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Steel Coil Slitting Machine Equipment Suppliers in Hyderabad

Revolutionizing Metal Processing: The Coil Slitting Machine Manufacturing Company in Hyderabad, India

Introduction:

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Background:

Founded with a vision to enhance productivity and streamline metal cutting processes, coil slitting machine for sale in hyderabad, India, has emerged as a frontrunner in the manufacturing industry. Specializing in the production of coil slitting machines, the company has consistently delivered innovative solutions to cater to the diverse needs of metal processing facilities worldwide.

State-of-the-Art Technology:

At the heart of the Coil Slitting Machine Manufacturing Company lies a commitment to integrating state-of-the-art technology into its products. These cutting-edge machines, available for sale in Hyderabad, are designed to slit and cut metal coils with unparalleled precision and speed. Equipped with advanced automation features, the company's machines not only increase efficiency but also reduce human error, ensuring a higher quality output.

Precision Engineering:

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Versatility in Application:

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Efficiency and Cost-effectiveness:

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Commitment to Customer Satisfaction:

Beyond providing cutting-edge machinery, the Coil Slitting Machine Manufacturing Company prides itself on its commitment to customer satisfaction. The company's dedicated customer support team works closely with clients, including coil cutting machine suppliers in Hyderabad, to understand their specific needs and ensures that the machines are tailored to meet those requirements. This customer-centric approach has resulted in long-lasting relationships and a growing reputation for reliability in the industry.

Environmental Responsibility:

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Conclusion:

As the demand for precision in metal processing continues to rise, the Coil Slitting Machine Manufacturing Company in Hyderabad, India, stands at the forefront, providing innovative solutions that redefine efficiency and quality in the industry. With its commitment to technological advancement, precision engineering, and customer satisfaction, the company is poised to shape the future of metal processing across India and beyond.

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remcortechnology · 1 year

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The sheet coil slitting machine is widely applied in steel furniture, electrical cabinets, elevator, etc. industries, which can be combined with laser cutting, cnc panel bender, Robert loading and unloading system, which can realize the 24 hours unmanned processing and the electricity consumption only need 1 degree/hour. This sheet metal coil line machine is the complete solution for coil sheets. Including a de-coiling system, levelling system, thick turret punching and slitting system.If you need the higher productivity, less electric consumption and less cost on materials and labors. REMCOR sheet metal slitting machine is your best choice. Contact us and get steel coil slitting machine price now!

REMCOR coil-sheet fed punching or shearing line is a fully automated punching solution for metallic coils. Which can realize the 24 hours unmanned production. It is capable of handling coils of 300 – 1500 mm in width, up to 9 ton in weight.

Features of Coil-Fed Punching Machine

24 hours unmanned processing, From the de-coiling, feeding, leveling, feeding, thick turret punching, slitting the whole process can be done with our system continuously. Realize the real 24 hours unmanned processing. The traditional processing needs different systems and a numeral labor to handle the machine together with loading and unloading. Different devices have different beats and lead a lot of waste on labors.

Higher productivity, only need to monitor the system, can realize the 24 hours continuous automatic manufacturing. Continous processing from the raw coil material to the final profile, there is no waste of time in loading and blanking compared with traditional forming lines. 2 times faster than traditional technologies.

Higher Flexibility, Multiple combination with standard die bases and diverse die tools, one-to-one correspondence between products and molds. Shorter mold changing time.

More chances for automation, It is available for combining with laser cutting system, panel bender system, and Robert loading and unloading system, which can leave more space for automation. With punching station unworking, and the other station working, it is equivalent to a leveling line, can provide plates for turret punching, single platform laser cutting machines, automatic panel benders, etc.

Parameter Details of Coil-Fed Punching Machine

Feeding system

1000mm/ Precision Ball Screw

Die base

2 sets of standard thick turret plug-in box molds 4 sets of Remcor standard mold bases

Punch frequency

200cp/min

Die changing trolley

Number of servo axes

8+1+2

Material width

300-1000mm

Feed roller

2sets

Correction roller

Up 5/Down 4

Output speed

16m/min

Coil weight

7T/8T

Coil inner hole

φ508mm

Coil outer hole

φ1300mm

Rack expansion

Hydraulic

Max thickness

2mm

Forth

300KN

Maximum punching

90*180mm

Number of modules

There are 8 stations in B and 4 stations in D, which can hold 4 large squares or 8 small squares

Punching accuracy

±0.1mm

Diagonal accuracy

±0.5mm

Coil loading - Trolley - Decoiler

The Coil-sheet fed system starts with loading. The process can automatically change from one material to another in under 2 minutes. The hydraulic expansion is applied in decoiling station. After the decoiling station, the strip is straightened and the coiling tensions are removed.

Levelling station

The levelling station principle is using upper and down rolls to staigthen the strip. After this station the tensions for the strip are removed. The rolls and drive motors will be choosen according to the material thickness. The straightener settings can be imported from the controller system, we also add the manual wheel for the special condition

Punching unit

FAQ of Coil-Fed Punching Machine

1. How can I know if your system workable for my factory

Our metallic coil-sheet feed punching line is widely applied in steel furniture industry, the electric cabinets. the elevator shells, the kitchen and bathroom facilities, etc. Pls kindly share with your profile drawings and material type, width, thickness, weight. We will offer you suitable proposals

2. Can I come to your factory to check the real working process?

Yes and before travelling, pls also kindly share with us your profiles drawings, material type and thickness and weight. We welcome the global business partners to visit us.

3. What's your system punching process, and are they same as turret punching?

Our system Punching is done by tools set in two traversing tool cassettes, with the punching stroke done by a single ram plate. The dies quantity for our punching unit is at least 6 stations more than turret punching. And our system support the customerized square dies. The system starts with the raw coil material, which is different as turret which need to be cut-to-length square sheets that have been processed. The completly efficiency for our system is much higher than turret punch.

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Q8 🦾

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I initially misunderstood what should be done.

{ A few words about you as an author. YOU ARE FUCKING WONDERFUL. I've often thought about such a thing as a collab. The arts' collab is cool, and I've had experience with it, so it's already become kind of boring. And I came up with the idea, why not make a writers' collab =∆ The thing would obviously be in demand, but it needs an approach and many, many nuances. I don't know why I'm saying this at all, because the idea is a bit damp, but I probably want to listen to someone else's opinion on this score.}

That was on me for forgetting to put it in the instructions, I've never done a request event before so I didn't event think of it. Thanks for sending the ask in, I really wanted to write this one, it got a bit intense but I hope you enjoy it 💕

Franky's Toy Room

Prompt: Quiet

Additional Tags: afab reader, she/her pronouns, forniphilic gag, impact play, fucking machine, shibari, rope suspension, butt plug, forced orgasm, vibrator, squirting, breeding bench, pre-ts franky, blow job, deep throating, praise kink, use of sir, touch of degradation, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, aftercare

WC: 2.3k

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🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

“Shhh baby, you're gonna wake the whole ship,” Franky tsk'd as you moaned around your gag, tongue fighting against the small silicone cock inside your mouth that was attached to it. Your body was held by soft royal blue ropes, your forearms bound together behind your back, your torso held up by a strong harness that suspended you from the ceiling, keeping your top half horizontal while your bottom half rested on your knees. The position you were in was essentially doggy style, but with the carefully tied harness supporting you instead of your arms, while a fucking machine Franky had made himself pounded into you from behind with a metalic groan and the wet squelch of silicone in your wet, abused hole. You'd already cum too many times to count, your ass red from the leather paddle he'd used earlier, accented by the large blue rhinestone at the end of the shiny silver plug in your asshole. The black leather padding of the bench underneath you was already soaked with a large puddle of your earlier releases, pooling underneath you and at your knees, dripping to the wooden floor below. He held a bright pink vibrator against your slit, your eyes rolling as you whined around the gag.

“Come on babe, give me another,” Franky hummed. You shook your head, eyes watering, relying entirely on the ropes to keep you upright as your legs turned to jelly, the vibrator against your oversensitive clit making you scream around the gag as you felt your coil somehow pulling taut again. You were sure this time you'd pass out. “Aw don't be like that, you're doing so super, I know you can cum again”

The speed of the fucking machine was increased, as was the intensity of the vibrator, and you went entirely silent as you came too hard to make sound, the air pulled from you as you shook uncontrollably and squirted again, barely anything coming out of you at this point from the sheer amount of fluids you'd already expelled. Franky's large hand supported you under your belly as your legs shook, not turning off the machine or removing the vibrator till your body went limp, hanging uselessly by the ropes. You barely registered the large dildo being removed from your gaping pussy, or the gag being removed from your mouth.

“Breathe, babe,” Franky cooed, loosening the ropes holding you gradually till you were a puddle of flesh resting in a puddle of cum on the leather bench. “Catch your breath sweetheart, we ain't done, you haven't even taken me yet”

You whined but didn't protest with a safeword as he easily picked you up and transferred you to a breeding bench, the padded leather supporting your weak torso on the higher section and your knees bent again on the lower sections either side, sore but thankfully no longer having to support any weight. Your arms were still bound behind you but it didn't matter, you were so dazed and fucked out that the whole Grandline could've come in and taken turns with you and you wouldn't have even noticed.

“So pretty,” Franky wiggled the plug in your ass, making you whine. He tutted in response, walking to your front and stretching your mouth open with a finger hooked in each cheek. “What did I say about making noise?” He tsk'd, “do I have to put the gag back in?”

“No sir,” you replied weakly, slightly slurred by the fingers in your mouth, doing your best to make half-lidded eye contact as you spoke, lest you be punished.

“Such a pretty mouth though,” he pressed his thumb down on your tongue, forcing your mouth wide open, the pad of his thumb swiping over the wet muscle. “Mmm, think I'll use it a little as well before I fuck your pretty pussy.” He pulled down his speedos and let them pool at his ankles, his thick cock springing from them, erect and red with need, as he stepped out of the fabric and kicked it away. He let his unbuttoned shirt fall from his shoulders as he pumped himself a few times.

“Open up doll,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth obediently for him as he stood at the front of the bench, lolling your tongue invitingly. He tapped the fat head of his dick against your tongue, smearing it with his precum that tasted artificial, a little like cola. It always made you wonder whether his cum was real or whether his testicles had needed to be rebuilt as well. You knew from the faint stitch lines down either side of his shaft that at least that his cock wasn't entirely natural. But hey, if you gotta replace your dick, may as well make it a monster. Franky was a big man anyway, his cock was proportional to the rest of him.

He grabbed your ponytail and pulled it hard, raising your head a little as he slipped his cock inside your mouth, the corners of your mouth stinging from the stretch. He wasted no time in making you gag, he knew you could take it. He loved the way your eyes watered as you looked up at him, his tip hitting the back of your throat and sliding down with every deep thrust he made, groaning as he pulled on your hair, his other hand supporting your chin so the pull wasn't too harsh.

“You're doing super, baby,” he purred, “just a little more of this, just wanna get warmed up before I fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” You whined around his cock, the vibrations making his eyes roll behind the sunglasses. “Good girl, doing such a good job babe. Fuck you're gonna make me bust down that whore throat of yours”

You knew him finishing in your mouth wouldn't save your pussy from further abuse, Franky could go as long as his cola reserves could, you usually gave out long before he did. Regardless, you wanted more of that strangely sweet, probably artificial cum, so you hollowed your throat and sucked hard, running your tongue against the underside of his cock the way you knew he liked.

“Fuck, [y/n]!” He shouted suddenly, groaning as ropes of sweet cum slid down your throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied inside your mouth, the last spurts spilling out over your tongue and face as he pulled out. “Bad girl,” he tsk'd, giving your face a playful slap, but you could tell as you licked your lips that you weren't really in trouble.

“Now who's loud?” You teased, earning a hard smack on the ass that made you yelp. Franky bent down so his face was at your eye level.

“Next sound and the gag goes back on,” he threatened, making you shiver. Your body was worn out but the way he spoke in that deep, dominant tone made your pussy throb with need, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” you replied, licking a little more cum from your face as it dripped down your cheek.

“Good girl,” he gave your face a light slap, before holding your chin, thumb running over your drool coated lips, “can you take me one more time?”

“Yes sir,” you wriggled a little in your restraints, pussy clenching around nothing as you anticipated how good it'd feel to have him fill you, “please sir”

“There's my good greedy girl,” he smiled, letting you suck on his thumb for a moment before pulling it out with a pop. He moved to the back of the bench, cock still solid as a rock, pulling you by your thighs so your ass was right at the end of the bench. The bench itself was taller than average, he'd made it himself to be adjustable, usually set to this height which was the most comfortable for him to fuck in a standing position, usually for fucking you or Robin. She usually joined him in on teasing you, but she was feeling unwell tonight, so the cyborg had you to himself, deep in the hold of the Thousand Sunny, in what he called his ‘Toy Room’.

Franky stuck two impossibly thick fingers inside you, the width of them combined bigger than his cock, stretching you wide. The large dildo he'd been using earlier was close to his size, making sure you were good and stretched to take him, but he loved to stretch you wider with his fingers for a moment so he could watch your pussy gape and admire your pretty pink walls before he painted them white.

He slid inside you easily, burying himself to the hilt, and you bit down on your bottom lip to stifle your moan as your pussy stretched around him. He loved to watch where his cock was buried in you, the membrane that lined the entrance of your hole catching on his thick cock with every slow pull, like your pussy refused to let go of him. It drove him wild to watch the way his cock got shiny with your slick, a creamy ring forming at this base and catching in his curly blue pubes as you came again, less intense this time, lacking the energy to squirt anymore. He praised you anyway as your pussy fluttered around him, impressed you'd managed to cum again at all without him even needing to use his special trick yet.

“Good girl, [y/n],” he praised, making you clench around him as you muffled your moans against the bench, “I'm gonna let you make sound, but only if you can cum one more time with me when I tell you too. Can you do that baby? Cum for me one more time and let me hear you scream?”

“Y-yes ssi-r,” you stuttered, struggling to not cry out as his cock began to vibrate inside you, a fun little feature he'd added while he was augmenting it. It never failed to build you back up again, no matter how fucked out you were, so he always saved it for last. It was a bit of a Pavlov effect because of it, your orgasm building quickly under the promise that it'd be the last one and you'd be able to rest soon. One day he was going to figure out that connection and it was gonna bite you in the ass, you were sure Robin knew but she wasn't a snitch. He could tell you were close as your hands balled into tight fists behind your back and your face dug into the leather below you, breathing hard while your pussy fluttered around him.

“There's my good girl, I knew you could do it,” he groaned, fucking you mercilessly as he chased his own high, pulling slightly on the plug in your ass. “Let me hear you scream baby, and I'll give you this fat load”

Your whole body shook and you saw white as you clamped down around him, letting out a scream that would probably sound pained to anyone hearing jt without context. You would have woken the whole ship if not for the fact that Franky had secretly sound proofed this room, not that you knew that. You didn't have the capacity to worry about waking anyone right now anyway as your orgasm made you tremble, Franky bruising your hips with how hard he held you as he pounded into you one last time and roared, filling you with so much sticky cum that it overflowed and dripped onto the breeding bench, pouring out like a unclogged drain as he pulled out and you made a disappointed little whine. You practically squealed as he removed the rhinestoned plug from your ass, appreciating the way your ass gaped and throbbed around nothing.

“Good girl,” he cooed, running his hand up your back, over the ropes and to your hair, scratching your scalp pleasantly as he came to stand in front of you, his cock softening as he bent down to kiss you tenderly. He quickly set about untying the ropes that bound you, your whole body laying limb like a piece of wet laundry draped over the bench the second your arms were released.

“Good girl [y/n], you did so well,” he cooed, carefully pulling you upright by your armpits, before lifting you bridal style to sit in a comfortable armchair, a prepared towel already laid on it to catch any fluids. He sat you in a way where you were slouched slightly to put less pressure on your sore rump, and he slowly lifted your legs to rest over the arms of the chair so he could carefully wipe you clean, examining you for any injury before bringing your legs back together. He kissed you on the forehead and quickly redressed himself before getting you a glass of cool water. He held it to your mouth and tilted it for you a little at a time so you could drink, your arms aching from being bound. Once he was satisfied you'd drunk enough water, he set about examining every part of your body methodically, massaging sore areas with his large hands and rubbing muscle soothing balm into them. You were half asleep before he lifted you up and sat himself in the chair, draping you on your belly over his lap and the arms of the chair so he could check your backside. Satisfied that you were entirely taken care of, he helped you into a silk dressing down and held you carefully in his lap, cooing gentle praises and rubbing your back softly. Sex with Franky was always a marathon, but you also relished the soft moments afterwards, and you knew that once you inevitably fell asleep he would carry you carefully to his bed, tuck you in, and wrap himself around you protectively.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #AKO 250 event #one piece franky #cyborg franky #franky x reader

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slut4daviii · 2 years

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character(s): d.kaminari

pt: 02/02

cw: fingering, cum/anal eating, edging, praise kink(?), daddy kink, brat taming, caught, post-shower sex, mind-fucking, slight degradation, belly bulge, size kink, thigh-fucking (kinda)

your step-brother thought he had a few more minutes before you got out of the shower. he learns the hard way what happens when you’re caught masturbating.

a/n: i hate this shit sooo fucking much. | i gave up halfway through (thats what took it so long to come out. | minors and fem-aligned DO NOT INTERACT

title: whatcha up to, sparky?

wc: idefk (prolly 2000-2500)

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he only had another minute or two.

steam rose from the crevices of your locked bathroom; music blaring from the other side.

“[n—name]! ng—ngmh! nhg!….fu—fugk! right there!” the words left his mouth in an unceremonious fashion, sounding more like a broken record; he said it again, and again, repeating himself almost indulgently. a hand ghosted his twitching erection, blazing forth a sleuth of high-pitched moans.

your hands reached for the knobs, twisting it off in one swift movement.

“just a little longer baby.”

I—I can’t…! pl—please [name]! I need to— nghm! cum!” the machinery within his body continued to spear his insides, impaling the deepest depths of his mind. with a steady flow of electrons— curtesy of his quirk, the speed of his ‘toy’ increased drastically, now entailing itself into his stomach.

“mmhg! [na—name]! I—I’m gon—gonna cum!”

he listened intently, already having memorized the audio’s contents. your voice spoke to him, shooting daggers into his body.

“does my good boy wanna cum?”

Denki nodded— phonetically speaking through gritted teeth. “tes! [name] le—lemme cuhm!”

“no.”

his body retreated away from the sound, his head snapping backwards at the edging.

sweat trickled from his forehead, exhaustion clawing at his hips. he pressed your shirt— sweat-ridden and freshly used— further against his nose, inhaling deep breaths of your musky scent, the smell sending him overflowing with lust.

he squirmed against your sheets, moving his hands to slam your pillow over his face. “nmfgh…! [n—name]! mfg—ghm!” he pulled the pillow away— vision still slightly obscured by your shirt.

“aww, I’m hurt… comparing me to something as small as that.”

Denki shot up, his quirk mushing more elegant arcs of electrical surges into the machine— it picking up enough speed to make him lurch to his side. “uhng! wa—wait! wait [n—na]! wait, it—it��s not what—what it looks like!”

your body coupled into his vision, the tranquil curves of your muscles blurring behind the liquid wall of lust coaxing Denki’s body. beads of water rolled over your smoothing skin— the moisture from your shower still sticking to the surface of your body.

“oh? is it not? then what’s goin’ on, …zappy?” the nickname fell from your lips like a satin blanket, dully dressed in the glorious afterglow of pleasure.

the toy inside of Denki was still moving, strongly striking his nerves in mind-blurring fashion. “nnguh! it—it’s because of—of your v—oice! the video you made!”

you smirked, a dark chuckle leaving you. “so you watch my videos? that makes you a perv, y’know.”

Denki fumbled, his facade falter alongside the coiling strings of semen erupting from his slit. “unug—ha!” his moan was spun on the web of a gasp, snatching his body’s actions away from him. “I— uhg! …n—no! that’s n—not what I—nghm! meant!” he gulped back his shame, sitting up against your wall. “I— was j—just…” his eyes traveled everywhere, looking for a plausible explanation as to what he was very obviously doing.

you pushed off the frame of your door, dragging your tongue along the ridge of your teeth. “so what did you mean…Denk?’”

the way the nickname burrowed yourself into his skin make him quiver with anticipation. though he didn’t know what to expect. “anything you wanna say?” the question was laced with greed— almost as if you were teetering on the idea of turning him into a, your slut.

your knee connected with the edge of your bed, your weight dipping the mattress intolerably. the water from your hair dripped down your body, running circles on your torso before making way to your v-line. “I—nghm! I was, just… just trying to…” his eyes lowered. “uh! uhm, well… I guess you— we…!”

“eyes up here, Denk’.”

you brought your hand to his chin— almost in a cliché sense, your eyes locking in a one-sided battle. “so, Denk… what were you doing?”

you were hovering over him, your height difference clouding, if not completely obscuring his perspective. your bulge pressed into the cusp of his thighs.

a shallow gasp escaped you, your head dropping to look at him. his legs were shaking slightly, the skin of his body smooth and perfectly poised. “god, your so beautiful.”

Denki flushed; his eyes darting around articulately. his body was cleansed of its own blood, now replaced and replenished by the torrents of your own; he was bound to you. bound in your spell.

“is this my shirt?” his eyes finally focused, the grey material momentarily filling his vision before you took it from him. “is this where my clothes have been going? on your pervy little curves? helping you masturbate?”

“n—no! I haven’t been d—doing anything, man! I’ve ju—just been low on—NGHM!” Denki’s hands came up to your shoulders: gripping and scratching along the skin. “[n—name]! I—I just said that— ngh! I didn’t st—steal your cloths!”

your fingers intersected themselves in the innermost nerves of Denki’s body. he reflected the feeling of arousal in his eyes— the sensation causing the irises of his eyes to gloss over with tears.

“this isn’t about my clothes, Denk’” you groaned, feeling Denki’s legs press on the head of your cock. “its about you. and what you’re doing in my room. with my shirt over your face, and a fuck machine in your ass.”

you displaced your fingers, rubbing them along his prostate. “so, what exactly are you doing?”

Denki threw his head back— a sound erupting from his mouth in a dysphoric rage of moans. “mmgh! I— I w—was low on—ahgn!” a sharp thrust of your fingers stopped his sentence, his cock twitching with precum.

“stop lying Denk’ you know mom hates that shit.”

your cock throbbed painfully, the towel around your waist falling to your thighs— your cock rubbing against your step-brother’s abdomen. “c’mon Denk’” you almost whined, desperation washing over you in arcs of painful crescent moons. “I’m so… fuckin’ horny.”

your fingers glistened within him— a grandeur sound resonating within him. he audibly gasped at it, trying to move away from you but your sudden grip on his thigh altered his movements, making him slide under you instead.

he gulped, finding himself floundering around at the feeling of your cock against his stomach. it aligned with the skin just above his belly button. his movements were spastic, a jumble of jerks and twist sending molten plasma down your shaft.

“Denk…” your words were cold— rigid with seething but controlled gasp. “if you keep movin’ like that, I’ll cum.”

Denki blushed, a liquid crimson band covering his entirety. his movements momentarily halted, the surges of lust nestling into his stomach, coiling into a warm feeling that tightened with each move of your fingers

however, they left his body in a sickly masochistic way. you brought your fingers to your mouth and slid your tongue along the skin, maintaining a dysphasic tone of eye contact. the look in your eyes heating Denki’s body to an all time high.

your fingers, now covered in a flowing sea of spit and lube reached for Denki’s lips— breaking the surface of his mouth. his heartbeat was in his throat, yet, he still took your fingers into the depths of his mouth.

you played with his tongue, using your index and middle to balance the pink muscle in a titillating, slightly uncomfortable fashion.

you moved once more, shoving yourself into his throat. he choked and gagged, spitting around your knuckles but made no attempt to stop your brutality.

after a few seconds, you took your fingers away from him, letting him breathe.

“what were you doing in my room, Denk?” you asked once more.

“hnah! mng—h! I—I wasn’t doin’ anything, ma—man!”

you chuckled, moving your hand to your cock— stroking from base to tip. with your other hand, you wrapped his torso in your forearm, lifting him to your v-line. “tsk, tsk. mom would be disappointed.” your tip grazed his hole, “first, you have the shameless idea to masturbate in my room, then you lie about it.”

you pushed inward— also grabbing your shirt and shoving it into Denki’s mouth. he moaned around the fabric, his eyes crossing when you had yourself fully excavated within him. “I guess you’ve always needed a little more time to learn things…”

your hips fell away from him, dragging your tip down the ridge of his spine. the afterimage of your shaft was still intact; exhibiting through his pelvic muscles. it was filthy. utterly disgraceful to witness. “but… it’s a good thing you’ve got me.”

not a second later, his catalyst was filled once more, your cock reaching intolerably deep into his physique. his arms slid down your chest— leaving scarlet marks on your abdominal walls.

a hiss left your lips, the sound similar to a snake. you grabbed his wrist with one of your hands, using the other to snatch your shirt from his mouth. “haah! [n—name]! de—deep! c—cock too deep’n me…!”

you wrapped his wrist in your shirt, taking the edges of the bindings and crossing them into his drooling lips— the knot forming a gag. “my what?” you mocked, laughter soon filling your white-walls. “too deep? you were just using a fuck machine, jerking your dick to the smell of my clothes! now it’s too deep?”

you began thrusting shallowly, moving his thighs to your chest and pulling his legs to fall down your back. a swift motion of your hips shook Denki’s body, pushing him into his second orgasm.

he tightened around you, a convulsive throbbing in his cock and rapidly clenching hole gave way to the white twine and muffled moans of your step-brother. he thrashed his hands around— vigorously trying to grip onto anything.

you grinned at this, continuously thrusting into him. Denki felt his consciousness leaving him, his eyes falling lidded and heavy.

you, stuttering over the feeling of your own body, groaned profusely— your hips stinging with exhaustion. “you— mgh! you can’t handle my dick? if you wanna tap out, just tell me what you were doing in here.”

Denki mumbled, not knowing how to form correct words. “I—nguhm! ne— never anyth’ng! do th’ng!” he consulted his eyes, the orange pupils glass-like and heart-shaped. “nghu! FUGKH! m—man! ca—can’t think!”

a skeletal architecture altered into his body, forming a permanent semicircular shape— an arch lifted his body off the bed, rubbing your slit into his prostate.

both of your came— your cock trembling with painful arcs of melancholy emission staining the onslaught of Denki’s organs. his body spasmed with crude pleasure— his eyes rolling into emptiness.

his body went limp in your arms: mouth slack, eyes closed, and breathing shallow.

he’d passed out.

your body heaved, heavily burned from your orgasm. your cock was still deep within him, your semen creating a barrier between the two of you— however his warmth was still surrounding you in surreal relief. it begged you to keep going, begged for you to unload your balls and every drop of cum you had into him.

a gulp traveled intermittently across your tongue, cascading into your throat. you casually slipped your finger onto his waist— gripping the skin in a gentle embrace.

you pushed your pelvis further into him, your tip ramming against the bottom of his enclosure. your head tilted back, eyes closed with plenty more pleasure.

you pulled from him, slamming back against his skin in a single breathless moment. his body rippled through with waves of light. sweat enchanted his body like a giant cloud, puddling on his stomach— entrancing the skin alongside the pool of his cum.

you again thrusted into him— this time harsher. you were transported to another world, blissfully unaware of Denki’s stirring body. he was waking back up, his cock sleek with pre-cum.

his vision was still obscured, the feeling of fabric still plastered over his tongue. he whined, more pre-cum falling from his slit. “mghph— phuhk muh! [nuhmhe]! chaut c—can’t cuhm! n’more!”

you couldn’t hear him. you were completely lost in your own thoughts: the same words repeated throughout the entire time, “fuck him! fuck him until he can’t walk! fuck him! fuck him! fuck him fuck him fuckhimfuckhimFUCKHIMFUCKHIM!”

your thoughts mushed together, a singular statement that dug deeper and deeper into your mind. it burned into your brain, forcing your hips to move internally deeper, milking a third orgasm from Denki. he couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, he was racked with tears— crying out in ecstay

you were panting heavily, biting down on your lip to keep your sounds of elation. your orgasm was slowly steeping upon you, the feeling setting off a buzzing sensation all over your body.

“fuuhk… Denki, I’m gonna— Imma cum.”

Denki’s legs shook with excitement, another orgasm rumbling through his body. he screamed around your shirt, pressing his hips against yours. spit dripped from his chin, running down his abdomen and onto his maroon shaded tip.

overwhelming coils of heat knotted within you, pushing your hips into an uneven pace

you weren’t aiming at anything, just hitting Denki’s body over and over again. you were chasing after an orgasm that was mere inches away.

sloppy thrust turned to harsh, animalistic tactics— erratically fucking Denki into the soft cloth rubbing against your balls. you were going crazy, the heat from your abdomen shooting into your tip, choking you in a panicked rage.

you leaned down to Denki, ripping your shirt from his lips, quickly replacing the cloth with the chapped skin of your lips. you messily kissed along his face, moving sloppily to his neck. “who’s your daddy?”

Denki moaned— the sound hoarse and cracking. “y—[name]! m’daddy! m’yer slut!”

the words only continued to edge you, your tip twitching inside him, “say it again— fuck… I’m so close to giving you my kids…!” your shaft throbbed at his mindlessness, the moans bouncing like embers from a raging river of fire. “please, say it again…! what’s my name, Denk?”

“daddy! da—duaddy! mngh!… ma’cuhm! cuhm n’daddy’s cock!” again Denki clench around you, his swollen hole screaming at you to keep going— keep abusing him until your name was spelled into his organs.

“fu—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence, a powerful surge of pleasure rushing through every blood cell in your body, energetically jerking your lower body around. like an angry explosion your cum clawed its way through you, pushing out any and everything you had within you, transferring it into Denki.

Denki’s cum was clear— thin and falling onto his pecs, dripping like water onto his face. he shivered at the feeling, not having the energy to move or even breathe correctly.

you sighed, head falling painfully to your pillow, the feeling of Denki’s hair right beside your face annoying the nerve endings of your skin.

you pushed his head away, closing your eyes and drifting into a deep sleep.

until…

“[NAME]! DENKI! WHAT IS GOING ON?! WHAT ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING?!!”

you gulped.

shit.

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do u have any gyu hard thoughts to share with the class plea 💔💔😞

this is my first time writing hard thoughts based on anon ask pls look at it prettily and let me know if there were mistakes!!

ok omg anonie!! there's just so, so many hard thoughts about beomgyu, and most of them tend to be filthy as fuck, because i don't think he won't just 'make love' to you, sometimes he kinda seeks a purely messy fuck.

okay this one that's been currently been on my head is that beomgyu out of all the members most likely would be inclined into see you just go crazy, like batshit eyes rolled back even without him touching —actually begging for him to fuck you real good with his dick while you're already getting your pussy ravaged.

so yeah, i think he'd probably buy you a fucking machine.

tag warnings: voyeur, overstimulation, masturbation( both female and male, sex toys, squirting, cunninglingus(?) not proofread yet.

the loud whirring noise of the fuck machine fusing with your own melodic screams of pleasure sent shivers down beomgyu's spine as he sat before you in chair, with his cock in his hand.

beomgyu's legs were apart much like yours, his balls sat heavy on the cushioned surface of the chair—filled with cum that he wanted to release into your cunt, but seeing the artificial silicon cock thrusting in out of our swollen core had kept him seated. the way your body writhed in overstimulation to the rhythm of the rigorous machine scratched the perverse itch in his head. noticing the way your pussy clenched against the fake cock, and your body lathered in sweat, it was starting to get hard for beomgyu to keep hands to himself.

oh how desperately did he want to replace the fake cock with his real one—but he won't. he wanted to see you break first.

"fuck beomgyu i want your fucking cock!" you screamed as your hips shook, the assault still carrying on your poor cunt—that shook uncontrollably at each thrust.

beomgyu ran his hand through the slit of his cock, a barely audible hiss playing at the tip of his tongue as he pressed his thumb deeper—causing more precum to leak out as his eyes assessed your situation.

you were laid on a towel—that was almost wet due to the numerous times you had squirted already whenever beomgyu pulled the machine back to see you cunt clench over nothing—it was one of his sick guilty pleasure—you were panting heavily, the sweat dripping down from your body to the same towel, and your legs wobbling as you tried to get yourself off the machine as it fucked your own cum back into your cunt. the black colour of the cock turning stained with your white fluid.

"do u really want my cock?"

beomgyu stood up— his angry, hard cock standing up straight against his stomach as he walked over to you.

beomgyu bent down slightly before you slightly so he was hunched over you, his right hand coming so close to your pussy that you started to dream that he was finally gonna free you and fuck you himself but instead his hands fisted the silicon cock that was still thrusting inside. the warmth of his hands sending you into an overdrive, and the coil in your lower stomach tightening when you felt the side of his palm dig into your pussy.

you gulped—beomgyu was staring right in your eyes as his hand fisted the cock, before he finally pulled again and held the open palm—with your essence all over it and stuck his tongue out. his tongue widened at his palm as he took lip, making sure to get most of it. you pussy was clenching against the cock more than you could even handle, but your body wasn't in your control.

"squirt directly into my mouth next time and maybe then I'll fuck you with my cock."

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Title: Milk Bar

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, omega verse, milking, college AU, alpha Steve, omega Bucky

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The Milk Bar had a simple purpose, to milk. It was established in most omega schools by the late 1900s when they discovered that omegas will chafe from too much masturbation while in heat. They found they were too desperate to use their slick properly and ergo the no masturbation rule for omegas came into play.

In the beginning, there was some retaliation to the rule and the construction of the Milk Bar but after a short time, omegas fell privy to the convenience and enjoyment of it.

Over time, the Milk Bar has become fully customizable. Each omega fills out exactly how they want to be milked whether that be by a machine, toy, a professor's hand, or a professor's cock. The bar assures full anonymity for both sides and the bar is open 24 hours.

When Bucky first got to university, he hated the idea. He even rebelled when he got his first heat at school and secretly got himself off during the nights. But the chafing was worse than ever since he was so rushed to get through it in the limited hours under his bedsheets.

Eventually, he stubbornly tried the bar and ordered a toy. And yeah, it was nice. Alone in a soundproof room with a slicked up toy that got him off so well he couldn't resist coming back.

The more he went back, the more he wanted. He couldn't help himself, every sign of a boner and Bucky was rerouting to the bar after class, before bed, during lunch. Basically, all the time.

Finally, the day came when Bucky swallowed his pride and ordered a professor's hand. Bucky wasn't sure what to expect and he walked into the room hesitantly.

Ends up, this service is similar to a glory hole except it's more like five-star establishment glory hole. The hole is built into a velvet patterned wall with a spongey rim. There's a plush cushion set on the floor so that kneeling will be more comfortable.

Bucky settles onto the cushion. He unzips his fly slowly, gulps down a lump of nerves and then pushes his hard cock through the soft hole. Already, the spongey texture hugs the base nicely. He has the urge to slide his cock back out then in again and get himself off on that alone but he doesn't have the chance when a warm hand wraps around him.

The movement is careful at first. Slow, calculated. He feels fingertips graze over the head of his cock and he shudders. Maybe he was missing out, he thinks. Using toys all this time doesn't quite compare to a human touch.

The hand grips him firmly and strokes down his entire length. Bucky coughs out an uneven moan. The unknown, the anticipation of what the man — or hand — will do to him is making Bucky's gut coil with excitement. Yeah, this might be a whole lot better.

"You must've been waiting for this," a voice speaks from the other side of the wall.

Bucky tenses, he wasn't expecting the person to talk. Is that part of the service, he wonders. There were no specifics in the order form.

"Poor head is all red and swollen. You're leaking, honey. Oh, you need this bad," the voice goes on.

Bucky shivers. Damn, the voice is nice. It's low and deep, definitely a man. And the way the man's talking to him is making his skin burn in all the right ways. He wouldn't be opposed to more dirty talk. So he answers.

"Been holding out all class," he replies and he's embarrassed by the crack in his voice. He's still nervous, he's never done this.

"Awe, poor thing," the voice coos and strokes him tightly.

The grip stays firm and makes sure to pull all the way from the base to the very tip. It's not until the palm circles his head, his thumb pressing into the slit that Bucky moans wanting and loud.

He bites down on his lip, feeling his face flush even though the other man can't see him — won't even know who he is. Still, he's embarrassed. But the man on the other side hums contently.

"That's it, honey. Let it happen. I know how much you need this."

Bucky whines at that, god it's really doing something for him. No more toys ever, he thinks right before his brain goes blank because the man starts stroking him rough and fast, focusing mostly on the head before another hand squeezes through the hole to cup his balls.

Bucky pushes forward on instinct trying to fit his balls through the hole, trying to give as much of himself as he can to this stranger who's helping him so well.

It's perfect then, the man plays with his balls and strokes his cock with a fervor Bucky can't usually maintain himself. And then there's something wet on the head — oh fuck, a tongue. Bucky has no idea if this is included in "Professor's hand" he's pretty sure it's fucking not but he doesn't give a single fuck.

Bucky's hipbones thump against the wall as he thrusts forward, desperate for more. He wants the man to put his whole mouth around him, swallow him down. He keeps pushing against the wall in a sad attempt to get it.

"Oh please," he hears himself plead. "Oh god."

He never gets more than the tongue teasing the tip but everything the professor is doing is more than enough to send him straight over the edge. And Bucky howls. Honestly, he swears he's way too loud but his orgasm bursts out of him so unexpectedly he can't help what broken sound escapes him.

His forehead drops against the velvet. He pants roughly as he feels the hands release him and fall away. He pouts, truly pouts, because he wants those hands back, that tongue back — that voice.

Don't go, he wants to say but it's their job to leave. This is it, this is all he ordered.

He's not sure if the man is still there by the time Bucky finally picks himself up and rezips his fly. But he still says it out loud just in case.

"I'm coming back after my class... at 7."

He walks out on shaky limbs.

And it's crazy, there's no reason to hope the same man will be there. He'll never know who it is and all he did was talk a little sultry to him. Maybe they all do that... guess he'll find out, Bucky supposes.

~~~

He's back sliding his cock through the hole more eagerly this time. A hand wraps around him. Bucky closes his eyes.

"You're just as hard as last time, honey," the voice says.

"It's you," Bucky lights up, eyes open wide again.

"Of course, figured your message earlier was a request for me. I hope so, at least."

"Yes."

"Good," the voice hums, making his first stroke with his fist. "Been thinking about this sweet cock for hours."

Bucky shivers, smiling now, and pressing as much as he can against the wall.

"Please, it's so good," Bucky mumbles.

The man fists him in tight strokes, slowly at first, before picking up the pace. He reaches for the balls. Bucky thrusts forward. This time the man pulls them forward so they're pressed tightly under his cock, squished to the rim of the hole. The professor teases his balls gently as his other hand plays with the leaking slit.

Bucky moans brokenly. His hips hump the wall in short spurts letting the spongey rim stroke the base of his cock as the man on the other side services the rest.

The tongue is introduced a few minutes later and Bucky whines breathlessly when he feels the first lick against his tip.

"Please, please," Bucky mews.

The tongue pauses momentarily before a pair of lips engulfs the head of his cock. Bucky sucks in a breath of anticipation. The heat of the mouth stays fixated around just the head but it's enough. Bucky comes in pulses, immediately, right into the man's mouth.

Then a cold air hits him brutally as everything falls away again.

It's no surprise Bucky keeps telling the man exactly when he'll return. It happens three more times before the man changes.

Bucky's so disappointed when he feels a different hand wrap around him. When the new person doesn't speak a word to him, it takes Bucky double the time to get off. And at one point, he hears a huff of annoyance on the other side of the wall when it takes that long.

Bucky's scared to go back now. It was so different with someone else and there's no guarantee he'll get the man with the pleasant voice. So Bucky goes back to the toys but he's missing the mystery man like a song he's desperate to play on repeat.

~~~

One day after class, Bucky walks out half hard. It's frustrating at this point to think about going to the bar for a mere plastic toy. It doesn't feel enough anymore.

He stands in front of the door to the Milk Bar contemplating his order. He doesn't want an irritable, silent hand again. He'd take any toy over that. But is the small chance worth it to order a Professor's hand again in hopes it'll be him.

Eventually, Bucky realizes he's got to go in. He's started throbbing in his jeans. He tugs on himself discreetly before stepping up to grab the handle of the door when it swings open.

The door hits him in the shoulder and he tumbles backward falling onto the ground.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

Bucky stiffens, he can't move even as a hand grabs his elbow and tries to help him up.

"I'm sorry about that," the voice says again.

Bucky looks up, eyes wide with disbelief, and stares into the face of an attractive older man. Eyes blue as the ocean, blonde hair with waves to match, and a voice he recognizes far too well.

Bucky's speechless and it worries the man. He helps Bucky to his feet and steps back with a frown.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

Bucky shakes his head, his skin starts to tingle with every familiar note he gets.

"I'm... Bucky," he says and puts his hands out.

"Oh, I'm Steve or well, Professor Rogers. I don't think I've had you in class before," he replies, shaking Bucky's hand.

And Bucky feels the memorable warmth and smoothness of the palm in his. He holds on tightly, not letting the man's hand go. Steve's brows knit together in confusion.

"No, you haven't," Bucky answers. "But I think we've met."

Steve still looks lost, he glances down at their hands, then shakes his head with more confusion.

Bucky motions to the bar behind them and Steve's eyes go wide.

"Oh, no. That's completely anonymous," Steve objects.

"I told you when I'd be back but you weren't there."

Steve's mouth parts. "That was you?"

"It wasn't the same," Bucky frowns, finally letting Steve's hand go.

"What do you mean?"

"No one does it like you," Bucky's voice cracks but he doesn't care this time. He's finally found the man behind the wall and he can't let him go now.

Steve's face morphs into something else, his eyes darken.

"Well, no one's ever answered me before."

Bucky smiles, he can't help it from spreading across his face.

"Please, could we..."

"The bar has to be anonymous, you can't request me."

Bucky sighs.

"But now that we've met outside the bar..." Steve points out, "we could go somewhere else."

~~~

They stumble into Steve's place. He switches the lights on, kicks the door shut and leads Bucky to his bedroom kissing him all the while.

He crawls over Bucky on the bed, kissing him everywhere. This is what the bar is missing, Bucky thinks. Kissing. Bucky loves it, he squirms in delight kissing the man back as best he can.

"Want more," Bucky breathes.

"Mhm?"

"More than your hand. Want your cock, Steve."

"Fuck," Steve growls and latches his mouth onto Bucky's neck before he kisses down to his collar.

He lifts Bucky's shirt up kissing the skin revealed underneath. He licks over a nipple and Bucky shudders. He moans when Steve's lips suck down. He grabs Steve's hair, moaning in his ear as Steve moves to the next nipple.

"You're sensitive," Steve hums happily.

He kisses down Bucky's ribcage and Bucky sucks in sharp breaths feeling a fiery heat spread over him.

Steve sits up, his hands collecting at the fly of Bucky's pants. He runs a hand over the bulge there.

"You need it as bad as last time?" Steve teases.

"Worse," Bucky huffs, his hips bucking into the air.

Steve chuckles darkly pushing his waist back down.

"Well, I better see for myself," Steve says and undoes the fly, slipping his hand inside to pull Bucky out.

Bucky's aching in his hand. He bites back a whine as Steve holds him. It feels as perfect as he remembers.

"More Steve," Bucky whines again trying to push up into his hand but Steve won't budge.

"I know, honey. You want me to fuck you. And I intend to."

Bucky shivers with his words. It makes Steve smile and he leans down to kiss the head of the cock. He sticks his tongue out and laps gently over the tip. Bucky breathes out shakily.

"I wasn't supposed to do this at the bar," Steve says in between short licks. "But I couldn't resist. Once I saw this pretty cock."

Bucky moans in response.

"I needed it. You knew," Bucky whimpers.

Steve lets out a satisfied growl at that and rewards Bucky by sucking the head into his mouth. He lets his lips slide further down this time, eyes trained on Bucky as he taunts him with more and more of his hot mouth.

"Yes, please."

Steve smiles around him and finally, swallows him down to the base. Bucky moans out a long and loud. He tries to savor the feeling but then Steve lifts up much too soon.

"It killed me when you begged me," Steve pants over him. He kisses him hard and then grabs his cock, stroking him steadily in between them. "God, Bucky you're the only one I had to touch myself with at the bar."

Bucky whines desperately, fuck, it's the hottest picture Steve could've ever put in his head.

His hips lift again as Steve's fist moves up and down him.

"More, Steve. Please, please."

"I know, honey," Steve coos and lets go of his cock.

He slides Bucky's pants and underwear off, brings three fingers to his mouth and slurps on them vigorously. He wets Bucky's rim, licks his fingers again, and sticks the first one inside.

Bucky's body instantly reacts. Slick drips out of him, coating Steve's hand and his thighs.

"Fuck, honey. Look how bad you need it."

Bucky nods, pushing his hips forward, and biting his lip.

"Tell me, 'mega, what do you need?" Steve asks.

"Your cock, alpha," Bucky mewls.

Steve growls with a smile and whips his hand back. He tears open his pants and pulls his cock out. Bucky drools at the sheer size of him. Then sucks it all back in when Steve shoves it inside him in one hard thrust. He cries out, slick pours out of him. Steve captures his mouth in a filthy kiss.

"We can't do this at the bar," Steve croons as his hips jolt into a cruel and fast pace. "Can't watch your face, can't see what my cock is doing to you."

Bucky whines, hugging Steve tight as his cock rubs over his prostate repeatedly.

"Yeah, I know sweet thing. I know how bad it is. I'm gonna help you, just take it," Steve coaxes.

More slick gushes out of Bucky. Another kiss invades his mouth. Steve's tongue invites himself in and then Steve starts ramping up the pace. Pounding his cock into him like it's his job.

Bucky's eyes roll back, he's already too close.

"That's it, honey. You need this," Steve husks and grabs his cock to pry the come out of him.

It works, much too immediately, and Bucky starts shaking as he comes.

Steve sits back to admire his work. Bucky's come spread over his stomach. Steve smiles right before he pulls back and then slams into him again. Then he fucks him that hard until he comes and Bucky's nutting all over again.

They catch their breath together. Bucky can already feel how sticky he is with the mess of slick and come between his thighs but he doesn't care. He kisses Steve's shoulder until the man picks his head up and kisses him on the lips.

"Feel better?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods breathlessly. Steve pulls out and easily scoops Bucky into his arms, flipping them around so Bucky's curled into his chest as Steve rests against the headboard.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Steve says kissing Bucky's forehead.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you."

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Can You Do A Vampire Donnie x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Can You Do A Lemon For It Too

89. Mating season 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 142. “Bite me.” 5. “MINE.” with 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” and Turning into a vampire

First time

A/n: I didn't do the vampire part bc I couldn't make it make sense..if that makes sense, but I hope you like it. I'm not good at smut so I'm sorry if it sucks. Thanks for requesting!

Also minors don't read.

I was so excited! Finally me and Donnie could have the place to ourselves.

Raph, Leo, and Mikey had all agreed to hang out with April for the night and she had convinced Splinter to come with. Which was shocking that he had agreed. Which meant I could have alone time with Donnie.

Which meant we could do alone time things..

But I was nervous. We had talked about it and decided when we could be alone we would..do it. Which was a big step and it was definitely nerve wracking.

So I put on the nicest set of lingerie I had and put on my cutest clothes. Today was the day and honestly I was just excited to see Donnie.

I arrived at the lair shortly after everyone else had left and I knew I would find Donnie working in his lab and that I did.

There he was tinkering with some weird machine he was building and I cleared my throat. Stepping into the room and over to where he was.

"Hey! You got here sooner than I thought you would?" He set down his tools and wiped off his hands.

Turning to look at him I smiled

"Yeah I was really excited to see you.."

"So do you want to uh watch a movie first or.."

"Donnie we don't have to rush into it. We can watch a movie first."

"Okay! Follow me." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room. Softly shutting the door behind him.

"M'Lady." He motioned to his bed and I laughed before making myself comfortable amongst the cushions.

He sat next to me and pulled out his phone. We settled on watching Jurassic Park and I could tell he was nervous the entire movie, but I was too.

Once the movie wrapped up I looked over at Donnie and smiled at him.

Reaching up and turning his face to mine.

"Just relax Donnie." I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and he smiled down at me.

Brushing his hand over my shoulder. I climbed over him off the bed and slowly stripped off each article of clothing watching as Donnie stared at him hungrily and shifted on the mattress before climbing back onto the bed.

"Wow you look.. beautiful."

"Your turn." I giggled motioning to his still clothed form.

"right uh yeah." Donnie stood and hurriedly stripped the clothing from his body until he was as bare as me

As my eyes danced along his naked figure I felt my core clench at the sight. He was much bigger than I had imagined. His words tore me from my thoughts.

"Lay back and let me take care of you." Donnie mumbled before climbing onto the bed and leaning over me as I laid back against the sheets.

He began to place soft kisses all over my face before trailing them down my neck to my shoulder leaving small bites along the way. Eliciting quiet moans from my lips.

I felt his finger trail downwards and I felt his hesitation to continue.

"Don't hold back Donnie.." I mumbled and his fingers continued their downward dance.

Before he trailed a finger along my slit and over my sensitive nub. My body jolted slightly before he began to work a finger into my entrance.

I moaned softly at the feeling of his finger stretching me and Donnie continued his ministrations all while placing slow kisses all over my neck and breasts. Kneading and pulling at them.

Donnie slowly slid another finger in with the first and I felt a coil begin to form in my stomach.

Donnie moved his fingers quicker at the sounds leaving my lips and finally the coil snapped and I convulsed against him. The only sound heard throughout the room was my quick breathing and the soft wet sounds of Donnie slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean all whilst staring at me and I gulped at the sight. Leaning up and kissing him humming at the taste of me on his lips.

Before pulling away and laying down against the sheets. Looking up at Donnie I took a deep breathe

"Well aren't you gonna finish what you started?"

Donnie let out a small chuckle before lining himself up to my entrance. Slowly pushing in and I moaned at the feeling. Once he bottomed out he paused for a moment and let me adjust. Placing soft kisses on my face to distract me.

"Okay..you can move."

Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in and we both moaned at the feeling before he did it again. Slowly picking up the pace. I felt that familiar feeling in my stomach again.

"Donnie.." I whined out.

"Y/n..I-I don't think I can last much longer." He let out another moan and gripped onto his arms tighter.

After a few more harsh thrusts I came undone and Donnie let out a cry and I felt his warm seed fill me up. Slowly he pulled out and placed a kiss onto my lips. Climbing off of me and I listened to him fumble around his dresser.

I winced at the wet cloth on me and Donnie placed gentle kisses on my knee.

"Sorry.." He mumbled before I watched him toss it in the trash and he laid next to me.

Wrapping me in his arms.

"How was it?" I looked up at him and laughed

"It was great Donnie." He smiled and lifted his covers over the both of us.

"Get some rest. I'll wake you in a little bit." He pulled me into him and wrapped my arms around him.

"Okay.." I yawned and my eyes drifted shut.

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Love Host - Ch. 6

SUMMARY: A prequel to my fic, “Good Boy.” Takes place during the final scene of the game and the journey home afterwards. Miles becomes the host and the Walrider intends to consummate their bond. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: E (for tentacle sex / xenophilia)

PAIRING: Walmiles (WalriderxMiles)

WORD COUNT: 3,616

READ ON AO3: Here

A/N: Miles experiments with the Walrider’s cloaking abilities. 😋 Waylon makes contact and the journalist finally gets the thanks he deserves. It's an emotional exchange to say the least.

Happy Valentine’s Day y’all!! 🖤 💗 🖤

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When insistent claws latch onto his hips, yanking him off-balance, Miles squeaks, an emasculate high-pitched sound that he hates himself for.

His mismatched hands fly around the machine’s neck to steady himself, tumbling into his partner's chest, his leaking dick pressing against a dark, chiseled abdomen. The man holds his position there, too dizzy with arousal to trust moving himself, the sensation growing stronger now that he's lost his bearings.

Miles won't say it out loud, but he likes being manhandled. The coveted shocks of pain remind him that he and the Walrider are both solid and alive (at least in some capacity) and the brunette loosens his grip to stroke along the cords of the machine’s neck, his touches alternating between light and firm.

"I … I want to fuck myself on you," the host confesses into the hinge of the creature's jaw, where the juncture of an ear would be. "With those tentacles of yours," the brunette adds for clarification, a flood of embarrassment serrating his voice, making it tricky to vocalize.

Miles is shaking again, just from sharing this dirty little secret (which wasn't much of a secret to begin with) because in truth, he's been meaning to do this ever since their first night at home in his apartment.

The Walrider's eyes stretch owlishly at first, invigorated by the rush of adrenaline coursing through it's host, the revelation causing the man's heartbeat to quicken, the blood roaring in his veins.

Rapturous claws squeeze harder onto sharp hip bones, slotting their bodies together,it's mystical, silvery gaze pinched into fine-cut slits as a fabricated tongue licks at the human's neck, caressing over a thumping pulse point. The manmade demon matches the frantic vibrato it finds with a deep and bassy growl, a thick reverberation that trickles down into a purr against soft, porcelain skin.

Out of the corner of his eye, Miles can see dark tentacles phase into existence around them, a commune of phantoms ready and eager to carry out his wishes.

Miles hisses through his teeth, bucking his hips as tendrils stroke along his back in gentle, sanguine coils, his stomach muscles pulled taut as he bends into an appreciative arch.

The brunette considers letting his partner take control, to get lost in the thrall, but he can't, not yet. There's something he has to take care of first.

The journalist anchors himself around the Walrider’s neck, bringing two pale fingers to his lips, wetting them with his tongue.

"Watch me get myself ready for you, in the mirror," Miles tells his partner, reaching down to press slick fingers inside himself.

The ambient tentacles withdraw from around their host, lingering just beyond his reach, giving Miles space to stretch out the tight ring of muscle hidden between his legs.

The claws hooked to his sides roam down, grasping around the flesh of his ass cheeks, stretching them further apart, seeking a wider angle of the human's core as the host grinds down against his fingers.

"Mnn, so how's the view," Miles asks in a sordid tease, "Like what you see?"

The Walrider growls in blatant accord, praising it's host with kisses. It's long tongue skirts against the human's lips and Miles groans once the appendage slips inside his mouth to tangle with his own.

When the machine pulls back, it's to dip twin claws into the man's mouth, mimicking it’s host’s actions as it so often does, their presence tenuous and sharp, but that doesn't stop the journalist from lapping at them greedily, satisfied only when they're left sopping with spit.

Those decidedly sharp digits leave him to trail downward and Miles feels a trickle of fear in his gut, knowing their intent, but it's overshadowed by the swell of heady anticipation.

One such dagger-like point slides inside to join his own blunt fingers, raising the number of foreign objects in his ass to three. Their phalanges twist against each other, pushing in at different momentums, a friction of textures that curl against his sweet spot, making Miles moan, long and deep, his head tilted back.

"I– I am going to take mine out …," Miles pants, feeling a little less full as he does, the Walrider following his movements, permitting just the keen edge of a sharpened nail to remain inside.

"No, wait," the brunette says, growing tense, eyes screwed shut. "It's … OK, you can keep yours in. Add the other one … please."

A second claw moves with cautious, calculated increments, minimizing the potential for error should it inadvertently damage it's host by implementing them too quickly.

"That's it," Miles groans appreciatively, panting breaths aimed toward the ceiling when those claws insert themselves up to the knuckle,"do … do that thing you showed me. Make them disappear."

The Walrider obliges, cloaking it's claws in fractals of light, their appearance practically invisible.

"How does that look? Can … can you see," Miles asks, peering over his shoulder to get a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

He's greeted by the sight of his gaping hole, probed and violated by strange translucent shapes, a mirage of movement, mercurial and oily.

With a predominantly red face, Miles swiftly turns back around.

"Haha, y-yeah, you can definitely s-see," he comments dryly, trying to steady the horrible stutter invading his voice.

That had affected him more than it should have and Miles can't get the image out of his mind, not even when he closes his eyes. The Walrider nudges it's dark, vaulted cheeks against its host, coaxing him open with smooth, languid preparations and the human finds he is hastily approaching his limit.

"You can t-take them out-t. I-I … I am ready, " the brunettes says, his intermittent breaths coming in quick, little rasps.

The Walrider ignores him, thrusting its claws inside its pliant host more vigorously than before, loving the way the human shudders with barely restrained pleasure.

"H-hey! Y-you're – you're not listening," Miles whines, his grimace of anger at war with the arousal on his face," If… if you don't stop … I am … I am going to come."

The machine doesn't understand why it's host is so opposed to the idea. How could an orgasm be such a bad thing, especially since the resourceful bioweapon could provide the man with several more in swift, consecutive order? That is, if his stubborn mortal lover would allow it.

Miles continues to whimper, squirming around in protest of the Walrider's defiance, making it more difficult for his partner to maneuver without the risk of hurting him. It was hardly any reason to be irate, but the reporter felt something akin to shame, ineptitude, at having circled the brink without so much as a single hand stroke to his aching dick.

Soon enough, thanks to all the insolent tossing and turning, his delicate insides are injured, catching the wrong side of a sharpened nail against soft tissue. The human jolts, having felt the sting of discomfort like an electric current and the Walrider pulls free of the assailed heat before it can cause any more devastating wounds.

Miles deflates in surrender, head resting on the machine’s shoulder. His hips jerk forward, desperate for contact, needing to be filled again, whining for the return of those diligent claws rather than their absence, the bloody hypocrite.

A tentacle squirms into his mouth and even in his delirious state, Miles knows enough to slick it with saliva. The tendril doesn't linger once the task is done, relocating to where the human wants it the most, claws on either side of his ass keeping him spread. The phallus slides in much easier than it had during their past experiences, thoroughly coated in improvised lube.

Miles cries out, too loud for the thin motel walls, enough for the adjacent rooms to hear him. He slaps a hand over his mouth to keep his moans in check, remembering that there were other people around that might complain about the noise. At least he had enough foresight to leave the, 'do not disturb,' placard on the doorknob and if it really came down to it, the Walrider could turn them both invisible if their love making became raucous enough to warrant a room inspection

"Let me ride you," Miles says, meeting the Walriders' mystical eyes, cupping a stygian check in his palm.

The machine gives a subsequent growl and the man in his lap starts off with a few experimental thrusts, setting the pace as he rocks up and down, his whole body tingling with heat.

The Walrider’s fastidious growl falls an octave lower as it nips at the man's neck, marking the smooth, unblemished skin with a series of love bites. Miles sucks in a breath, groaning as teeth pierce into him, razing his delicate flesh into a gleam of red jewels.

"Oh god, it fucks me up so good when you do that," the host rasps, still reeling from the aftershocks of being suckled and bruised, clutching tightly to the Walrider's sinewy shoulders.

The machine offers a knowing, possessive grumble, hot mechanized steam blowing over the abused spot like simulated breath. Just as well, the machine enjoyed branding it's host, pleased that both sides of the human’s neck now matched, indented with teeth marks, one pink and healing while the other was glistening and raw.

These facets were no less a symbol of their bond and to further signify this, talons rake down the expanse of his back, leaving branching rows of crimson streaks in their wake, an impression of folded wings dragged across his spine.

The Walrider flips the man around, the brunette now facing forward, the two pressed back to chest because it’s the human’s turn to watch them in the mirror, to behold the unseen force parting him down the middle, fucking his ass ragged.

His research papers are falling to the floor, his laptop will soon meet the same fate if he's not careful, but Miles can’t say he cares too much about that, not when more tentacles wrap around him until he’s consumed, smothered, overindulged

The Walrider bites at his ear, a guttural purr making Miles’ head spin, innocuous tentacles claiming every outstanding limb he has to offer, stroking and squeezing him to completion. The man can't speak with a tentacle in his mouth, not coherently anyway, gagged, but no less vocal, his whole body trembling as he spurts his release all over the reflective surface of the mirror and he’s too far gone to think about how obscene that is.

The reporter crumbles against the Walrider's chest, head resting against his partner’s collarbone, entirely spent. His tightly clenched hands finally let go of the death grip he held on the sheets, his unwound body growing incredibly heavy.

The apparition withdraws it’s tentacles, choosing to hold the human with it’s claws alone, nuzzling the nape of an abused neck, buried in the sweaty strands of midnight colored hair.

Miles watches in the mirror as the Walrider lifts the shroud, unmasking itself, happy to see the demon's shadowy form grace his vision once more, the miasma swarming as it curls around him in a comforting embrace, as easy as breathing.

Succumbing to his euphoric haze, Miles stumbles upon the insane notion that the machine might just love him in return.

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That following morning, Waylon contacts Miles through an encrypted email.

Inside the message is a series of numbers divided by periods and semicolons, a blueprint of latitude and longitude as well as a specific time to meet.

The prearranged destination turns out to be a normal enough looking place – a rustic small-town with a few shops parsed with suburban homes, street lamps and trees.

His Audi is parked along the sidewalk, outside of a hardware store, having gotten there early to stake out the surrounding area. There’s not many people about, not even a token jogger out for a run and the few contemporary cars strewn across the block probably belonged to employees of the adjacent businesses.

Miles takes a sip of his coffee, the styrofoam cup a remnant of the motel’s continental breakfast.

OK then. All quiet on the western front.

He doesn't have too much longer to sight-see, the ring of a nearby payphone commanding his attention and the brunette has the distinct impression the call is intended for him.

After a few shrill rings, Miles exits the car. He clamors into the antique-looking phone booth, the door a bitch and half to open, surprised it still worked by all the glaring signs of urban decay.

He answers with a casual, "Ya'low?"

"Miles?"

"Speaking," the journalist affirms, the cheekily devil.

"Hey, it's Waylon."

"I know. I was hoping you'd call," the brunette smirks.

"Cut the shit," the ex Murkoff employee snaps, grumpy and sleep deprived.

Miles keeps his degenerate mouth shut, knowing that he was just one snarky remark away from forcing the high-strung runaway into hanging up on him. Self-restraint proves to be the right move.

"Right, so anyway,” Waylon continues, “it's not a lot to go on, but I think I might have an idea of where your damn jeep is."

Miles' face splits into a wide grin, positively giddy at the news. "That's great, Way," he cheers, "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, don't go thanking me just yet," Waylon grumbles with a sigh, probably nursing a migraine by the sound of it, "You ready?"

"Lay it on me, Way baby," Miles sings, nudging the receiver into the crook of his shoulder, digging into his pockets for his trusty notebook and pen.

"Isn't it too early for us to give each other nicknames," Waylon gripes, irked by the buddy-buddy attitude the reporter has affiliated him with.

"Nah, now's the perfect time," Miles counters, passively, “Not hearing those coordinates.”

Waylon sighs,“Fine, it’s …”

Miles scrawls down the address, grateful for the techie’s verbal cues, a considerate pause break for each new line. The journalist gives his penmanship a quick read over, nodding in approval.

"Thanks again, Way! This really means a lot,” the reporter says, elated, his tone a bit more heartfelt as he segues into his next question, "Hey, have you given it any more thought, you know, about the other thing I mentioned?"

The irritable groan that follows is paramount, Waylon's less than perfect mood tipping further towards sour and resentful. He was probably hoping Miles wouldn't ask.

"Don't push it," the cranky engineer warns, "I still have some things to sort out, but I'll let you know if and when I decide to go along with your insane plan."

A quiet interlude hangs between them and the reporter wonders if this marks the end of their conversation, of what Waylon’s delayed breaths could mean.

"Miles," the computer nerd drawls, his tone a bit too soft and foreboding.

The journalist quirks a brow, suspicious of what the blonde is about to say next.

"Yeah," he prompts.

"Be careful," the groggy engineer exhales, a strain of aggravation, "You know who might be monitoring the location I gave you."

It's Miles' turn to sigh, "Yeah, I figured that was a possibility. Not that I don't appreciate the concern."

"Are you sure there isn't anything that I can say that would convince you not to go?"

The brunette's brows knot in contemplation, his hand curling tightly around the receiver.

"No," Miles says flatly, the undertone of his voice grim, but steadfast, "this is just something that I have to do."

Waylon relinquishes another pointed sigh and Miles supposes he owes his newfound friend some cursory elaboration on this ongoing, “dude where’s my jeep,” saga.

"Waylon you should know, that jeep ... it isn't just a jeep to me," Miles begins, the subject matter a tender one to discuss, "This isn't about money or principal -- it belonged to someone important. It's all I have left of them. I can't leave that behind."

Waylon makes a noise of acquiescence, a light exasperation that says he understands Miles' motivations a little better, but no less agrees with him.

"Yeah, OK. I get it." Waylon says, most likely running a hand down his face judging by the garbled tone, "But if shit starts to go sideways, promise me you'll get the hell out of there. I am sure whoever it is that you're doing this for would want you to come back in one piece."

"No promises," Miles jives with a morbid chuckle.

Waylon laughs along with him, although the occasion is short-lived, an important recollection taking precedence, "Hey, hang on for a quick second. There's someone who wants to talk to you."

Briefly, Miles wonders who it could be, a crackle of static dominating the call as Wayon passes the phone over to the supposed mystery guest.

"Hello? Miles?"

It's feminine voice, one that the journalist fails to recognize no matter how hard he wrecks his brain.

"Yes," he answers after a long, drawn-out pause, slightly nervous about who this woman could be and what her involvement in this mess was.

"You don't know me, but my name is Lisa. I am Waylon's wife. I just wanted to thank you for saving my husband," she explains.

Ah, now it made sense.

Admittedly, Miles is touched by the sentiment, awash in emotion. This amazing woman had a backbone as tough as wrought iron.

It's nice to meet you Lisa,” the brunette tells her in a hedge of breath, “And, you’re welcome. I am glad I could help."

"Noah, Michael, c'mere you two," she calls, her lips pulled away from the receiver as she rounds up the two individuals in question.

Miles listens as the speaker volume crinkles, curbed by Lisa’s heft of exertion, probably from lifting something that was far heavier than it looked.

"Ah, there we go," Lisa praises with a soft coo,"Now sweetie, I want you to say thank you to the nice man on the phone."

Silence follows, more crackling white noise.

"It's alright,” the motherly figure coaxes gently, “Don't be shy.”

Miles is starting to get the picture of what must be happening on the other side of the phone and the realization makes his stomach slam into his throat, the ground torn out from under him, free falling from a thousand foot drop.

"Lisa, it's fine! Really! You don't have to --," Miles insists, but the rest of what he was going to say dies in his throat when he hears Noah speak.

"Fanku mishter,” comes the lispy voice, a child doing as he’s told even if he doesn't wholly understand the request.

There's a kissing sound, Lisa most likely rewarding Noah with a peck on the cheek, "that's my boy. Michael, now it’s your turn, honey."

"Thanks for saving our daddy," remarks Micheal. He sounds a little older, much more confident and aware. Miles had to give him the kid credit. Despite their lamentable situation, it took bravery to stand tall in the face of danger, to protect rather than cower.

Miles thinks he might cry, no matter how hard he tries to hold it in. He certainly cannot contain the sympathy from doctoring his tone.

"You're welcome kids. Be good for your Mom and Dad, OK? I know it might be scary right now, but listen to what they say. They love you a lot."

"Hokay," Noah yawns, probably scrubbing away at his drooping eyes. Poor kid sounds like he's ready for a nap, just like his father.

There's shuffling noise, the receiver slipping out of someone's hold.

"It's alright. I got it Lis," Waylon says from a distance, picking the line back up.

"Hey, Miles. It's me again."

"I noticed. Cute kids," Miles remarks with a curved brow, his lips equally quirked into a wholesome expression.

"Thanks," Waylon says, a bit more chipper when it comes to the pride and joy that is his family, "Maybe if you survive long enough, you'll be able to meet them one day."

"Yeah," Miles breathes emphatically, his chest filled with warmth, "I'd like that."

"I am sorry I wasn't able to say it before, but just so you know, we're all really grateful for everything," Waylon tells him, sounding more spirited than Miles probably has ever heard him, "I would have never been able to see my family again if it wasn't for you."

The brunette struggles to maintain his steely composure, the candid flow of words spilling out of him before he can tailor their sincerity into something else, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

The genuine laugh from the programmer catches Miles off guard, the flute of his mirth filling the reporter’s ears like a bell."Well, that's good to know," the engineer says once his humors settle down, "Not sure, if I could say the same."

Waylon is actually teasing him and attempting to be playful. Miles likes that.

"You'd better," the reporter quips, taunting the other, hoping to nurture more of those carefree interactions into existence.

"Yeah, we'll see. Anyway, good luck out there. I'll contact you again soon, alright," Waylon says, about to sign off.

"Let's hope. Be good, Waylon. Take care of yourself."

"You too."

Miles hangs up the phone with a clak, pausing there a moment with his hand on the shiny plastic handle, letting the mixed bag of emotions fully sink in.

He knew, right then and there, that everything that had led him up to this very moment, all the sacrifices he made, had been worth it.

The brunette's long withstanding vendetta against Murkoff had cost him more pain and suffering than he could have imagined, but it was justified, validated even, if meant Waylon and his family could have a happy ending and by God, he was going to make sure they got one.

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