleyan Warriors, and Gabi and Falco. The ones closest to him sit by his side while the soldiers from Marley sit further out. Onyankopon is on the other end of the table, adjusting the camera so that it captures everyone. In his hand is a remote shutter to take the photo. Once everything is in place, Onyankopon hurries over to an empty space beside Reiner Braun. 

“Is everyone ready? Smile for the camera!” he says and pauses for a moment before clicking the shutter in his hand.  

The shutter clicks as it takes a few photos and Onyankopon hurries back to the camera to roll up the wire of the remote shutter and fold up the tripod. The others begin chatting away while Historia and Connie help to carry the food from the kitchen to the table. It’s a far larger dinner than Levi had expected: a perfectly cooked turkey with crisp, golden skin, mashed potatoes and gravy, honey roasted ham, a color salad filled with fresh greens and thinly sliced tomatoes and cucumbers and drizzled with vinaigrette, green bean casserole, buttery dinner rolls, cranberry sauce, and corn pudding. It’s far too much for all of them to eat, but they’ll worry about the leftovers later. 

“I thought I recalled telling you that it wasn’t necessary to celebrate my birthday this year,” Levi says as everyone is polishing off their second plate. 

“Who says this is for you?” Pieck asks jokingly. They’re all still pretending that they care more about this new holiday where people give each other gifts even though none of them have brought a single present to Levi’s house. “We’re only here to celebrate the holiday. It just happens to be on your birthday.” 

“Do you really think you’re so important that we would gather here on your birthday?” Reiner teases.  

“I did offer to make your birthday a national holiday, but you refused,” Historia recalls. She leans over so that Levi can get a better look at the grin on her face. "Do you regret turning down my offer now?” 

“Knowing how much the Jaegerists despise us still, it’d probably make them hate the Captain even more,” Jean chuckles. 

“I’d be throwing eggs at his likeness with the rest of them,” Annie says before sipping her drink and her remark earns a few chuckles from their comrades around the table.  

It’s been a while since Levi has heard so much laughter at the table. It reminds him of his younger years. The people are different, but the laughter is the same. He still thinks about it sometimes, sitting around the table with his old squad or having a cup of tea with the other squad leaders. That was back in the day when they were fighting to stop the end of the world or die trying. As it turns out, the world didn’t end even when they thought it would and now here they are, back at this table swapping stories and laughing. Everything has come full circle.  

“By the way, Captain,” Armin says before passing a small package wrapped in parcel paper. It’s been a long time since the war has ended and yet he still refers to Levi by his old rank even though most of his other peers have dropped the formalities. “I know you said you didn’t want any gifts this year, but I couldn’t stop thinking that you’d like something small at least.”  

“I suppose I shouldn’t have expected you to keep following my orders after leaving the Scouting Legion, huh, Arlert?” Levi remarks dryly, and Armin cheeks flush a bright pink. Nonetheless, Levi accepts the package and tears off the wrapping carefully. He doesn’t expect to see a picture frame inside nor the detailed portrait that has been carefully placed inside.  

It’s a drawing of Levi and all his comrades, most of them fallen but some of them in the room with him now. The portrait is in black and white, drawn in graphite, and was conjured by a careful hand that can only belong to Jean Kirstein. The drawings of the fallen soldiers are not perfect. They don’t completely match the image of the comrades that still live in his memories, but they are similar enough that Levi can make out pieces of them that Kirstein has managed to coax out despite having never met them at all. 

“I wasn’t able to meet many of them, but their family members were very helpful in giving us descriptions,” Jean murmurs as they all watch Levi cautious, gauging the captain’s reaction. “We thought you might appreciate it, especially since you don’t have any photographs of it.”  

“Not bad, Kirstein,” Levi says finally, the sound of his voice breaking a heavy silence. He sets the framed drawing down in front of him and looks up at the comrades he has left. There are more of them than he thought would be here. Some of them he had never even anticipated himself allying himself with. “I might even hang this up.”  

At this, everyone cracks a smile. Mikasa reaches out to squeeze Levi’s shoulder. “We’re glad you like it,” she tells him. “Happy birthday, old man.”  

[crunchontoast]

A shame- the old chair wouldn’t have snapped like this one did.

Killer felt himself shutter forwards, rolling over Dust’s folded body and crashing into the fancy curiosity cabinet. A hundred tiny glass things jittered from the shelves, throwing themselves to their numerous tiny deaths around his skull.

“W- you IDIOT!” Dust screamed, gripping the remote like a lifeline.

And Killer had a moment of sweet respite, before he felt the ground carve open beneath him.

So much for being smart, he thought to himself.

Chapter 16 of The Origins is out! Happy halloween!

[naveenrock00]

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✅ Hormann Middle East

German-made high-speed and fire-rated shutters

✅ Smart Door Solutions

Known for stylish polycarbonate and smart control shutters

✅ Al Adel Automatic Doors

Experts in roller shutter maintenance and automation

Cost of Rolling Shutters in UAE

Prices vary based on size, material, design, and motorization. Below is an approximate range: Shutter TypePrice Range (AED/m²)Manual Steel Shutter200 – 350Motorized Aluminum Shutter450 – 800Perforated Shutter600 – 1,000Polycarbonate Shutter900 – 1,500Insulated Shutter700 – 1,200

Note: Installation, motor, and remote costs may be additional.

Installation & Maintenance

Most providers in UAE offer:

Free site inspection

Custom fabrication (3–7 days)

Same-day or scheduled installation

AMC packages (Annual Maintenance Contracts)

Common maintenance includes:

Motor and track lubrication

Remote and switch calibration

Panel repair or repainting

Dust cleaning and part replacement

Rolling Shutter Accessories

When installing rolling shutters, you may also consider:

Remote controls / keypads

Smartphone control modules

Safety sensors (obstacle detection)

UPS systems for power backup

Color customization / branding decals

Final Thoughts

In a country like the UAE where innovation meets luxury, rolling shutters are the perfect combination of function and aesthetics. From securing your warehouse in Ras Al Khaimah to giving your Dubai store a sleek closure, these shutters are tailored to UAE's demanding lifestyle and weather.

With plenty of options in materials, automation, and design, you can get a shutter that perfectly fits your property — backed by professional installation and after-sales service across all Emirates.