#command and control center

[scottw4100]

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[william-r-melich]

Stupid War - 04/18/2024

In a delayed (from lack of US support) response to Iran's direct missile and drone strikes to Israel on April 13th, Israel launched missiles and drones in a surprise attack on Iran's military airbase in Isfahan today. That is where Iran's command and control center is located and is their headquarters of nuclear research. It appears they didn't hit any of their nuclear facilities. It was probably more than just a show of force and to put them off balance. There's a good chance they'll launch more attacks. I fear that Iran's evil regime might instigate violent assaults through some of their terrorists that were let into the US through the southern border by this administration and the UN. I hope Israel can destroy a lot of their nuke sites, obviously they won't be able to take out the ones that are underground. Joe Biden or anyone from the White House is yet to publicly announce a response or make any kind of statement. The attack occurred at about 11 pm Eastern time, so I suppose they didn't want to wake him; after all, sleepy, creepy, compromised Joey needs his sleep. Not many details have been reported yet, I suppose they'll find out more tomorrow morning. I hate writing about war, and since it's late I'll end it here. Stupid war.

[nocternalrandomness]

Boeing E-4B landing at Offutt AFB, Nebraska - 2006

[themyscirah]

Thinking abt Jessica Cruz and the ability to overcome great fear again

[pyrotechworkspace]

Were you looking for a perfect companion for your control room? Technical furniture is the best fellow that complements number of variables of the facility center. It is designed to complement an operational ambiance considering the layout and functioning of the control room operator. Since you can’t frequently modify a control room desk’s space utilization and arrangement, you need to keep provision of future probable needs and selectively choose technical fixture. Based upon the sort of control activities and routine activities betiding in the control room, an appropriate type of technical furniture is required to perfectly meet the purpose of its installation. In efforts of making a supportive console, the technical furniture plays a vital role in the functioning and usefulness of the control room desk. For an active and occupied operator workstation, it provides ample space and platform to place different auxiliary assets to work perfectly in synchronization with the fluctuations of the screen outputs. For instance, air traffic control room furniture can bear supporting tools such as radio, walky-talkies, microphones, and printers, etc., to accommodate the functional needs of the operator.

There is a lot behind the screens, and you don’t want to show them up to everybody. The layout of cables is not meant to peep out of the desk; it belongs to behind the technical furniture walls that provide enough space to safely conserve the connection lines that carry vital information constantly. From a physiological aspect, it plays a significant role in establishing an ergonomics console experience in the control room, providing a sense of comfort in all positions and body postures. As tech furniture, it plays several roles for a broader range of activities such as imparting a stable space for useful devices like desktops, keyboards, controlling keys, and a slot for apparatuses that are meant to be handover in shift change the operator.

XLAT

Console Solution that gives the end user, a complete command of the work environment. XLAT™ range of consoles is designed to accommodate radical changes in technology, enabling the user with a flexible module to improve process efficiency. XLAT™ provides the user with unlimited configuration possibilities and opens up a world of preferences for the user by supporting a range of layout and desk modules catering to varied requirements of the operator.

[whenallisnot]

First off, I’d like to thank Space X, or was it Blue Origin ? …well who ever the hell shot me out into new territories

Be it Jeff or Elon…. My daughter caught the moment and here I rest !

[wallpapersmonster]

🛸 Interstellar Command Center Wallpaper 🌌

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Imagine sitting in a high-tech command center, surrounded by an array of glowing monitors and intricate controls, all set against a backdrop of the vast universe. This sci-fi masterpiece is perfect for anyone who dreams of exploring the cosmos or just wants to add a touch of futuristic flair to their desktop.

Whether you’re a gamer, a sci-fi fan, or simply someone who loves stunning visuals, this wallpaper is sure to inspire your imagination! It’s designed to transport you to another world every time you glance at your screen. 🌠

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[vmantras]

Apple Command Center: Revolutionizing Smart Home Control

Apple’s upcoming Command Center is shaping up to be one of the most significant additions to the Apple ecosystem, designed to revolutionize smart home control. While the product has yet to be officially launched, leaks and reports provide substantial insight into its design, features, and how it fits into Apple’s vision for the future of home automation. This in-depth review will explore every…

[levisjinchuriki]

more to love - toji fushiguro

summary: toji loves a curvy woman and isn’t shy about it

warning: nsfw, curses, praise kink, dom!toji, chubby reader, body worship, afab reader, mention of female anatomy, mention of cunnilingus, backshots, petnames, spanking, booty rubs, fluff, smut, overstimulation

toji has always been a man who knows exactly what he likes, and when it comes to women, curves are at the top of his list. he’s noticed the weight you’ve put on recently and how your clothes hug you more than usual. when you’re near him, the way your curves catch his gaze doesn’t go unnoticed. every time you walk by, he can’t help but let his eyes roam over you, savoring the shape of your body, the way your hips sway and how your curves fit perfectly in the clothes you wear

toji can't help but bring you into his lap when you walk past him in your– now form-fitted�� pajama pants. “you’ve been filling out, huh?" he asks as he gropes your thighs. everywhere i look, you’re getting even softer. these pants fit you perfectly now”.

toji's touch becomes more insistent. he’ll slide his hands under your shirt to feel your stomach pudge, loving how soft and squishy it is. “so pretty, mama. can’t get enough of you”

toji isn’t shy about making you aware of his appreciation for the changes in your body. the softness, the fullness—it’s all his to claim. the way toji touches you—unapologetically, with no room for shame— makes you feel so sexy. while you straddle his lap, his touch is possessive as he feels your hips, your stomach and your back rolls. “fucking perfect” he growls as he takes greedy handfuls of your ass

toji likes to absentmindedly rub comforting circles on your butt as you lay with him. you’ll be watching tv, laying on his chest and slowly falling asleep as he softly rubs you there. it's more of a comfort thing for him.

toji likes to take a nap on your stomach since he claims it’s the perfect pillow. he also is a sucker for your thighs and often rests his head against one as he cuddles your leg. when you run your fingers through his hair, he’s done for– falling asleep almost instantly every time

toji in the bedroom is another beast, and there’s no question where his hands will wander. he’ll make sure that ass is front and center, exploring, groping, teasing, and worshipping. toji will pull you into him, sliding his hands over her curves, especially when you’re bent over for him. he likes the control he has when his hands are on your hips, guiding you, making you move to his rhythm. he'll give you a few sharp smacks, especially if you’ve been teasing him with your movements. 

toji’s hands splay over your skin as you arch for him. he moves to caress the curve of your lower back before sliding lower, over the swell of your hips. he leans down, his chest brushing against your back as his lips press a searing kiss to your shoulder. “you feel so fucking good” he moans low and husky. his lips trail down your spine, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way. his teeth graze your skin, playful and teasing while his hand slides over your stomach to hold you steady. “stay just like that” he commands softly. the way he holds you, the way he presses into you—it’s all-consuming. he knows exactly how to take his time, alternating between rough and tender, making you dizzy.

toji's backshots are mean. the grip on your waist is harsh as he lets out a low groan. his eyes lock on where you two meet and he’s almost hypnotized by the way your skin ripples under his movements. he feels too good that you can’t help but squirm in his grasp. “uh uh, c’mere” he mutters, his hands pressing down on your back to force a deeper arch that has you gasping. “where you goin’, huh?” he asks as he gives you a few spanks. the angle makes you gasp as he hits that perfect spot over and over. you reach back, weakly trying to push against his abs as you cry from pleasure, but it’s no use. “c’mon, baby. lemme have it”.

toji will tease you even more now since there’s more skin to work with. his lips run along your skin, leaving gentle kisses as his thumb brushing over the edge of your waistband. his lips trail higher, leaving warm, lingering kisses, and your breath catches when you feel his teeth graze against the soft flesh of your thigh. it’s not a gentle nip; toji’s bite is firm, enough to leave a mark, but you’re not complaining. he leans in again, his lips now pressing soft, teasing kisses on the bruised area, as if marking his territory. you can’t help but moan softly, your hands threading through his hair, urging him to continue. the way he’s focused on every inch of your skin, makes your pulse race. toji knows exactly how to drive you crazy, how to make you want him more with each deliberate touch.

toji's dream is to be smothered between your thighs as he eats you out. he loves overstimulating you. he does it on purpose so he can feel you squeezing your trembling legs around his head as he works you through your release. he’ll hold your legs open, kneading at the flesh as he pleasures you. and he won’t stop until you tap out

toji whispers “you’re everything i’ve ever wanted” when he's come down from an intense a few rounds. his hands are on you, lips pressed to your skin, and his voice low and filled with raw emotion. his praises make you feel completely cherished. toji isn’t just touching you—he’s worshipping you, wanting you to know just how much he loves every inch of you. and he makes sure to remind you constantly

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a/n: thank you for reading!! i wrote another version similar to this, but with chubby toji!! you can read it here!

[gah-lore-ious]

nobody asked for this post BUT has anybody talked about the beautiful metaphor of all the call and response choreography in the Wicked movie??? how the dancing shows the influence that characters have over each other. cuz im about to.

okay okay look at this. everybody at shiz copies Galinda during "what is this feeling"

okay standard expected yeah but THEN we get to "dancing through life" (AKA everybody's horny for Jonathan Bailey) and Fiyero has to "corrupt his fellow classmates"

WATCH them follow along! watch them LEARN the dance as his influence spreads over them. BUT not just them! because for the first time in her life, Galinda is NOT the center of attention. she's nor in command of the crowd and she JOINS IT. SHE JOINS THE CROWD.

now of course she eventually finds her way to the center, she finds a place of influence in the dance because that's who she is. When Glinda isn't in control, she joins the influence to take control of it.

but you know who isn't dancing? you know who's the one person refusing that call? of course you do you watched the movie too.

and yes. I know, those of us that are familiar with musical theater probably already saw all of this. but shhhh this is fun to talk about anyways. AND we're getting to the fun part. that's right... it's the

🧊🐟✨️ozdust ballroom✨️🐠🧊

now THIS is what's special about the call and response aspect of the choreography. THIS is the part that makes all of us cry whether or not we consciously realize it.

because whereas Glinda is able to FIND her place of control in the influence, Elphaba doesn't have that ability. she's NEVER had that. she can't join a crowd because she's different and she sticks out no matter what.

Elphaba has to do her own thing. She always has to go it alone. that's why this dance is so strange and so beautiful!! because it's so uniquely her! and THATS why the call and response motif of the choreography makes this moment so sad. because it's not just Elphie not caring what anyone thinks.

it's a desperate call for anyone, ANYONE to respond to her.

And Galinda sees her. FINALLY, a response. finally, Elphaba has broken through that wall. for the first time in her life, she's reached out a hand, and someone else took it.

and i just think that's beautiful. 🥺

i definitely have more to say about this but for now I will end it here anyways thanks for coming to my OZTEDtalk.

[jcmarchi]

The 10 Best Dedicated Hosting Providers in 2024

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The 10 Best Dedicated Hosting Providers in 2024

Dedicated hosting is the highest tier of web hosting – you get a whole server to yourself and don’t need to share the server’s resources with any other website owner. The perks? Exceptional website performance, unlimited bandwidth, exclusive IP address, infinite flexibility, and unmatched security. 

However, just one quick Google search will show you just how many hosting providers are on the market claiming to offer the best dedicated hosting plans. Do a little digging and you’ll find some with shady policies, some with VPS plans dressed up as dedicated hosting, and some with plans that are just too pricey. So how do you choose?

We have done the work for you so you don’t have to. In the rest of this piece, we’ll discuss how dedicated hosting works, who dedicated hosting is for, and then give you a roundup of the 10 very best dedicating hosting providers – plus a quick buying guide that shows you how we chose them.

10 Best Dedicated Hosting Providers At A Glance

BlueHost

A2Hosting

UltaHost

StableHost

HostGator

NameCheap

DreamHost

IONOS

Interserver

InMotion Hosting

What Is Dedicated Hosting and How Does It Work?

As we described, in a dedicated hosting environment, the provider gives you a whole web server all to yourself. The entirety of the server’s resources – storage, memory, CPUs, bandwidth, etc. – are yours and yours alone.

The amount of storage you get with a dedicated hosting plan is usually in the order of terabytes (TBs). Plus, unlike other hosting types that put a cap on the bandwidth or data transfer made to your website, a dedicated hosting plan gives you as much bandwidth as the server can handle. 

These translate into a website that’s exceptionally fast, can handle tons of traffic, and secure from server-wide attacks. What’s more? You don’t run the risk of having the same server IP address with another site that’s been flagged by search engines, inheriting the bad rep, and losing your rankings like in a shared environment.

Dedicated hosting plans are usually offered as managed and unmanaged packages. 

With a managed dedicated hosting plan, the hosting provider handles most of the technical aspects of your server – choosing the operating system, setting up your server, scheduling backups of your website, security configurations, etc. You then manage your server via a control panel.

An unmanaged hosting plan gives you far more control over the server – while the provider sets up the physical server, you are in charge of configuring the software (operating system and other software) and have full-root access to the command line interface. With an unmanaged hosting plan, you also manage your server’s security and backups.

Who Is Dedicated Hosting For?

So who should go for a dedicated hosting plan?

Dedicated hosting or single-tenancy hosting makes the most sense for websites that either handle insane amounts of traffic, require extreme levels of security, and if SEO is your brand’s core source of customers.

With a dedicated hosting plan, you can store content for a very large website and have unlimited bandwidth (or the capacity to handle unlimited traffic) to match. Only the entirety of the server’s resources are your limit.

A reserved environment also means the best security – you are shielded from attacks on other websites e.g: a DDoS attack or malware that may affect you in a shared hosting environment. This makes dedicated hosting particularly great for websites that handle extremely sensitive data – e.g. banks, large eCommerce sites, government databases, etc.

The amount of control you get with a dedicated hosting plan is unmatched. Large corporations with in-house IT teams usually opt for unmanaged dedicated hosting plans where they can configure the server’s software and make fine tweaks for the best performance.

The 10 Best Dedicated Providers In 2024 Reviewed

Without further ado, let’s dive into a comprehensive list of the best dedicated hosting providers in 2024 and see what makes each provider stand out:

1. BlueHost (Most reputable)

Founded in 2003, BlueHost is one of the well-known hosts on the market and offers excellent dedicated hosting plans. BlueHost offers three dedicated plans STANDARD, ENHANCED and PREMIUM with the standard plan starting at $91.98/month.

On each plan you get a server with 4-8 cores, an Intel Xeon-D CPU, 1-2 terabytes of HDD storage, unmetered bandwidth, a Linux OS, and the traditional cPanel granting you root access. 

For clients buying their dedicated plans for the first time, you can chat with a BlueHost agent for recommendations on the best plan. And what’s more? You also get dedicated support for whichever dedicated plan you pick. 

Some other perks include the ability to upgrade the amount of storage you need, exceptionally quick server setup by BlueHost’s agents, and their RAID 1 storage that improves your website’s security. I also like that you can also buy hosting plans from other packages – e.g: shared and VPS, and manage them alongside your dedicated plans from the same account.

In my BlueHost review, I tested BlueHost’s performance to see how quickly they responded. The host’s servers had a time-to-first-byte of 400 ms which is decent. And for the uptime, the BlueHost-hosted website I tested was up 100% of the time over the past month, confirming their 99.9% uptime guarantee.

Here’s why you should choose BlueHost:

BlueHost is recommended directly by WordPress

They provide hosting plans for every website need

Their plans are pretty affordable

Website essentials are provided for free

They have vast complementary services 

BlueHost is incredibly easy to use for beginners

Excellent uptime

Overall, BlueHost is an excellent choice if you are looking for straightforward dedicated hosting plans. And more so, if you want to host WordPress websites.

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2. A2Hosting (Best high-performance dedicated host)

A2Hosting is another dedicated hosting provider that stands apart from the horde. They offer one of the most comprehensive hosting portfolios on the market with just about any type of hosting and hosting for particular businesses. 

A2Hosting provides managed and unmanaged dedicated hosting plans that give you complete server control and excellent security. One unique feature of A2Hosting is they own their own servers, unlike many other hosts who are just resellers.

With their managed plans, you get the CloudLinux OS pre-installed, cPanel, and backups and security managed for you – these plans start at $79.99/month. A2Hosting’s unmanaged dedicated plans allow you to choose from different Linux OSs, gives you full root access, and also allows you configure your security, backup schedules, and choose your own control panel.

On every A2Hosting plan, including their dedicated servers, you can opt for their Turbo plans that feature their AMD Rome servers meshed with NVMe storage, the host claims to offer 20X the operating speed of their regular Intel Xeon CPUs and SSD storage. And on each dedicated plan, you also get a free 1 TB backup drive.

With A2Hosting’s dedicated plans you get between 16-64 GB of RAM, 6-10 TB data transfer, free SSL certificates and the Imunify360 Security Suite installed, and free migration.

In my A2Hosting review, their servers responded in an impressive 100ms and also had 100% uptime, so you know you’re in good hands.

Here’s why you should choose A2Hosting:

Super impressive server times

A vast array of hosting types and complementary services

A2Hosting has a thriving support hub

They provide a custom control panel for WordPress

Their Turbo plans promise unrivaled speed

A2Hosting gives you a plethora of features free

You can choose your data center locations

Overall, A2Hosting is a great choice if you want a dedicated host that offers plans specifically for different types of businesses.

Read Review →

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Founded in 2018, Ultahost is barely 6 years old but they’ve made a name quickly for themselves, especially in the dedicated hosting market. Ultahost’s dedicated hosting plans are tailored to both small and big businesses, and give you the option to customize your resources.

One great thing about UltaHost’s dedicated plans is they come with different control panel options – Hestia & CyberPanel which are free, Plesk panel, and cPanel, with the first starting at $84/month.

And the levels of customizations are boundless!

You can configure your own dedicated plan choosing the number of cores (4 – 64), threads(8 – 128), amount of RAM(16 GB – 1 TB), and disk size (480 GB – 8 TB). 

On all of Ultahost’s dedicated plans, you get free backups, BitNinja security built-in, a staging tool, free migration, a free SSL, and a dedicated firewall. You can also choose from several operating systems and can enjoy premium NVMe performance. In my UltaHost review, the host was also one of the best performers with the servers pinging in a mere 128 ms!

Here’s why you should choose UltaHost:

Unmatched customizable dedicated plans

Wide variety of OS options

Free domain and SSL

Free website migration

Unlimited bandwidth on all plans

Free daily backups

They have some of the best security features

No other host beats UltaHost in terms of flexibility and their customizable plans cater to every kind of business, giving you even more control.

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Looking for straightforward dedicated hosting plans, StableHost is the one for you. StableHost stands out with its unique clustered hosting where your website is hosted across a network of servers, giving you exceptional performance in case of traffic spikes and reduces downtime.

StableHost offers just three dedicated hosting plans – PROFESSIONAL, PREMIUM, and ULTIMATE giving you between 4 – 16GB of RAM, 2-4 TB of data transfer, and 600 GB hard drives. You can choose between Linux and Unix OSs, and StableHost can also configure a dedicated plan just for you.

Migrating your website to StableHost is also free!

In my StableHost review, the host didn’t have a really impressive server response speed but had an excellent uptime of 100%. StableHost also offers their proprietary website builder BaseKit, where most other hosts only stick to the generic WordPress or Drupal.

Here’s why you should choose StableHost:

Their user interface is perfect for beginners or users with no-code skills 

They offer 45-day money-back guarantee 

They use cluttered hosting for faster performance 

They built a proprietary website builder – BaseKit

StableHost is excellent for their clustered hosting making your website able to handle traffic spikes exceptionally with no downtime.

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(Best storage flexibility)

HostGator is another ‘hosting household name’ on the market and one of the best dedicated hosting providers for you. Like StableHost, HostGator offers a 3-tiered dedicated package starting at $91.98/month, offering between 8 – 30 GB RAM, 4 – 8 cores, and 8 – 16 threads. 

For each plan, you can select the control panel you want, have unlimited emails, enjoy advanced DDoS protection, and have full-root access if you’re comfortable with backend. 

HostGator also has an incredible support portal backing their plans and it’s great that you can reach out to their agents via live chat even before you become a customer. 

And finally, one thing I like about HostGator is their awesome user interface that’s easy to use even for newbies. If you decide to use their cPanel, you’ll have access to a control panel that’s been tweaked slightly to make it just a bit easier to use without losing the feel of the oldest running control panel for websites.

With HostGator, you can also choose whether you want HDD (for more affordability) or SSD storage (for better performance).

Here’s why you should choose HostGator:

Excellent DDoS protection

Comes with a drag-n-drop builder

Great support

Intuitive user interface

HDD or SSD storage option balancing performance and affordability.

HostGator is one of the most reputable hosts on the market and if you’re considering their dedicated plans, you can rest assured they are tried and trusted.

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(Most varied dedicated plans)

First known as one of the best domain registrars in the world, Namecheap also offers some of the cheapest dedicated hosting plans you’ll ever find starting at $38.9/month.

Structured into 8 dedicated hosting tiers, you can also choose to pay monthly, quarterly, or yearly. Namecheap promises same-day setup and free migration amongst other benefits. I also like how Namecheap sections its dedicated hosting plans for entry level, medium level, and advanced level customers.

You can choose between different control panels and guess what? Namecheap also offers excellent customizability like Ultahost. You can quickly find the best plan for you by exploring their servers and tweaking your budget, number of CPUs, RAM, and storage. 

Namecheap also gives you the freedom to choose the level of control you want over your servers – user-responsible (fully managed by you), basic (hybrid), and complete (managed by the host).

Here’s why you should choose Namecheap:

Incredibly affordable plans

Excellent server customizability

They also offer a great domain name service

Incredible user interface

Flexible payment methods

Choose Namecheap if you want the most affordable dedicated hosting providers on the market plus unmatched customizability.

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Looking for dedicated hosting that’s fully managed by the provider – no question? DreamHost may just be the one for you. The provider offers fully managed dedicated hosting plans that guarantee exceptional performance.

You get between 6 – 12 cores, 16 – 128 GB RAM, 480 GB – 1.9 TB SSD storage, and their plans start at $165/month. DreamHost is one of the few hosts with a custom control panel, giving you a super intuitive interface to manage your plans and websites.

With every plan, you get their 24/7 support guarantee, full root access, Ubuntu Linux built-in, unmetered bandwidth, and a reseller option allowing you to sell customized packages to other clients.

DreamHost also has a dedicated plan customization portal that even though is somewhat limited compared to some of the other hosts we’ve discussed here is still super handy.

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8. IONOS

(Most affordable dedicated hosting)

IONOS promises innovative dedicated plans that combine the power of dedicated servers with the flexibility of cloud solutions. With IONOS, you can choose between Intel and AMD servers and also between HDD, SSD, and NVMe storage.

All of IONOS’s dedicated servers give you unmated API and cloud integration so you can connect virtual machines and build custom infrastructure. You also get all the goodies – unmetered traffic, your servers deployed in just 8 minutes, and a pocket-friendly pay-as-you-go billing structure.

For security, you get a built-in IP firewall, easy website backup, and a wide server footprint. One thing that stood out to me about IONOS is its personalized support. Once you buy a dedicated plan, you have one agent assigned to you for the quickest response and support through phone, chat, and email at no additional cost.

IONOS dedicated servers start at $32/month for HDD and $50/month for SSD.

Why you should choose IONOS:

Exceptional server and storage flexibility

Incredibly affordable

Pay-as-you-go structure

Unmatched personalized support

Choose IONOS if you want to enjoy the perks of dedicated hosting plus a customer agent dedicated to your every need and inquiry.

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Interserver is another dedicated hosting provider that provides high-level dedicated hosting plans for businesses of all sizes. Interserver’s dedicated plans are sectioned by servers into Buy It Now servers, Customizable AMD and XEON servers, and their Rapid Deploy servers.

The host’s dedicated plans are incredibly affordable, starting at $40/month and across all their server options, you can enjoy between 8 – 128 GB RAM, 250 GB – 1.7 TB of storage, and 1 Gb per second bandwidth.

Their Buy It plans are ready-made plans if you don’t want to scour several options. Their Customizable servers plans give you more control and choice over the types of CPUs and whether you want HDD, SSD, OR NVMe storage. And their Rapid Deploy servers give you bare metal virtual servers ready in 15 minutes.

You can also choose your control panel – cPanel, Plesk, DirectAdmin. Interserver also offers a dedicated reseller package allowing you to resell your dedicated plans to other clients for more profit. 

Here’s why you should choose Interserver:

Excellent customization options

Multi-tiered server packages

Very affordable plans

Offers a reseller dedicated package

Choose Interserver if you want affordable plans, just a virtual machine, or plan to resell your dedicated hosting.

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If you want to be able to choose where your servers are located, InMotion is a splendid choice. Their most basic plan Aspire starts at $35/month and you can enjoy between 16 GB – 512 GB RAM, 1 TB SSD – 6.4 TB NVMe storage, 1 – 10 Gb per second bandwidth, 1 – 30 dedicated IP addresses, 10 GB – 1 TB free backup storage, and so much more.

One awesome feature on InMotion is you can choose the location of your data centers. They also give you a 100% human support guarantee for whenever you have inquiries. What’s more? Whether you are a customer or just considering their services, you can always talk to their agents via phone, live chat, or a support ticket.

Their dedicated hosting plans are fully managed and on each one you get free website transfers, access to Linux experts support agents, a free SSL, Backup Manager installed, and a custom firewall. You can also choose between cPanel and Control Web Panel for your website’s management.

Here’s why you should choose InMotion:

Affordable dedicated plans

Their UltraStack promises incredible performance

Human support

Awesome complementary features built-in

Choice over data centers.

Choose InMotion for affordable dedicated plans and if you’re targeting an audience in a particular region and want to be able to choose your server locations.

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How We Chose The Best Dedicated Hosting Providers

Now that you have a much smaller list to work with and are ready to pick, you may be wondering how we chose them. What were some of the qualities we considered? Let’s see some of them so you can zero in on the one for you.

Pricing

Dedicated hosting plans are the most expensive hosting plans on the market, and understandably so. You get a host of perks from being the sole tenant on a web server.

Given that many dedicated plans start from $100 and upwards, when choosing the hosts to recommend to you, we looked for providers offering feature-packed plans that were still very affordable.

Namecheap, IONOS, Interserver, and InMotion all have dedicated hosting plans that start from $30-40/month and are some of the cheapest you’ll ever find. These plans focus on website owners who are just trying dedicated hosting for the first time and don’t need to suddenly start spending several times their shared or VPS plans. 

Flexibility and customizability

Next, we considered web hosts that offered plans where you could easily scale your resources as your traffic increases. We also looked out for hosting providers that allow you to create a custom plan, giving you even more control over how much you spend.

With a flexible host, you won’t be stuck on a plan that’s limited in resources in case of traffic spikes or one with excess resources that have you paying for specs you may never use. 

All of the web hosts we included in this list are incredibly flexible and hosts like Ultahost, DreamHost, and Namecheap have dedicated customization portals so you can set the amount of storage, number of CPUs, RAM, and number of cores you want.

Server/storage specs

The very essence of a dedicated hosting plan is to give you the most resources. When choosing these hosts, we selected hosts that give you high-end storage and servers. 

With many of these hosts, you can choose whether you want HDD or SSD or NVMe disks. You can also select between Intel and AMD servers. 

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And that’s it! These ten hosts are the very best dedicated hosting providers in 2024, and are where you should start your search from.

FAQs

What is managed and unmanaged dedicated hosting?

In a managed dedicated hosting plan, the web host handles most of the technical aspects of your servers for you – setting up the servers, scheduling your backups, setting up your security systems, and configuring your control panel. While with an unmanaged dedicated hosting plan, the provider only deploys the servers. You are responsible for all the server management. 

Most website owners choose managed dedicated hosting plans. Unmanaged dedicated hosting makes more sense for large organizations with in-house IT teams that can configure the servers on command-line level.

Do I need dedicated hosting as a beginner?

If you are just launching a new website then you don’t need dedicated hosting unless you already have an established brand and your traffic will come pouring in right away. Most new websites do well with a shared or VPS hosting plan. After you outgrow these plans, you can then migrate to a dedicated hosting package.

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[logistiservices]

Control Towers: Enhancing Supply Chain Visibility and Resilience

In the dynamic world of supply chain management, staying ahead requires not just responsiveness but also a deep understanding of the intricacies involved. This is where the concept of Control Towers comes into play. Let's explore how Control Towers are revolutionizing supply chain management, enhancing visibility, and fostering resilience.

1. The Foundation of Control Tower Supply Chain Management:

A Control Tower is essentially a centralized hub that provides end-to-end visibility and control over the supply chain. It aggregates data from various sources, offering a comprehensive view of the entire logistics ecosystem.

2. Real-time Visibility:

One of the key advantages of a COMMAND CENTER is real-time visibility. Businesses can monitor their supply chain activities as they happen, allowing for immediate responses to disruptions, reducing lead times, and minimizing delays.

3. Proactive Issue Resolution:

Control Towers are equipped with predictive analytics, enabling businesses to anticipate potential disruptions and address issues before they escalate. This proactive approach minimizes the impact of disruptions and ensures a smoother supply chain flow.

4. Enhanced Collaboration:

With all stakeholders accessing a centralized platform, collaboration becomes seamless. From suppliers to logistics partners, everyone involved in the supply chain can share information, fostering better communication and coordination.

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Control Tower leverage advanced analytics and machine learning algorithms to process vast amounts of data. This data-driven approach empowers businesses to make informed decisions, optimize routes, and allocate resources efficiently.

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For Original post Content: - https://froodl.com/control-towers-enhancing-supply-chain-visibility-and-resilience

[buckysleftbicep]

under wraps 𐙚 b.b

pairing: new avenger!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors dni, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex (garage, gym), voyeurism, oral sex (f and m rec), sneaking around

summary: you and bucky have kept things secret for months, stolen glances, quiet hookups around the compound and well, the team finally catches on.

word count: 3.6k

author's note: hi loves, its been a rough day today, so this is my second fic of the day, enjoy and stay safe out there 💖

You and Bucky had been sneaking around for months.

It started with a single night after a mission went sideways, just stress relief, you both told yourselves. A moment of weakness. Something physical to numb the adrenaline.

But then it happened again. And again. A look across the room. A brush of fingers during training. Then his mouth on you in the backseat of a black ops van while the rest of the team slept in their rooms, completely oblivious.

You never talked about what it meant. Never said the word relationship. But it felt like something dangerous. Something intimate. Something that belonged to just the two of you.

So you kept it quiet.

No one on the team knew. Not Ava, with her instincts and uncanny ability to read a room. Not Yelena, whose smirks were always a little too knowing. And definitely not John, who would run his damn mouth about “inappropriate fraternisation” and threaten to report you both to Val like he was the damn school hall monitor.

So you lied. You snuck around. You hid the bruises Bucky left on your thighs like they were some damn state secrets.

Which is why you should’ve said no when he cornered you in the gym that evening, when everyone had supposedly cleared out, when your legs were still sore from the mission, and when Bucky looked at you like he was one second away from taking you against the nearest surface.

And then he did.

“You sure they’re gone?” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the low hum of fluorescent lights.

His lips twitched with that crooked little smirk of his, the one that always meant trouble. “If they’re not,” he murmured, already stepping in close, “they’re about to get one hell of a show.”

You barely had time to laugh before it turned into a gasp. He dropped to his knees behind you, hands tugging your leggings and underwear down in one fluid, practiced motion.

The rush of cold air made you shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his mouth, hot, slow, hungry, licking through your folds like you were the first drop of water after a month in the desert.

“Fuck, Buck—” you whimpered, already falling apart at the first swipe of his tongue.

“Shh.” His breath ghosted against your soaked skin, his voice laced with lust and control. “Be good for me, princess. Let me taste you.”

Your fingers curled tight around the bench, knuckles white as he dragged his tongue up your center again. His grip on you was firm and commanding, one hand on your thigh, the other spreading you open with deliberate care, like he was savouring every second of the view. And in that moment, he owned you. Completely.

You were already drenched, trembling, your thighs tense and threatening to give out. He licked with slow, torturous strokes, groaning into your cunt like your taste was something divine. His mouth moved with the kind of precision only he could master, calculated, focused and relentless.

“You’re always so sweet like this,” he murmured against you, tongue flicking your clit before wrapping around it. “Bet you were wet the second I looked at you.”

You whimpered, voice cracking, hips rocking into his face without your permission.

“God, Bucky—please—”

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

His voice was ragged, thick with lust and control, like he was balancing on the edge of restraint just to hear you beg.

“Your mouth,” you gasped. “Don’t stop, just—fuck—”

He chuckled, low and dangerous, before sucking your clit hard enough to make your knees buckle. His metal hand slid up your belly, pressing you down against the bench to hold you still, to keep you steady as he licked you with single-minded focus.

You couldn't stop the way your hips rocked into his face, couldn't silence the moans tearing out of your throat no matter how hard you tried to muffle them. He knew your body well, too well, when to suck harder, when to flick faster, when to groan just loud enough to send vibrations through your cunt.

You were spiraling, right there on the edge. Every muscle in your body coiled and tight.

And then, you came.

It hit you hard.

Your thighs shook, vision blurring as your body convulsed against his face. But Bucky didn’t stop, he kept licking you through it, soft and slow now, gentle in the aftermath, savouring every twitch and gasp and tremor like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

You were still gasping for breath, legs quivering, when it happened.

The door creaked open.

“Hey, forgot my water—”

You froze. Bucky froze. And standing in the doorway was Walker.

He stopped mid-step, blinking, expression blank as he took in the scene. Your leggings were up your thighs, barely covering the mess you and Bucky just made. Your hair was a mess, and your face was burning.

The brunette was already on his feet, back turned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like it was a perfectly ordinary thing to do.

Too casual. Way too casual.

Like his lips weren’t shiny with your slick.

“Uh…” John squinted, his eyes darting between the two of you. “Everything okay in here?”

You cleared your throat, voice embarrassingly high. “Yep. All good. Just… stretching.”

John’s gaze lingered far too long. His brow furrowed, shifting from your flushed cheeks to Bucky’s relaxed posture like he was trying to piece together a puzzle he didn’t want to solve.

“Uh-huh.”

The silence dragged out, thick and unbearable.

You didn’t dare look at Bucky, and hell, you didn’t dare look at John.

He took a slow step backward, picking up his water bottle from the bench. “Well, I’ll just… grab this and go.”

He backed out of the gym slowly, footsteps echoing down the hallway. And then, he paused in the doorway, turned halfway back.

“You should maybe, uh…” His hand gestured vaguely toward your legs. “Cool down. You’re looking kind of red.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

A beat of silence. And then Bucky snorted—quiet and smug.

“Think he bought it?”

You turned to glare at him, still breathless, body humming with leftover aftershocks. “Your mouth was glossy, Bucky. Glossy.”

He wiped it again with the corner of his shirt and smirked. “He didn’t see anything.”

“He definitely suspects something.”

“Let him.” He came up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, lips brushing your jaw with infuriating calm. “Maybe next time, we leave the door open and really give him something to wonder about.”

You smacked his chest, half-laughing, half-mortified. But your heart was still hammering.

Because John might not have caught you red-handed.

But your face? It was definitely red enough to raise hell.

The base’s garage was always dead quiet in the morning.

Most of the team avoided it unless something needed patching up, something loud, mechanical, oily. The kind of thing that left your hands blackened and your patience frayed.

Not Bucky. He liked the silence. The hum of fluorescent lights, the scent of metal and grease, the scratch of a socket wrench against steel. Said it helped him think.

Said it helped him feel.

You’d come looking for him because he hadn’t answered your text. Just a vague “in the garage” sent an hour ago at nine. And you knew what that meant, shirt damp with sweat, sleeves clinging to his biceps, forehead smudged with oil, fingers blackened from handling tools. irresistible

You should’ve turned around the second you saw him on his back under one of the team’s tactical SUVs, his arms flexing as he reached up to tighten something with a ratchet, the edge of his shirt riding up to reveal the sharp curve of his hipbone.

But you didn’t. You were already dropping to your knees beside the car, smirking.

“You just gonna lay there looking good or are you gonna say hi to your girlfriend?” you teased.

He shifted slightly under the car, wrench clanking to the ground. “You calling yourself my girlfriend now?”

“Would you rather I said secret hookup partner with benefits?”

He groaned, head tipping back briefly. “Jesus.”

You ducked under the vehicle, sliding into the narrow space with him. And then your hand was on his zipper.

He barely had time to breathe. “Fuck—here?”

You looked up at him, eyes dark, fingers already pulling him out. “Unless you want me to stop.”

The response was instant: a sharp inhale, jaw clenched, hips twitching into your hand. “Not unless you plan to kill me, sweetheart.”

You took him into your mouth in one slow, filthy stroke. Bucky’s head thunked against the cold concrete floor.

His reaction was immediate—one hand shooting up to brace against the underside of the SUV, the other curling tightly in your hair as his cock hit the back of your throat.

“God—your fucking mouth,” he hissed. “Every goddamn time.”

You hummed around him, slowly bobbing your head, letting your spit coat every inch as you worked him with your tongue. His hips jerked reflexively, and you pressed a hand to his stomach, keeping him grounded.

“Easy,” you whispered against his tip, voice thick with teasing. “You’ll draw attention.”

His eyes flashed. “You are the attention.”

You smiled, then sucked him in deep. He nearly choked.

The slick, obscene sounds of your mouth on him echoed through the garage, mixing with his ragged breathing and your muffled moans. You could feel him straining to stay still, muscles tense, thighs trembling, his metal hand clenching into a tight fist above you.

“You love this, don’t you?” he muttered, voice raw. “You love making me lose control.”

You didn’t answer. You just took him deeper, gagging slightly as you let him slide fully into your throat, holding yourself there until your eyes watered. You felt his entire body stutter.

“Fuckk, baby”

He came fast and hard, biting down on his glove to muffle the growl that ripped from his chest. You swallowed it all, messy, and needy, gasping for breath as you licked him clean, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of him.

But then—

Voices. Footsteps. Close. Too close.

You froze.

“I swear Walker left it down here,” Ava’s voice rang through the garage, sharp and echoing. “He said toolbox by the west end.”

You barely had time to react before Bucky pulled you back—both of you scrambling to your feet and slipping behind the SUV. He pressed you flush against the cold metal, his body caging yours in. One hand over your mouth and the other gripping your waist tightly.

His chest heaved against your back, breath hot and erratic.

You couldn’t see them, but you could hear them—boots clanking against the floor, the squeak of Ava’s glove on a handle, the soft clatter of tools being shifted.

“This place is a maze,” Bob muttered. “He probably meant the other west.”

“That’s not how directions work, Bob.”

You nearly choked on a laugh, only for Bucky’s hand to press more firmly over your mouth. His head tilted, lips brushing your ear.

“You’re gonna get us killed,” he whispered, voice thick with post-orgasm haze.

“You looked too good,” you tried to say through his palm, but it came out muffled and unintelligible.

The footsteps grew fainter, going further away, until finally, a door creaked open and slammed shut behind them.

Silence.

You exhaled hard as Bucky slowly lowered his hand. He glanced down at you, still panting, eyes flickering over your swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

“You swallow every drop?” he asked, smug.

You rolled your eyes, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Obviously.”

He leaned in, brushing his mouth against yours. “That’s my girl.”

You shoved him lightly in the chest. “Don’t say that with your dick still hanging out.”

He laughed, quiet and breathless. Then tucked himself back in and kissed you again. Slower this time. Sweeter.

“You’re seriously going to be the death of me,” he whispered.

You smirked. “Guess you’ll die happy.”

Movie nights at the compound were sacred.

Ava always brought the best snacks, Alexei yelled at the screen no matter what was playing, and Bob somehow managed to fall asleep sitting up within the first twenty minutes. Yelena ran commentary and John insisted on keeping score of every plot hole. It was chaos. Loud. Familiar. Weirdly comforting.

You were tucked into one corner of the couch, legs curled beneath you, pretending to watch the movie while Bucky sat across the room, pretending not to look at you.

Except you could feel him.

That slow burning stare. The twitch of his jaw every time you shifted. The way his thigh bounced just slightly, like his patience was fraying by the second. You had both kept it together since the garage yesterday, but just barely. His texts this morning had been pure filth. His voice in your ear during training had been worse.

And now? He was one more teasing look away from snapping.

So when the credits rolled and everyone groaned about bedtime, you waited. Fifteen excruciating minutes.

Long enough for Yelena to raid the fridge. Long enough for Bob to grumble something about brushing his teeth. Long enough to hear John shuffle off down the hall to his room.

And then you slipped out of the living room, your bare feet silent on the marbled tiles, heart hammering.

The hall was dim, quiet. The soft white glow of a single overhead light buzzed as you crept toward your room, every creak of the floor underfoot sounding too loud. You passed Alexei’s room—snoring. John’s door—closed and Ava’s light still on, faint music playing behind it.

You reached your room. And he was already inside.

Bucky leaned against your dresser, arms folded tight across his chest. His shirt clung to every line of muscle, veins prominent and dusted with smudges from earlier drills.

The soft amber light from your bedside lamp cast golden shadows across the sharp cut of his jaw and the slope of his shoulders, his expression was controlled, almost, but his eyes were nothing but.

They raked over you slowly. Deliberately. Like he was deciding exactly how fast he wanted to ruin you.

“Ten minutes late,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You trying to tease me, princess?”

You swallowed, shutting the door softly behind you. “Did it work?”

He pushed off the dresser in one smooth, deliberate motion. You didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

He crossed the room slowly, stalking you like something feral. “After what you pulled in the garage yesterday princess,” His voice dropped, dark and hoarse. “I’ve been hard all fucking day.”

You shivered under the heat of him, your back brushing the closed door as he stopped in front of you, leaving only inches between you. His scent—sweat, leather, soap curled around you like smoke. Your pulse thundered.

He didn't touch you. Just leaned in close enough for his breath to graze your lips.

“Wanted to drag you onto the hood and fuck you right there,” he murmured. “Let them watch. Let them hear you scream for me.”

“Bucky—”

His hand came up, brushing your jaw, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. “You know how crazy you make me?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

“Take your shirt off,” he ordered, eyes dropping to your chest.

You obeyed instantly, yanking your tank top over your head and tossing it aside. His fingers were already slipping under the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down with agonizing slowness.

“These too.”

They hit the floor with a soft rustle.

You reached for him—but he was already dropping to his knees.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”

You turned, bracing yourself on the cool paint, breath hitching as he spread you with both hands and leaned in to taste you. His mouth met your folds in one hot, deliberate stroke, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“Been thinking about this,” he groaned, licking deeper. “The pretty sounds you make for me”

You whimpered, legs already trembling. His tongue was relentless, broad licks through your slit, tight circles around your clit, filthy groans vibrating against your core like he needed you to fall apart.

“Fuck, you’re soaking,” he muttered, mouth slick. “So sweet for me, baby.”

He buried his face between your thighs like a man starved, pulling you apart with his tongue until your knees started to give out. His metal arm wrapped around your thigh to hold you steady, fingers digging in, keeping you right where he wanted you.

“Bucky, please—”

You could barely think. His tongue worked you closer, closer, until your stomach tightened and heat surged low in your belly.

And then he pulled back.

“Not yet,” he growled, standing behind you now. You gasped at the loss, legs shaking. His cock pressed hard and heavy against your ass through his sweatpants.

“Please,” you whispered, head falling forward.

“You want me inside you, sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically.

“Say it.” “Please, Bucky, I need you—I need your cock, please—”

He didn’t make you wait another second.

He shoved his sweats down just enough, lined himself up, and sank into you in one smooth, hard thrust. You cried out, arching into him as his hand clamped over your mouth.

“Quiet, princess. You want them hearing what I do to you?”

Your moan vibrated against his palm.

He fucked you hard, relentless, his hips slamming into you, every thrust punching a moan from your chest. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, filthy and raw. His free hand slipped up to wrap around your throat, firm, possessive, just enough pressure to make your breath catch and your pulse stutter under his palm.

The stretch of him inside you was merciless—thick, deep, every inch dragging along your soaked walls in perfect rhythm. He didn’t let up, didn’t give you time to recover, just fucked into you like he was trying to carve himself into your body. Each stroke hit your sweet spot with ruthless precision, stealing the air from your lungs and replacing it with nothing but him.

“So fucking tight,” he panted into your ear. “God, I missed this.”

“Missed you,” you choked out.

“I know, baby. I know.” He groaned as you clenched around him. “That’s it. Take it. Let me feel you.”

The sounds were obscene, wet, frantic, every thrust echoing through the room. You were close again. So close.

“Always so fucking good for me,” he murmured, biting your shoulder. “You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“Yes—fuck—yours—”

His hand slid down to your clit and rubbed tight, perfect circles. You shattered instantly.

Your orgasm ripped through you, blinding and hot, your legs trembling as you cried out into his palm. He didn’t stop. Just fucked you through it, chased his own release, his voice ragged and low.

“Where do you want it?” he gritted out.

“Inside,” you gasped. “Please…please inside—”

He came with a broken groan, hips jerking, his release spilling deep inside you as he buried his face in your neck, breath ragged.

Silence followed.

He didn’t move. Just stayed there, arms locked around your waist, breathing hard. The only sound was your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Then, gently, he pulled out, caught you when your knees gave. You sank onto the bed together in a tangled heap of sweat and breath and heat.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing his fingers along your cheek. You nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m so in love with you, it’s gonna kill me.”

He smiled, leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Same.”

You barely noticed him peeling your shorts back up, pulling the sheet over your legs as you curled into the pillow.

“Stay?” you mumbled.

He kicked off his sweats, tugged off his shirt, and slid in beside you. His arms wrapped around you tight.

Safe. Warm. Home.

And then—

The bedroom light flicked on.

“Okay, what the hell,” came Yelena’s voice, loud and smug.

You bolted upright, the sheet clutched to your chest. Bucky sat up beside you, half-naked, blinking like he had just woken from a coma.

Ava stood in the doorway with a bag of pretzels. Alexei looked disturbingly proud and Bob held up a ten-dollar bill. John just shook his head, arms crossed, smirk on his face.

“Knew it!” Ava grinned.

“You owe me,” Bob muttered to John.

“I told you they were fucking,” Yelena added.

“Come on,” Bucky grumbled, dragging the blanket up higher.

Alexei gave a nod of approval. “Barnes deserves good woman. Strong thighs. Good for warrior.”

You groaned. “How long have you guys—?”

“Since Romania,” Ava said dryly.

“We heard you in the van,” Yelena added. “That time you said her name and then moaned? Real subtle.”

“Also,” John said, “you came back once with your shirt inside out and lipstick on your neck. Not exactly covert.”

You turned to Bucky. “You had lipstick on your neck?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t notice.”

Alexei slapped his shoulder. “Atta boy.”

The team filed out, talking over each other.

“I said it weeks ago.” “You said they were secretly married, Bob.” “Still counts!”

Yelena was last. She paused in the doorway, eyebrow raised.

“Next time, try locking the door.”

You stared at Bucky. He stared at you.

“So,” you said eventually, voice flat. “That went well.”

He snorted. Then pulled you into his arms, his mouth brushing your ear.

“Guess we don’t have to sneak around anymore.”

“Good,” you whispered. “Because next time? You’re fucking me on top of the SUV.”

He groaned. “You’re a menace, you know that?"

You smiled into his chest. “I’ll make it worth your while.” And you would.

a/n: have the best day or night my loves 💓

[wtfaniii]

oneshot in-ho x reader whos a player not bc of debt but because she was investigating with gi-hun? in-ho falls in love w her and protects her during the games (he knew abt her as he had stalked gi hun and his team duh)

thank u🙏🏻

Just when I read this I had just uploaded a one-shot more or less with that theme of the researcher girl.

I love it, thanks for reading🤎

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Paparazzi

Summary: A private detective that Gi-hun had hired to investigate those games he participated in three years ago, is taken against her will without knowing that a certain man with power and money knew absolutely every detail about her.

Warnings: Just some harassment from this sexy man, violence and inappropriate language. Also, I made a modification to one of the games so that the reader could be with them

Note: Your wishes are my command! Orders will remain open and I will try to respond as soon as possible.

Her job was supposed to be just to do some research, collect names, dates and addresses, but fate had other things in store for she.

—Form lines to advance! It will be harder for the puppet to detect you that way —Gi-hun shouted to the players who were still alive after that massacre.

The girl was shaking uncontrollably. Unfortunately, she hadn't managed to get behind someone and now the doll was in her sights. Her hands didn't stop moving and clearly noticed how one of the weapons from heaven was pointing at her.

—Please... —She whispered shakily, yeah... maybe she was a coward but it's only because survival is not his specialty.

"Player 455" heard one of the guards through his communicator, he aimed directly at the head of the trembling girl but before pulling the trigger he heard the voice of his leader "Don't shoot, let her continue" and without protest he obeyed him order.

In a gilded room, with a huge screen in front of a single sofa and a small table next to it, rested the man who led and maintained order in these games.

Drinking a little more whiskey, In-ho kept his eyes on the screen and with the remote control he focused on player 455, the poor girl was terrified, it was not the first impression he expected from her after having read her entire file.

He had read that she was a great detective, top of her class, she was cunning, intelligent, and had a couple of master's degrees completed, but seeing her afraid of dying almost made him laugh.

It was amazing how being face to face with death changed people.

—Nobody shoot her —he added over the radio without taking his eyes off the screen.

He could see the girl's confusion at seeing thatwas still alive despite moving very slightly.

In-ho knew everything about her, he knew what she was weak on, her strengths, weaknesses, her way of operating, he even knew about that beloved cat she had in his childhood and died of old age.

He had taken the time and dedication to investigate even the smallest details about her, it was the least he could do after almost discovering his identity.

The detective was so close to discovering the entire empire of these games that he had to be her brought together with Gi-hun by force so as not to let her finish the task.

He twisted his lips as the whiskey vanished and the first game, green light, red light, was over.

He didn't want her dead, or at least not for now, until he knew a little more about her, one could almost say that she had the potential to be part of this if she weren't so correct.

He put on his mask and went to the control center.

[...]

Just as she thought, some players approached Gi-hun for advice for the next game, there were only those who believed in his words because some others called him a 'liar'.

Among them was player 001, whose name was claimed to be Young-il. He was no fool, he wouldn't say his real name without being sure how much information she had about all of this.

As night fell in the bedroom everyone was sleeping peacefully, except for the girl who was sitting in the middle of her bed playing with his pillowcase, folding it over and over again and then unfolding it and repeating the same act.

—Are you having trouble sleeping? –001 asked, approaching her, who shifted a little and made room on the bed for him to sit next to her.

—My head works better at night... —She murmured, looking at him and smiling friendly.

He looked down at her hands and how the moved on the pillowcase, her were precise and firm. —You know how to tie good knots.

She had many talents and In-ho knew them all.

Or well, almost all of them.

Her ability to tie excellent knots was developed by her father, who was captain of a fishing boat that she also sailed on from time to time.

They locked gazes again in silence. In-ho considered that long-distance photos were nothing compared to being face to face with her. For two years he had been investigating her, he had sent several guards to follow her closely for one reason only. At first considered her a threat. Her intelligence and curiosity could have unmasked him, but then he started following her out of routine.

Afterwards he just kept his gaze on her out of habit and finally he had her face to face.

—What's wrong? —She asked with a frown as noticed the intense gaze on his person.

—Nothing, you should rest, we must have energy for tomorrow's games.

When he was about to stand up and go to his respective bed but she stopped him by holding his hand. The girl, seeing his inappropriate act and with more confidence than she should have, quickly let him go. —Can we keep talking? Honestly... I'm too distressed to sleep right now.

��Of course...

The two continued to talk about trivial matters for a couple more hours, they tried to keep it low so as not to wake up the other players but every now and then they received an annoying 'shhh' from someone nearby who longed to be able to sleep peacefully.

Until she finally fell asleep with head resting on In-ho's shoulder, he didn't move, instead, he let her sleep and settled down so they could both rest better.

The next day, during the next game, they formed teams of six people.

Once they were all together, along with a pregnant woman named Jun-hee with the number 222, they sat on the floor as ordered and shared the games.

The activity was to play a series of games and each time they won they could advance, all this with their feet tied together.

It would be simple, each one was good at something and that made it easier for them to continue, they were the last players to participate which was good for the girl, so she wouldn't get nervous under the gaze of the other participants and as if heaven conspired in his favor one of the games was about making a rhombus with a rope.

—I did it! —She shouted euphorically showing the perfect rhombus in her hands made with rope and on the first try, the guard made a circle and the voice said "pass"

The others celebrated with her as they advanced, until now they achieved the games at the first opportunity and had plenty of time but when they reached the part where they had to spin a top on the ground Young-il lost his sanity after so many failed attempts.

As she bent down to pick up the top once more and wrap it in the string 001 began to curse and beat himself.

—What the hell is happening to me? I can't do anything right! I'm useless —She looked at him startled every time he hit himself, until she interrupted him by slapping on the left cheek, managing to silence him and making his head turn just a little.

In-ho's fake drama to scare them was going great until this sudden blow happened, he didn't expect it but there he was, looking at her with surprise and astonishment.

—You have to calm down! —She shouted, handing him the already finished top. —Try it again and if we die I swear I'll kill you.

He nodded and took the toy, she used those words to lighten the mood and try to give him confidence (which of course she did) but eyes don't lie and her gaze begged him to do it, she didn't want to die.

Miraculously he managed to spin the top and they moved on to the last game which Gi-hun was about to lose if it hadn't been for In-ho, although the last move was not correct he shouted "he did it" this being a small order camouflaged for the guard to give the affirmative signal.

They didn't know it but at that moment they would have died.

She was ignorant of this, she didn't know that if it weren't for In-ho she would already be dead since "green light, red light"

Unwittingly, In-ho saved her at every opportunity, protecting her life without realizing that perhaps following her had already become more than just a routine.

Little by little she got under him skin, first it was in his mind and now...

[bit3mebabyx]

Made of glass

🪽you knew joel could be controlling and cruel yet you pushed your luck anyways. stupid, stupid girl…🪽3k

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), smut, jackson joel, established relationship, age gap, power imbalance, fem reader, afab reader, punishment (belt/ spankings), mentions of pain, profanity, unprotected p in v, degradation, praise, edging/ denial, orgasms, creampie, fingering, daddy kink, consent non consent (i think??? at the very least it’s dubious), emotional manipulation, man handling, angst, toxic! joel, possessive! joel (find me a version where he isn’t lol), sex used as a form of control, aftercare, nicknames, brat reader, dom/ sub dynamics, no y/n, dark joel, hair pulling

basically a whole lot it’s dark shit, let me know if i missed anything as i haven’t really written a whole lot of stuff like this!

reminder: you are responsible for your own internet consumption please do not read if any of the above content is not appropriate for you 🤍

authors note: this came to me to me in a depraved vision, it’s real messed up but i’m obsessed with it.

Kicking at the snowbank with the toe of your boot, muttering under your breath. Joel stalked a few feet ahead, heavy steps crunching loud enough to cover up the steady stream of curses you aimed at the back of his head.

"You gonna pout the whole way home?" His voice cut through the cold air like a whip — rough, worn, irritated.

You didn’t answer yet, just sped up until you were walking at his side, shooting him a look from under your lashes. "Maybe if you weren't such a hardass, patrol wouldn't be so damn miserable."

Joel stopped dead in his tracks. The sudden halt made you stumble a step before you caught yourself.

He turned toward you slow, eyes narrowing as he held your gaze. "You wanna run your mouth, fine. But you pull one more stunt like that back there—" His voice dropped, dark and dangerous, "you ain't leavin' Jackson again."

You crossed your arms, heart hammering against your ribs. "I handled it. You act like I’m made of glass."

Joel stepped closer — close enough that his body heat cut through the winter chill. Close enough that when he looked down at you, it made your knees want to buckle.

"You ain't made of glass," he said lowly. "You're just young enough it, it makes you act stupid."

Your stomach twisted, heat pooling low and tight. You opened your mouth — maybe to argue, maybe to apologize — but Joel cut you off by grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes up to his.

"You listenin'?" he rasped. His grip wasn’t painful or hard, but it was firm. Commanding.

You nodded, pulse thrumming wild.

Joel’s gaze dragged over your face, slow and simmering. "Next time you disobey me like that... I won't be so fuckin' patient."

There was a dark promise in his tone. Not cruelty — control. Care that was delivered as dominance. You felt it in your chest, your belly, all the way down.

He let go of your chin and took a step back. You almost whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Get movin'," he muttered, turning away. "We’ll finish this conversation somewhere private."

The house was cold when you stepped inside. Joel locked the door behind you with a heavy clunk, the sound final, and for a moment, you just stood there — the air thick between you.

“Take off your coat,” Joel said roughly. “Boots too. Don’t want you runnin’ anywhere.”

You swallowed, hands fumbling at the buttons of your jacket and, kicked off your boots, toes curling against the worn rug. Joel watched you the whole time, his arms crossed, jaw set.

When you were standing there, smaller somehow without all the layers, he jerked his chin toward the center of the living room.

“On your knees,” he said.

Your breath caught — but you did it. Dropped down onto the rug, knees pressing into the scratchy fibers, your hands awkward in your lap.

Joel stepped closer, boots heavy against the floorboards. He loomed over you, looking down at you like you were something he owned, something he was deciding the fate of.

"Now," he said, voice like gravel, "you're gonna tell me exactly what you did wrong. And you're gonna tell me why you're sorry."

You wet your lips, heart pounding. "I—I didn’t listen to you on patrol. I rushed ahead when you told me to wait. I... I could've gotten hurt."

Joel said nothing, just stared down at you, waiting.

You blinked up at him, throat tightening. "I'm sorry," you whispered. "It won't happen again. I promise."

For a second, you thought maybe that would be enough. That he'd sigh, drag you up into his arms, kiss the top of your head and let it go.

But Joel shook his head slow, disappointment etched deep into the lines of his face.

"That easy for you, huh?" he muttered. "Say a few words, think that erases the risk you took?"

You opened your mouth — maybe to argue, maybe to beg — but Joel crouched down in front of you, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you feel it.

"Sorry ain't good enough, baby," he said low and dangerous. "Not when it’s your life on the line."

You whimpered, heat flashing through your whole body. You leaned into his touch without meaning to, desperate for it.

Joel’s thumb brushed along the side of your throat, like he could feel the frantic pulse there. His eyes softened just a fraction — but it didn’t change his next words.

"You need a real lesson," he murmured. "One you ain't gonna forget."

He stood up again, towering over you, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he moved.

"Take off your pants," he ordered. "Now."

You hesitated, hands trembling as you undid the button of your jeans. Joel just stood there, arms crossed, watching — no mercy in his face, no softness.

When you awkwardly peeled your jeans down your thighs, shivering when the cold air hit, Joel finally moved.

He pulled the thick leather belt from around his waist with a slow, deliberate motion — the snick of it sliding free made you clench around nothing, thighs instinctively pressing together.

Joel folded the belt in his hand, testing the weight of it.

"Hands behind your back," he said quietly. "Kneel up, head down."

You obeyed instantly, heart hammering. The floor scratching at your cheek as you rested against the time-worn surface, hands locked behind you. Vulnerable. Waiting.

Joel circled you slowly like a wolf deciding where to sink his teeth. His fingers brushed your clothed back, trailing up to the back of your neck grabbing your attention so you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

"You’re gonna take ten," he said. "One for every second you ignored me out there."

You whimpered — ten felt like an impossibly painful number. But you nodded, desperate to please him now, desperate to fix what you’d broken.

"And you’re gonna count every single one out loud," Joel said, voice a dark rumble. "You lose count, we start over."

Before you could answer, the first crack of the belt landed across the curve of your ass.

You yelped — the sting blooming fast, white-hot and deep.

"One," you gasped, blinking hard against the prickling at the corners of your eyes.

Another lash — harder this time — snapping against the top of your thigh.

"Two!"

Joel didn’t say anything. He just kept going, slow and methodical, each strike placed with brutal precision.

Not enough to leave you bloody — but enough that you felt it. Felt it in your skin, your bones, your pride.

By six, you were sobbing. Knees wobbling. Cheeks burning from the combination of scratchy carpet and tears. Joel paused just long enough to wrap his free hand in your hair, dragging your head back so you had to look up at him.

"You think you’re tough?" he rasped. "That how you acted out there? Like you don't need me watchin' your back?"

"N-no," you choked out, tears slipping down your cheeks. "I’m sorry, Joel. I’m so sorry."

He growled low in his throat — a sound of frustration, and something darker.

"You ain't sorry yet," he muttered.

The last four lashes came faster, sharp and punishing — and by the end, you were sagging forward, gasping for air, thighs trembling.

Joel tossed the belt aside and dropped to one knee in front of you. Pulling you up so you were kneeling straight. His big, calloused hand cupped your face, thumb brushing roughly at the wetness there.

"Look at you," he said softly. "Pretty little brat. Thinkin' you can do whatever you want."

He trailed his hand down your throat, down your chest, over your trembling stomach — until it rested just above your soaked panties.

"You ain't learned a thing yet," Joel murmured. "Still so fuckin' desperate for me."

You whimpered, hips tilting toward him without thinking.

Joel smirked — but it was cruel, slightly twisted.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and ripped them down in one savage tug.

Then he leaned back against the couch, spread his legs wide, and patted his thigh.

"Come here," he said.

You crawled to him on sore knees, climbing shakily into his lap, straddling him.

But when you tried to grind down, seeking any kind of friction, Joel grabbed your hips hard — holding you still.

"Nuh-uh," he said lowly. "You don’t get to use me. Not yet."

He slid two fingers through your wetness, gathering it — but didn’t sink them in. Just traced slow, teasing circles around your clit, light enough to make you whimper.

"You're gonna sit here," he said. "You're gonna take what I give you, when I give it. You’re gonna ask for permission and wait ‘til I give it."

You nodded frantically, desperate, needy beyond words.

Joel smiled, slow and mean.

"Good," he murmured. "Now beg me, baby. Beg me nice. Maybe I’ll decide you earned it."

You squirmed in his lap, trembling, your hands still locked behind your back like he told you — but it wasn’t enough. You needed more. You needed him.

Joel’s fingers circled your clit slow, lazy, never enough pressure. Barely there, just a cruel little brush that made your whole body jerk.

"Poor baby," he murmured, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Look at you. Cryin', squirmin', makin’ a mess all over my jeans."

You whimpered, rocking your hips helplessly, but Joel's hand tightened around your hip, holding you down, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

"You thought you were grown out there, didn't you?" he said, tilting his head like he was talking to a naughty child. "Thought you didn’t need me tellin’ you what to do."

"Please, Joel," you gasped. "Please, I'm sorry, I swear—"

He chuckled low in his chest, your pathetic attempt at an apology amusing him.

"Sorry?" he echoed, sweet and cruel. "Baby, you don't even know what sorry means. If you did, you'd woulda been on your knees beggin' me to teach you better out there."

"I am," you sobbed, hips jerking. "I'm begging, Joel, please, please, I'll be good, I promise, I’ll listen next time, I’ll do whatever you want—"

Joel's thumb flicked your clit a little harder — still not enough to send you over, but enough to make your back arch, a broken cry ripping from your throat.

"Mm. Sounds pretty," he drawled. "But you said a lotta pretty things before, didn't you? Promised you'd behave out there. Look how that turned out."

"Different this time," you gasped, babbling now, too desperate to think straight. "I mean it, I’ll be good, I need you, I need you, Joel, please—"

Joel smiled — a slow, wicked, almost fond thing.

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

"You’re so fuckin' pretty when you're stupid like this," he murmured. "Mouthy little thing turned into my sweet cryin' girl again. Bet you'd promise me the fuckin' world just to get a little relief, wouldn't you?"

You nodded frantically, tears spilling freely now, shame and need tangling so tightly you couldn't tell them apart.

Joel kissed your temple — so gentle it almost hurt worse than the teasing.

"Poor thing," he whispered. "Didn't even know what you needed ‘til I gave it to you."

You were falling apart in his lap, soaked and aching and dizzy with it.

"I’m sorry, Daddy," you sobbed without thinking, the word slipping out wild and raw. "Please, please, I’m sorry, I’m yours, I’ll listen, just—please, Daddy, please."

Joel went still for half a second — like the word lit something inside him.

Then he hummed low, pleased. His hand cradled the back of your head, pulling you in so your forehead pressed against his chest.

"There she is," he murmured. "There’s my good girl."

You shuddered in his arms, still hovering on the edge, broken open and waiting for him to decide what you needed.

Joel slid his fingers back between your legs — this time with real intent. Real pressure. Real promise.

"Sweetheart," he said softly, the mocking edge finally gone. "I know you’re sorry."

He kissed the top of your head, steady and sure.

"Cum for Daddy."

You shattered.

Your whole body locked up, a ragged sob tearing from your throat as you came hard, soaking Joel’s jeans, clinging to him like he was the only thing holding you together.

He held you through it, murmuring soft, filthy praise against your hair.

"Good girl. That’s it. That’s my baby. Knew you had it in you."

You didn’t stop shaking for a long time — and Joel didn’t let you go.

You were still trembling in his lap, forehead pressed to his chest, gasping for air like you’d just survived a war.

Joel rubbed slow, steady circles into your back — not saying anything at first, just letting you come down enough to feel how wrecked you were.

Then he hooked an arm under your knees, the other behind your shoulders, and lifted you like you weighed nothing at all.

You whimpered — from sensitivity, from trust, from the way your body just gave itself up to him completely.

Joel carried you through the house, the floor creaking under his boots, until he reached the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed — but didn’t leave you long.

He followed you down, covering your body with his own, caging you in with his weight.

"You did so good for me," he murmured against your ear, voice low and thick. "Took your punishment like a big girl. Cried real pretty too."

You whimpered, squirming under him, already aching for more — even after everything.

Joel reached down, undoing his jeans, dragging them down enough to free himself. His cock was heavy, flushed dark, leaking at the tip.

He caught your chin in his fingers, tilted your face up to his.

"You ready for me, sweetheart?" he asked, voice soft but commanding. "Gonna let Daddy fuck that attitude outta you real gentle now?"

You nodded frantically, tears still clinging to your lashes. "Please, Joel. Need you. Need you inside."

Joel smiled — slow, dirty, affectionate.

"Course you do," he murmured. "You’re mine baby. Ain't goin' anywhere without me."

He lined himself up with your entrance — soaked and ready for him — and pushed in slow, steady, giving you every thick inch.

You gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders, still clad in that flannel that was so... Joel.

Joel groaned deep in his chest — a rough, needy sound.

"Fuck," he muttered. "So fuckin’ tight still. Made for me, baby. Made for Daddy’s cock."

He bottomed out and stayed there, letting you feel every pulse of him inside you, every inch stretching you wide, filling every part of you that needed it.

Then he started moving — slow, deep thrusts that dragged the head of his cock right against your sweet spot, over and over, until you were keening under him.

Joel held your hands above your head with one big hand, the other gripping your waist, using your body like it was his right — and it was.

You wanted it to be.

"Look at you," Joel rasped, thrusting slow and hard. "Took your beltin', took my fingers, now takin’ cock like a good little girl."

You moaned, helpless, clenching around him.

Joel leaned down, kissed your open, gasping mouth — slow and claiming — then pulled back just enough to murmur:

"Say it again. Say who you belong to."

"Y-you, Daddy," you sobbed. "Belong to you. Always."

Joel groaned again — a filthy, wrecked sound — and fucked you harder, deeper, his control slipping just enough to make it rougher, just enough to make you sob his name again and again.

"You’re mine," he growled, voice shaking. "Mine to take care of. Mine to fuck. Mine to keep safe."

You were close again — so close it hurt. And he could fucking feel it.

Joel kissed you hard, swallowing your cries.

"Cum for me again, sweetheart," he panted against your lips. "Wanna feel you. Wanna make you fall apart on my cock."

It took barely a few more thrusts before you shattered — clenching around him so tight it milked his cock right over the edge right after you.

Joel fucked you through both your orgasms, his mouth pressed to your ear, murmuring broken praises:

"That’s it, good girl, so fuckin’ good, Daddy’s so proud of you."

He stayed inside you after, cradling your body against his, still pressing soft kisses to your hair, your forehead, your cheeks — his calloused hands never leaving your skin.

Like he had to remind you, over and over, that you were safe now. That you were his.

Joel rose above you, still and steady just enough to look at your face properly, letting your racing heart slow. His breath was warm against your temple as he wrapped his arms tighter around your trembling body.

“You did good,” he whispered, voice rough but gentle. “Real good.”

You clung to him, tears still slipping free — not just from the intensity, but because you finally felt it. The way he cared so damn much it scared you a little.

Joel kissed the top of your head slowly, as if committing every trembling inch of you to memory.

“I ain’t never lettin’ anything happen to you, you hear me?” he murmured. “You’re mine — all of you — and I’ll take care of you better than anyone else ever could.”

You sniffled, nodding against his skin. “I’m sorry, Joel. I mean it this time.”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, those rough, scarred hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I know, baby,” he said, voice soft but sure. “And I ain’t just sayin’ that ‘cause I wanna hear it. I’m sayin’ it ‘cause I believe it. You’re mine. And I’m gonna keep you safe—no matter what, I never wanna hurt you but, I just can't risk it.”

He kissed you again—this time slow and sweet, full of promises and fierce protection.

You melted into him, the fierce heat and the gentle care tangled into one perfect, messy feeling.

Joel smiled, a rare softness breaking through his usual gruffness.

“Now,” he said, voice low and teasing, “you gonna behave on the next patrol? Or do I gotta remind you who’s really in charge again?”

You giggled—a shaky, relieved sound.

“Promise, Joel,” you whispered. “I’m yours. Always.”

He kissed you one last time before settling beside you, holding you close as sleep finally claimed you both.

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