#vibration control system

[vibrotech]

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[notbecauseofvictories]

Watching this again, it becomes incredibly clear in s3 that Nate is teaching Parker how to run her own crew. He fully anticipates that she will be his legacy, and more than anyone else---more than Sophie or Hardison, more than Eliot (though I would argue that Eliot never even slightly wanted it)---he is teaching her how to take over, think like he thinks and plan like he plans. He fumbles some of the emotional stuff, never actually tells her explicitly...but by the time you reach s3 he's clearly all-in. He's decided. Parker is going to be Nate 2.0, with different more exciting bugs than the 1.0 version.

[healthcaremmr]

Vibration Control System Market is expected to grow at a CAGR of 6.52% during the forecast period. Global Vibration Control System Market is expected to reach USD 9.11 Bn. by 2030.

[harbours-lighthouse]

YOU GIVE JASON TODD A SCARE

(inspired by this post).

— PAIRING: Jason Todd x F!Reader

— SUMMARY: You're running behind schedule, which means Jason's pushing through the traffic and rain to get to you.

cw: none wc: 1.2K

YOU SHOULD HAVE been home three hours ago.

Jason’s hands tighten around the handlebars of his motorcycle. The leather fabric of his gloves crease, slick with rain and pinching around his fingers. It’s not often that you hang back for so long afterhours, though Jason is well aware that you offer your help without second thought, often forgetting about everything else in favour of assisting where you can.

But it’s been three hours since your usual closing time, and you haven’t sent him a text yet. You always send him a text.

Clenching his jaw, Jason wipes his arm across his face harshly, brushing away the rain that lingers on his lashes. It’s not the vibrations of the engine beneath him that’s sending his thighs subtly shaking—no, it’s the adrenaline slowly inching into his system, the panic he can feel twisting inside his chest.

What if you’re alone in the pouring rain? Soaked to the bone?

The traffic light blinks green, and Jason squints through the sheets of rain while kicking back the stand. The line of cars jolt forward, brake lights dimming as tires roll across rain-soaked asphalt.

Exhaling sharply, Jason’s eyes constantly search around him, feeling as if he’s some sort of cop looking for the slightest infraction. None of Gotham’s cops do that here, but it’s what he’s seen in the few movies you’ve made him watch.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Jason murmurs beneath his breath, body leant forward as rain pricks against his skin, tapping violently against his leather jacket.

“Where? Tell me where…”

The traffic lights ahead glow a bright red, blurred by the onslaught of water, and Jason holds down several curses and a groan. He can feel the dread in his stomach, wrapping around his intestines as he slowly comes to a stop behind a white KIA.

He needs to reach your workplace—he has to see if you’re still there, and that, maybe, your phone is just dead. It must be, because he tried to track down the location of your mobile, but nothing had come up. No blinking blue dot on his screen revealed your location to him, and nothing on Earth would get him to ask Oracle to step in. He has this under control. He’s not going to panic. Not yet.

As cars rumble around him and the bike’s engine rattles beneath him, Jason silently berates himself for not having some sort of conversation about things like this with you. He should have given you instructions on what to do if your phone dies, or if you can’t get home for some reason—he could have prevented all of this if he had just given you the right steps to take. And what if you’re in more danger than he thinks? Wouldn’t it be his fault if you weren’t prepared at all or trained to some small degree in order to defend yourself? If anything bad has happened to you, that would fall on him. Without a doubt.

A horn blares behind Jason, echoing painfully in his ears. The lights have flashed green, the neon colour reflecting off the cars as they lumber forward again. He would have sent the guy a rude gesture over his shoulder, but you’re running through his head—bright eyes made gentle when they lock with his, and your words quiet and low like always. He’s sure that you speak quietly for him personally, like it’s your mission in life to never speak abruptly around him, and he’s never been able to explain to you why that matters to him.

But you’ve never needed him to explain anything. You’re too intuitive for your own good. Too understanding. Too good.

“Jason!”

His heart stops. Beats once. Skips a beat. Beats erratically again. That couldn’t have been…was that…you?

Swivelling his head around frantically, Jason pays no mind to the driver behind him angrily blaring his horn, the sound filling up the street. He knows he just heard you, however faint it was over the rain.

“(Name)! Baby!” Jason calls out, voice thick with worry.

“Jason!”

Yes, that’s you—that’s you.

And you’re flailing your arms above your head, jumping up and down on the side of the curb.With his pulse drumming inside his ears, Jason barely gives it a second thought as he floors it, weaving through the moving cars and crossing lanes to reach you.

People surrounding you glance at him wearily as the engine roars, but you don’t pay them any mind as Jason screeches to a halt directly in front of you.

You barely blink and Jason’s kicking the stand and hopping off his bike. For a moment, you think he’s angry as he strides up to you, with his brows pinched together and his jaw clenched.

Your mouth opens pitifully as you prepare to stumble out your rehearsed apology, but your words die on your tongue as strong hands wrap around your biceps, and Jason grapples you to him. A huff of air escapes you as you’re shoved against his chest, but the shock instantly melts away, and you grab fistfuls of his jacket in your hands.

“I’m so sorry,” you say into his shoulder. Guilt gnaws at your stomach, and you let him tighten his grip around you, even if it feels like your ribcage might snap.

“My phone died.” Your voice shakes, and you squeeze your eyes shut as rain taps against your scalp. “And Meggie wanted me to help her with something after closing, and then her ride ditched her so we were trying to figure out an uber for her cause the taxis are terrible and—”

“Stop talking.”

You inhale sharply. “Okay.”

The silence feels tense, and the rain pricks into your skin like needles, sharp and relentless. But it’s nothing compared to the turmoil you feel on the inside, the guilt that’s threatening to send you into tears—but you can’t cry. No, this isn’t about how you feel, this is about Jason.

“Sweetheart,” Jason murmurs against your scalp, and you catch the tremor in his voice.

“Yeah?”

“I—baby, don’t do that again.” Jason pulls away, and he brings his large hands to cradle your face. You’re reminiscent of a wet alley cat, your hair sticking to your skin and your coat hanging from your frame, heavy with water. But he’s never seen you look as remorseful as you do right now. Any anger or frustration lingering in the back of his mind vanishes within an instant, as if it weren’t even there to begin with.

Purple and pink light from the overhead billboards reflect off your face, haloing your hair. You look beautiful, but more importantly, you’re okay. You’re safe, and he’s holding you in his arms. Despite the rain, despite the chill that clings to the air, your skin is still warm with life.

And that’s more than enough for Jason.

Shaking his head, he brings a hand to gently push against the back of your head and press you closer to him again. He presses a firm kiss to your temple, as if to hammer into your skin the relief surging through him.

Bystanders glance your way, eyeing what simply looks like two people embracing each other with an overwhelming amount of emotion. Feeling the panic in his chest slowly start to ebb away, Jason lets his lips fall to your cheek where he presses featherlight kisses.

You hum softly, fingers tightening around the creases in his jacket.

“I love you, Jay,” you say quietly, because you know he needs to hear it.

Jason’s heart rampages against his ribcage.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

Thank you for reading, God bless <3

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[globalinsightsservices]

Vibration Control Systems Market Future Trends and Scope Analysis Forecast 2024-2033

Market Definition

A vibration control system is a system designed to reduce or eliminate the transmission of vibration from a source to a structure. The most common type of vibration control system is a isolation system, which isolates the source of vibration from the structure. Isolation systems can be passive or active. Passive isolation systems use materials that have a high natural frequency and a low damping coefficient to absorb vibration. Active isolation systems use sensors to detect vibration and then use active devices, such as electromagnets, to cancel out the vibration.

Market Outlook

The key trends in vibration control systems technology are miniaturization, system integration, and the use of smart materials.

Miniaturization: The trend towards miniaturization is driven by the need for ever smaller and more portable devices. This has led to the development of miniaturized vibration control systems that can be used in a variety of applications, such as mobile phones and wearable devices.

System integration: The trend towards system integration is driven by the need for ever more complex systems. This has led to the development of integrated vibration control systems that can be used in a variety of applications, such as aircraft and automotive systems.

Smart materials: The trend towards the use of smart materials is driven by the need for ever more efficient and effective vibration control systems. This has led to the development of smart materials that can be used in a variety of applications, such as buildings and bridges.

There are several key drivers of the vibration control systems market.

Firstly, the increasing awareness of the need for vibration control in various industries is fuelling the demand for these systems.

Secondly, the stringent regulations regarding vibration control in various industries is another key driver of this market.

Thirdly, the increasing adoption of smart technologies in vibration control systems is another key driver of this market.

Fourthly, the increasing construction activities around the world is another key driver of this market.

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The Vibration Control Systems Market is segmented by system type, application, and region. By system type, the market is divided into motion control and vibration control. Based on application, it is bifurcated into automotive, aerospace & defense, manufacturing, electrical & electronics, healthcare, and others. Region-wise, the market is divided into North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, and the Rest of the World.

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The Vibration Control Systems Market includes players such as ContiTech AG, Lord Corporation, Resistoflex, HUTCHINSON, Fabreeka, Sentek Dynamics Inc., VICODA GmbH, Isolation Technology Inc., Trelleborg AB, and Kinetics Noise Control, Inc.

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[easyflexnoida]

Spring vibration isolators - Easyflex

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[springtyme]

Simon Riley x afab!reader || Masterlist || Ghost playlist

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖! ♡ 𝟏𝟖+ ♡ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

You are being pushed deeper into the soft mattress with each of Simon’s frantic thrusts. The squeaking of the bed echoes through the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, a frantic symphony of urgency and desire.

It is hot and raw, if not downright primal.

The angle at which he’s drilling into you is just right, each powerful thrust connecting perfectly with that sensitive spot inside you that always makes your eyes well up with tears of pleasure and drawing the softest whines of pleasure from your lips.

You are dripping wet, and the adrenaline that is pounding through your body is making everything feel a thousand times more intense.

He is so big, his immense girth stretching you in ways that make your breath hitch. Your hands grasp at the sheets, fingers tangling in the fabric as you fight to find purchase, to ground yourself amidst the waves of sensation crashing over you. The heat radiating between you both intensifies, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. You can feel the pleasure coiling within you, tightening like a spring, each movement driving it deeper.

Simon’s breath is ragged, his focus entirely on you, and the intensity in his gaze only heightens your need, his brown eyes piercing through the haze of pleasure. You arch your back, inviting him to delve deeper, urging him on with soft cries that slip through your lips effortlessly. You’re so close to the edge, and every instinct within you craves release. Simon responds to your signals, quickening his pace, the sound of the bed creaking in time with the rhythm of your bodies becoming a cadence of shared ecstasy.

The way he holds you down, powerful and possessive, sends electric jolts through your system. Your breaths come faster now, mingling with the heat of his body pressing down on you as he digs deeper into you, splitting you open for him. The air in the room feels charged, pulsating with the energy of the moment and the urgency of your intertwined desires.

With every thrust, the pleasure builds, winding tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. You can feel the exquisite tension pooling low in your belly, ready to surge forward like a dam breaking. Each thrust hits your sensitive g-spot, eliciting sharper gasps from you, each note a testament to how good he makes you feel, how he knows exactly how to push you to the brink.

If he can’t give you his love, he can give you this. You will always be greedy when it comes to him. You will always long for more from him, but you know he won’t give it. So you will take what you can get, drawing every ounce of pleasure from this moment, every fleeting second he’s willing to share. As he drives into you with unrelenting vigour, the world outside fades away, leaving nothing but the two of you, lost in this intimate moment of passion.

As he leans down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, you feel the last tether of control slip away. You know that he is only kissing you because he’s caught up in the intensity of the moment, but you let yourself drown in it, allowing the sensation of his tongue against yours to fuel the undeniable heat pooling within you. It’s reckless and intoxicating, igniting every nerve ending as you respond hungrily to him, your bodies moving in perfect sync.

With a cry muffled by his mouth, you arch your back, feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you, pulling him with you into bliss. Your cunt is clamping down around him, your body quaking as you ride the crest of the exquisite tide crashing through you. Every ounce of tension that has built up explodes outward, sending ripples of sensation across your skin, igniting every nerve ending in a glorious conflagration of pleasure. Simon groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating through you, intensifying the pleasure that grips your body. You can feel the pulsing rhythm of him as you milk every last drop of his release.

As the aftershocks of your climax begin to settle, you feel his movements slow, yet he doesn’t pull away completely. He remains buried deep inside you, as if he’s savouring the warmth of the moment, absorbing the intimacy that envelops you both. His breathing is heavy, an erratic mirror of your own, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, wrapping you in his strong arms, like he is anchoring himself to the moment and to you. A short, silent refuge. A place where time stands still and the world outside fades away.

You will lay here for a while, you always do, but you won’t be saying anything. A part of you is happy that you don’t. It would be too much for you, you think. It would feel too real, and it would hurt all the more in the end. The rhythm of his heartbeat against your bare skin vibrates through you as you fight the sleep that is slowly but steady creeping up on you, because you know that when you wake again he will be gone. He always is.

But you will let the sleep come, if only to savour one last heartbeat before waking to a world that feels a little emptier without him.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Asshole King: Jack Abbott x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @gabsgabsvaz @yousigned-upforthis @flyinglama @cosmic-psychickitty

Companion piece to:

Masochist

Seven Shades of Fucked Up (NSFW)

Meeting you was the best thing that could ever happen to Jack, he fully acknowledges that as he watches you potter about the kitchen in a Stevie Nicks t-shirt that barely covers your ass and black panties. You have Rhiannon playing on the vinyl player in the living room, the sound from the LP serenading the two of you as he sits at the kitchen table sipping decaf tea.

Before you everything was a vacuum, a slow empty death. There was no joy in his life, no heart, just the relentlessness of living in a world that lacked saturation and colour. Now he wakes up to this every day, a wife that sprinkles kisses on his face before she puts on a Fleetwood Mac record and dances around the kitchen as she makes her to do list.

The thing he loves the most about you is the fact you don’t let anything dim that light. You see the worst of humanity in your work as a psychiatrist. The broken, the damaged and sometimes the irredeemable and you handle it with a sense of grace and calm that’s truly remarkable, even if your methods aren’t exactly conventional.

He’s talking about the singing, the way you get your patients to calm down when they’re in a heightened state by using music therapy.

One of the first things people experiencing anxiety are advised to do is to breathe slowly however telling someone that usually has the opposite effect because they hone in on the fact they’re not getting enough oxygen.

That’s where singing comes in.

It’s a form of regular, controlled breathing that stimulates the parasympathetic nervous system. Focusing on the lyrics distracts patients from catastrophising, lowering their blood pressure and improving pain management.

 The first time he heard about it from Dana, he called bullshit but then he’d seen you in action in The Pitt when a vet presenting with complex PTSD was brought in, panic stricken and injured. They couldn’t calm him down and were discussing sticking him when you’d snapped on your gloves and instead of verbally manhandling him you’d taken your phone out and asked him his music preferences.

Country, he’d told you his entire body vibrating with terror.

It had taken three songs to calm him down, Jack had literally watched the tension melt from his body as you sing along with the lyrics, pretending to check vitals while encouraging him to do the same. By the time you got through Kenny Chesney’s American Kids a med student was already in the process of stitching up the 6 inch gash in his leg from the cycling accident that brought him to The Pitt in the first place.

“He spend two months in a military infirmary in Basrah.” You tell Jack in the aftermath as you fill out the discharge paperwork. “Being here took him there, which was why he was reacting so badly.”

Jack gets it, he’d worked in a dozen of those places over his years in the military and they’re not for the faint of heart.

“You are not a real person.” He’d responded, shaking his head. “You’re a fucking Disney Princess thrust into the middle of a hellhole.”

“And you’re the asshole king of said hellhole.” You’d reminded him gesturing at the chaos around you. “You know where to find me if anyone else gets too rowdy.”

He does find you, unintentionally at the end of his shift waiting for an Uber because your car’s in the shop for the third time in three months.

“Come on Cinderella.” He’d sighed because at this time of day surge charges will be through the roof. “I’ll give you a ride.”

He doesn’t make it home that until a couple of hours before his next shift because the two of you get talking about your record collection in the car. You have a rare Bob Dylan bootleg your father gave to you before he passed away and Jack, he’s been in love with that man’s music since he saw him play Nashville in the 90s. He spends the morning in your armchair, listening to the bootleg with headphones that remind him of the ones you used to get in the listening booths of those vintage record shops before they all closed down.

He jerks awake up in the early hours of the afternoon to find a blanket tucked around him and the headphones resting on the cabinet where the vinyl player resides. His gaze comes to linger on you, asleep on the couch, the book you were reading resting underneath your palm. He raises to his feet, draping the blanket over you and you mumble into the cushion, settling deeper.

“It’s alright Sleeping Beauty, it’s just me, the asshole king.” He murmurs as he picks up the book and sets it on the coffee table. “I’m gonna let myself out, let you get some rest.”

You don’t respond and he doesn’t expect you to. He’s an insomniac at heart, he hasn’t slept a full eight hours since his first tour abroad and you’re normal, so wonderfully fucking normal it hurts his heart.

It’s when he steps outside into the sun that he realises somethings changed. The world seems a little brighter and he knows that that’s because of you, you and that bootleg copy of Bob Dylan.

When you start your shift that evening you find a gift at your work station up in Psych. A glossy black bag from one of the last vinyl places in Pittsburgh. You smile as you remove the sleeve from the packaging.  

It’s a Fleetwood Mac album, one you’ve been trying to track down for a couple of years. There’s a yellow post it stuck to front, written in an unfamiliar hand.

Noticed this was missing from your collection.

- The Asshole King

That vinyl, it’s the start of something wonderful, something he never saw coming.

“You wanna do laundry or groceries?” You ask him drawing Jack back to the present as you bend over the counter, filling out your to do list. He shifts in his seat at the kitchen table, his toast forgotten as his gaze fixates on the way your ass looks in those black cotton panties.

You’ve been married three years now and he still can’t believe that this is his life.

Fleetwood Mac, he thinks as the record switches to Say That You Love Me, I owe you the fucking world.

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[velaenam]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠..𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (sneak peak)

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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 – non!mc/mc. caleb crashed into lake michigan! in chicago! in front of you! how are you supposed to handle an intergalactic space colonel with abs, manners, and absolutely no clue what walmart is? 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 / 𝐭𝐰 –  reverse isekai (caleb comes to earth),romance,fluff,comedy, angst, nsfw topics/language, tba 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 – kinda proofread. i hope ur well, i hope you take this SNEAK PEAK as a token... plz leave me dms and comments and lmk if this is something you're interested in! i will be uploading this in my ao3. — reblogs comments & likes are appreciated. lmk if u want to be tagged.

the humming of the farspace fleets deep tunnel grew louder inside his helmet. it was a low, almost soothing vibration that caleb had grown far too familiar with. another day, another shoddy mission. 

“tunnel stability at 98 percent” his earpiece whispers a calm and steady hum in his ear. 

calebs gloved fingers hovered above the holographic controls, eyes narrowed, every movement precise. the swirling lights of the tunnel outside the viewport pulsed in soft gradients of blue and violet like a spiraling galaxy. 

red.

a sudden spike flash across the console.

“warning: tunnel destabilization detected. energy surge inbound.”

calebs brow’s furrow, darting around commands into the console ai. as he does the tunnel outside began to shudder, colors fracturing into unnatural streaks. 

white lights crept into the edges of his visions like porcelain cracks. caleb’s breathing slowed, focused, “initiate emergency shu-”

a deafening pulse of energy surged through the cockpit, shaking the entire vessel. the white light consumed him. his system cracking into static. 

his lips find their way to his apple necklace.

silence.

it was supposed to be a normal afternoon. 

you’d brought your favorite lemonade, found your usual quiet spot by the lake, and pulled out your phone, ready to scroll through tiktok until your brain officially clocked out. the sun was warm, the breeze was gentle, this was nice. this was good. 

peaceful. chill.

honestly? you were thriving.

that is.. till something weird happened.

at first, it was just a strange hum. low but barely noticeable. you glanced around. Nobody seemed to notice. not that there were many people around. you were in a more secluded area of the lake.

the water in front of you rippled. your eyes snap towards the water observing it, already standing up to run.

and then- he appeared.

he just… emerged. like ariel on that rock. or whatever. oh, oh, like moto moto!

one second: empty lake. The next: a sexy man standing waist deep in the water as if reality had just uploaded him directly into lake michigan. 

you froze, blinking, your brain fully short circuiting.

the man was tall. broad. dressed in a military uniform that looked a bit too good on him, his eyes purple like amethyst.. soaked brown hair. his breathing was steady and controlled. he slowly lifted his head, scanning the area like a soldier assessing in a battlefield. and then his eyes landed on you.

you held your lemonade like it was a crucifix. the man tilted his head slightly, as if confused and curious. 

you did the only logical thing any person would do when confronted by a strange man materializing out of thin fucking air in broad daylight.

you whispered, “what the fuck?!”

(commercial break)

he took a slow step toward the shore, water streaming down the armored plates of his suit. you couldn’t move. your feet felt like they fused with the ground. 

you blink. this was not normal. this was odd and weird. you had eyeshot of the lake in front of you and you didn’t see a man walk within your peripherals in the past 15 minutes.

as you think, you fail to notice that he stood a few feet from you. his eyes scanned everything. the skyline. the parked cars. passing birds, you. his gaze was sharp and analytical, but you couldn’t help but catch the flicker of unease. 

for a moment neither of you spoke. then his voice, calm and low, “this isn’t… skyhaven..” 

you stared, “.... i don’t know what that is…” 

he inhaled a deep sigh, his jaw clenching slightly. his  eyes darted up to the sky, scanning. then around again. His hand reached up, unfastening something at his neck. he pulls off the jacket bearing unfamiliar insignia.  

he followed by tugging off his cap, running a hand through his damp hair. without the uniform he almost looked like any other ridiculously good looking chicago tourist who happened to have just crawled out of the lake in his dress blues?

 almost.

his eyes settled back on you. “you’re local,” he stated. not a question.

“y-yeah,” you said, still clutching your drink like a nervous squirrel, “uh. chicago.”

another pause. you watched as he took a small, subtle breath, adjusting his posture, as though trying to blend in. his military ‘tude slipped into something softer, calculated, but oddly polite.

“i need to speak with you. somewhere less exposed.”

you hesitated, your brain running full speed through every true crime documentary you’d ever watched. but there was something about him that didn’t scream danger. he seemed… lost. out of place.

and possibly extremely confused.

…..BUT MAYBE THIS IS WHAT HE WOULD WANT YOU TO THINK

"...you don’t have any weapons on you, do you?"

his brow twitched slightly, almost like a tiny flash of amusement. “no. not at the moment.”

"...okay." against every ounce of common sense, you sighed. “come on. my car’s over there.” oh, what would your parents think?

he followed without hesitation, keeping pace exactly one step behind you. polite, controlled, but clearly still assessing everything like this entire planet was a potential threat.

you unlocked your car, climbed into the driver’s seat, and tried very hard not to hyperventilate as he sat himself into the passenger side, closing the door.

a beat of silence filled the cabin.

you finally turned to him and blurted out, “okay. who — or what — are you?”

the silence hung for a long, awkward beat.

you stared at him, your brain still trying to process any of this, as your fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard your knuckles went pale. he sat there like this was a perfectly normal tuesday.

finally, he spoke.

“my name is caleb xia. colonel. farspace fleet .this is not my world.”

you blinked.your mouth opened slightly, but all that came out was a soft, strangled noise. “...what.”

“i was traveling through a deep tunnel corridor,” he continued, his voice low, calm, like he was giving a report. “there was a malfunction. anomalous coordinates. i lost control of the vessel’s trajectory and…” his eyes scanned the unfamiliar cityscape out your windshield again. “i arrived here.”

you stared at him.

and then you laughed..

“i’m sorry — what?” you sputtered. “you expect me to believe you're from... space? Like, intergalactic, star wars? not, like, russia or something?”

his brow twitched ever so slightly at your comparison. “star wars..? no. no.”

“oh my god, you’re serious.” you clapped a hand over your mouth. “okay. so you’re from skyhaven? which isn’t on google maps, by the way. a colonel?”

“correct.”

you gave him your absolute most deadpan, wide-eyed stare. “are you having a psychotic break?”

if caleb was offended, he didn’t show it. In fact, you thought you saw something flicker across his expression — patience. like he’d expected this. like he’d already calculated your reaction before you even had it.

without a word, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket.

you immediately stiffened. “hey, whoa—”

“i’m not armed,” he assured smoothly, pulling out a small, sleek object — no bigger than a deck of cards. the surface shimmered with a faint blue light, metallic but almost liquid in how it reflected. there were no buttons. no seams. the edges curved unnaturally smooth. it definitely didn’t look like anything sold at best buy.

he tapped it once, and the surface came alive . a floating projection emerged, rotating gently in midair like a miniature hologram. complex glyphs and symbols you couldn’t even begin to read spun around a glowing image of what looked like... a planet? a star system?

“this is a navigational core module,” he said quietly. “it tracks dimensional coordinates for deep tunnel travel.” his eyes lifted to meet yours. soft but firm. “your world isn’t on any of our charts.”

your jaw dropped open.

you looked at the hologram. then at him. then back at the floating image, which was still calmly rotating in front of your very real, very human face.

your brain screamed: THAT’S NOT AN IPAD.

“holy shit,” you whispered.

you kept staring at the floating projection like your brain was buffering. if this was a prank, it was a really good one. but nothing about him screamed prank. everything screamed calm, extremely dangerous man who accidentally landed in chicago from a freaking alternate universe, and #needthat.

your voice came out small. “...is that real?”

caleb calmly deactivated the device with a brush of his fingertips — it folded back into itself like liquid metal and slipped neatly into his jacket again.

“i anticipated you’d require additional verification.”

he pulled something else out of his suit. a sleek, block. his phone.

he tapped the screen. the interface lit up in a design you couldn’t even recognize — elegant, minimalistic, even though it was a normal looking phone.

he handed it to you.

you hesitated but took it carefully, half expecting it to electrocute you. the screen pulsed slightly as if reading your touch, but otherwise, it let you scroll. there were apps you didn’t recognize.  

no google. no instagram. no facebook. no tiktok.

your eyebrows furrowed as you flicked through what appeared to be his photo library.

and that’s when you saw it.

a picture of him standing beside a girl — smiling, standing on what looked like a floating platform overlooking a glowing futuristic skyline. the city was breathtaking: glittering towers spiraled into the clouds, neon highways coiled between buildings, flying vehicles zipping silently through the air.

you blinked at the girl beside him. she was pretty, soft-featured, and looked very familiar.

“...is this your girlfriend?” you asked, feeling a weird stab in your chest for absolutely no reason.

caleb glanced at the photo. his expression softened for the first time. “its… complicated.” “oh.” You blinked again, glancing down at the skyline. “is this skyhaven?”

he nodded.  your jaw dropped as you scrolled through more photos — linkon’s towering buildings, vast technological hubs, alien landscapes, even images of creatures you didn’t recognize , all shimmering under unfamiliar constellations.

“this looks like a star wars movie,” you whispered. “only it’s… real.”

star …wars? “it is,” caleb said softly, watching you with quiet amusement as your eyes grew wide with every swipe. “everything you know here would be considered… primitive. in comparison.”

you gave him a scandalized look. “wow. thanks. way to make a girl feel special.”

for the briefest second, you thought you saw something that almost resembled a small smirk twitch at the corner of his lips.

.

you sat there for a few seconds, staring at his face — at the phone still in your hands, at his perfectly calm expression, at the absurdity of what your life had just become in the span of fifteen minutes.

“okay….” you finally breathed. “you… you’re real. you’re actually real.”

“i told you i was.” His tone was matter-of-fact.

you stared at him again. “you literally just glitched into my lake.” he blinked. “yes.”

you groaned softly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “okay. you can’t just… sit in my car forever. we can’t sit here. i guess….you can come back to my place while we figure this out.”

he didn’t even hesitate. “hmm.. acceptable.”

you started the car and pulled onto the road, mentally drafting a list of increasingly bad decisions you were making today. bringing a strange man to your apartment? who may or may not be from another dimension? yeah. real smart. 

it wasn’t until you pulled into your parking spot and glanced at him again that your brain hit another very important wall.

oh no.

you had no men's clothing.

you stared at his still-damp suit. he looked like a psyop..!! there was no way you could let him just walk around like that. it screamed cia experiment or cosplay gone way too far.

“okay so…” you said, teeth gritted. “tinyyy problem. you can’t wear that.”

caleb looked down at himself, mildly analyzing the gear. “why not?”

“you’re gonna draw attention. and by attention,i mean you��ll be trending on twitter within thirty minutes. we need to get you into something… normal.”

he nodded, calmly accepting the foreign terms. “then where do we acquire appropriate attire?”

you sighed. “walmart.”his brow quirked slightly. “....is that a supplier?” …..well… “sure.” you waved your hand mumbling under your breath, “let’s go with that….”

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[buldakcorn]

Body Rhythm

LOONA/LOOSSEMBLE Yeojin x Male Reader

Genre : Blowjob, Anal-fingering, Minor size kink, Standing doggy, Carry-fucking, Mirror sex, Degradation

4721 words

You accompanied Yeojin to a dance studio she rented, the faint smell of freshly waxed floors filled the air. The walls were adorned with mirrors, creating an illusion of infinite space, and the rhythmic thump of bass echoed from the sound system.

Yeojin led the way to the center of the room, her hips swaying gently to the music that played softly in the background. She pointed to a chair that had been strategically placed under a single spotlight.

"Could you sit here, oppa?" she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves.

"I want to show you something I've been practicing." You nodded, setting down the camera and lighting equipment you had brought to help her record her dance routine.

She looked at you with a mischievous smile, then turned to the stereo and cranked up the volume. The seductive beat of a slow jam filled the room as she took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with determination.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach as she began to move closer, her body gliding to the music with a confidence that was both surprising and alluring. The dance she had learned was indeed a lap dance, and the intimate setting made your heart race as she prepared to perform it for you.

As the music grew heavier, Yeojin began to circle you with a feline grace, her movements fluid and deliberate.

With a playful smirk, she straddled your lap, the warmth of her body sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. Her hands gripped your neck firmly yet gently, her fingers playing with your hair as she leaned in closer. You could feel the heat from her breath mingling with yours as she started to grind her hips against yours in time with the beat, the friction of her shorts against your growing arousal making it difficult to maintain eye contact.

The smile that played on her lips widened as she noticed your nervousness, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes. The atmosphere grew thick with desire, the dance studio seemingly shrinking around you as she took control of the space, leaving you captivated by her seductive performance.

Her movements grew bolder, her hands sliding down to your shoulders and then back up, tracing the line of your arms as she leaned back, giving you a tantalizing view of her midriff. Yeojin's hips rolled in a mesmerizing rhythm, each rotation bringing her closer to you before retreating again, leaving you longing for more. Her legs, wrapped tightly around your waist, began to tremble slightly as the intensity of her dance built. Her breathing grew heavier, matching the tempo of the music that enveloped the two of you in a sensual embrace.

Finally, with a dramatic pause, she pulled away, standing up and striking a pose that highlighted every curve of her body. The music faded out, leaving only the sound of your own breathing and the rapid thump of your heart. She looked down at you, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the effect she had on you.

"How was it, oppa?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Do you think I've got the moves?" The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation as she awaited your response, her body still vibrating with the energy of her performance.

You swallowed hard, trying to find the right words amidst the whirlwind of emotions her dance had stirred within you. "It was... it was amazing, Yeojin," you finally managed to croak out, your voice thick with desire.

"You've definitely got the moves," you added, your eyes lingering on the sultry look she wore so naturally. Her smile grew even wider, a hint of triumph in her eyes as she stepped away from the chair, giving you a moment to compose yourself.

"How about my body, oppa? I've been working hard at the gym."

Yeojin stepped closer to you, her hands tracing the outline of your jaw before tilting your head back. "I want to hear it," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that sent your pulse racing. "Tell me what you think of my body."

You couldn't resist the urge to reach out and touch her, your hands sliding over her hips as you met her gaze. "Your body," you said, your voice low and filled with admiration, "it's... it's incredible."

Her short booty shorts and risen white t-shirt accentuated her slender yet curvy and small frame, revealing the toned muscles and supple flesh she had worked so hard to achieve.

The way her shirt clung to her, exposing her midriff, was nothing short of tantalizing, making you want to trace the line of her waist with your fingertips. Yeojin's legs, long and lean from hours of dance practice, extended from the shorts, leading up to her firm, round bottom that had been the star of her seductive routine.

The way the fabric of her shorts hugged her curves left very little to the imagination, and the sight of her glistening with the light sheen of sweat from her exertion only made your desire for her grow stronger. You couldn't help but let out a soft groan as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear.

"You like?" she whispered, a playful edge to her voice.

"Can you read out what's written on my t-shirt, oppa?"

With a mischievous twirl, Yeojin pulled down just a little the hem of her shirt, revealing the cheeky message scrawled across her shirt in bold, black letters: 'I ❤️ to make boys cry'. She giggled at your reaction, the sound as intoxicating as the scent of her sweet perfume that filled the space between you.

"That's what I want to do you, oppa. Right here, right now. And it seems like you've been wanting this too."

Yeojin's hand slipped down from your chest, and before you could react, she cupped your growing bulge through your pants. You gasped at the sudden contact, your body tensing involuntarily. The warmth of her palm and the firmness of her grip sent shockwaves through your core, leaving you momentarily speechless. Her eyes gleamed with a playful mischief as she squeezed gently, feeling the evidence of your arousal.

"Are.... are you sure about this, Yeojin? Someone might see us here."

Ignoring your concerns, Yeojin's smile grew more daring as she leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Let's make it our little secret, oppa," she whispered, her voice a seductive promise that sent a thrill down your spine. Her hand began to massage you more firmly, her fingers tracing the contours of your erection as she squats down on the floor, her cheeks can be seen slipping through her shorts from the mirrored walls.

"You're so big and taller than this cute little Yeojinnie. Hopefully, something else is big."

With a flick of her wrist, she unbuttoned your pants and slid them down, freeing your straining cock. She stared at it with hungry eyes before leaning in, her warm breath teasing the sensitive tip as she took it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it with a skill that left you gasping for air.

"Fuck, calm down Yeojin!"

Yeojin's eyes never left yours, the connection between you growing more intense with every stroke of her tongue. You watched as she took more of you in, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, the sight alone making you want to lose control. It was clear she knew exactly what she was doing, and she reveled in the power she had over you.

Was this the same sweet, innocent Yeojin you knew? Or was this a side of her you had never seen before, a side that was as passionate and wild as the dance she had just performed? Either way, you weren't about to stop her.

"Let's make some noise, oppa," her hands found the base of your cock, stroking in time with her eager sucks. Her eyes watered with the effort, but she never broke eye contact, her gaze locked onto yours with a fiery determination. Yeojin had promised to pleasure you until you cried out, and it seemed she was a woman of her word.

"If I knew you had a cock this big, I would've suck you earlier, oppa."

"I'm gonna drain you so bad, you're gonna walk home with nothing inside these balls."

Feeling your body tense up, Yeojin's pace grew quicker, her mouth moving up and down on your cock with increasing urgency. Her other hand slipped between her own legs, her fingers moving under the elastic of her shorts to pleasure herself as she watched you.

The sight of her playing with herself while she brought you closer to climax was almost too much to bear. Your hand reached down to caress her head, your fingers tangling in her hair as you guided her movements, the pleasure building within you like a storm about to break.

You could see that her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed in concentration, and her lips stretched around your shaft, creating a visual symphony of desire. The studio echoed with the wet sounds of her eager mouth and your stifled moans, each one growing louder despite your efforts to keep quiet.

"I'm so fucking close, Yeojin-ah."

Yeojin's grip tightened, her movements growing more frantic as she felt your body begin to shudder beneath her. She was relentless, her eyes gleaming with challenge as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge, eager to claim victory in this erotic dance of dominance and submission.

With a final, deep thrust, you couldn't hold back any longer. You bucked your hips, driving yourself into Yeojin's eager mouth as you reached your peak, the force of your climax causing your entire body to convulse. Yeojin took it all, her eyes watering as she swallowed every drop, her hand still stroking you gently until you were completely drained.

She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving from the effort, and licked her lips with a satisfied smile, looking up at you with a sense of accomplishment. You slumped in the chair, panting heavily, your heart racing as you stared at her, utterly speechless. The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the evidence of your passion still lingering in the air.

Yeojin stood up, her own desire clearly visible as she adjusted her shorts, and whispered, "Now, it's my turn, oppa. Use me how you like. Breed me like I'm nothing but your rag."

Yeojin spun around, presenting her back to you with a cheeky wiggle that had your eyes immediately zeroing in on the round, tempting curves of her ass. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and, with a seductive arch of her back, began to pull them down. The fabric slid down her thighs, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her buttocks.

She reached back and grabbed each cheek, spreading them apart with a shamelessness that had your cock twitching back to life. Your gaze was drawn to the pink, puckered rosebud of her anus and the glistening wetness of her pussy, both begging for your attention.

The room grew hotter as she bent over slightly, her back arched and her hands still spreading herself open for you, revealing the intimate landscape of her desires. Yeojin looked at you over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with lust and a hint of challenge.

"Come closer and keep bending down."

Yeojin complied, her hands placing themselves on the floor and her body bending down so that her ass was directly above your now fully erect cock. Her cheeks quivered with each deliberate twerking motion, creating a mesmerizing show that had your eyes glued to her.

She looked back at you with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she felt the warmth of your cock against her skin.

"Which one do you want to fill up first, oppa?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down your spine.

Taking a deep breath, you took hold of Yeojin's hips with both hands, feeling the softness of her skin under your fingertips. She gasped as you lined up the tip of your cock with her wet pussy. You could see her bite her bottom lip in anticipation, her eyes never leaving yours as she nodded, giving you the silent go-ahead.

With a firm grip, you slammed her down onto your cock, the sound of her wetness enveloping you echoing through the studio. Yeojin's body jolted at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't pull away, instead pushing back into you with a needy whine.

"Fuck, I'm stretched out!"

You didn't hold back, pumping into her with a ferocity that matched the rhythm of the music still pulsing through the speakers. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body, her walls tightening around you as she moaned in delight. Her ass bounced back with every impact, the sight of her taking you so eagerly driving you wild.

"Fuck me hard, oppa," she begged, her voice breathless and needy. "Make me feel it deep inside."

"Bounce on it, Yeojin. Show me how much you want it."

With a smoldering look of determination, Yeojin began to bounce on your cock, her movements matching the beat of the music. Her ass jiggled with every bounce as she found her own rhythm. You watched in amazement as she took charge of the moment, her little body moving in a way that seemed almost inhumanly graceful. The sound of her wetness filled the studio, mixing with her breathless gasps and the slap of your bodies coming together.

With a wicked smirk, you leaned over and spat onto Yeojin's tight asshole, the saliva glistening in the soft light of the studio. She whimpered at the sudden coolness, her body tensing before she felt your finger press against the sensitive area. Slowly, you pushed it in, watching as the muscles of her anus clenched around the digit, her cheeks reddening with the mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. She let out a gasp as you began to move your finger in and out.

Her pussy tightened around your cock, her body responding instinctively to the dual penetration. Yeojin's eyes widened with each movement, her breath hitching as you started to pick up the pace, adding another level of sensation to her already overwhelming pleasure.

"Slap my ass, oppa. Teach this little whore a lesson."

Obediently, you brought your hand down in a firm slap against Yeojin's upturned ass, the sound echoing through the studio like a gunshot. She yelped, her body jolting at the impact, but she didn't slow down. Instead, she pushed back into you harder, her pussy clenching around your cock like a vice. You could see the imprint of your hand on her skin, the redness spreading like a brand.

You slapped her again, and again, each time the sound growing louder, the color on her ass growing darker. Her pleas for you to continue only grew more desperate, her voice hoarse from her moans. You couldn't resist the urge to give her what she wanted, to mark her as yours in this primal dance of lust. With each slap, Yeojin's hips bucked back at you, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached her own climax.

"Don't stop, oppa," she whimpered, her voice tight with need. "It feels so good."

Her ass was a fiery shade of red, a stark contrast to the paleness of her skin. Yet she didn't ask you to be gentle, she didn't flinch away. Instead, she met each slap with a grind, her body moving in a symphony of pleasure and pain that had your blood pounding in your ears. Yeojin's breaths grew ragged, her moans louder, as she neared the edge.

"Come sit down properly, you filthy bitch."

Yeojin released her hands from the floor, allowing you to pull her arms back and hold onto her firmly from behind. This new position had her entire body bouncing on your cock, her tits jiggling inside her shirt, her ass slapping against your thighs in a delicious rhythm.

"Is this what my Yeojinnie wants? To be fuck senselessly?"

She moaned louder now, the change in angle hitting all the right spots, sending her closer to the brink of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around you even tighter, her body begging for release as she moved in sync with you.

"Yes! Fuck me like you own me! I'm just a hole for you to fuck! Give me all of your juicy big dick!"

The feeling was indescribable, and the sight of her like this, so open and wanton, had you on the edge of your sanity. You could feel her inner walls fluttering, signaling that she was close. With one hand still wrapped around her hip, you reached around with the other, finding her clit and giving it a firm pinch.

"R-right there! Yeojinnie is cumming!"

Yeojin's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing as she screamed out her orgasm, her pussy contracting around you like a velvet vice. The sight of her coming undone was too much for you to handle, and with a roar, you emptied yourself into her, filling her to the brim with your hot seed. The intensity of the moment washed over the two of you, leaving you both gasping for air as your bodies finally stilled, your connection broken only by the slowing of your ragged breaths.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Standing up with a firm grip on Yeojin's hips, you positioned her in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, her back to you. Her legs wobbled slightly as she tried to find her balance, her chest heaving from the intense climax that had just ripped through her body.

You could see the desperation in her eyes as she stared at your reflection in the mirror, begging for more.

With a feral growl, you bent her over at the waist, her hands bracing against the cold, hard surface. The angle was perfect, her pussy still wet and gaping from the previous round. You aligned your cock with her dripping entrance and, without a second thought, slammed into her from behind.

Her scream was muffled by the mirror as she watched herself being taken, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and pleasure. Your hands roamed her body, pulling up her shirt and bra, squeezing her breasts and leaving bruising marks on her hips as you thrust in and out of her with a renewed vigor.

Yeojin's moans grew louder with each pump, her body moving in time with yours as if the two of you were one entity. The mirror reflected the passionate scene, the image of your bodies joined together in a primal dance of lust. You could see the marks on her ass from your slaps, the redness a stark contrast to her pale skin.

"Take it, slut," you grunted, pushing deeper into her. "You love it, don't you?"

Her only response was a whine of pleasure as she pushed back into you, her pussy swallowing you whole. The sight of her taking your cock so eagerly was more than you could handle, and your own orgasm was building again, a pressure building in your balls that threatened to consume you. Yeojin's eyes never left the mirror, watching as you claimed her again and again, her body trembling with each powerful stroke.

You tightened your grip slightly around Yeojin's neck, not enough to cause pain, but just enough to make her gasp and arch her back, pushing her breasts out even further.

"Look at yourself, Yeojin," you growled in her ear, your voice low and possessive. "So fucking dirty, taking it like a whore."

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, the fire in them igniting at the harsh words. The reflection showed her flushed cheeks and the desperate hunger in her gaze, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.

"Am I?" she panted, her voice a challenge. "Is this what you want, oppa? For me to be your little slut?"

"Yes," you hissed, your thrusts growing more erratic. "This is what you're made for."

Her eyes grew darker, and she pushed back into you, her pussy clenching around your cock.

"Fuck me, then," she whispered. "Fuck me like I'm your dirty little whore."

The words sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you increased your pace, watching as your reflection in the mirror showed your hand wrapped around her neck, controlling her every move. Yeojin's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as you both approached the edge of ecstasy once more.

"Cum for me, Yeojin," you ordered, your grip tightening just a bit more. "Cum like the filthy slut you are."

With a scream that was half pleasure, half submission, she did as you commanded, her body shaking with the force of her second climax as you continued to pound into her. The sound of your skin slapping against hers filled the room, echoing off the mirrored walls, a symphony of desire and dominance.

"Take my cum, greedy bitch!"

Yeojin's eyes widened in the mirror as she felt you pulse deep inside her, your seed filling her up once more. Her legs quivered and she bit her bottom lip to hold back another scream, her orgasm milking every last drop from you. Her pussy clenched around you, eager to keep you inside, but eventually you pulled out, your cock glistening with the evidence of her pleasure. She straightened up, panting heavily, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the intense experience.

Turning to face you, Yeojin's cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and hunger for more. She stepped closer, pressing her body against yours, her hands reaching up to tug at your shirt. "You're not done with me, are you, oppa?" she whispered, her voice a siren's call that you couldn't resist.

"Not a chance."

Your mouth claimed hers in a deep, possessive kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she melted into your embrace. The kiss grew more intense, your hands roaming her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and contour. Yeojin's nails dug into your shoulders, her breath hitching as she felt your cock, now semi-hard, pressing against her stomach.

Without breaking the kiss, you hoisted Yeojin onto your waist, feeling her legs instinctively wrap around you. She locked her ankles together at the base of your spine, her thighs tightening as you supported her weight. The feel of her wetness against your abdomen was maddening, and you knew you couldn't resist much longer.

With one swift motion, you aligned your cock with her pussy and pushed back inside, her slickness making it easier than ever. Yeojin gasped into your mouth, her nails digging into your skin as you began to place her back on the mirrored wall, your movements now a slow, sensual grind against her. The feeling of her tight, warm channel surrounding you once more was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but moan against her lips.

"Fuck yes, give it to me, oppa!"

The stark contrast between your towering frame and her delicate, compact body was a visual feast that fueled your desire even more. With every slow, deliberate thrust, you felt like a conqueror claiming his prize, her tight pussy enveloping your cock like it was made just for you. Each time you pushed into her, she'd let out a soft moan, her body seemingly molding around your length as if she were a living sex doll, created solely for your pleasure.

Her breasts bounced with each collision of your hips against hers, her nipples hard and begging for attention. The sight of her, so small and vulnerable against your towering presence, was a turn-on that was impossible to ignore, making you want to go even deeper, to claim every inch of her as your own.

"Fuck me, fuck me, hnghh, fuck me!"

Yeojin's moans grew hoarse as she struggled to find her voice with every harsh bounce of her body against the cold, hard surface. Her sweat created a mesmerizing pattern on the glass, her ass cheeks slapping against it with a sound that was music to your ears. The sight of her tight, wet pussy clinging to your cock was almost too much to handle, and you felt your orgasm building once again.

"You're mine, Yeojin, my little whore," you murmur against her neck, feeling her shiver at the dirty words. "Cum with me. Give me your sweet release."

Her eyes glaze over with pleasure as she nods, her pussy contracting around you, eager to obey. "Yes, oppa, I'm yours," she whimpers. "Fill me up with your seed."

Your pace quickens, your hips snapping into a punishing rhythm that has Yeojin's body sliding up and down the mirror, her legs trembling with the effort to keep herself in place. "Look at us," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. "Look how perfectly we fit together."

"I'm going to cum," she gasps. "I'm going to cum all over oppa's big fucking cock."

The words push you over the edge, and with a final squeal, you bury yourself deep inside her, your cock pulsing as you fill her once again. Yeojin's orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her nails scratching down your back as her body convulses with pleasure. Her juices dripping onto the floor and along your legs. The feeling of her pussy spasming around you sends you spiraling into your own climax, the intensity of the moment making stars dance in your vision.

Breathless and spent, you hold onto her, feeling the aftershocks of your shared pleasure echo through both of your bodies. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, the mirror fogging up from the heat of your passion. You kiss her deeply, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her mouth as the music plays on in the background.

The intensity of the moment had you both trembling, and you slowly lowered her to the floor, your legs giving out from the exertion. Yeojin's body melted into yours, her arms still wrapped around your neck as you kissed her deeply, the taste of her still lingering on your lips.

The coolness of the floor against your skin was a stark contrast to the fire that still raged within you both, but it was a welcome reprieve as you tried to catch your breath.

Your chests heaved in unison, your hearts pounding in a symphony of passion as the aftershocks of your shared climaxes faded away. The music continued to pulse around you, the bass vibrating through the floor and into your bodies as you held onto each other tightly, the silence between you speaking volumes about the connection you had just forged in this dance studio.

You two were a mess, sticky with sweat and the remnants of your passion, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Yeojin looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with a mix of satisfaction and awe, and whispered, "That was... incredible, oppa."

You couldn't agree more, Yeojin's words echoing the very thought in your mind. You stroked her sweat-soaked hair as she nests into your embrace. You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, the taste of her still lingering on your lips.

"We should get cleaned up before we leave."

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips as she opens her eyes, looking into yours with a newfound intimacy.

"But first," she says, her voice a ever so seductive, "just one more kiss." And as your lips meet in a kiss that's tender yet filled with promise of more to come.

The thought of the next dance session had you both grinning as you helped each other get dressed. Yeojin's eyes sparkled with mischief as she gave your now-softened cock a final, playful pat, whispering, "See you next time, my favorite dance partner." The promise in her voice had you hardening again, but you resisted, knowing that you'd have plenty of time to indulge in each other's company again soon.

[slut4megantheestallion]

•｡ꪆৎ Imagine Chloe smoking while you eat her out

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, wlw, mdni, smut, fingering, oral (F! Receiving), Edging, Overstimulation, Weed/Smoking During Sex, Mild Degradation & Praise

Bam! Chloe's back hit the mattress, a lazy smirk curling on her lips as she exhaled a slow, hazy puff of smoke. The blunt dangled between her fingers, forgotten for a second as your tongue dragged over her slick folds, your nails digging into her thighs to keep her spread open.

"F-fuck-" Chloe choked out, her head tilting back against the pillow, eyelids fluttering as the weed buzzed in her system, amplifying every little flick of your tongue. She brought the joint back to her lips, inhaling deep before letting the smoke spill out in a slow, trembling sigh.

You hummed against her clit the vibrations making her jolt. "Keep smoking, Price," you teased, licking a long, stripe up her cunt. "I wanna see how long you last."

Her breath hitched, a shudder running through her body. "Oh, you're a f-fucking menace."

Chloe's breath came out in shallow, shaky pants, the blunt trembling between her fingers as you sucked her clit into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the sensitive bud in slow, teasing circles. Her thighs twitched, trying to close around your head, but your hands were firm- keeping her spread wide, exposed, completely at your mercy.

"Shit-fuck-" She slurred, her voice thick with pleasure and weed-induced haze. The room was filled with the musky scent of smoke and sex, the air heavy, intoxicating. Another deep drag of the joint, another slow exhale, and then her head dropped back again, her free hand fisting the sheets beneath her.

You could feel how wet she was, slick coating your lips, dripping down onto the bed, and you hadn't even given her everything yet. Smirking against her, you slowed your movements, teasing the tip of your tongue over her clit in featherlight strokes, barely touching her. Chloe let out a frustrated whimper, shifting her hips to chase the pressure.

"Nuh-uh," you murmured against her, your warm breath sending shivers up her spine. You pulled back slightly, just enough to see the desperate way her chest heaved, the way her body trembled, already begging for more. "You don't get to rush this, baby."

"God, you -" Chloe groaned, gritting her teeth as she tool another drag, smoke spilling from her lips a sigh. "You're a fucking tease."

You only chuckled, dragging two fingers through her soaked fold, collecting her arousal before pressing them against her entrance, not pushing in, just teasing. She bucked her hips, trying to take them, but you stayed firm, waiting.

"Tell me how bad you want it." You cooed, pressing soft kisses along the inside of her thigh, enjoying the way she twitched under your touch.

Chloe whined, her frustration mixing with the high, making her limbs feel heavy, her body burning. "Fuck- so bad- please, babe, I-" her voice cracked as you finally plunged two fingers inside, curling them instantly, dragging against that spot that made her toes curl.

The moan that tore from her throat was sinful, the joint slipping from her fingers onto the ashtray as she fully gave in, body arching as you set a slow, deep rhythm. Your fingers worked her open, thrusting at a pace that kept her right on the edge, never quite enough to push her over. Your tongue was relentless, flicking, circling, sucking, building her up only to pull back every time she got too close.

Chloe sobbed, her hands now gripping your hair, trying to push you closer, trying to get more. “Y/N—please—please—” Her voice was wrecked, wrecked in the way you loved, in the way that sent a heatwave straight to your core.

“Not yet,” you murmured against her, licking slow and deliberate, enjoying the way she trembled beneath you. “You can take more, can’t you, baby?”

She let out a strangled moan, nodding desperately, her body completely under your control. And you weren’t done with her yet.

Chloe was a mess beneath you, her body trembling, skin damp with sweat, her head lolling back against the pillows in utter defeat. The weed had her sinking deep into the mattress, mind swimming in slow, hazy pleasure, but you—you had her floating, dragging her to the highest peak over and over just to rip it away.

Her legs twitched, spread wide, completely open to you, but her muscles kept spasming every time you pulled back, leaving her right on the edge. She was panting hard, lips parted, her flushed chest rising and falling as if she had just run a marathon.

"Fucking hell, Y/N—" Chloe choked out, gripping at your hair with both hands now, the desperation thick in her voice. “You— you can’t just— keep doing that—”

You pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, your lips glistening with her arousal as you smirked. “Can’t I?”

Chloe groaned in frustration, her nails dragging against your scalp. “I swear to fucking God—”

You cut her off by plunging your fingers back inside her, thrusting deep and curling them just right. Her entire body jolted like a live wire, her mouth falling open in a silent moan as her back arched off the bed.

"Fuck—oh, fuck," she sobbed, her thighs clenching around your head, but you didn’t let up. Your fingers worked her hard and deep, hitting that spot over and over, while your tongue flicked against her swollen clit in perfect, devastating strokes.

Her hands fisted the sheets now, her body taut like a bowstring. "I— I can’t, I can’t—" she babbled, her voice cracking, every inch of her screaming for release.

"You can," you murmured against her, your voice low, commanding. “You’re taking it so well, baby. Just a little more.”

Chloe’s breath hitched at the praise, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. The high had her body hypersensitive, every touch magnified tenfold, every drag of your fingers making her feel like she was coming apart at the seams.

You didn’t stop, didn’t let up—not this time. Your pace quickened, fingers plunging deeper, tongue pressing harder, refusing to let her escape. The coil in her stomach tightened, wound so tight it hurt, and then—

"Oh—oh my fucking god—" Chloe shattered.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her back arching high off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream before a wrecked moan tore from her throat. Her thighs clamped around your head, her entire body locking up as she came hard, soaking your fingers, your mouth, the sheets beneath her.

You didn’t stop. You lapped at her, working her through it, pushing her higher, until her moans turned into choked whimpers, her hands weakly pushing at your head.

"Too much— too much—" she gasped, shaking, her body twitching violently from the overstimulation.

You pulled back slowly, placing soft, reverent kisses on her inner thighs, soothing her as she came down from the high. Her body was still trembling, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin glowing with sweat and afterglow.

When you finally crawled up beside her, pressing your lips to her damp forehead, Chloe let out a soft, breathless laugh. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered, her voice wrecked.

You grinned, brushing damp strands of hair from her face. “Good?”

Chloe turned her head, looking at you with heavy-lidded, glassy blue eyes, still hazy from the weed and pleasure. "Babe, I think you just killed me."

You chuckled, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “You’re still breathing, Price.”

"Barely," she muttered with a smirk, letting out a long, content sigh before melting against you, her body still weak, still twitching slightly from the aftermath. She lazily draped an arm over your waist, pulling you closer, pressing her face against your neck.

After a beat of silence, she murmured, "You’re never allowed to do that to me again.”

You smirked. “Oh, you know that’s a lie.”

Chloe let out a sleepy chuckle. "Yeah… I do."

And with that, she nuzzled closer, the last bit of smoke fading from the air as the night settled around you both.

[gxhana]

Malfunction (Optimus Prime X Human!Fem Reader)

Summary: A strange Cybertronian signal infiltrates Optimus’s systems, overriding his usual restraint and amplifying his sensory responses. Every sound, every touch, every thought of you sends unbearable waves of pleasure through his frame. He resists at first—but when you touch him, even accidentally, his control snaps.

Warnings: AI corruption, Size Difference, smut, curse words, transformer x human sex, rough sex, rough oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, brutal thrusting, breeding, full penetration, degradation, forced stretching, desperate Optimus, slight dub con, dirty talk

The strange Cybertronian signal has been affecting Optimus all day, his body tense, his voice thick with static-laced restraint. You notice the way his optics flicker whenever you get too close, the way his massive hands flex as if he’s holding himself back.

"Something… is wrong," he finally confesses, voice strained. "Every sensation is… amplified. You—" His optics darken, tracking the way you shift under his intense gaze. "I cannot focus when you are near."

And then, you make a mistake.

You touch him.

The instant your fingers graze his heated plating, a deep growl erupts from his chassis. His entire frame shudders, and his massive hands shoot out, grabbing you, caging you against him. His optics burn into you, his vents cycling erratically.

"You shouldn’t have done that." His voice is low, almost dangerous, thick with something primal.

Before you can react, he’s lifting you—effortlessly, as if you weigh nothing—pressing you against the cool metal wall of the Autobot base. The size difference is staggering; his body dwarfs yours completely, his massive frame surrounding you, pressing you down, trapping you in his overwhelming presence.

"I can’t stop," he groans, his servo sliding under your clothes, fingers dragging roughly over your bare skin. His touch is hot, desperate, as if he’s memorizing every inch of you. "I need to taste you."

He doesn’t wait for permission.

You gasp as he lowers you, his enormous frame sinking down, positioning you exactly where he wants you. His optics flicker, scanning you with predatory intent as he spreads you open, his thick digits gripping your thighs.

And then—his mouth.

His glossa (Cybertronian tongue) is bigger than it should be, hot and flexible, pressing against your aching heat in long, devastating strokes. The size difference makes everything overwhelming—his sheer power, the way he holds you in place, how easily he could devour you whole if he wanted to.

"So small… so fragile… and yet you take it so well," he groans, voice vibrating through your core.

His grip tightens, his massive hands keeping you spread open as he ravages you, his pace rough, insatiable. His deep growls send shockwaves through your body, his mouth working you open with relentless precision.

He’s too big, too strong, too much, and yet you can’t stop screaming his name.

He doesn’t stop when you come. He doesn’t even slow down. If anything, the taste of you only makes him hungrier. His deep, reverberating purr vibrates through you as he buries his face deeper between your thighs, dragging another orgasm out of you before you’ve even recovered from the first.

"Again," he commands, voice dark and wrecked with need. "You’re not done yet."

Your overstimulated whimpers only make him more desperate, his grip tightening as he devours you, utterly addicted to the sounds you make, to the way you break under his touch.

By the time he finally pulls back, you’re trembling, your body wrecked from the intensity of his mouth. But Optimus isn’t done. Not even close.

His massive fingers stroke over your slick thighs, spreading you wider, his optics dark with hunger. His vents stutter as he towers over you once again, his sheer size pressing down on you.

"That was only the beginning," he growls, his massive form caging you against the wall. "Now… let’s see how much more you can take."

The sheer heat of him makes you shudder. His panel shifts with a mechanical hiss, and fuck, he’s huge. Thick, ridged plating lined with Cybertronian biolights, far too big for a human body—yet he’s determined to make you take it anyway.

"You’re going to stretch for me," he rasps, pressing the tip against your slick entrance, the difference in size making you whimper. "It’s going to hurt, little one… but you’ll take it."

He doesn’t ease in. He forces his way inside.

A strangled cry rips from your throat as his massive shaft pushes in, spreading you wider than should be possible. The stretch is unbearable, your body resisting, but Optimus doesn’t stop. His grip on your hips tightens, pinning you down as he forces every thick inch inside.

"Look at you," he groans, voice laced with raw lust. "So fucking small, struggling to take my cock."

You claw at his plating, nails scratching uselessly against the metal, but he only laughs, a deep, dark sound vibrating through you.

"Hurts, doesn’t it?" he mocks, thrusting another inch inside, making you scream. "You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to be fucking ruined by me."

The stretch is unbearable, your body too tight, but the pleasure is just as overwhelming. He’s grinding against nerves you didn’t even know existed, forcing your body to adjust to his impossible size.

"Pathetic little human," he growls, voice thick with static-laced pleasure. "Crying like you can’t take it— but look at you. You’re dripping all over my cock, sucking me in like a desperate little whore."

Your mind is spinning, your body overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being filled so completely. Every slow, brutal thrust forces another choked gasp from your lips.

And then—he starts moving for real.

Optimus doesn’t hold back. Once he’s inside, once he feels the way you squeeze around him, something snaps.

"I’m done being gentle."

His grip tightens, and then he slams into you.

The impact knocks the breath from your lungs, your body jerking against the wall as he drives his cock in deep, his sheer strength keeping you pinned. The brutal stretch is too much, your mind dissolving into raw pleasure as he pounds into you with reckless force.

"Fucking take it," he snarls, thrusting harder, his metal body unyielding, slamming you into the wall with every brutal snap of his hips. "You’re mine. Made to take my cock. Nothing else fucking matters."

His engine roars, his frame shaking with the effort of holding back from completely breaking you. But even as he ruins you, he keeps talking, his deep, growling voice making you clench around him.

"Listen to yourself," he huffs, pressing his forehead against yours, optics locked onto your wrecked expression. "Whimpering, crying— and yet you keep spreading your legs for me. You love this, don’t you? You love being fucking wrecked by something this big."

You can’t even speak. Every rough, punishing thrust sends shockwaves through your body, your nails digging into his plating.

"You were made for this," he groans, his pace brutal, his thick shaft stretching you past your limit. "Made to be fucking bred by me."

That’s what finally breaks you.

Your orgasm slams into you with blinding force, your body spasming around him, clenching so tight he growls, his own movements turning ragged. He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down. He fucks you through it, overstimulating you until you’re sobbing from the pleasure.

"I’m not done," he growls, pressing his forehead against yours. "Not until I’ve filled you. Not until you’re leaking with my transfluid, dripping with proof that you belong to me."

His movements grow desperate, his thrusts turning animalistic, his deep moans vibrating against your skin. He’s close—his vents stuttering, his fingers bruising your skin as he slams into you with reckless force.

"Gonna fill you up," he groans, thrusting deep. "Gonna fucking ruin you."

You’re still shaking from your first orgasm when his final thrust slams inside, his entire frame locking up. His grip tightens, and then—heat.

Liquid metal warmth floods your core as he comes, a deep, wrecked growl tearing from his throat. His overload is violent, his entire frame trembling as he pumps you full, his transfluid so much that it leaks out, dripping down your thighs.

He doesn’t move for a moment, his massive frame shuddering. Then, his grip loosens, and he pulls out, watching with dark optics as his thick release spills from your stretched, ruined hole.

"Look at that," he murmurs, his fingers gathering the mess between your thighs. "So full of me."

Even now, his optics burn with hunger.

"I hope you’re not too tired," he warns, voice dark and dangerous. "Because I’m not nearly finished with you."

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

Could I request a smut with Bellamy Blake? Like him and the reader are trying to get a quickie in before everyone comes back and he tries to make the reader cum one more time? :) if u can ofc!

close call | b. blake

masterlist

summary: season three — you and bellamy take advantage of a moment alone in the rover on a scouting expedition. time is against you when bellamy makes one final request before everyone returns.

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

warnings: smut, almost caught, penetration (p in v), oral (fem receiving), quickie, multiple orgasms, cowgirl, idk whether part of this is considered dub-con or not but I’ll still add it just in case

notes: the ending is sort of abrupt but anyways—

word count: 1.8k

The rover was bouncing so vigorously; it was a wonder the axles hadn’t broken under pressure.

“Oh my—fuck! Oh my god!”

It had started off innocent. Two people had to stay behind to guard the rover as a group scouted the forest terrain for new foraging and hunting grounds for Arkadia. Bellamy had offered to stay behind along with you. At first, you both obeyed the instructions to watch over the rover. But, damn, he looked so goodin his tan t-shirt and black cargo pants, you just couldn’t restrain yourself.

First came the flirting, then the wandering hands, and then suddenly you were inside the rover, on the floor in the back, with Bellamy inside you.

Your breasts recoiled up and down, cleavage exposed from the low neckline of your tight tank top as you bounced on Bellamy’s lap, his cock sliding up into you with each drop of your hips. His face was buried between your breasts, sucking harsh kisses into your skin. Fuck, you should have told him to stop; people would see the marks.

But you couldn’t. Especially when he lowered to your sensitive peaked nipple and bit it softly through the material of your shirt.

“Ah, fuck!” you rasped, skin prickling with goosebumps.

Fingers tangled in his dark wavy locks, you guided him back up to your level, frantically catching his lips in a wanton kiss. Your tongues moved together with a hunger of their own, strings of saliva keeping you attached whenever you parted for a sliver of breath.

You sank down fully onto his pelvis and engulfed his entire pulsating length before grinding your hips back and forth at an almost Olympic-level speed, feeling his cock repeatedly curve into your throbbing walls. Something between a whine and a groan of the words “fucking christ” was mumbled against your lips by Bellamy.

His hands held you down by the hips as he began snapping his own hips upward, skin-on-skin sounding as his pelvis slapped against your ass. You grappled onto his broad shoulders as your head fell back with a filthy high-pitched moan which, thankfully, was confined to the rover’s interior.

“So fucking good, princess,” Bellamy breathlessly praised between mind-devastating thrusts. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”

His fingers dug harshly into your skin, blunt nails surely creating red crescent indentations in your soft skin. You would wear them like a trophy. He forced your hips down and trapped your body on his cock as his head fell back against the mesh panel wall, soft tip spurting thick white come deep inside your belly. His scrunched brows twitched with release; lips were parted as his shallow breaths gave way to deep sex-drunken moans.

The warm white liquid filled you up, leaking prettily down Bellamy’s thick penetrating length. You were so full of his seed and ever-hard cock that all your body could do in response was orgasm, the heat spreading from your belly and pervading your entire nervous system.

All control was lost. You trembled from head to toe, essentially vibrating on his cock which was still prodding against your cervix. Strangled gasps fell from your lips, your forehead falling against Bellamy’s who had finally managed to regain his composure and was hypnotically watching you work through your own high.

Finally, the both of you reached a state of tranquillity, holding each other closely, panting and inhaling one another’s intoxicating breaths. It was a good thing too—that you finished so quickly.

“The other’s will be back soon,” Bellamy whispered, finishing your thoughts.

You nodded. He pulled your hips forward again and you both made some quiet noise of pleasure, eyes glued on one another and simmering with atmospheric desire. For about ten seconds, you stayed like this—motionless, panting, staring.

And then Bellamy was flipping you over onto the car floor.

He hovered above you, brown eyes pooling with sin, dark strands of hair partially obscuring his vision. You simply looked up at him, wide-eyed and speechless, and obviously, he found your shock amusing, evident from the subtle smirk on his lips.

“Want you to come again before they get back.” He leaned down to leave a hot kiss on your neck, lips tickling your skin as he murmured, “Think you can do that for me?”

You blinked, dumbfounded. “What?”

And then he was lowering himself down to your hips and hooking his arms around your thighs. His question wasn’t really demanding an answer—this notion was crystal clear as he abruptly buried his face between your legs and began eating you out like there was no guarantee tomorrow would come.

“Bell!” you cried with a gasped squeak, your back arching off the floor and eyes squeezing shut from overstimulation. “Wait, please, it’s—it’s too mu—” You cut yourself off with a sharp moan and encased his head with your thighs as his lips suctioned around your clit. “Shit! Don’t stop!”

The plea in your voice was useless. Of course he wasn’t going to stop. Not until your thighs were nearly crushing his skull as your taste coated his tongue, dribbled down his chin, and dripped from your pussy in a pretty, perfect glistening mess.

You rose to your elbows, hand reaching down to delve your fingers between his soft wavy locks, alternating between pushing him deeper into your pussy and tugging his hair to coax a groan from his lips which vibrated against your already throbbing clit.

The sounds you made could barely be considered moans, but rather stuttering cries—cries for more, cries to encourage him to keep doing that heavenly thing he was doing with his tongue.

“Right there,” you gasped.

He nodded, humming in compliance. Anything for you; anything to get you to come undone from his manipulation. His biceps flexed as he dragged you closer, hands splayed across your tensed stomach, rubbing and massaging the soft skin.

Tongue wide and flat, he licked an agonisingly slow stripe from hole to clit, beginning to flick his tongue side-to-side once he reached your swollen sensitive nub. God, he had your heart pounding and it felt so exhilarating. The pulsing had dropped into your stomach, each rapid beat building the tension that was tightening your gut.

Your hips rolled mindlessly against his tongue, using him like your own personal sex toy. His eyes were closed, literally drinkingin the fact that he was lapping between your thighs. He enjoyed giving pleasure just as much as you did receiving which made the moment so much more hotter.

Over the sound of your whining and panting, you could hear the distant conversations of people returning. Returning to the rover that Bellamy was currently eating you out in. Fuck.

“Bell.”

“Mm.”

He just kept going. Part of you wanted to ignore the approaching group and continue letting him bring you to your peak, but the other part recognised the embarrassment of potentially being caught in such an… indecent position.

“Bellamy,”you gritted.

The authority in your tone managed to tear him away from your pussy (and made his cock twitch with a drop of come).

He looked up at you through messy strands of hair. “Come for me one more time, princess,” he urged, voice low and husky. “Then I’ll stop.”

His hand kneaded the side of your waist, gaze on yours as he awaited your response. His mouth and chin sheened with your slick—a pretty, perfect glistening mess. How could you deny him when he looked like that? When he was begging to worship your body and set your nerves alight?

The flames licking at your insides began to suffocate, orgasm receding slowly into non-existence. It was all you could do to nod your head. “Make me come.” Your voice was heavy with desperation. “Please.”

Within seconds, he obliged, large veiny hands curling around the base of your thighs and diving back in. If you thought he was quick before, you were in a whole other ballpark when his mouth returned to your clit. Your fluttering eyes rolled back as his head swiftly shook from side to side, the tip of his tongue pressing hard against your sensitive nub.

An orgasm was rocketing inside you, so fast approaching that you felt entirely unprepared for its arrival. The voices outside in the forest were getting closer and so were you. So close you felt like you could reach out and touch the powerful feeling inside your gut. Technically, you could.

Your hands fisted in Bellamy’s hair, fumbling for any sort of tether to the ground because you were certain if you let go, you would shoot off into oblivion. He repeatedly sucked on your clit, swirled tight circles, devoured you like this was his last meal on death row, and then repeated the process.

“Good girl,” Bellamy mumbled into your pussy. “Almost there.”

Eyes squeezed shut, you writhed beneath his hold, hips jerking against your mouth. Your nipples ached with hardness. Your eyes overflowed with hot tears, streaming down the sides of your face. Your whines had turned to borderline screams, begging him “Don’t stop!” and a mixture of senseless profanities.

Your quivering thighs—with the last of their strength—threatened to crush his head as you squeezed around him, finally feeling the white flames inside you burst into a devastating explosion.

“Fuck!”

***********

Side-by-side, you and Bellamy stood outside the rover, fully dressed and watching as the scouting group returned from their minor expedition. Bellamy’s hand, which was resting on your hip, wandered to your ass and softly kneaded it in his palm, causing your body to tense in fear of being seen.

He leaned down far enough for you to catch his quiet words. “Don’t worry, princess,” he said. “I’m the only one who knows what you just did on the floor of that rover.”

Your jaw clenched, eyes remaining on the approaching group. “I’m the only one who knows you begged to make me come on the floor of that rover.”

His response was a quiet chuckle, his hand moving to your back to rub it affectionately. Just before the others reached hearing distance, he added, “And I’d gladly do it again.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, forming a timid smile on your lips.

Raven was the first person you made eye contact with. She subtly gestured to your pants, wearing a semi-proud grin as she nodded in approval. A horrid blush flooded your cheeks and you looked down to see your flier was completely undone. Well… shit.

“Anything happen while we were gone?” Monty asked, carrying a variety of flora samples.

You side-eyed Bellamy, witnessing the slightest smirk quirk on his lips.

He was quick to respond, sounding casual enough to avoid suspicion. “Nothing too interesting.”

You nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, his arm was discretely supporting your weight as your legs were still violently trembling.

[flowersforbucky]

sucker for you

peter maximoff x reader

word count: 1.2k

i can't stop thinking about how peter would react to reader taking his lollipop from him and putting it in her mouth so here's a little drabble about that

a/n: i should be working on this bucky piece that i started like 3 weeks ago but i just needed to get this out of my system first

warnings/tags: language, use of alcohol (everyone is 21+!!), no use of y/n, peter's pov, and some ✨️tension✨️

Peter didn't know it was possible to get so flustered over a human being.

He's never exactly considered himself to be a ladies man, but around you? He's hopeless. A lost cause. Every time he's near you, it feels like his first very day ever interacting with another person.

From the way that your smile reaches your eyes whenever he makes you laugh with a stupid joke to the way that you always smell sweeter than the candy that he eats too much of, he's been a goner for you since the day he first met you.

And the worst part? You seem to know exactly how to make him blush.

As per usual on Friday nights, yours and Peter's group of friends is hanging out in the woods behind the mansion. You're all lounging around a bonfire that Scott works to keep going strong, talking amongst yourself in pairs.

"You know, I heard Warren telling Scott that he's planning on asking you to the winter gala," Jean snickers to you.

Peter isn't trying to eavesdrop, really. Jean just has zero volume control when she has any amount of alcohol in her system. He'd be able to hear every word she's saying even if you and her weren't sitting right next to him.

He twists the stem of the cherry flavored lollipop that he's sucking on, trying and failing to focus on whatever it is that Kurt's rambling on about. His body is angled away from yours, but he can feel the vibration of your low laughter from where your shoulder rests against his.

"What?" Jean demands when you offer no response other than some giggles and a shake of your head. "You've already turned two people down. You're kinda running low on options at this point.”

Peter had heard that you've been asked to the gala that Charles throws in the name of the X-Men every year. He couldn't lie, he was relieved when he'd found out that you had shot down the suitors - not that he'd ever have the balls to ask you himself. He had no desire to be added to the list of people that you've rejected to a glorified prom.

“So? I can go alone. Going alone is better than going with anyone who isn't the person that I actually want to go with,” you answer with a shrug of your shoulders.

Peter tenses at your words, his stomach doing a somersault.

“And who would that be?” Jean asks in a teasing voice, almost like she already knows the answer.

Before you can respond, Peter quickly shoots to his feet. Kurt comes to a sudden stop in the middle of a sentence, and both you and Jean turn to look up at him from where you still sit on the old, fallen tree that is being used as a bench.

“Where're you going?” You ask. Peter knows it's probably wishful thinking, but he can't help but think that there's a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“Back to the mansion. I've gotta take a whiz,” he retorts, hoping he sounds casual. Truthfully, he can't stand the thought of having to hear you say some dude's name in response to Jean's question.

“Since when are you above pissing in the woods?” Scott laughs as he piles some more branches onto the bonfire.

Peter shoots him an obscene gesture, about to bolt in the direction of the mansion when he feels your hand wrap around his from beneath him. You begin to get up, and he instinctively helps pull you into a standing position.

“I'll walk back with you,” you tell him as you drop his hand. “I'm going to grab a few more beers.” You smile at him in the orange glow of the fire and he forgets how to speak. He motions as if to say after you and you begin walking in the direction of the mansion.

He's fully aware that he could have the two of you back to the school in a split-second, but despite how nervous he gets around you, he'd never pass up the opportunity to spend a few moments alone with you. Living here, you're both almost always surrounded by other people. If it's not Jean, it's Storm. If it's not Storm, it's Raven or Hank. If it's it's not –

“I just had to get away from that,” you sigh when the two of you are out of earshot from the others. “I love her, but Jean can be kind of relentless,” you add with a small laugh.

“You can say that again,” he agrees, his voice mumbled from the lollipop stuffed between his teeth and his check. “Just the other day she was saying that I should ask someone.”

“Yeah?” You quip, a curious edge to your tone. “And are you going to?”

“Nah,” Peter shrugs, trying to play it cool. “Like you said, it's better to go alone than to go with someone who isn't the person you really like.”

“So what's stopping you from asking her? Is she already going with someone else?”

“No,” he answers, coming to a stop in the middle of the moonlit path the two of you are walking on. “She's not. But she's already turned down basically everyone in the school, so I don't think I stand much of a chance.”

Sometimes Peter starts a sentence without knowing where it’s going, but right now even he's shocked by his words. He's not quite sure where the bravery came from, but he can't exactly take it back now. You're not stupid - he knows you can read between the lines to deduce who he's talking about.

You come to a halt, turning back to look at him. He offers a small, nervous smirk and resists the urge to dash away before you can reply to his confession.

“Three people isn't basically everyone in the school,” you chuckle with one of those grins that could bring Peter to his knees. You take a few slow steps towards him, stopping when your chest is just inches from his. Your gaze flickers from his eyes and down to his mouth before you reach a hand up to his face and pinch the stem of his lollipop between your thumb and index finger, plucking it from his mouth.

His eyes widen in surprise, all but bulging out of his head when you pop what's left of the red lollipop into your own mouth. You swirl it around in your mouth, your plump lips wrapped around the stick.

“But for what it's worth, the whole school could ask me and there's only one person who would get a yes out of me.”

You pull the lollipop from between your lips and hold it back up to Peter's mouth, resting it against his bottom lip until he parts them - to speak or to accept the sucker, he's not sure. But he doesn't do anything to stop you when you guide it back inside his mouth, the flavor of the cherry candy and your saliva infiltrating his senses when it meets his tongue.

“Just in case you were wondering,” you shrug, and turn to continue your walk back to the mansion as if you didn't just make his heart combust in his chest.

He speeds after you, deciding that maybe Jean has a point - maybe he should ask someone after all.

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thanks for reading! this was my first time writing for peter, i'd very much appreciate comments/reblogs 💕

[viviansturns]

𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆

professor!matt x reader

cw: exhibitionism, overstimulating, dildo, vibrator, a lot of girlcum in general, humiliation, dom!matt, cum eating lowkey???, unprofessional relationship

!!! this is your warning, this is the craziest shit ive ever written !!!

also disclaimer, i do not think matt would ever do this irl in any universe, its just fiction, if you don't like it, scroll.

You hadn’t meant for it to go this far.

It started out as fascination—nothing more. Matt was sharp, uncompromising, and infuriating in the way he always seemed to expect more from you. He challenged you. Not just academically, but personally. He saw through the polished version of you that everyone else accepted.

It was subtle at first. Office hours that stretched longer than they should. Conversations that wandered off-topic. A shift in tone. A glance that lingered a second too long. You could’ve stopped it then. You probably should have.

But you didn’t.

And now, it was routine. Dangerous, secret, and entirely yours.

You showed up to class earlier than necessary, always taking the same seat. The others didn’t know. Couldn’t know. To them, you were just a high-achieving student sitting a little too close to the front. But he knew. And you knew he knew.

It wasn’t about provocation—it was about control. The quiet power in testing limits, pushing against silence, seeing how far you could go before something snapped.

You weren’t reckless. Not really. You chose what days. What toys. What risks. There was a system to the madness—just enough to keep you in control of losing it.

Today was no different. Except for the way your skin felt too tight, your thoughts scattered, your anticipation clawing at your ribs. You were already on edge and Matt hadn’t even entered the room.

The lecture hall felt colder than usual, but inside you burned with a heat that refused to cool. Your usual front-row chair awaited, and resting on the cushion was today’s cruel toy: a thick vibrating dildo, sleek and unforgiving. You swallowed hard, palms sweating, and slowly eased it inside, the immediate buzz setting your insides ablaze.

Crossing your legs tightly was no longer enough; the relentless vibration thrummed deep, pulsing against your wet walls, forcing your hips to betray tiny, involuntary shudders. The dildo’s head pressed right where you needed it most, its vibrations sending searing waves through your dripping core, making your panties that were pushed to the side soak faster than you dared imagine.

Around you, students whispered and shuffled, but your world shrank to the chair, the relentless buzz, and the impossible task of keeping silent. You clenched your thighs, biting down on your lip, fighting off gasps and moans that bubbled threateningly from your throat.

Then, right before everyone settled, Matt stepped closer and whispered. “Open your legs.”

Your cheeks flamed as you slowly parted your thighs, revealing the obscene, bulging dildo beneath your skirt. The vibrations intensified, pulsing rhythmically like a cruel heartbeat, each wave wringing fresh, hot pleasure from your soaked pussy.

The minutes dragged, every second a maddening torture. Your breath grew ragged, chest heaving with each burst of ecstatic torture. The dildo teased and tormented, pulsing relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to a breaking point you knew you couldn’t fight forever.

When your climax finally crashed down like a storm, it shattered your control. Your muscles clenched fiercely around the vibrating dildo, your body trembling in helpless waves as your release spilled out, dribbling over the dildo’s shaft and soaking your panties in a mess you could barely hide.

You dared not move. Not a muscle. Because if you stood now—strings of your own sticky, glistening cum would stretch from your sopping pussy to the chair.

You stayed frozen, breath trembling, cheeks burning, heart pounding wildly in your ears.

Matt’s voice broke through, cold and sharp. “You wait. No leaving until class is done.”

Around you, the room emptied, students unaware of the secret mess you were hiding beneath your skirt. When finally the room cleared, he stepped forward.

The lesson was far from over. Not by a long shot.

_____________

The lecture hall was empty now, silent except for the faint hum of the vibrating dildo nestled deep inside you. Your legs still parted, dripping wet and sticky, the slick mess coating your thighs and pooling onto the chair beneath you. Matt’s eyes gleamed with dark delight as he approached the front of the room. “Stand up. Slowly.”

You rose, every inch of you slick and trembling. The strings of your own release stretched as you lifted yourself off the chair, glistening in the fluorescent light like molten silk. You could feel the sticky heat dripping down your inner thighs, your soaked panties clinging desperately to the thick, pulsing dildo still buried inside you.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

You obeyed, bending over slowly, the skirt flipping up to expose your dripping, trembling pussy to the empty room. The vibrating dildo throbbed relentlessly, every pulse sending shivers through your trembling muscles.

Matt stepped closer, hands rough as they grasped your hips, pulling you flush against the desk. The cold surface pressed against your slick skin, mixing the cool hardness of the wood with the searing heat inside you.

“Show me how much you need it,” he growled.

With a hand at your waist and the other trailing down your thigh, he guided your hips, making you grind slowly against the desk. The vibrating dildo pulsed mercilessly, pushing you toward an impossible second climax as your slick dripped and pooled, smearing wet trails across the wood.

Your breath hitched, body trembling with the desperate need to keep quiet, every vibration pulling you tighter, your muscles clenching hard around the toy.

Then, without warning, his hand slid beneath you, fingers finding your dripping folds. The vibrating dildo pulsed harder, and your body jerked involuntarily, a soft, choked sound escaping your lips before you clamped your mouth shut.

He pressed his fingers deep, stroking slow and hard, and your back arched, hips grinding harder against the desk. The sticky mess dripped down your thighs, pooling on the floor as your second climax crashed over you — squirting all over.

When it finally slowed, Matt pulled back, voice low and satisfied. “Now, clean this up.”

Not saying anything, you stood up shakily and did. Your tongue flicked out, tasting the salty, sticky residue left glistening on the desk. You licked every drop, every slick trail, savoring the taste of your own need as the vibrating dildo slowly powered down inside you.

this is the worst thing iver written I think. WHAT EVEN IS THIS I DONT KNOW I WASN'T MENTALLY CONSCIOUS WHEN I WROTE IT

this is super unrealistic and matt would never do this so uhh idk

i'd rather kill myself then do my taglist because this shit is so embarrassing but i feel like some ppl might like it??

IDK IF YOU DONT LIKE IT JS SCROLL PLS

dividers by @/enchanthings