#control arm bushings

[psbushings]

Common Misconceptions About Polyurethane Bushings Debunked

When it comes to vehicle suspension and performance upgrades, polyurethane bushings have become increasingly popular. However, despite their benefits, there are many misconceptions about these components. In this blog, we will debunk common myths about polyurethane bushings, focusing on their application in sway bar bushings and rear control arm bushings. Understanding the truth behind these misconceptions can help you make informed decisions about your vehicle’s suspension system.

What Are Polyurethane Bushings?

Polyurethane bushings are a type of suspension component made from a durable and resilient polymer material. Unlike traditional rubber bushings, polyurethane bushings offer enhanced performance characteristics, including improved handling, longevity, and resistance to wear and tear. They are commonly used in various parts of a vehicle's suspension system, including sway bar bushings and rear control arm bushings.

Misconception 1: Polyurethane Bushings Are Too Harsh

One of the most common misconceptions about polyurethane bushings is that they are too harsh and can lead to an uncomfortable ride. This myth likely stems from the fact that polyurethane is a stiffer material than rubber. While it is true that polyurethane bushings can transmit more road vibrations than rubber, this does not necessarily result in an uncomfortable ride.

In reality, the increased stiffness of polyurethane bushings provides better handling and more precise control. For drivers who prioritize performance, especially in sports or off-road vehicles, the trade-off is often worth it. Moreover, modern advancements in polyurethane formulations have led to bushings that offer a balance between stiffness and comfort, mitigating the harshness without compromising performance.

Misconception 2: Polyurethane Bushings Are Noisy

Another prevalent myth is that polyurethane bushings are inherently noisy. Critics often claim that these bushings can produce squeaking or creaking sounds, especially in older or poorly maintained vehicles. While it is true that improper installation or lack of lubrication can lead to noise, this issue is not exclusive to polyurethane bushings.

To prevent noise, it is crucial to use the appropriate type of lubricant during installation. Polyurethane bushings should be installed with a special grease designed for polyurethane materials, which helps reduce friction and eliminate noise. Regular maintenance and reapplication of lubricant as needed can also keep the bushings quiet and performing optimally.

Misconception 3: Polyurethane Bushings Are Difficult to Install

Some vehicle owners shy away from polyurethane bushings because they believe these components are difficult to install. This misconception is often fueled by the assumption that special tools or advanced mechanical skills are required. While it is true that installing polyurethane bushings can be more involved than replacing rubber bushings, the process is not excessively complicated.

Most polyurethane bushing kits come with detailed instructions and all the necessary hardware for installation. Additionally, there are numerous online resources, including videos and forums, that provide step-by-step guidance. With the right tools and a bit of patience, most DIY enthusiasts can successfully install polyurethane bushings. For those who prefer professional assistance, many automotive shops are experienced in working with these components.

Misconception 4: Polyurethane Bushings Do Not Last Long

A common concern is that polyurethane bushings do not offer significant durability and might need frequent replacement. This misconception likely arises from experiences with low-quality products or improper maintenance. In reality, high-quality polyurethane bushings are known for their longevity and resistance to wear and tear.

Polyurethane bushings are more resistant to oil, chemicals, and environmental factors compared to rubber bushings. This makes them ideal for use in various conditions, including harsh off-road environments. When properly maintained, polyurethane bushings can outlast rubber bushings, providing longer-lasting performance and reducing the need for frequent replacements.

Misconception 5: All Polyurethane Bushings Are the Same

Not all polyurethane bushings are created equal, yet some people believe that all products on the market offer the same quality and performance. This misconception can lead to disappointing results if low-quality bushings are chosen based on price alone.

It is essential to select polyurethane bushings from reputable manufacturers known for their high standards and quality control. Researching and reading reviews can help identify the best products for your specific vehicle and application. Investing in high-quality polyurethane bushings ensures optimal performance, durability, and satisfaction.

Misconception 6: Polyurethane Bushings Are Only for Performance Vehicles

Another myth is that polyurethane bushings are only beneficial for performance vehicles and not suitable for everyday cars. While it is true that performance enthusiasts highly value polyurethane bushings for their handling benefits, these components can also provide advantages for daily drivers.

For everyday vehicles, polyurethane bushings can improve ride quality by reducing body roll, enhancing steering response, and increasing overall stability. These benefits contribute to a safer and more enjoyable driving experience. Additionally, the longevity and durability of polyurethane bushings can result in lower maintenance costs over time, making them a worthwhile investment for any vehicle.

Misconception 7: Polyurethane Bushings Do Not Affect Sway Bars

There is a misconception that polyurethane bushings have little to no impact on sway bars and their function. In reality, sway bar bushings made from polyurethane can significantly enhance the performance of the sway bar system.

Sway bars, also known as anti-roll bars, are designed to reduce body roll during cornering. The bushings play a crucial role in the effectiveness of the sway bar by providing a stable mounting point and allowing controlled movement. Polyurethane sway bar bushings offer increased stiffness compared to rubber, which helps maintain the sway bar's effectiveness and improves handling during aggressive driving or off-road conditions.

Misconception 8: Polyurethane Bushings Are Incompatible with Stock Components

Some vehicle owners worry that upgrading to polyurethane bushings will require replacing other stock suspension components, leading to increased costs and complications. This is not necessarily true. Polyurethane bushings are designed to be compatible with most stock components, making them a straightforward upgrade for many vehicles.

In fact, many polyurethane bushing kits are created to be direct replacements for factory rubber bushings. They fit within the existing suspension geometry and do not require additional modifications. This makes them an accessible and cost-effective upgrade for improving your vehicle’s suspension performance without extensive modifications.

Misconception 9: Rear Control Arm Bushings Do Not Benefit from Polyurethane

A specific misconception regarding rear control arm bushings is that polyurethane versions do not provide significant benefits over rubber. This is far from the truth. Rear control arm bushings play a critical role in the suspension system by maintaining the alignment of the wheels and absorbing shocks from the road.

Polyurethane rear control arm bushings offer improved performance by providing better alignment stability and reducing deflection under load. This results in more predictable handling and improved tire contact with the road, which can enhance both performance and safety. Additionally, the increased durability of polyurethane bushings means they will maintain their performance characteristics for a longer period compared to rubber bushings.

Conclusion

Polyurethane bushings are a valuable upgrade for many vehicle suspension systems, offering improved handling, durability, and performance. By debunking common misconceptions about these components, we hope to provide a clearer understanding of their benefits and applications. Whether you're considering sway bar bushings, rear control arm bushings, or other suspension components, polyurethane bushings can enhance your driving experience.

Proper installation and maintenance are key to maximizing the advantages of polyurethane bushings. Choosing high-quality products from reputable manufacturers ensures you get the best performance and longevity. With the right information and approach, upgrading to polyurethane bushings can be a worthwhile investment for both performance enthusiasts and everyday drivers.

[steves-auto-repair-va]

Suspension work has been performed on a Jeep Patriot, which was pulling to the right when accelerating. 

We noticed that the front control arm bushings were cracked. After replacing the lower control arms, our technician performed a tire alignment.

Other than drifting to one side, a car may have a crooked steering wheel or uneven tire wear when it has a bad wheel alignment.

A vehicle pulling may not necessarily mean you need a car alignment. It could also be a sign that you have a bad tire.

[demoness-one]

My brother is trying to convince me to lift my impreza (round 2) and god. He wouldnt have to try very hard to get me to do it. Maybe just a leeetle lift. Just 1 or 2 inches 😳

[duanee30-blog]

How To Diagnose And Replace Bad Control Arms

Worn out bushings and ball joints on control arms can cause undesirable handling conditions. In this article I'll teach you how to find out if your control arms are bad and how to replace them.

Control arms are what connects your wheels to the frame of your vehicle. On most passenger cars, there is a lower control arm in the front of the car, although in some cars, especially sports cars, there can be a lower and an upper control arm on each side. It’s the same thing in the rear. There’s typically only a lower control arm. Rear upper control arms are usually only found in exotic sports…

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

A Well Deserved Grudge

Summary: You still hate them after their overblot

Notes: GN Yuu. Some based off some stuff from the light novel. Yuu is pretty evil in Jamils. General edginess that comes with angst

Based on this old post abt Yuu with scars

Riddle Rosehearts

A familiar click of heels has you on edge. As they approach you turn around to face him, messing with some of the bandages around your neck from your last encounter. There stood Riddle, his confident stance dropping the second he meets your eyes. 

His usual piercing gaze filled with anxiety as the words he so wanted to say— needed to say— died on his tongue. He's such a coward without a rule book. He's even more cowardly under your scrutiny.

"What?” You deadpan at him and Riddle swallows, looking at the bandages on your neck and arms. He then looks at your face, covered in a few scratches from rose bushes.

“... I… am here to… ” His voice shook toward the end and he took a breath to steady himself. “I'm sorry Yuu. I didn't mean to hurt you.”

You merely raised a brow and fully turned to him. Riddle could see the gash along your neck that peeked through some of the bandages. A grim reminder on how his magic failed during his overblot. The expression you had on your face as the collar around your neck continued to tighten and cut into you haunts him.

“You’re apologizing?” A flicker of determination flashes in Riddle's eyes as he nods. 

“Yes. I know it's not enough but… I'm sorry.” The dullness of your eyes reminds the dormleader that this was far from enough to smooth things over.

“I do not forgive you.” He should have expected that, yet he winces still. What is he supposed to do in this scenario? What else does he say? There is no rule, no guide to what he has done. Deuce and Ace said that he needs to make things right, but how?

“... I understand. If there's anything I can do to earn your forgiveness, please–”

“I don't think there's anything you could do that makes this okay.” Your voice is dull as you pull at the bandages on your neck. “Shouldn't you be in the headmage's office fighting your expulsion?”

It was true. Crowley was to judge whether or not he was to be expelled for his actions. It scared him. “I… I am but–”

“Then go. We both know you won't be kicked out– Crowley doesn't have a backbone and your bitch of a mother will make sure you stay in. You want to ‘earn’ my forgiveness? Stay the hell away from me.” 

Riddle grits his teeth and closes his fist tighter. Emotions of all kinds surge through him. He's confused, he's guilty, he's angry, he's lost. 

Most of all, he's scared. Scared of your gaze, scared of how you hold yourself. Your eyes remind him so much of the ones above him he tries to please and they're boring into him with such disapproval.

“I don't want to see you around, get your shitty tantrums in check. Just because you lose your head doesn't mean others have to. Just go.”

By now you've turned away and started walking off. Riddle could only watch, unable to find the strength to move or say anything. It was probably for the better. He needs to go to the Headmage.

Jamil Viper

He hates this feeling. You have forgiven him, though and through, water under the bridge and he hates it. He hates how you shrug it off. He hates that you don't hate him. He hates this guilt.

He mind controlled you. You. A magicless and defenseless human who was already helping him. You who are in a position so similar to his. You who had no way to fight back. He kidnapped you, keeping you in Scarabia for days regardless of your own plans. If it weren't for your dorm ghosts feeding the fire fairies, Crowley would have cut off your food for the week.

Then he tried to kill you, and had the audacity to be angry at you for it. To add even more salt into the wound you were so kind with him afterwards. You didn’t seem to take it seriously. Take him seriously. Your attitude reminds him so much of Kalim which makes this even worse.

He hates your smile. He hates your attitude. He hates the way you have to walk because of your injuries. He hates seeing glimpses of the wounds on your abdomen from him.

Yet another reminder of his failures. How he hates someone that's not entirely to blame. How he hates someone that's overly nice. He avoids your gaze so often he doesn't notice the glints of satisfaction within it.

Vil Schoenheit

He could only stare at the prefect within the mirror. Their gaze so fixated on themselves and their new appearance they paid no mind to the hospital bed they should be laying in. He wants to lecture them to sit, lay back down and to stop sitting up, but he's sure they would break down if he did.

Blackened veins run along your body, your skin reddened and inflamed in random areas. Even with all the magical remedies the doctors have given you, the black tar like substance runs through you still. “Good going Vil. Really fucked that one up huh?” 

Vil’s eyes met yours in the mirror, he could see your face steel itself before you turned to him. Your eyes stood out against the inky scrawls of venom coursing through you. They were so cold, so angry.

“... I know this is something I may never be able to amend…” Vil starts, taking a breath. Fuck. Years of acting and hard work are lost on him. It is hard to keep strong when seeing how badly your own childishness, your own selfishness hurt someone this badly.

“I want to apologize. I know this is far from enough. I plan to not only cover any costs that may occur in your recovery, but to also offer my support in any way I can during your recovery.” 

Your gaze only hardens. "Bare minimum I guess…” You sniffle a bit as words slur. It was clear you were still inebriated. You weren't going to be the most logical right now, but that's fine. He will say this apology a million times over if it would make it right.

“... If there is anything you need..."

“Go away.” You sniffle again, wiping away tears. “Just leave.” Vil swallows and shuts his eyes for a moment. “I understand.” 

As he turns to leave the drugs in your system really start to kick in. “You… You really are a villain.” The words come out crude and harsh, no doubt you are speaking to hurt him. Yet as you turned away he could see your face in the mirror.

Scared. You were scared of him. You were scared and truly believed in what you were saying. And you weren't wrong. He is a villian.

Malleus Draconia

A mighty dragon places his glass heart in the hands of a human without their knowledge, and is enraged when the human breaks it. Except here Malleus broke it himself to protect himself from the possibility of the human hurting him first. Now he holds the shards of what's left and sees them stained not by his blood, but by yours.

A position he put onto you, his only friend. He does not even know if he has the right to call you that anymore. Not after his little stunt. Children of men do not deserve to be locked away in the dark, no matter how beautiful you were in it. They were to be free. Even if it hurt him. You and him could have been free together.

He looks at your expression. It still holds no fear, no anxiety, just as foolishly brave you were when he first met you. Instead it holds disappointment. Such a pathetic emotion that he would smite off anyone else if it wasn't you. 

“... You're really selfish, you know that?” You mutter and look away from him, as if not wanting to believe the words coming out of your own mouth. “Were we really friends or was I just some doll to you? Some obsession?”

A sniffle. “I wanted to be your friend…” Malleus hasn't the words to respond. He can only open his mouth then close it. “I know. I'm sorry. You made me so happy I wanted you all to myself. It's not an excuse, but when I thought I would be losing you, it was too much for me. I made… A very rash decision.”

There's silence. More deafening than the silence at his birthday parties growing up. “Is there any possibility you could forgive me?” It was a daring question, one he was afraid to know the answer to. 

“... I don't know, Tsuno. I think… I think I need some time to think about it.” You turn away from him and his heart sinks, the pet name does nothing to soothe his nerves.

He remembers all the times he's told you how his kind are born cruel and you would tell him that his actions have shown just how kind he could be. That him learning to be nice and overcoming his nature is more meaningful than anyone who was born that way. 

And he ruined that. He may not be able to choose his nature but he can choose his actions. He chose to hurt you.

[plathfiles]

Felix catton x reader where oliver is being really weird towards reader and felix is protective

gah this sounds excellent! thank you for the request!

pairing: felix catton x fem!reader

warnings: spoilers!!! bit of an au, language and light nsfw, stalking, obsession. one use of y/n

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It was your first summer at Saltburn and you and Felix were attached at the hip.

Reading together by the poolside, you were curled up to his chest and reading the Harry Potter book that was passed around the entire group that summer. Felix had just finished it and now it was your turn.

Felix was reading a book that you had recommended to him — “The Secret History” by Donna Tart. Getting board with reading, you sat yourself up. A groan escaped Felix’s lips and you smiled. “Just going for a swim, care to join?” You asked, turning to him.

He seemed tempted, but he couldn’t put his book down. You just had that good of taste. “Maybe after I finish this chapter love,” he said. You nodded and made your way to the pool.

A moment later and out of thin air, Oliver appeared next to you. Oliver was quite jealous of the fact Felix had invited both of you to Saltburn. He wanted Felix to himself but Felix couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

“I can see you both love each other very much,” Oliver says slowly and calculated. He turns his head to meet your gaze and there is a glimmer in his eyes.

“We do,” you confirm, a smile creeping onto your face. You blushed.

“I can hear you in the next room,” Oliver said, making his way towards you. “I see how he fucks you and how much control he has over you,” he said, getting only slightly closer.

You back away, looking at him with some confusion. ‘Why would he watch you and Felix?’

“Felix and I’s relationship is none of your business Oliver,” you retorted, snappily.

Before Oliver could respond, Felix cannonball’s into the pool. Swimming over to you, he slides his arms around your waist.

“What are you talking about?” Felix asked, a slight bit aggressive. Then Oliver replied. “Oh nothing, just my party,” he shrugged lying, swimming away from the both of you.

You let it be, too stunned to speak.

Later that night, you and Felix had snuck away after dinner. You two were in the labyrinth, Felix’s hands pulling at your waist. His lips trailing kisses down your neck leaving love bites and little marks as he went.

“Felix,” you giggled, his touch soft but still tickling.

“What?” He smiled teasingly, moving a hand to brush some hair from your face. You both made eye contact. Felix was much taller than yourself and you enjoyed how he towered over you. He brushed some hair from your face and leaned into kiss you.

But you backed away in fright, from the corner of your eyes you could see someone in the bushes.

Felix grew concerned, having never seen you like this.

“Whats wrong?” Felix asked.

You saw a figure near a hedge, the person looked small and angry. You looked back to Felix. “It’s Oliver,” you whispered, hoping he would believe you.

Felix saw your frightened eyes and got up from on top of you. “Oliver?” He shouted to the dark.

You saw now that no one was there.

Felix turned to you, “Are you okay? Because no one was there,” he said, concerned.

You shook your head, standing up. “No I’m not alright. I just saw Oliver watching us, right after he told me today that he stalks us,” you said, tears forming in your eyes.

“Do you not believe me?” You asked Felix.

Felix came up to you and embraced you in a soft hug. “I believe you,” he said. “He lied about his family. I’m not sure what to do.” Felix added.

“He lied about his family?” You asked, growing more concerned. “He’s a psychopath,” you said, pulling away from Felix.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” Felix said, protectively. “I’ll get mum to throw him out right after the party tomorrow night,” he said.

You nodded, “stay by my side,” you said. Felix took your hand and kissed your forehead, “I won’t let him near you.”

The next night at the party, you were dressed as a nymph. There was glitter in your hair and on your cheeks. You wore an old silky night gown, which Felix said he couldn’t wait to take off later.

Felix had kept his word and stayed next to you the whole night. Elsbeth and Sir James loved the look of you two, enjoying yourselves and having fun.

You didn’t see Oliver anywhere and wondered where he could be lurking.

Towards the end of the night, Felix wanted to get you back to his bedroom. On the way up the stairs, you ran into Oliver.

Felix went infront of you, he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Not from this lying creep. “Go away Oliver,” he said strongly.

“I wanted to explain myself,” he said, sounding drunk.

“We don’t want your explanations,” Felix replied. “You lied to me and my family. And then you admitted to stalking me and y/n,” he said.

Oliver came closer, “I just wanted to be your friend. One of the group.” He said pathetically.

Felix went to move past Oliver, you following behind. As you went passed Oliver he tried to grab you and Felix turned to punch him in the face.

“Don’t touch her!” Felix yelled, causing some faces, including the Catton family and Farleigh to see.

Oliver in his drunken state missed a couple steps and fell. Not terribly injured he propped himself up. He was gone from Saltburn the following morning.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

James Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x Reader

* Includes primal, breeding, and scent kink • Logan’s dick is so big Reader struggles to take it 🫦 • oral sex (f receiving) • fingering • vaginal sex • Logan’s in beast mode but the fluff is definitely fluffing 💗 *

Tears bubbled in the corners of your eyes, your lips pressed into a frustrated pout. “It won’t fit,” you whimpered, your voice trembling in defeat. Logan’s broad shoulders curved over you like a shield, every muscle in his body tensed as he demanded restraint of himself.

In spite of how tightly your cunt was sucking at his tip, Logan knew he had to be gentle with you. If he forced himself any deeper, he’d absolutely cause you pain. And that was the last thing he wanted, especially since this was your first time with him…

It was something Logan had anticipated already. He knew he was big, with a thick girth that matched his length. Despite playing with your pussy through your clothes for the last ten minutes and getting you sopping wet, he was still met with resistance the moment he pushed his tip inside you.

“Shh, it’s okay honey,” Logan soothed you. “S’not your fault, alright?” He eased his hips back slowly, carefully removing his tip from your entrance. Logan swiped the pad of his thumb across your cheek, drying a frustrated tear before it could fall. “A tight little pussy’s nothing to cry about, angel,” he grinned reassuringly down at you, pulling you into his arms. “Just means we need to help her relax a little.”

Logan gently guided your back against the couch, sliding down to his knees beside you. One of his hands slid under your ass and down your left thigh, lifting your leg till it was draped over his broad shoulder. The smell of your cunt was intoxicating, stirring every animal instinct inside Logan that he knew he must keep in check. If he lost control, even for a moment, he might hurt you, or worse.

Logan’s self control was immaculate, a skill he’d been forced to acquire through generations of fucking women who didn’t share his strength, and certainly not his ability to heal from whatever consequences a rough fuck could cause.

“You smell like honey,” Logan murmured, nuzzling his nose into the soft warmth of your inner thigh. He used his fingers to delicately spread your lips apart, watching the slick collected there spread between them. Your scent grew stronger as Logan opened you up for himself, his primal need to claim you testing his sense of control. His eyes honed in on the wet cunt just inches from his mouth, dripping with copious, slippery cum. Logan could smell your fertility, the pheromones emitting from your body sending his animal instinct to breed into overdrive.

Logan nestled his head deeper between your thighs, his nose pressed against your bush. He breathed deeply the delicious cocktail of your sweat and cum gathered inside the coarse hair framing your pussy. Logan’s hands were now at his sides in fists, clenching so hard that his fingernails punctured the skin of his palms. He nuzzled into your bush, drawing another breath of your scent inside his nose. Parting his lips, Logan let his tongue dip between your labia, spreading them apart just as his fingers had before. Your thighs trembled around his head, breathy moans leaving your lips as Logan’s mouth explored you. Your fingers went to his hair, lacing in the thick brown strands and holding him in place.

Logan was in absolute bliss, delving his tongue between your folds, slurping loudly as he ate your cum. The animal inside him was finally being sated, fed well at the meal between your thighs, his teeth sinking ever-so-lightly into the plump pout of your lips, wide tongue padding soft against your clit.

Logan’s fingers joined his tongue, entering you easily as he continued to lap at your clit. Watching him work between your thighs, you felt your climax building. Logan pumped his fingers inside you at a brutal pace, the force of his hand meeting your cunt each time his fingers disappeared inside you making you wince. It hurt so good, too good, a feeling of absolute overwhelm that had fresh tears springing to your eyes. As the pressure inside you gave way to climax, tears cascaded down your burning cheeks, your features contorted in ecstasy. A carnal groan of relief poured from your lips as hot slick gushed over Logan’s tongue. He lapped and sucked your juices like a thirsty animal as they dripped down your thighs, chasing every drop as your cum soaked into the cushion beneath you.

His cock was leaking precum onto the floor, his tip red and aching, every instinct in Logan’s body silently screaming at him to fuck a baby into the nearest fertile womb. He slid your thigh off his shoulder but remained between your legs, rising to kneel on one knee as he tugged your hips forward to meet his. Logan’s face and chest were glistening with cum and sweat. He reached for the back of your neck, holding your head in place so your eyes would be on his when he entered you. You felt Logan’s tip press just inside your entrance, his forehead creasing as he willed himself not to selfishly take you as roughly as he wanted. “Alright, baby?” he asked, his voice a choked groan. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as Logan sank three inches inside you.

Your cunt accepted him with minimal resistance, till a slight sting caused you to wince and brought Logan to a pause. “Too much?” he panted down at you, and you quickly replied with a forceful “NO. Keep going Logan, please…”

He was trembling all over, the fight between his care for you and his animal need raging. With extreme effort to be gentle, Logan sank another three inches deeper inside you. The breath in your lungs burst out of you as Logan filled you, his hips stilling as he felt the smooth mound of your cervix against his tip. “Look at you, baby,” he murmured proudly. “Takin’ me so deep…I knew you could.”

Your heart skipped at his praise. Knowing Logan was pleased with you was addictive; you needed more. “I want to make you happy,” you uttered softly, your voice timid and small, needy tears gathering on your lashes. Logan grinned down at you, his voice a heady drug as he assured you “sweetheart, you already have…”

He drew his hips backward slowly, then carefully thrust just once inside you. Your whole body jerked at the impact, your eyes squeezed shut, a breathy gasp punched out of you. Logan pulled back and thrust forward again, growling through his teeth. Your pillowy walls were milking him, his heavy balls aching to be drained, eager to breed the fertile womb his tip was wedged against.

Logan exhaled deeply, the scent of your cunt washing over you on his breath. “Can I get you pregnant?” he asked, his eyes boring deep into yours as his cock rested thick and throbbing inside you. Maybe his question would have been too much from anyone else. It was a request that held massive implications…the consequences unavoidable. But coming from Logan, a request to claim your womb as his was…deliciously tempting.

You nodded, watching the tension in Logan’s face soften as he confirmed your consent. It was all so much, so beautiful, his body over yours and inside you, the security you felt wrapped up in his warmth. Your lips quivered into a confident smile, fresh tears of submission and love trickling down your cheeks. “Fill me up,” you gently begged. “Make me yours, Logan. I already am…”

He closed his eyes a moment, the gnawing hunger inside him ready to tear both of you in half if he gave himself over to it. With his hands firmly clutching your shoulders, Logan leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. A low growl left his lips as he surrendered to his need to breed you. Logan buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent as his hips propelled forward. He took you as gently as he could, big hands pressing your shoulders back as you arched against the couch. Your legs wrapped around Logan’s waist, ankles crossing behind his back. He rut his hips into yours, smearing the sweat along his happy trail against your belly. Logan’s cock disappeared inside you, his bush matted with your juices, squelching as your crotches met with each punch of his hips. He stroked you as deeply as you could take him, dragging his heavy cock back and forth within the snug grip of your cunt.

Logan growled your name against your ear as his hips stilled against you, the words on his lips fading into a breathy moan as he emptied his sperm between your walls. A metallic sound issued beside your shoulders where Logan held you. Tilting your head, you saw Logan’s claws extended, burrowed into the couch cushions beneath you. His breath punched from his lungs in bursts, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your tits.

Logan collapsed forward, taking care not to crush you beneath him. He held you close, swallowing you up in the curve of his chest, refusing to let go till he was certain the last of his seed had drained from his tip. Logan carefully removed his softening cock from inside you, a thick stream of semen leaking creamy and white from between your lips. He lifted you into his arms, letting you rest and recover, your ear pressed to his heartbeat. As your breathing slowed, Logan looked down to see you peacefully asleep. He placed a soft kiss in your hair, smiling contentedly, grateful to hold you as long as you rested, allowing Nature to take its course as his sperm made its way to your womb…

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi!! I really love your writting🥰 i would like to request for the self-aware au, Reader hiding behind them after being chased by some particularly pushy NPCs with Rook, Trey, and Jack please❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, description of violence, blood, obsession, stalking

Trey Clover/Jack Howl/Rook Hunt-Hiding behind them

Ah, what a nice day. In fact, it is perfect for trying out that recipe with that dough that needed to rest for a while

Or rather, that was his plan for the day until he suddenly heard two pairs of footsteps rushing into the dorm kitchen

And no, it was not the kind of footsteps that spoke of joy like the ones of his siblings did. from time to time, it sounded panicked

Just a second later you entered the kitchen with an octavinelle student, the latter one trying to catch up to you

Before the baker could figure out what was going on, you were suddenly behind him, using his body as a shield

Oh… oh!

Was this guy harassing you?

How dare he? How dare-

Deep breaths. Very deep breaths - would be something he would have said to himself if he wasn't this angry

By some miracle, he was able to hold himself together

He was this close to loose his reputation as "that nice hat wearing baker"

A strict look towards the student and you were finally alone with him

For you the whole thing was over but for that student?

Suddenly the poor lad fell ill, claiming that he had stomach problems

Heck, he couldn't even keep his food down

Such a shame... Trey surely hoped he would survive

Who else could he secretly gift those cakes? You? Oh no... It's just that he experiments with some new recipes...

Ignore that bottle in the cupboard

Jack is someone who keeps his friends very close and is not afraid to stand up for them

Only that he saw you as someone more precious than a friend

So when he saw you running away from a student and slipping behind him he saw the world just a tiny bit tinted red

The young wolf beastman isn't someone who uses violence just because he can do or feel like using it

(Honestly, at this point he is more like your little dog than some fearsome wolf)

Just because he didn't turn the student into very biological and mushy fertiliser for the flowers then and there doesn't mean he was calm though

Grabbing the not so nice company of yours, he told you to not worry and leave your little problem to him

Ah yes, Jack Howl, that kind acquaintance of yours

How nice of him

But you know, there are also tales about wolves acting as if they are kind just to devour you

Of course Jack didn't do that

Does not mean that things went as peaceful as you thought they did after you left

Jack usually keeps his instincts under control but on that evening he had to cut his nails very short and scrub his hands

Anyone would be horrified after the sensation of calcium breaking under their hand, splintering like old, dried out wood under a saw

He should feel guilty but... it was hard to do so

Which brings us back to a sink being used by a certain beastman

Geez, some things are so hard to get off of skin once it dries, wouldn't you agree?

First of all, it's a wonder the hunter wasn't watching you from a tree (or something like that... who knew bushes could walk in this world)

If he had he would have immediately revealed himself by slithering in between you and that oh so foolish first year

But alas, apparently a miracle happened and this time it was you seeking out him

When Rook heart the certain sound of your shoes hitting the ground he was swivelling around, a poem about his devotion towards you already on his tongue...

And them you hid behind his arm curtains (you know, their dorm uniforms sleves)

Did hiw beloved Overseer, perfection and liberatir in person finally choose him as their most favorite- no? Ok that's cool too

If this was any other situation he would have started a speech in his wannabe French, stating how short he was by your rejection

But right now he had to deal with your little stalker (don't try to act all innocent, Rook, you did the same many more times than they ever could without being noticed)

Trying to calm you down the hunter brought you to Pomfiore

And nothing weir happened

No I am not joking, Rook was his usual normal self (if we want to call at best flirtatious remarks and at worst frantic devoted ramblings normal)

From then on you were much closer to the hunter

Especially after a body was found

And oh, how grateful Rook was for not having the time to get rid of the body on that day

Of course, he had noticed how ce fou followed you two to the dorm

How trusting you were when he told you that he wanted to get you two something to drink...

And there the parasite still was, lingering around the entrance of his dorm

The only regret Rook had was finishing his job so quickly

It was always such a bore whenever his prey wouldn't squirm

Well, at least you were now close to him

Just be careful, the hunter was also back then the one bringing her highness a false heart. Who knows how much he would lie to get you all to himself?

Uh and… maybe don't open that box he has in his room in a cooler. He told you he keeps some sort of trophy in there and I think that is all we need to know

[bpmiranda]

Uncle Logan |epilogue|

A/N: fluffy, smut, a little angst, uncle!logan x faux niece!reader, dbf!logan, age gap, breeding kink, pregnancy

There is a sick satisfaction that consumes Logan when he would empty his load into your cunt. His large hand would caress your abdomen as he kisses you, murmuring something along the lines of how good you are for him, soothing all the aches in your body from yet another intense night in his bed with soft touches and sweet words.

“You can’t do that.” You murmur, resting your hand over his and he chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against yours. “It’s mean.”

“I don’t mean to be mean, sweetheart.” He says as he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “Just thinking about how beautiful you’d look all round here.”

You know he doesn’t want a baby, at least that’s what he’s claimed. Not at his age and you’ve accepted it, you understand because you’re not quite sure you’re ready for a child this young. But the way he rubs your belly and continues to cum in you from time to time with the safety net of your birth control and says things like that makes you crave that which you’ve agreed would only make things more complicated. “Is this enough for you?” You ask suddenly and he gives a curious look, slowly pulling out of you and laying beside you. “Just fucking on the weekends?”

“I’d have you here during the week if you didn’t have school.” He says as you rest your head on his chest and he wraps an arm around you. “What are you trying to ask, sweet girl?” He presses, knowing you like to beat around the bush.

A small sigh leaves your lips and you sit up, bringing the sheets with you to cover your breasts as you look at him. “Do you want to marry me? Or have a family? Maybe move away from the city and out to the country?” You ask, leaning in and kissing him, trembling as his beard tickles your chin and his calloused hand lightly rubs your exposed back. “I need something a little more concrete.” You whisper.

“Is that right?” He asks, bringing you onto his lap which makes you gasp softly. Logan caressed your jaw softly as you straddle him and he lets that hand run down your exposed body. His thumb runs over your hard nipple, the other is drawing small circles into your hip as you place your hands on your thighs and let him touch you. “You have no idea how much I love you.” He says suddenly. It’s his first time saying it and you feel your belly bloat with butterflies. Your eyes water threateningly and he chuckles, clasping one rough hand on your neck and bringing you down to his lips. You kiss him hungrily, knowing he loves you makes you want him to prove it.

“You love me, Uncle Logan?” You ask, a small pout on your lips because you hope he isn’t just saying it to get you off his back or distract you from this conversation.

Logan smirks against your lips, his cock throbbing when you call him ‘Uncle Logan’ and you feel it nudging your clit. A soft moan falls from your lips and he brings you further up his lap as your slit is sitting over the underside of his cock. “You gotta stop calling me that.” He says, kissing your jaw now. “Don’t want our kid thinking he’s the product of some sick affair.” You laugh lightly, nodding as you realize that would sound odd to a child and then realizing something much more important.

You quickly pull away from him, taking his hand off your neck so he’s forced to stop kissing you and look at you. “Our kid?” You ask with a small grin.

Logan clears his throat and nods, moistening his lips as he watches the radiance on your face. “We’ll talk about it when you finish college.” He says with a finger pointing sternly at you. “Don’t you try anything before then. I’m going to make sure you keep taking those pills daily.”

Three Years Later…

Your parents are overjoyed that you’ve graduated and have earned your diploma. They have a party at their home, Logan’s invited, of course, and you’re delighted to see him there. “Congratulations, sweetheart.” He says as he hugs you tightly, appropriately while you try not to linger with him. “Open this later on.” He whispers in your ear as he hands you a small, flat box. Your cheeks warm up and you nod, thanking him as you continue to greet the guests filling up the backyard.

The party continues on its own and the drinks flow and you notice your dad and Logan laughing over drinks in a corner, the closest friends if you’ve ever seen any. It makes your heartache that your dad can’t know about you and the love of your life, but how would he possibly react? You don’t want to give him a heartache, you don’t want to ruin what is possibly the most concrete friendship either of those two men have in their lives. You feel your eyes welling up with tears and you hurry inside, sighing as you hold your hand over your heart.

You make your way into your bedroom and sit on your bed, going down every avenue in your head of what would happen if you and Logan went public with your relationship. And when there doesn’t seem to be a good path to take, you hear a light knocking on your door. “Come in.” You call, clearing your throat and wiping your eyes.

The door opens and Logan comes in with a soft smile. “Noticed you weren’t down there anymore.” He said as he closed the door behind him. You could only give him a sad smile in response and he kneeled in front of you, setting a hand on your knee and picking your chin up with the other. “What’s goin’ on, sweet girl?” You shake your head and he only insists. “Tell me, you know you’re going to, either right now or tonight when it’s just you and me.” He says with a hint of suggestiveness in his tone as he lightly kisses you. You kiss him back, your hands finding his beard through which you run your fingers, scratching his jaw and making him groan softly. “Not now, baby.”

You nod, knowing this is most definitely not the place or the time and you pull away. “That’s the problem.” You murmur and he looks at you curiously. “Will my parents be there if we decide to get married?” You ask and his eyes soften. “Will they meet their grandchild?” You feel the tears returning and he sighs, wiping them away as he wonders the same thing.

“Do you want them to?” He asks suddenly and you feel shocked. You nod slowly, a small smile gracing your pretty face and Logan knows what he’s gotta do, he’d do anything for you.

Hand in hand, as the party is dying down and your parents are saying goodbye to their final guests, you and Logan come into the kitchen. Your mom notices first, her eyes falling on your intertwined hands and she calls your father’s name. Your face is growing hot as your dad turns and looks at you and his best friend, the man that he considers a brother, holding his little girl’s hand. “What the hell is this?” He asks clearly angry, and Logan steps forward with a hand up in defense.

“Brother, just listen to me.”

They’re furious. Your father feels betrayed by Logan, he feels that you’ve been taken advantage of, but most of all, he feels at fault for sending you to live with Logan in the first place instead of taking responsibility for you like a father should and that breaks your heart. “I shouldn’t have pushed you away when you needed me most.” Your dad sobs and you want to run to him, but you’re not sure that you can, so your mom does. Your mom who has been so quiet and pensive while Logan explained the situation much more eloquently than you ever could have.

“Y/N,” She says in a soft voice and you look at her through teary eyes. “Why don’t you go with Logan tonight and you two can join us for breakfast in the morning when we’ve had time to process this information, yes, dear?”

So you leave.

At his apartment, you feel a weight has been lifted off you and you look at Logan as he’s undoing his tie while you’re taking off your heels. “How do you feel?” You ask while sliding your shoes under his bed and looking up at him with big, worried eyes.

Logan shrugs off his dress jacket and he smiles at you as he hangs it up. “I feel good.” He says as he sits beside you on the end of his bed, his hand rests on your thigh and he squeezes it softly. “How do you feel?” He asks.

“Better now.” You say with a warmth spreading onto your face as he kisses your cheek.

“Good,” He then pulls a the thin box out of his pants’ pocket and hands it to you. “You should open that now.” He says, tapping the box softly as it sits in your hands and you smile.

It’s a gold chain with a thin golden plate under which the word mama is engraved. Your eyes widen as you look at him and he gives you a single nod. “You still want to try?” You ask eagerly and he chuckles.

“I promised you we’d have a conversation, didn’t I?” He says.

The rest of the night is spent talking about what happens when you get pregnant. Logan proposes that you make a plan to land a job first, establish a career while you’re able to, and when he’s found the both of you a nice house to live in somewhere out in the country, you’ll try for a baby.

In the morning, you and Logan meet up with your parents. Your dad has questions, your mom is still the quietest person at the table, it makes you more nervous than your dad grilling Logan about his true intentions. “Did you always look at her that way?” Your dad asks and Logan shakes his head.

“No, I swear,” He says firmly. “It was not some premeditated predator shit. I-” Logan looks over at you and he sighs. “I didn’t mean to fall for her, believe me, I fought it.” He begins and you can’t help the little smile at the corner of your lips. “I wish it wasn’t like this, brother, I can’t express that enough. I wish it were simpler, but I love her. I’d still love her if she weren’t your daughter, I’d still love her if she were my age or older, I’d still love her if she had been born in my century.”

Finally, your mom speaks. “Logan, you’re a good man.” Her words make your heart bloat with relief and Logan shakes his head. “You are, and you’ve lived a long and tragic life, we know this.” Her hand reaches out for his and she squeezes it, hard. “You deserve to be in love and if it’s with my daughter then there’s nothing we could say or do to stop that from happening. She’s clearly in love with you too and you’ve brought out a side of her that I thought was long gone.” Her eyes water and you cry.

“I’m sorry, mom.” You sniff, standing up as she does and you hug. “I was awful to you.”

“I’d still love you if you continued to be.” She says which makes you laugh and you pull away to look at her. “Now I can’t guarantee that your dad will be all the way okay with this right now,” She puts a hand on your father’s shoulder as he simply shakes his head, staring at Logan with disdain. “But we’re not going to stop something that clearly seems to work.”

With their blessing, you and Logan are able to be together, without hiding.

A Few Years Later…

It’s been hours since you came back from the doctor, the last of Logan’s conditions. They gave you the green light, told you there were no risks in trying for a baby, that you were in perfect health. It had been hours since you returned and the moment you passed along the doctor’s notes to him, and Logan had you on the bed from that moment.

Your mouth was agape as you gasped and whined, your fingernails dragging along his broad back and shoulders as he continued fucking you slow and hard, making you feel every drag of his thick cock against your overused walls. Your eyes were blurry from the pleasure he was giving you and the tears continuously falling from your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and into your sweaty hair. Logan’s mouth was marking you, leaving hickeys on your breasts and your shoulders, gripping tightly onto your thigh which he had wrapped around his waist while his other arm held his weight over you. “You want a baby?” He asks against your neck and you whimper, nodding as your back arches from another oncoming orgasm. You know you’re pregnant by now, there’s no way his two previous loads haven’t taken, but he’s adamant on making it stick, as if this is the only chance you’ll have to fuck. “Want me to put a baby in your belly?” He asks, hand leaves your thigh and he softly pushes on your lower abdomen, groaning as he feels his cock pumping inside you. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill you to the brim, sweetheart.” He says, kissing you softly as his pace becomes brutal, purposeful and you cry against his mouth while clutching tightly onto him.

“Ah!” You whimper as your orgasm crashes through every nerve in your body. Your legs shake violently as your release gushes around his cock and he growls at the feeling, the all so familiar feeling of making his girl cum. “L-Logan-n!” You cry and he simply praises you for taking his mercilessly thrusts.

“That’s it, baby,” He grunts, sitting up now on his knees and holding firmly onto your hips as he moves you along his cock as if you were some fuck doll. “I’m gonna make sure it takes, sweetheart, gonna make it nice and easy for you.” He says, his body jolting as he feels his load spurt out into you and he quickly presses the head of his cock to your cervix, determined to get his seed as deep inside you as possible and you sob from the feeling of him pulsing against you.

Logan’s panting over you, rubbing your hips in a soothing manner as he watches you breathe heavily underneath him. Your gaze is on him, half-lidded eyes telling him you can’t possibly take anymore, and while any other time he’d make you anyway, he just wants to hold you now. His arms snakes around your waist protectively as he settles behind you and you sigh as you feel his warm chest press to your back. “I love you, Logan.” You whisper, kissing his knuckles softly before intertwining your fingers with his own.

“I love you, mama.” He says, kissing your shoulder and he rubs your belly as he feels you grow heavy in his hold while you drift off to sleep. He holds your hand around which the golden bracelet he gave you is clasped on your wrist and he smiles to himself.

Two Weeks Later…

Logan’s standing in front of the mirror in your shared bedroom, tying his tie as he gets ready for work when you come into the bedroom with a smile. A smile that tells him you know something he doesn’t and he raises an eyebrow curiously at you through the mirror. “Something on your mind, sweetheart?” He asks and you bite your bottom lip, grinning as you nod. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense.” He chuckles, finishing with his tie and turning to look at you.

“I missed my period.” You announce and he stares at you, a small smirk curling the corner of his lips as he looks at your belly.

“Is that right?” He asks, walking over to you and gathering you in his arms, holding you tightly as he kisses your neck and makes you laugh. “Sweetheart, I’ve gotta go now, but I want you to take a test for me, okay?” You nod and he sighs, wishing he could stay with you, wishing he could make certain you were pregnant right now.

When he returns from work, he’s eager to get through the threshold of your home, eager to see you and talk to you about what your next plans will be, and he stops dead in his tracks as he barges into your bedroom and sees you sitting on the bed. You’re wearing a cute little set of lingerie and you’ve got a pregnancy test lying beside you. You smile as you hand him the test when he comes to stand over you and he reads it, peering at the small screen through his reading glasses.

Pregnant, it says in small bold letters and he looks at you, taking his glasses off and setting them and the pregnancy test on the nightstand. “We better make sure you stay that way, huh?” He teases, making you laugh as he climbs over you and peppers your neck with kisses, his beard tickling your skin as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

Nine Months Later…

Logan watches in awe as your little infant sleeps soundly in your arms, his tiny head pressed to your bare skin, drooling, while he makes sure you’re comfortable in bed. “Is that good?” He asks, fluffing your pillow and kissing the top of your head.

“Perfect.” You smile, reaching up and caressing his beard, your thumb moving over his bottom lip before you guide him down to you for a kiss. “Thank you for being so calm during everything.” You say, leaning your forehead against his and he smiles.

“Thank you for bringing our son into the world.” He said, gently laying his large hand over the little boy’s head and caressing his soft scalp, a deep and relieved sigh leaving his chest.

This is what Logan wanted, all those centuries on his own, and he doesn’t plan on letting it go anytime soon now that he’s finally found it.

🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃🥃

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[psbushings]

Beyond the Curve: Elevating Handling with Front Control Arm Bushings

In the realm of automotive performance and handling, even the smallest components can make a significant difference. Front control arm bushings, often overlooked, play a critical role in ensuring smooth steering, precise handling, and overall driving experience. In this comprehensive guide, we delve into the world of front control arm bushings, exploring their importance, benefits, and the impact they have on elevating handling beyond the curve. Additionally, we'll take a closer look at the advantages of polyurethane bushings and the role of steering rack bushings in optimizing vehicle control.

Understanding Front Control Arm Bushings:

Front control arm bushings serve as vital components in the suspension system, connecting the control arms to the chassis of the vehicle. Their primary function is to provide cushioning and flexibility while absorbing road imperfections, vibrations, and shocks. By doing so, they help maintain proper alignment and stability, ensuring that the wheels remain firmly planted on the road surface.

The Importance of Quality Bushings:

Quality front control arm bushings are essential for several reasons. Firstly, they contribute to improved steering response, allowing for more precise control and maneuverability, especially during cornering and lane changes. Secondly, they help reduce noise, vibration, and harshness (NVH), resulting in a smoother and quieter ride for occupants. Moreover, they play a crucial role in minimizing tire wear and preserving suspension geometry, ultimately extending the lifespan of other suspension components.

Advantages of Polyurethane Bushings:

Polyurethane bushings have gained popularity among automotive enthusiasts and performance-oriented drivers due to their superior qualities. Unlike traditional rubber bushings, polyurethane bushings offer increased stiffness and resistance to deformation, translating to enhanced steering feel and feedback. Additionally, they exhibit greater durability and resilience, making them ideal for high-performance applications and demanding driving conditions. Polyurethane bushings also have the advantage of being more resistant to oil, grease, and other automotive fluids, ensuring long-term reliability and performance.

Elevating Handling Performance:

Upgrading to high-quality front control arm bushings can have a transformative effect on handling performance. By replacing worn-out or degraded bushings with polyurethane alternatives, drivers can experience sharper turn-in, reduced body roll, and improved cornering grip. The increased stiffness of polyurethane bushings minimizes flex and deflection, allowing for more precise steering input and better feedback from the road. As a result, drivers can navigate curves and twists with confidence, pushing the limits of their vehicle's capabilities while maintaining control and stability.

The Role of Steering Rack Bushings:

In addition to front control arm bushings, steering rack bushings also play a crucial role in optimizing handling and responsiveness. Steering rack bushings secure the steering rack to the chassis, helping to minimize unwanted movement and play in the steering system. By reducing flex and vibrations, steering rack bushings enhance steering precision and feedback, translating driver inputs more directly into vehicle response. This results in a more connected and engaging driving experience, particularly during spirited driving or performance-oriented maneuvers.

Installation and Maintenance:

Installing front control arm bushings and steering rack bushings requires careful attention to detail and proper technique. While some enthusiasts may choose to tackle the installation themselves, it's essential to have the necessary tools and knowledge to ensure a successful outcome. Alternatively, professional installation by experienced technicians can provide peace of mind and guarantee optimal performance.

Once installed, regular inspection and maintenance of front control arm bushings and steering rack bushings are recommended to ensure continued performance and reliability. This includes checking for signs of wear, such as cracking, tearing, or excessive movement, and replacing bushings as needed. Additionally, applying lubrication to polyurethane bushings can help prevent squeaks and prolong their lifespan.

Conclusion:

Front control arm bushings are integral components of the suspension system, with a significant impact on vehicle handling and performance. By upgrading to high-quality polyurethane bushings and ensuring proper installation and maintenance, drivers can elevate their handling capabilities beyond the curve. Combined with steering rack bushings, these components work in harmony to provide precise steering, improved responsiveness, and enhanced driving enjoyment. Whether navigating tight corners on a winding road or pushing the limits on the track, front control arm bushings play a crucial role in unlocking the full potential of any vehicle's suspension system.

[steves-auto-repair-va]

Drivers typically visit an auto repair shop if they notice a problem, such as leaks, driveability issues, warning lights, or noises.

They will also see a mechanic when it’s time for routine maintenance.

However, your car needs more than just the occasional oil change or a new battery. It also requires flushes, suspension repair, and the replacing of components that wear out from daily use.

If you choose to take care of one or certain parts of your car, you’re only doing a portion of the work. It’s like updating the antivirus on your computer but not performing the Windows updates.

Preventative car maintenance keeps various systems running smoothly and can help travelers avoid unsightly bills.

[nekomanager]

♡— f!reader, rough, deep penetration, creampie

He’s a man always in control of his emotions, but all of it faded when he saw you changing. The flesh of your breasts was spilling out of your bra so delectably that his breathing staggered in tune with the throbbing of his dick. He couldn’t just rein it in anymore.  

Overcame by his need to taste you, he dragged his nose and lips across your shoulder and sucked on your exposed skin. His hands slipped underneath your bra and they felt like fire against your supple tits as he played with your squishy rounds, hands full. Now your pussy felt the insatiable need. Your ass rubbed against his hard-on. Hmmm...Oh, god. You bit your lower-lip. He’s so ready to fuck you hard.  

He knew. He totally knew you’re begging, helplessly needy for him so he smoothed your back, dipping your body down with your hands flat on the mattress and your ass up displayed filthily for him. Tugging your panties down, his cock stiffened even more.  

Fuck! You’re glistening beautifully all for him that he couldn’t help. Your eyes saw stars when he shoved straight into you deep. He rammed inside you relentlessly good no beating around the bush.  

“Can’t! Wait! Anymore!” He grunted with every thrust. And oooh that friction was making your crazy. Your hands balled the sheet of your bed, feeling them tremble as the shivers started crawling under your skin. Between your legs you felt your arousal dripping embarrassingly. His cock kept pumping all the juices out. And you’re weak. Melting. Your arms gave up. Your face flat on the bed. He took hold of your waist and swayed your body wild to meet his pounding.

“You gettin’ there? Are’y gettin’ there?” he huffed, wanting more and more of you. He wanted deeper in you and he knew you wanted it the same too so he knelt one knee on the bed and grabbed you by the elbows. He was getting faster and faster like he was on a race winning in a few laps and he’s holding you like a lever, slamming your body against his in a frenzy. Your mouth just hung open with eyes almost rolling back as you reached your peak, tremors coming in endless waves. “Oh! Ahh!” you cried. The pleasure felt like forever. It might be the longest yet as you quiver in full abandon. And in one swift deep jerk, the tip of his cock hit your womb. His cum painting your insides white while your vision turned blank, eyes closing.  

He held you closely and tenderly, nuzzling on your cheek. Damn. He might be a man in control, but not with you.

kuroo, iwaizumi, ushijima, osamu, reo, rin, kunigami, umemiya, takiishi, hiragi

@pixelcafe-network

[evie-sturns]

Chris Sturniolo Boyfriend Imagines

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very requested part 2 of matt sturniolo boyfriend imagines!!

summary: cute lil imagines!!

contains: NSFW at the bottom, nothing else just cute fluff!

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this man is definitely super clingy once you guys make your relationship official, your going out to the grocery store? he’s right behind you. he basically cannot let you go anywhere alone 😭

it takes a while for him to fully warm up to you because he’s scared of losing you by getting too comfortable, but once he finally 100% trusts you he’s not afraid to burp in your face! 🤠

you guys cook dinner together each night, even if your not feeling well Chris will drag you to the kitchen and then sit you down on the countertop and let you watch him cook, (he always ends up burning something so you are forced to get down to help him)

he hides it when he’s stressed but you can always tell so you go round to his house unannounced and just cuddle him in bed until he talks to you about what’s bothering him, it helps him when he talks about it with you so that’s one of the reasons he loves you. “thank you for listening to my nonsense..” “i feel bad making you sit here and listen to me yap”

when you guys argue he gets a little bit immature so you have to apologise first so he doesn’t get to hurt and upset, he doesn’t want you to be mad at him but he can’t bring himself to face you to apologise after an argument in fear of making it worse.

this man always has his hands on you to let everyone know your his, if you’re out in public he’s holding your hand, holding your waist, playing with your hair, it doesn’t matter where you are he’s superrr touchy.

he loves to pick you up, when you two are just standing around he will come and hold you above his head randomly while your squealing, laughing and flailing your arms and legs “chris i’m too heavy your gonna drop me!” “shut up y/n you basically weigh nothing.”

he HATES arguing with you, when you drive away from his house after an argument this man will lock his door and just cry, he will never tell you but he’s definitely a crier after you leave mad at him.

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the first time you two fuck he goes slowly at first but looses self control and starts pounding into you from behind 😭, then afterwards he gives you tons of words of affirmation and make sure you’re okay - “you took me so good baby” “ i didn’t go too hard yeah?”

he defo doesn’t give you enough time to adjust to his size, he’ll push all the way inside of you relatively slowly but then instantly start thrusting.

this man LOVES hair pulling, like he grabs your hair and pulls it for support and to keep him balanced while he’s hitting from behind, he always apologises after though 😭

he’s a slut for public sex, he will take you behind a bush and fuck you, he doesn’t care where you guys are he just needs to be inside you.

he loves aftercare and making sure your comfortable after fucking, like he’s picking you up and placing you on the countertop in the bathroom while he cleans up the inside of your thighs while telling you how perfect you are, then he doesn’t bother getting you changed he just places you into bed and cuddles you while rubbing your back.

he loves when you get on top, he gets submissive and try’s to hide it, but he’s pretty bad at hiding it 😭. like he will 100% be whimpering and arcing his back off the bed when he’s close while he holds your hips tightly. “f-fuck oh my god y/n i’m so close..”

he is a makeup-sex kind of guy, after you two apologise to each other and there’s still some awkward tension he’ll just take your hand and silently take you into the bedroom.

this man is a sucker for blowjobs, sometimes he’ll purposely act more stressed than he actually his just to get you to suck his dick to “calm him down” 🫢

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that’s all for today!! my requests are open so request whatever you want and i’ll probably write it

hope y’all enjoyed

[duanee30-blog]

How To Diagnose And Replace Bad Control Arms

Worn out bushings and ball joints on control arms can cause undesirable handling conditions. In this article I'll teach you how to find out if your control arms are bad and how to replace them.

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[kosije]

c/w ★ ׂ duke!miguel x fem!afab reader. smut. all smut. miguel tries to exercise restraint. spoiler alert: he fails. sins in silk extra <3

duke!miguel o'hara: who enjoys taking you in the most compromising of places.

he'll fuck you in the garden, behind the tall bushes of flowers taunting you on how loud you're getting.

"oh princess, i don't think it would fool anyone if they heard the flowers calling my name. if you can't bite your tongue, even the k-kingdom next door will hear of this."

"heavens," he groans. "i bet you'd like that, huh? want everyone to know how you have the best fucking cunt, yeah?" he all but moans into the back of your neck. "too bad it's all for me."

he'll excuse himself from the table just to eat you out inside the kitchen storage room, away from your father, his colleagues, and the cooks.

messily making out with your puffy pussy, moaning into your mound when your hand pulls on his hair. "m' baby needs 't don't she?" he slurs like a drunk man. his large hands wrap around, digging into the meat of your thighs only to pull himself in deeper. you're having trouble keeping your voice down, but thankfully the kitchen is a mess of noise and masks your low mewls and his groans completely.

he sneaks back to the table while you to your chambers, but you don't miss his cheeky "oh, im afraid i've already eaten dessert."

his favorite place, however, is the place he took you for the first time. he takes his time in those moments. working you up, till you almost break, then taking you apart only to put you back together over and over again.

slowly licks up your neck, with your legs fold in front of you, he pistons himself in and out of you. your antsy hands drop from your thighs to his back, up to his neck, and down into the sheets, crying out at how deep he fucks you—at how much you can see how he's been needing you. how he's been missing you.

it's in the way he kisses and worships your body, the way he whimpers whenever he's inside you, how he looks at you, even while around so many people at your father's party. how big they got when they saw you, how wrinkled the sides were when he smiled. in the way he holds you after he's fucked you—tight and warm. how he nuzzles into your neck, kissing your shoulder, completely flush to you.

but you're no better. calling out for him whenever you touch yourself, wearing his favorite color every time he comes around, with matching panties. how you wrap your hands over his arms, kissing the meat of them. how you hide little gifts, sonnets you've worked, sweets you've baked, intimates you've worn. and the way when he writes you back, "thanking you," you feel like you could die.

it's easy to secretly write about him. gush to yourself about your scandalous love with "mr. frown," you write for hours. tuck them safely into the hole inside your closet that you made when you were younger. you write all the days you don't see him, and when you do you always have to mention something from them.

"i wish time would stop when we are together, so we can see what forever feels like."

"i need you more and more every time we part. you take a piece of me with you i desperately need back. that spins and leaps inside of you when you see him again.

"if only you'd stay tonight, then my room wouldn't feel so empty."

when you tell him this, with that sparkly look in your eyes, he pauses. looking you over.

"it won't be good for us, princess."

"why is that?"

"i won't—i won't be able to control myself, just not safe for us."

"you don't know that," you all but plead. "you have to at least be curious, of what can happen if we try?"

he understands what you're referring to because those same thoughts bounce around his mind whenever he's alone, missing you. those pestering "what if's," that keep him up, keep him wondering. the ones that eat at his resolve.

so even though it's risky, and is no good for him at all, he sinks back into your bed. kisses the back of your neck, nosing your baby hairs, and whispers a weak, "i can never say no to you"

and for a night, you two don't have to spend it missing something.

[changetyre]

Hope you're doing well, I didn't know your request was open!!

I'm not going to beat around the bush but could you write something like reader tease Oscar P in the shower and he fucks her from behind in front of the mirror??

If you're not comfortable with it, just ignore this request :)

It's so wrong but it feels so right II Oscar Piastri ⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: Oscar tried everything in his power to stay away from his teammate's younger sister despite her constant attempts at getting him to break...key word being tried.

WARNINGS: *18+* Not proofread

A/N: Yay another request and also the first Oscar fic here ;) Enjoy xx

"Yep." Your brother spoke on the phone. He was distracted enough that you knew you could have fun with the guy in front of you.

When Daniel had left the team last year you felt incredibly sad having grown close to the older man who treated you like a younger sister.

When Oscar arrived you saw the way your brother and him didn't truly connect at first like Daniel and him had done but little by little he started opening up.

And you kind of loved the shy and laid-back personality Oscar had so much that it attracted you in a way nothing and no one had ever done before.

The first time you'd tried to make an advance on Oscar he'd completely thought it was you just being overly friendly because you had drunk too much being that it was at a party.

But Oscar truly underestimated you when the following weeks you'd gone far and beyond to get his attention.

It wasn't that Oscar didn't find you attractive, it was the fact that you were his teammate's younger sister. Damn if you had any other last name he sure as hell would've responded to your advances ages ago but he couldn't do this to Lando.

Despite this, you still tried and you weren't going to give up. Oscar flinched, his knee hitting the table as he felt your foot slide from his ankle up to his thigh.

Lando turned to look at him weirdly but Oscar shrugged him off and Lando went back to focus on the call he'd gotten.

Oscar grabbed your heeled foot stopping it just as it approached his crotch. "y/n." He said your name in a warning tone which honestly only spurred you on.

"Ozzie..." you said his name teasingly in the same volume, your bottom lip between your teeth as you leaned forward on the table revealing a little bit more of your cleavage to him.

You saw the way Oscar's breath hitched, his eyes dropping between your breasts as his other hand caressed your leg, letting himself get pulled in by you.

"Okay, I'll be there in 20." Lando hung up snapping Oscar out of his trance.

"What's up?" You innocently asked as if you weren't just trying to get Oscar flustered.

"Something changed with the car settings and we need to go over the race strat again before tomorrow. I have to go." Lando gathered his things. "Oscar, do you mind driving y/n back to the hotel?" Lando asked.

"Uh, sure." Oscar hesitantly replied watching the way your mischievous smile grew.

"Alright, see you later." Lando hugged you not noticing the way you slipped your hotel room key into his back pocket before he went on to say a quick goodbye to Oscar.

Trying to keep control of the situation Oscar quickly asked for the bill after Lando left. He could hear the way you giggled thinking his nervous behavior was hilarious.

"Okay let's go," Oscar said as soon as he'd gotten his receipt.

You got up and quickly linked your arm around Oscar's as he led you both out of the restaurant.

You'd spent the car ride to the hotel making light conversation, Oscar obviously not missing your flirty remarks and the way you tried to bring your hand to Oscar's thigh repeatedly.

In the end, he was only able to stop you by taking your hand in his which you were very much pleased with as you thought he looked sexy driving with one hand while keeping a hold of you with the other.

Finally arriving at the hotel Oscar was more than relieved that this interaction was finally over since he could tell he was starting to lose control, his body felt incredibly hot with how touchy you'd been tonight and he'd constantly just had to remind himself you were his teammate's younger sister.

He led you to the door of your room which was right next to your brothers and consequently a few doors down from Oscar's own room.

"Oh." You faked surprise. "Hmm, I think Lando kept my room key." You commented.

"What?" Oscar panicked. "Are you sure have you checked your pockets?" He had no idea when Lando would get back and he knew he couldn't leave you out here waiting, with his panic he failed to notice the smirk on your lips.

"I don't have pockets Ozzie." you laughed twirling around for him to see your tight-fitting dress which lacked pockets.

Oscar cleared his throat nervously. "Right, uhm." He looked around as if he'd found the solution to his problem floating around somewhere in the hallway.

"Maybe I could just wait in your room?" You innocently suggested but Oscar knew damn well you were anything but innocent.

"Uh yeah." Oscar reluctantly agreed knowing there was truly no other option right now, but he also knew damn well Lando would be getting back to the hotel late...very late.

Walking into his room Oscar tried his best to keep a distance from you. "I'm gonna shower and uhm...you can sit somewhere," he told you as he moved around the room pointlessly trying to look busy.

"Okay, Ozzie." You chirped.

Oscar's head was running wild in the shower. He let the cold water run down his body hoping it would help the situation between his legs that he knew he couldn't walk out of the bathroom with.

But it was useless. Oscar felt like he'd been standing under the cold water for ages and his dick was still as hard as a rock, painful.

"You okay in there Ozzie?" He jumped at hearing your voice. He could see your outline through the frosted glass of the shower.

"What are you doing here?" He asked nervously.

"You were taking a while and my face feels gross so I wanted to wash it out...also my dress was getting uncomfortable." You replied nonchalantly.

The insinuation of this only made Oscar's member ache more. "What-What do you mean?" Oscar shut off the shower.

"Do you have a shirt I can borrow Ozzie?" You moved to the door of the shower.

Oscar's first mistake was turning off the shower, and the second was opening the door to peek outside. He caught sight of your almost naked figure now covered only by a black lace lingerie set that broke Oscar right then and there.

"Fuck you're impossible," Oscar muttered as he lost all self-control rushing out of the shower and immediately wrapping a hand around your throat bringing your face forward and capturing your lips into a sloppy, desperate, and rushed kiss.

"F*ck me Ozzie." You moaned at feeling his large dick slap against the inside of your thigh.

"Is that what you want...Is this what you've been waiting for you little slut." He whispered into your ear as his hand moved down to the lace between your legs running a finger across and noticing how wet you were.

"Yeah...yes Ozzie." Your breath shuttered feeling your body overwhelmed in pleasure at finally having Oscar the way you've wanted him for so long.

"Well, good job...you finally did it." Oscar stuck a finger in you without previous warning making you yelp in pleasure as he began thrusting it in and out of you.

He did this in an attempt to prepare you for him but after feeling the way you dripped down on his fingers he knew you were more than ready.

"Turn around." He turned you around manhandling you and lifted your legs up onto the bathroom counter so you were squatting on your knees, your ass just hanging off the edge wide open for him.

You could see Oscar in the mirror in front of you as he slapped your hole with his dick sliding it up and down your slit a few times to tease you.

"How the tables have turned." Oscar laughed as he felt you rub back against him trying to get him to slide into you.

"Please Ozzie, Please." You cried begging for him to do something already.

"what do you want hmm?" He teased as he pushed the tip in slightly before taking it back out.

"Please just put it in me already, I beg you." You whined to Oscar meeting his gaze through the mirror. "Just this once please." You were so desperate and Oscar loved to have regained control now.

He laughed but he was also desperate to get inside you so without further teasing he thrusted his full length into you. He felt your body trying to jump up at the sudden stretch but he held your hips down so you were unable to move as he began slowly thrusting in and out of you.

"Just this once." Oscar scoffed. "You're insane if you think this is the last time baby," Oscar spoke confidently as he kept slamming into you.

"Ah...fuck...so good." You cried, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you could feel that knot tightening in your stomach.

Oscar undid your bra with one of his hands while his other kept a tight hold of your waist making sure his pace was maintained. He almost came at the sight in the mirror.

Your nipples were pierced.

"Fuck you are a little slut aren't you," Oscar commented as he began playing with the metal on your buds.

This only increased the satisfaction in you. "Ah fuck Ozzie don't stop." You cried.

"Look at me." Oscar panted. "Look at me when you cum." He demanded grabbing your face to look into the mirror.

"Sh*t I'm close." You moaned as you felt your legs start to tremble.

Oscar sped up his pace wanting to join you in your release. "Cum, cum with me."

"Ah cum inside me, please." You cried and that was enough for Oscar to let go. He felt you squeeze around him as he began pumping you full your legs shivering as your orgasm washed over you.

Oscar stayed inside you as you both caught your breaths, you leaned back into Oscar's chest as he caressed your skin gently.

"Fuck that was-" Oscar was about to speak when you were both interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"Oscar you in there?" You could hear your brother's voice.

You saw the way the color drained from Oscar's face.

"You better come up with something fast Ozzie, wouldn't want him finding out you just spilled inside his sister would you." You giggled.