#Brake Friction

[tooies]

turns out if your car breaks down on the highway someone you've never met will pull off the road to help you. world is awesome and so full of kindness. also i seriously need to get my car checked out that was scary

[bblbrakes]

Impact of Friction Materials on Brake Durability - BBL Brakes

The durability of your vehicle’s brake system is largely determined by the brake parts used, particularly the friction materials that form the essential contact surfaces. These materials play a pivotal role in ensuring that the vehicle stops safely and efficiently, but they also influence the overall lifespan of the braking components. In this blog, we’ll explore the impact of friction materials on brake durability and the importance of choosing the right materials for your vehicle's braking system.

Understanding Friction Materials in Brake Parts

Friction materials are the substances used in the brake pads or shoes that come into contact with the brake rotor or drum. These materials are specifically engineered to provide the necessary friction to decelerate the vehicle. They are made from a variety of compositions, including organic, metallic, and ceramic compounds, each offering distinct benefits in terms of braking efficiency, heat resistance, and wear characteristics.

The primary function of friction materials is to convert kinetic energy into heat, which is dissipated during braking. The effectiveness and longevity of these materials significantly affect the performance and durability of the entire braking system, particularly the brake parts like pads, rotors, and calipers.

The Impact of Friction Materials on Brake Wear

One of the most critical ways friction materials influence brake durability is through wear. When the brake pad presses against the rotor, friction generates heat and causes wear on both the pad and rotor surfaces. The type of friction materials used determines how quickly this wear occurs.

Soft friction materials, like organic compounds, tend to wear down faster, requiring more frequent replacements of brake parts. In contrast, metallic and ceramic materials offer superior wear resistance, leading to longer-lasting pads and rotors. However, these materials may come at a higher cost, but their durability often outweighs the initial investment in terms of reduced maintenance and extended brake life.

Heat Management and Its Effect on Brake Durability

During braking, friction materials generate significant heat, and their ability to manage this heat directly impacts brake performance. If the heat isn’t efficiently dissipated, it can lead to issues like brake fade, which occurs when the braking surface becomes too hot to maintain effective friction. Overheating can also cause brake parts like rotors to warp or crack, reducing their overall lifespan.

Ceramic friction materials, for example, are known for their excellent heat dissipation properties, making them ideal for high-performance vehicles or heavy-duty use. The better a material can handle heat, the less likely it is to cause damage to other brake parts, ensuring the system remains effective and durable over time.

Noise, Vibration, and Harshness (NVH) – Friction Materials and Brake Comfort

While the primary function of friction materials is to stop the vehicle, their influence extends beyond performance. Friction materials also play a significant role in the noise, vibration, and harshness (NVH) levels of the braking system. Materials that are too soft or poorly engineered can create excessive noise and vibrations during braking, which can be distracting and reduce the overall driving comfort.

Quality friction materials, such as those used in premium brake pads, are designed to minimize NVH issues. This not only improves comfort but also helps maintain the integrity of the brake parts, reducing the risk of premature wear or damage that could otherwise affect the brake system’s durability.

Conclusion: Optimizing Brake Durability Through Friction Materials

Choosing the right friction materials is crucial to ensuring the longevity and performance of your brake system. Whether you opt for organic, metallic, or ceramic materials, it’s important to consider how each type impacts wear, heat management, and overall brake comfort. By selecting high-quality friction materials, you can significantly improve the durability of your brake parts, reducing maintenance costs and enhancing safety.

At BBL Brakes, we understand the importance of durable and reliable braking systems, and we offer high-performance friction materials designed to keep your brakes working efficiently for longer.

[commercialvehicle1]

Durable Frictional Parts for Long-Lasting Performance | TGP India

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[beiasluv]

forbidden fruit | Charles Leclerc

a/n: new to the f1 communityy 😬 apologies for any term or idea i got wrong. female!reader. no proofread! enjoyy 🤍

summary: the princess of mercedes and the prince of ferrari, what could possibly go wrong?

“y/n! y/n! she’s in her last turn! leclerc’s trailing behind! can he do an over take?”

splashing champagnes and listening to the dutch national anthem were never your favorite of winning a podium, but who cares?

you were on P3 and charles leclerc was not.

perhaps retelling the story of your rivalry with the monégasque driver would take a whole frustrating, aggravating, and lengthy year for us to get through; and perhaps it was for the best to leave it where it is, never to be touched, but to reminisce with a needle of cringeness poking through your heart.

although an honorable mention to verstappen, for taking the lead role of leclerc’s personal favorite rival.

it was all an inchident, of course.

smirking back to the driver in a flashing, scuderia ferrari, red fire suit, you could only feel your ego bubbling to the top of your throat. charles leclerc was staring. and staring hard. what a shame you couldn’t even take out your phone and take a snippet of his raging glance. what a fun sight for the whole news headlines to see.

‘charles leclerc, envy and jealousy…’

of course, he couldn’t lash it out. how could he? would the handsome, young, and talented ferrari driver want to ruin his reputation in the media? obviously, not.

of course, you knew it all too well. every day you wake up with the tip of a knife, aiming at your throat, ready to nick you anytime you take a wrong step on the luxurious path of an f1 driver. being the only female driver on the grid makes your life a thousand times more challenging.

but who were you to be a nitpick?

the media loves drama. we all do. perhaps it was a little bit more entertaining to see what you are wearing when the races had gone wrong. what hairstyle were you wearing for the big race? or, maybe, just which driver you were dating on the grid this season?

never once you could escape the dating questions or all the bullshit misogynistic attitudes from the journalists, press, media, and, well, …you name it.

perhaps you have to give it to leclerc for never going easy on you just because you are of a different gender.

“congratulations on P3, y/n,” max turned towards you and gave you a pat on the shoulder; simultaneously, bringing you back to reality.

“t- thanks.”

—

“you win this one, l/n.”

he took off his helmet, and clutched it loosely to his side. the cheeky smirk plastered on his face. the eyes searched for the depth of yours.

only you knew how much pain it was for him to force his lips to create such a soft and fake smile for the thousand camera lenses, waiting to catch the two rivals lacking. bumping into leclerc after the race, fresh and full of adrenaline, alone in the hallway of the track was never an enjoyable experience to endure.

“good race, leclerc,” you muttered out as many PR and drivers walked past you two.

“same to you.”

what a shame your PR manager ushered you out for the media room before you two could give a shot of throwing hands - elegantly, of course.

—

“good work on the qualifying round, l/n. return to the garage. over.”

“copy that,” you tapped your headset, notifying the engineer of the prestigious mercedes team.

driving for mercedes in f1 could count as your biggest dream since the karting days. and the race won against ferrari was a - personal - success.

slowing your baby down, and pressing the brake mechanism of the car, you came to a halt as the friction overpowered the tires. one or two seconds later, you could hear the mercedes team rushing and scurrying over to your parked position to collect you back to the mothership.

“take her back, guys!”

the screaming of your fans nearby erupted as you ascended out from the cramped space of your f1 seat. taking your helmet off, and waving to them; you gracefully jumped down from the car and headed towards the mercedes headquarters.

a long walk, but who are you to make a fuss?

an f1 driver should have no problem walking a couple of miles. oh but how annoyingly a group of fans quickly crowded over you and blocked your ways…red flags, horses, and charles leclerc faces. clearly, you knew whose fans they were.

fussing, grabbing, and pulling, you were harassed, unfortunately. autographs, hats, pictures, postcards, and questionable stuff were pushed into your face.

“y/n! please! sign my shirt!” “get the hell away from charles!”

“charles deserved p3 today!” “l/n!! l/n! say hi to my dad! he loves you!”

trying to fulfill all of their requirements, you realized you had found yourself in the sea of scuderia ferrari fans. it is an unspoken fact that you were the rival of charles leclerc; you could say some fans were more enthralled by that fact than others.

“y/n! what do you think about charles? are you guys dating?”

sometimes you hate technology. the cameras pointing at you reminded me of the knife you carry mentally with you every day. it could gain you thousands of thousands of likes in a few tiktoks or perhaps get ready to say goodbye to your f1 position.

“…we’re not talking. in any complicate way,” smiling through the pain you signed the cap that was shoved into your face. gosh, mercedes. where was your security?

your patience could only last so much until one fan decided it was worth it to grab your hand and pull you down for an instagram-worthy photo. and he possibly thought the best way to execute it was to, firstly, seize your waist. how thoughtful of him.

“fuc- please don’t-”

“y/n! i love you!”

man-child was not having it. sweaty and clammy hands could send chills down your spine if you didn’t know.

“please-”

smile through the pain. smile through the pain. it was all part of the job, at the end of the day. the fans still won and you were just a doll for f1. breathe in, breathe out.

he pulled his iphone 7 out of his pocket, painfully slow; slower than the ferrari’s pitstops. his side was squished to yours. the cologne, the smell, the sensory, everything-

“hey, hands off.”

you could say it was the first time you were glad to see charles leclerc from your entire life; wearing his race suit sluttily around his waist. leclerc - being leclerc - stunned his fans, leaving a big hole in the crowd around you.

he was reaching out for your waist; surprisingly, in a way you were pleased, and pulled you out of the red crowd. and just like magic, the security came rushing in and ushered the mob of fans away from the scene.

wearing that stunned face of yours, you regained consciousness and your rival emotions. clearing your already cleared throat, charles took it as a signal to let go of your waist. how suddenly you realized it was all happening over the armor of your fire suit.

thank god.

“..thanks”

“no need to thank me,” the competitive tone made its way through his annoying lips again. scoffing, he looked at you with his hand clutching his helmet by his side, “i don’t understand why they need to adore you this much.”

how rude.

“for the record, they are your fans, leclerc,” you scoffed offendedly, and your hand found its natural place on your chest; clutching for dramatic effect.

“what did i do to deserve such loyal fans, l/n…” not even looking at you he smirked under his nose. “they shouldn’t be acting this way, no?”

he looked over at you, seeing you in your distressed state and a chuckle left his lips. the cameras settled on the stands far away in the distance and stared at you two, they were definitely on.

shit.

this is going to end up in the headlines.

—

“check out your new title…” your manager cleared his throat as you nervously waited.

“you can’t just leave me hanging here!”

placing your phone in your lap your hands returned to the comfort of the steering wheel. twisting and turning, you maneuvered your mercedes inside the driver's garage.

“calm the fuck down! i’m pulling out the source for accuracy,” you swore you could see your manager rolling his eyes. “wait for it…‘charles to the rescue. mercedes and ferrari, love or rivalry?’”

“shut up.”

“i can send you the links.”

“please don’t,” you sighed as you looked over your shoulder to slide into the parking lot like a distinguished f1 driver. “…the devil works hard, but the media works harder, or what?”

“we could use a little PR for mercedes, y’know?” the crackled chuckle left your phone.

please.

“the signal is shit in the parking lot, i’ll see you at the paddock. bye.”

“alright, be quick.”

gathering your bag and phone, you checked your face one last time in the rearview mirror and opened the car door. unfortunately, the infamous ferrari entered the parking lot with its signature roars, as you stepped out of your car.

the devil had worked hard once again. walking to your trunk, you kicked it open and snatched some of your essential stuff for the race. and who would’ve thought charles leclerc could park his car in under 20 seconds?

not to mention, it wasn’t straight. (oops)

getting out of his car, he checked his hair and fixed his shirt. obviously, aware of the paparazzi lurking around the track’s garage for the big day, and hoping to sell a couple of pics for something a little more than a couple of bucks. perhaps an even better price for them if they caught you and your rival having a ‘friendly’ chat.

don’t get close to him. don’t get close to him.

“what a coincidence,” leclerc approached your mercedes as he locked his ferrari with its infamous beeping.

“how so?”

smirking back at him, you slammed your trunk closed and shut off; locking your car in the same manner. catching the glimpse of his eyes you made it your personal goal to escape him as fast as you could possibly can.

flicking your head away and taking off, the path inside the track was as empty as you hoped it could be.

“slow down, i just wanna talk.”

“leclerc.”

“you walk too fast,” you swore if you looked back and he is grinning. “you trying to escape from me?”

fuck.

“got a problem with that, leclerc?”

his dark green eyes met yours after you decided the risk was below the ‘manageable’ level to turn around.

“no,” he grinned at you. how you wish you could smack it off of his face. “i jus’ want some company while walking to the track, no?”

company, my ass.

clearing his throat, he looked at you, “you’re a pretty good rival though.”

gaining a nod and a smirk from you leclerc was cut short of his run time as his PR manager came to collect him to the ferrari garage. how sad. his messy hair, the confidential wave, and two eyes met yours one last time before you decided to head to the mothership of your mercedes headquarters.

big trouble, y/n. big trouble.

—

“y/n, we neeed to talk.”

the paddock was usually quiet upstairs, all the mechanics and engineers spent their time in garage down below. only toto, george, lewis, your manager, and their managers, and - obviously - you would spend time up here. also. is every private manager in the world annoyingly scary and friendly at the same time or what?

sitting down next to you on the black sofa of the mercedes headquarters by the pitch, you were face-to-face with your lovely manager.

clearing your nonexistent anxiety, “…yes?”

“look…the media is starting to notice your relationship with charles…”

“and..?”

“and,” he crossed his arms, “we need to work on keeping this situation private…it could affect your reputation. maybe after the soft launch phase is over, you can publicize it…if you want to, obviously.”

the fuck?

“…what are your thoughts?”

he looked into your face, not a single thought behind it. somehow the racetrack outside the notoriously big, shiny window of the mercedes paddock suddenly gained your attention, and he restored to snapping his fingers in front of your face.

“what-? oh right- for fuck’s sake! we’re not in a relationship!”

“and what about those paparazzis’ pictures? I thought we agreed on sharing every ‘public’ detail about your life with me?”

“first of all, privacy. second of all. you believe that?! anthony! you’re my manager, i would’ve told you if i was dating a ferrari driver!” grabbing a quick breath,

“do you think i want to date the reddest of all flags on the grid?!”

“yeah? but that’s not the impression the media got,” he said. “even max! max verstappen thought-”

“who cares what max thinks!” you thrown your head back on the sofa.

“PR could be good, but we don’t know if it’s going to blacklash-”

george russell. he walked up to you two arguing on the black sofa and smirked at you; clearly, he heard your talks about ‘the reddest of all flags on the grid.’

“shut your mouth, russell,” sighing sarcastically as you could and you turned to your manager, who was having the time of his life.

“I’m not saying anything,” he raised his hands defensively, grinning the shit out of the corners of his mouth.

“I’m a driver, not a play doll you could match-make for the team’s reputation. hell. doesn’t charles have a girlfriend?”

anthony pulled out his phone and scrolled through ‘something,’ “yes…charles…has a girlfriend, PR relationship?”

“what do you mean?”

putting his phone away, “doesn’t matter. but what the media care about is to get a story out of nothing.”

“…and?”

“you have a reputation of being a private figure, and you're an expert in keeping it that way. we just need to do that until the end of the season.”

george chuckled sarcastically, "she seems angry at us, guys.”

“i am. and i’m not dating anyone for mercedes. done,” you stood up from the sofa and beelined towards the door. “also. i’m telling toto.”

and someone finally heard you this time. the whole room’s atmosphere seemed to tense up as someone entered the door.

toto wolff.

“is there a problem, y/n?” toto asked as george smirked at the unfolding situation.

you swung your head towards the origin of the sound and cleared your throat, “your employee, mr. wolff, is trying to matchmake me with a ferrari driver.”

toto chuckled.

toto chuckled?

“so there is something between you and charles?” he raised his eyebrow at you. expectedly, george was holding his laughter in for his dear life.

“why does everyone thinks that we’re dating?! even toto?!”

“so you’re not dating leclerc?”

“no!”

congratulations. you have successfully crashed onto the sofa once again, groaning your pain out.

“she’s lying,” george chimed in.

“I. am. not.”

how surprising that george’s back kissed the sofa as you tackled him jokingly down. a moment of silence for toto to watch many of his best drivers tackle each other like it’s a normal day in kindergarten.

“are you sure you are not dating, leclerc?”

last straw. you clutched your bag and left george dysfunctional on the couch. walking past the room, you glanced back one last time and said with the best sarcasm, “i’m not. and I’m not dating him for mercedes. done! I’m a driver, not a doll!”

slamming the door shut, you headed for your private driver’s room.

"she's angry at us…” george chuckles nervously; obviously, with a hint of joy.

“no shit sherlock”

—

edit: part 2

part 2?? reblog, like, whatever the heck you want would be appreciated 😘

today’s a great day to take care of yourself, lots of luv 🤍

[thef1diary]

What You Need | D. Ricciardo

Requested by @imacutiepatootie “thought about Daniel with what you need by the weeknd, like maybe with smut idk just him and the weeknd 🤭”

Warnings: 18+ smut, daniel and his filthy fucking mouth, mature language, fingering, reader cheats on unnamed bf with daniel, penetrative sex.

Pairing: daniel x fem!reader

wc: 2450

Note: literally had no idea how to summarize this

Looking back at your house one last time for the night, you focused your gaze ahead of you.

I just want to take you there

You spotted the bright blue McLaren parked further ahead, away from your house and already had a smile gracing your face.

As many times as you told him to drive a less flashy, unrecognizable car whenever he's coming around to your place, he would never listen.

You walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. As soon as you turned to greet him, he was already looking at you with the most beautiful smile you've ever seen.

Before you could utter a word, his lips were already on yours, but you weren't complaining at all. A small groan left your lips, having missed the feeling of his soft lips.

He don't gotta know where

"Hi Danny," you muttered against his lips once you separated but your foreheads were still touching.

"Hey sweetheart," he whispered back, placing a brief kiss on your forehead before parting away completely.

As he began to drive and focused his gaze on the road, yours was still on him.

"You had to bring this car?" You asked, attempting to look stern but he just chuckled.

"Only the best for my girl," he held your hand, bringing it closer to his lips before placing a light lingering kiss.

Does he touch you here like this, this, this, this?

"What if someone sees? Or worse what if he sees?" You ask, still suspicious of being caught by the person who was your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend was unfortunately not the one sitting next to you, but he was at home, already sleeping due to an early morning shift at work tomorrow.

Daniel sighed but didn't say a word. Stopping at a red light and spotting no other cars around, he placed both of his hands on your cheeks, bringing you in for another kiss.

Let me take the friction from your lips

This time, it was slow and sensual. He knew you well enough to know he could make you forget about your lover you left at home with a simple kiss from him.

There was some light music in the background, but all you could hear were his low grunts as you lightly grazed his bottom lip with your teeth. You teased him further by slightly pulling it, before letting go and pressing your lips harder against his.

There were few streetlights around, making the sin you're committing with him seem more enticing in the dark.

The red turned into green, and Daniel parted away. Fortunately, there weren't any cars as he looked at you for a moment too long before releasing the brake.

And I'ma love you girl

"you were saying?" Daniel asked, a cheeky grin on his face as you failed to remember the topic you were speaking of moments ago.

"It's not important if I forgot," you shrugged, sitting back in your seat properly but your sights never moved away from his face.

As he continued to drive, the streetlights illuminated his face perfectly.

The way you need

You trailed your eyes from the curve of his nose, to his sweet soft lips that you just can't get enough of, down to his neck.

You couldn't help yourself but reach over to his side and place one of your hands behind his neck before attaching your lips right underneath his pulse.

For a moment, he was allowing your actions but then he blinked and realized that he wouldn't be able to drive in a straight line if you continued.

Ain't no one gon' stop us

"Baby," his voice had deepened and you internally smiled at how your actions affected him. But you didn't stop.

You grazed your teeth down his soft skin before using your tongue to drag back upwards. "I missed you so much, darling," you muttered in his ear.

While one of his hands remained on the steering wheel, the other settled on the back of your neck to pull you away.

"Behave," he instructed sharply, but both of you knew how much it affected him as he shifted in his seat.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, choosing to behave for now, but you would resume your ministrations later.

His hand that held the back of your neck was now resting on your thigh as you sat back down properly. "Are you in the mood for some ice cream?"

Ain't no one gon' stop us

You nodded, "I'm also in the mood for something else."

"I know, but unless you want me bending you over the hood and fucking you while everyone around us watches, be patient."

You clenched your thighs together, forgetting that his hand was resting there until it was too late. He smirked, "you want that? Want to show everyone how fucking wet you get for me?"

"Only you," you shook your head and slid your hand down to cover his, slowly moving it closer to where you need him the most.

And I'm gon' give you girl

Although he riled you up further, he continued driving until he reached the drive-thru line, a few cars up ahead.

Once he started strumming his fingers on the steering wheel, matching the beats to the music playing, you knew he was intentionally ignoring you.

You should've been used to it by now. At how he riles you up til your soaking and needy for him, and then he praises you for doing so well.

But you weren't. You just needed him and your patience was running thin.

What you fiend

His hand inched towards the inside of your thigh, moving higher. You held your breath, not wanting to say anything that would make him move away.

Four cars were queued up in front of Daniel's McLaren.

His fingers lightly skimmed over your clothed pussy, feeling the heat through your shorts.

You couldn't help but whine as he retracted his touch, instead teasing his fingers across the waistband. He pulled it away before letting it snap back in place.

"Danny," if he didn't do anything soon, you were convinced that you'd combust.

He looked over at the pout hiding your smile, and laughed at your state. "That desperate?"

You closed your eyes before nodding, giving him what he wanted. But then, your eyes quickly snapped open when you felt his fingers slip underneath the waistband, teasing your folds over your panties.

I'm the drug in your veins

"Fuck, you're so hot," he almost gasped once he felt the damp patch, wishing he could see it.

Three cars ahead, and Daniel didn't even stop moving his fingers as he released the brake pedal for a brief moment.

His own restraint was slowly breaking apart, especially after feeling what he did to you.

His fingers skillfully moved your panties to the side, finally dipping the tips of his fingers in your wetness as he glides through your folds.

The back of your head hit the headrest, eyes rolling back as you tried moving your hips closer to his hand.

You shifted your hips forward, giving him more access to your body. This allowed him to dip his finger deeper, almost to the second knuckle.

"Fuck Danny," you moaned, your hands eager to hold onto something as the pleasure radiated through your body.

Just fight through the pain

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, his gaze stuck on the way your pleasure takes over your expressions. The heat rising on your cheeks, reddening them. The little bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

"Spread your legs," Danny swiped his finger through your folds once more before stopping his movements until you listened to him. 

You brought your right leg up, the heel of your foot against the edge of the seat while spreading your other leg.

Despite spreading your legs, Daniel could feel how your pussy was attempting to clench around his fingers, wanting to envelope them.

He gave in, not inserting only one but two fingers. One of your hands grabbed his arm to ensure he doesn't pull away while the other made its way to the headrest.

He's what you want, he's what you want

Only two cars in front, and Daniel looked at you with a mischievous smile as an idea popped into his mind.

"Cum on my fingers before I order, or I won't let you cum at all tonight."

Your eyes widened as your head snapped to look at him but before you could protest, his fingers curled just right, making you let out a loud moan.

He laughed at your desperation when you started grinding yourself on his fingers.

While his fingers were deep inside you, his palm teased your clit. Moving ever so slightly in circles, making your vision blurry as you fought to keep your eyes open.

"Please Danny," you pleaded, wanting his help.

I'm what you need, what you need, what you need

"What do you need sweetheart?" He asked even though he knew the answer, he just needed to hear it from you.

"I need you, your fingers," your voice was beginning to become hoarse.

As soon as those words left your lips, he slipped in a third finger without any resistance.

He couldn't thrust his fingers faster due to your shorts restricting his movements so he resorted to thrusting deeper.

He's what you want, he's what you want

There was only one car remaining before it was his turn to order.

Daniel replaced his palm with his thumb rubbing your clit, bringing you oh so close to your sweet release.

You groaned his name, "so close, 'm so close" you muttered, not being able to string a proper sentence together.

"I know baby, let go," he dragged his middle finger against the inside of your walls, finding the spot that made you quite literally see stars.

As Daniel pulled up to the drive-thru speaker, you had become putty in your seat. His fingers remained inside you, stilling, while his thumb continued rubbing your abused clit in slower circles.

He looked at you once he ordered the ice creams, pulling his hand out before lightly tapping your lips with his wet fingers.

You eagerly opened your mouth and lapped your tongue around his finger, tasting every last drop of your own cum.

He reached over quickly to press a kiss to your lips. "You were so fucking good for me," he whispered in your ear before driving forward to the window.

I'm what you need, what you need, what you need

Your mind was wandering in the blissful nothingness with a smile on your face so you didn't realize when he paid until he held the ice cream cone in front of you.

He continued driving until he found a secluded spot surrounded by nature. Daniel turned to face you, a smile growing on his face as he listened to you speak, and a small part of him hoped that he could have you like this everyday.

But he quickly dismissed that thought knowing that if he mentioned it, it would ruin the mood for the rest of the night.

Instead he focused on your tongue darting out to lick the ice cream, the white creamy sweetness gathering in your mouth.

If you weren’t looking at him as you did the action, he would’ve thought it was unintentional. But your teasing smile told him otherwise.

You flattened your tongue against the cream, making direct eye contact as you dragged it upwards. You watched as his own eyes darkened, and he brought his face closer to yours.

“Do you want some of my ice cream?” You asked him, seeing as he already finished his.

He nodded, but instead of taking the cone you offered, he kissed you and used his tongue to take the melted ice cream gathered on your tongue.

“You’re so fucking needy, made you cum and you still want more?” He gripped the back of your neck, his thumb right on your pulse point feeling the beats quicken.

I'm what you need, what you need, what you need

“Fuck yes, I need you so bad, don’t you want me?” You looked up at him with the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen.

He didn’t respond, pulling away and opening the car door. You watched him with confusion but it all made sense once he opened the passenger door and helped you out.

“Need you so bad I can’t wait anymore,” he placed his hand on your lower back before pulling you into him.

He trailed his lips down the side of your neck, inhaling the familiar scent of your body wash. Your arms rested on his shoulders, a hand crawling into his hair.

I got everything you want with me

Daniel grasped your hips, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist and you obeyed easily.

You hadn’t adjusted your panties back in place, so your wetness stained your cotton shorts making it stick to your skin. He settled you on the hood of his McLaren, pulling you even closer.

You tilted your head back to look at him, your hands teasing the waistband of his pants.

I do everything he does times three

As the light rose, the darkness began to fade. The sin you had committed many times before with Daniel was hidden in the darkness, but for the first time, you had spent the entire night until early dawn with the man you had begun to love.

Daniel had bent you over the hood of his car wearing nothing but your shirt barely covering your ass as he thrusted in and out at a steady pace.

You rested your cheek against the warm hood, but it was quickly pulled back as Daniel had wrapped your hair around his fingers.

“So good, fuck you feel so good Danny,” you whined, feeling your pleasure tenfold as you forgot how many times he made you cum.

He leaned over you, bringing his lips near your ear as he whispered, “better than him?”

Your eyes rolled back as he thrusted deeper, and you nodded. “Yes, better than him,” there was no doubt that Daniel was better than your boyfriend in so many ways, and now you began to question why you’re still with him.

And he don't gotta know

Unbeknownst to you, your phone had been buzzing incessantly on the car seat. Loads of messages and a few calls, all from your boyfriend as he only had one question; where are you?

[peterspinkrobe]

Confession - priest!Miguel O’Hara x Reader [part 2]

Word count: 2,270 (oops)

Rating: mature for suggestive content. Mentions of masturbation. You have a dirty mind… tsk tsk. Religious content. Mentions of parental death (sorry for not tagging last time).

A/N: Thank you for your feral support in reading part 1! The art above is again by @Ejpuki on twt. They drew this moment from part one and JUST LOOK AT IT! They also did a pre-reading which I greatly appreciated. Go support them over there <3 I only tagged the people who explicitly stated bc I don’t want to overstep. Also, I guess I should watch Fleabag? Enjoy! part three is cookin’ in my noggin’

// Psalms 32:3-4

When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy on me;

Rumbling sounds drone from the engine in a constant hum as the bus wheels roll down the asphalt, occasionally shuffling the passengers inside. Yourself included.

The wheels in your mind are conjuring images of too much skin, friction, and want. The mental pictures… different positions and other things that you’ve only read about - all featuring the same tall deacon from your small church.

You curse yourself for both your overactive imagination and forgetfulness for having left your headphones at home. Some loud music would drown out the whir of the bus and push out the flashes of lewdness that plagued you.

Reverend O’Hara, you learned that’s what transitional deacons are usually called after inquiring about the proper title on Google the second you got home from that communion, occupied the majority of your mind. He took up residence in your thoughts without even asking permission and you didn’t know the proper way to absolve your sanity of him. It had only been two weeks since you’d met him, two Sunday services, but you were hooked. This trip into the city was supposed to get you out of the house and help clear your mind of its recent inhabitant.

The methods you were currently using were certainly of no help. Nearly every night, for the past two weeks, you’d given into temptation. Allowing the streaking images of what you could only envision his toned body looked like to remain longer in your mind’s eye. His thumb on your lip, the quick swipe across - became more inquisitive of the inside of your mouth in your imagination. You pressed into yourself and thought of those long, thick fingers. You carried yourself away on highs with only his hands in mind. You yearned to baptize him in your waters.

You buried fingernails into your palms to ground yourself as the scenery outside the bus began the change drastically, pulling you out of your daydream.

Your hometown along the Catskill Mountains was enveloped by the natural world - tucked into valleys of the vast countryside. In the three weeks you’d been back home, you had already gotten used to surrounding greenery. You’d forgotten the toll that city expansion was having on the rows of vegetable and orchard farms in the surrounding areas.

Your gaze out the window watched tree lines and grassy hills give way to glimmers of futuristic architecture as the bus entered Nueva York. The rhythm of wheels on tarmac became a backdrop to the din of honking horns, shouting pedestrians, and blaring sirens. You had only recently left a city not too different from this one, but the drastic change in landscape from the mountains made your head spin. The inertia of the bus braking and accelerating over and over on the intersecting streets only added to the motion sickness. You recognize the next stop as the usual one you and your mother used when coming into the city. You quickly get off the bus, blessing the steady ground underneath as your boots hit the pavement.

Towering structures of carbon fiber and glass dominated the skyline, some illuminated by bright neon light displays, others blending into the afternoon sunshine. Advertisements for fast foods, fast money, and fast cars flickered on screens everywhere. You look to where the bus carried you from and, in contrast, the countryside stretched out, calling you back. Despite the slight familiarity in the maze of metal, the sudden change in surroundings made you slightly anxious.

The steady stream of citizens didn’t help your nerves either. You take a moment to get yourself together before following the foot traffic flow up a familiar street.

Your eyes recognize a food spot from a bygone era and you can’t help but smile. You picked up the pace as you headed to the establishment your family used to frequent. Timeless Treats is still here?! You pull on the long handled door and a wave of music, chatter, and sugar hit you at once. Much more pleasant than the waves of anxiety from moments before.

Entering the quaint eatery, you’re transported into a cozy atmosphere reminiscent of an old fashioned diner. A cheerful man at the front waves you in and shouts for you to ‘sit where ya want!’.

You recognized the vintage decor: rusted signs with cartoon mascots and ads for ice cream floats that cost only $2. Imagine! You select one of the smaller retro tables with two stools and hear a jukebox play a song you don’t recognize but tap your foot along to.

There was more to this diner than what it seems at first glance. A few more glances noticed the subtle touches where the diner had embraced the future where it mattered, with high-tech kitchen appliances that helped the staff immensely. A holographic menu pops up across the portion of the table you're sitting at and you slide your finger along the options.

This bakery specialized in delicious treats with a futuristic flare, with many favorites being popular since the establishment opened generations ago. Your eyes fell onto the pastry menu and your curiosity piqued as you ordered the ‘Time Traveler’s Torta.’

All the hustle of the city had occupied your mind until you were sitting alone at the table. Your eyes scanned the other occupants and you wondered what they were all talking about with their sugary sweets. It made you think of him again.

Dammit. A whole ten minutes without thinking of Reverend O’Hara, that’s a record! You couldn’t help the images of Miguel that fluttered now. Only this time you pictured him sitting at the table with you. The two of you share a dessert and you smile at the thought. You visualize his thumb coming to your face to wipe whipped cream from your lips only to plop the finger into his own mouth. That moment as mass replayed in your mind with differing flavors of spice on repeat.

The torta arrives and you gawk at the presentation of the treat. A classic cake with layers of light vanilla sponge, intricately placed swirls of sweet cream cheese frosting, and decadent chocolate sauce. This sweet was the perfect balance of timeless and futuristic as it sat on an oblong, ornate plate.

You savored the flavors as you ate and continued to imagine a date with the deacon. You ask yourself if deacons can even date and the thought pulls you out of your delusions for a moment. Get it together…

As you scooped the last bits of the pastry into your mouth, you pondered your dilemma. Mom always said that confession cleared a clouded consciousness, but there was no way you’d divulge this information to her. Her hypothetical reaction to your crush on a clergy member makes you shiver.

An idea comes to mind that makes you think to yourself that you’ve really gone mad.

The madness pushes you from your seat after paying for the dessert. There’s a slim chance what you’re looking for is actually there considering the cities expansions. That doubt doesn’t stop you from following a semi-recognizable path down the busy streets.

Every tall figure you pass makes you do a double take. The idea of the deacon brushing alongside you making you smile. You turn a corner as your imagination creates sweet scenarios with Reverend O’Hara and stop in your tracks. You cause people behind you to push into your back and spit harsh murmurs at you.

It was still there.

You were surprised for good reason. You were headed towards a relic of past times, nestled between buildings of glass and metal. There was some scaffolding supporting it as the building you headed towards was centuries old. Other than that - the structure you now stood and stared at jutted towards the sky in the old brick and mortar style you were used to seeing in your hometown.

But the Cathedral of Nueva York wasn’t like the humble church in your hometown. The ornate bell tower and large cross atop the chapel in front of you proved that. The only thing to change about the building was the name as the state itself saw many changes a few decades ago - including the name of the actual city.

You find yourself reminiscing on the few times you’d been to the church as you walked inside. Your family used to attend the fancy Easter services and Christmas plays. Those trips stopped after your father passed, and your mother rarely came to the city at all anymore. You remember seeing pictures of them on their wedding day at this very church. Priesthood is a tight knit group and Father Steen knew the head priest, who extended their church for their wedding services.

Given it was a weekday afternoon, there weren’t many souls inside. Despite the numerous options for seating, you sat in your usual middle pew, aisle seat.

You eyed the part of the church that had brought you here in the first place. The confession booth. Its cherrywood exterior made you think of those eyes that bore into yours that day of communion. You shake your head but the visual remains.

The church in your hometown didn’t have a confessional booth. Even if they did - why the hell would you confess there? To the subject of your lustful desires? So many questions and doubts enter your mind.

Could you really do this? Confess to a priest that you pined over a man in his chaste brotherhood? Think of the judgment!

Another thought occurs to you: their whole shtick was that only one entity could do the judging. And it was confidential. If you received some good ol’ fashioned Catholic scolding and Hail Mary’s, maybe that would be enough to get you back to your senses. Reverend O’Hara is a man devoted to God and cannot be hindered by the whims of a degenerate like yourself.

Emboldened by the potential to relieve yourself of your corrupt thoughts, you stand and approach the far right front of the church. The confessional is smaller than it looked from how you remember as a child and teen but it doesn’t stop you from nearly yanking the door open. You don’t even knock.

Thankfully no one is on the confessing side as you burst into the tiny box. The confined space became even smaller as you closed the door behind you quickly. Your mind races towards impure thoughts of the deacon pressed against you in the tight booth space. His height would force him to bend slightly over you and the visual almost knocks you onto the bench which would probably be right at crotch level…

You remember the times you’d done this before and cry out the usual, “Forgive me, for I have sinned and it has been many years since my last confession…”. Who were you even asking for forgiveness? You think for a moment about the last time you were in this booth. You felt so guilty about stealing from the general store all those years back. This was a different kind of confession. This would hopefully absolve yourself of the sinful attraction to the forbidden.

You start light, fumbling over the words, “I’ve gotten drunk and high, uh, a good bit while in college. I lied to my mother and got into major trouble as a result. I’ve been selfish and lazy.”

The anonymity and the release of it all lit a fire under you and you kept going.

“While I’m in this confession booth, and I know it is a sacred and holy place”, you sigh and hear shuffling on the opposite side of the wall, the priest waiting patiently on the other side. “I’ve been struggling with my faith and don’t believe in god…”

You hear the clergyman start to interject but the voice that comes out of you has a fierce tone.

“I’m not done.” Now it was the priest’s turn to sigh and you see movement through the small slits in the partition, but hear nothing else. You continue. The most scandalous part to admit had yet to be said.

“Father, I’ve been lustful over the deacon at my church.” There’s silence on the other end and before embarrassment can take over you continue, “I’m constantly thinking of him and having impure thoughts that drive me to-“ oh god, here it is

“Touch myself. Daily. With this deacon on my mind.” You can’t stop the heat from painting your cheeks a deep red.

“I feel guilty because he isn’t for me to think that way about. From just the two times I’ve seen him, I know he is a good man who does good things. He’s on a path towards righteousness. He’s worthy.” To your shock, you feel tears form and they begin to fall.

“I’m a sinful nonbeliever. Definitely not someone he could be with, unworthy of devotion of any kind. And I’m not good.” Your breathing becomes shaky as the tears fall harder. Despite the fact that you feel your words are the truth, you can’t help but imagine him there now. Comforting you as you cry.

Now that you’ve finished confession, you expect to hear an outburst of disapproval or at least ‘50 Hail Mary’s’ to absolve you of your confessed transgressions.

But that’s not what you heard next.

You hear your name. You hear your name in that sweet music that’s been ringing in your ears the last week or so. This time the musical tone is cautious. Your mouth hangs open in disbelief as your eyes glue to the wall where the music came from.

To confirm your suspicions, you grab the knob on the partition and yank it back.

Through the small window you see a familiar pair of eyes analyzing your face, heavy with worry.

Reverend O’Hara had just taken your confession…

I pray you liked this, dear reader.

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[tomuraeater]

— game night

cockwarming your bf :p sex w/ shiggy

no quirk au! shigaraki x fem reader

— hanging out at your boyfriend Tomura’s place, he teaches you how to play Mario kart using special strategies ;)

cw: fem reader! smut, nsfw 18+ cockwarming, unprotected sex, Creampie, mentions of pet names (baby + princess)

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“I wanna play too! Teach me!” you whine, clinging to your boyfriend’s arm as you watch him finish a Mario Kart match. You nudge him playfully, your fingers tracing patterns on his arm. “Come on, I know you’ve got some secret tricks up your sleeve. Show me how to be a pro like you.”

Tomura smirks, slightly motioning his head inviting you to sit on his lap, “alright, idiot, I’ll show you.” He loudly sighs patting his hand lightly on his thigh.

Tomura rolls his eyes as you sat down, wrapping his arms around your waist gently. keeping you close to him.

You smile eagerly, softly pressing your back against his chest, perfectly fitting in his arms. He always carried an irritated demeanor but you knew how to get under his skin.

“Okay the controls are pretty simple - you’ve got your A and B buttons for drifting or item usage, the right trigger is gas, and the left is your brake.”

He then moved his hand on yours, placing it on the controller, making sure you were holding it correctly. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, his breath tickling your neck.

“Okayyy, so like this?” You eagerly press buttons, making your character's kart swerve and bump into random objects. You laugh at the silly graphics, squirming in his lap.

“No, not like that.. You’re just making your character go left and right, stupid..” tomura softly chuckles shaking his head. He guided your hand back onto the controller again, his voice a bit stern.

“Look pay attention, try to control the way you press the buttons. See here,” He mumbled, his gaze fixated on the screen, trying to ignore the way you moved in his lap.

Your character swerved and got dunked by another player, “uh, hey?! How do I throw something back?!” You ask frustratedly, shifting again unintentionally in his lap.

He quietly groaned under his breath, feeling your movements grinding against his crotch. His long soft hands suddenly grip onto your waist, firmly holding you in place. He clears his throat, “Uh That’s called a blue shell, which is a power-up that targets the player in first place and knocks them down. Only the players in the middle and last places can access it. Got it?” He softly huffs, focusing his attention on the controller and back to the screen.

Something about tomura explaining a game in depth, focusing his attention only on you, while intently watching your moves riled you up. His firm grip on your waist as he lightly grazes your skin, spark up a mischievous idea. Through this Nerdy guy’s aloof attitude, you knew how to grind his gears.

You start playing a practice round, intentionally squirming and shifting your ass, back and forth on his crotch. Swerving the controller, collecting the coins and knocking other players down. “I’m getting it, right tomu?” You shift your head batting your eyelashes while smiling slyly.

He could feel his hands twitching from how you were grinding on his lap, making it hard for him to focus on the game. His jaw tighten, feeling his patience thinning down. He gritted his teeth as you tried to bat your eyelashes at him, trying to act innocent, but he knew better.

“You’re doing it right, but quit moving around so damn much.”He mutters, his voice strained, almost holding back a soft moan, you thought. His ears turn a hue of pink, traveling to his face, you just wouldn’t stop moving.

You continue to tease him, riling him up more as you increase your condescending movements. “This game is so fun, any other tricks I can learn, tomu?” Grinning amusingly, as you see his expression change.

His breath hitches as you grind on him, your patronizing intentions tormented his now, growing erection. The constant friction of your ass onto his dick was deteriorating his temptations. He shakes his head, firmly gripping onto your waist, yielding your movements. “Don’t play coy with me, I know what you’re doing,” “this is how you’re getting my attention, huh?” He sternly yet breathlessly said against your ear. His poor cock confined in such a tight space between his pants, look what you did to him.

“I’m trying to teach you how to play the damn game, and here you are, grinding on my dick, acting like a brat,” he growls, his voice low and husky in your ear. His nails dig into your plush curves, sending shivers down your spine. You lean back, feeling his breath tickling your neck.

“I’ll be good, Tomu, please teach me,” you plead grabbing his arm, glancing at his hard dick and back to his face, yours eyes, glistening with need. “Behave and quit moving, if you want me to teach you properly.” He hisses in delight as his lips find a sensitive spot on your nape. His slender hand travels underneath your shirt, fondling your breast. While his other, tugs at your shorts with deliberate care.

“You’re such a tease, you know that? Wearing these tight shorts.” He grunts, yanking them off. You eagerly lift yourself from his lap as he unzips his fly, revealing his leaking, swollen cock. The sight of it makes you drool, licking your lips while you gaze behind him.

Holding the base of his cock, he positions you to align with him, his grip tightening on your waist as a reminder of his rule: no moving when he teaches. “Tomuraaa, hurry,” you whine impatiently, trying to slyly rub your cunt against his tip. “Ah, ah what’d I just say?” He pokes at your waist, eyes darkened yet glistened with desire. You were already soaking wet, your walls aching and desperate to be filled by his length. His teasing only fuels your need, making you crave his touch even more.

“s-shit,” he stutters as your pussy engulfs his dick little by little. Your tight walls burying him further in, riling you up. “hahhh..” you gasp out leaning back against him lightly bucking your hips. Hissing between his teeth he tightly grips onto your waist. “Don’t move.” He mutters, huskily against your ear. God your pussy was amazing, he tried to maintain focus on the game, disregarding the intense pleasure circulating his dick.

The warmth of your walls hugging him in, quickened your pulse. You grip onto his hoodie sleeves, slumping your head back on his shoulder. the pleasure was overwhelming, his dick twitching inside your soaking cunt made you just want to ride him. “mm, f-fuck.” You softly gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

Tomura rested his chin on your shoulder, his grip on your waist remaining firm. Your intoxicating fragrance, needy behavior, and the way your perfect pussy sucked him in made it nearly impossible for him to hold back. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself, feeling the warmth of your body against his. Every instinct screamed at him to lose control, but he fought to maintain his composure, savoring the delicious tension building between you.

“To master drifting it’s all about timing. You want to start your drift before the turn, then hold it until the sparks turn blue. That’s when you release for the boost.” His voice carrying a hint of a smirk. He guides your hands, pressing buttons on the controller. “Your turn.” He softly whispers, his hot breath against yours, in a teasing manner.

“mmm okay,” your mind blank, you swallow hard, responding breathlessly. How were you going to focus when his thick cock was stuffed inside you like this?! Your pussy pulsing, begging for movement. You attempt, mimicking his movements, your fingers deftly move over the controller, slyly moving forward to get the least amount of friction. “hahhh.. I-I almost did it, right?” You bite your lip, relishing the short epiphany of pleasure.

His arm grabs ahold of you pulling you tighter and closer, “not quite, you gotta feel the rhythm of the track.” He nonchalantly says, amusingly smirking at your expression. “Dont act like I don’t know what you’re doing either, princess.” Softly chuckling, his breath tickling your neck, gripping your waist.

The only rhythm you wanted to feel was the pumping of his cock in and out of your pussy, thrusting you till your mind goes blank. You groan frustratedly, this is what you wanted right? You clench your jaw, gripping the controller as you feel your heat getting wetter, his dick perfectly against your walls, made your tolerance cut down immensely. You don’t know how much patience you can handle anymore.

“Shortcuts make a huge difference, knowing each track is crucial! Look here, the rainbow road has a hidden path, if I go through here… I save seconds off my lap time!” His tongue sticks out as he controls, talking you through the technique, He slightly jolts up smirking. His dick twitched from the slight shift in movement, your pussy still pulsing recklessly.

“mmmph,” you moan covering your mouth, eyes tightly shut, desperately savoring the pleasure. You just wanted to be pounded into right at this moment. You couldn’t bare much longer, his cunning voice and explanations tipped you over the edge.

He lightly taps your thigh , getting your attention. “Hey, focus baby. I thought you wanted to learn some shortcuts and tricks.” He nuzzled your neck, kissing you teasingly.

“f-fine,” you sigh defeatedly, you desperately search for the slightest amounts of movement and friction. But to your dismay, tomura kept a tight hold, restricting you.

“You gotta be bold and take risks—” Tomura cuts himself off, intently watching your expressions. Feelings of guilt linger in his mind. Though he thoroughly enjoys watching you squirm, whine, and behave so obediently, he decides you deserve a reward. He’s close to the edge too, his dick pleading for movement. The tightness of your walls clamping around him feels too amazing to resist.

With a loud sigh, he droops his head, with half lidded eyes peering at you, your head slightly slumps. “Baby, you doing okay?” He teasingly asks. You stay silent, your legs twitching as the sensation increased overwhelmingly. You stayed true to his words, resisting your own urges. But god you needed to be fucked now.

He breaks the seconds of silence: “Lessons over, you’ve been a good girl,” He chuckles softly. Sneaking his hand to grab your tits, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. Your eyes glistened, heat immediately rushing to your pussy, your ears perked up. “I have been tomu!” You whine out as you sloppily kiss him back. Moving slightly on his dick, moaning in his mouth, “need you now, please!” You tug at his hoodie sleeves pressing yourself back against him.

“mkay, you deserve it,” he murmurs, moving you to face him as you eagerly straddle his dick. Your hands intertwine with his, your tongue slightly out as he pulls you in for a kiss. “Yes, yes, yes,” spills from your lips as you needily kiss him, your pussy clenching around his dick, finally relieved to be pleasured.

“Ride this dick, make ‘m feel good.” He lustfully mumbles against your neck. You immediately shift up and down, your wet folds sucking his dick in and out releasing squeals from your lips. His dick hitting the right spots that were patiently waiting to be touched, satisfied you intensely. “f-feels ‘s good,” You whine out throwing your head back.

“fuck y-yeah,” tomura moans as he watches your tits bounce up and down. Your ethereal expressions with your mouth slightly agape, hair sexily parted, and lewd sounds of pleasure turned him on so bad. The way your pussy engulfed his dick so well taking his shape and form ever so perfectly circulated bliss across his body. The provocative squelches of his dick being slammed into your puffy cunt satisfied your hunger for lust.

“ ‘s good for me baby, such a good girl,” he squeezes your hands tighter biting his lip, his dick pumping in and out of your dripping cunt, a captivating sight. Moans flying out your mouth as you pound him into you, clenching him in tightly as he slips in and out of you, his tip perfectly hitting your sweet spot. “ ‘m a good girl, just for you, tomu!” You slurred out, feelings of euphoria wash across your body.

“Yeah? Your gonna fuck the cum out of me then?” He breathlessly smirks, now grabbing your waist as he maneuvers your body, rolling your hips as he harshly rubs your clit. “mmmph, y-yes fuck!” You loudly moan, the pleasure was overwhelming, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles as his throbbing dick thrusts into you with a fast rhythm.

“come on baby, you can do it.” He encourages you as you ride him so well. Your hands now tightly on his broad shoulders as you bounce up and down on his dick, quickening your pace. “tomuuu,” you whine forehead slumped on his shoulder.

“Getting tired, princess?” he chuckles softly, his voice laced with amusement. Placing his hands firmly on your ass, he shifts to thrust his dick into you, his movements deliberate and powerful. The sensation of you getting off on his dick had been intoxicating, but now it was his turn to take control. The way your body responds to his touch, the sounds you make, and the look of pure ecstasy on your face all drive him wild. He relishes the moment, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge.

“You feel so good, fuck, you close?” he mumbles, pulling you closer, your bodies pressed tightly together. You exchange sloppy kisses as you shake your head needily. “Mhm hmm!” you moan, biting your lip. Your ass smacks stickily against his balls, the squelch of your pussy being filled by his cock in and out igniting your lust.

“Yeah? cum with me baby,” he pants out groaning as he pounds into your puffy cunt reaching closer to his climax. You grip tightly onto his shoulders enduring the intense pleasure as you feel your climax approaching. “oh f-fuck” “tomu you make ‘m feel ‘s good!” “gonna cum!” You babble nestling your head against his neck, curling your toes.

“ ‘M cumming, baby, fuck!” Tomura’s pace staggers as he fills your pussy with his thick load of seed. He gazes up at you intently, eyes dark with desire, watching your chest heave up and down. Each thrust is deliberate as he savors the moment, his cock sliding in and out, prolonging your ecstasy. You ride out your high, your nails digging into his shoulders. As you approach your orgasm, your body tenses, toes curling in pleasure. A wave of intense sensation crashes over you, and you cum hard, your pussy contracting around his dick, milking every drop of his seed. “Hahhh ‘m cumming tomu,” you pant in and out, pulling him into a kiss.

The room mingled with sounds of heavy breathing and wetness as you kiss eachother passionately. Tomura looks at you sweetly as he tucks your hair behind your ear, taking in your beauty. Your flushed skin, sweat glistening on your soft flesh, and cute swollen lips. “hahh my good girl, you listen so well.” He breathlessly says holding you close inches away from your face. You giggle softly smiling ear to ear, “I’m a quick hands on learner ya’ know” you cross your arms closing your eyes pridefully holding your head up high.

He laughs softly, poking your waist. “Well, since I know a couple of tricks now, let’s race!” you exclaim with a smirk. He playfully rolls his eyes. “Okay, but we both know who the sore loser is gonna be. You can’t beat a pro like me,” he grins cunningly. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll see about that!” you reply, playfully punching his shoulder and giggling.

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This one was so fun to write I need him so bad omfg >_< I hope u guys enjoyed this lengthier one!!! also I’m open to be mutauls dm, message ask me anything <3

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[Natasha]: My sweet Baby. (NSFW)

• You took your long awaited four-day vacation, for which you had saved your money for two years. That you had almost no money would be an understatement. You just manage to get through your college with two part-time jobs (for which you get far too little money).So what happens when you meet the most successful CEO in the world in an unknowingly overpriced café?

[Natasha] : Mafias Mistress (NSFW)

• Your life takes a drastic turn when you accidentally meet Natasha Romanoff, who lives a mysterious and seductive life behind her facade. Despite Natasha's initial resistance, your light and attraction ignite a fiery romance that sets both your worlds on fire. But as your love grows stronger, so does the danger, especially when you discover Natasha's true identity. Surrounded now by wealth and danger, you become the new center of Natasha's universe and your bond is put to the test.

[Natasha]: I hate you! (Angst)

• You were glad you escaped the hell trip. Even if it wasn't entirely your merit. You could finally smell the freedom you could only dream of before. However there was one person that disliked your presence since the moment you stepped foot on the campus. No matter what you do, you always get on her bad side. What happens when you find out the truth about her and she about you? Will her rivalry turn into your jobs or will it become something else?

[Natasha]: My sweet Student. (NSFW)

• You read and you dreamed about it. What if you fall in love with your teacher (who is also twice your age) and you can live your dream? She shows you your deepest sexual ideas and lives them out with you. On the shelf with the books and hello reality.

[Natasha]: Kingdom of secrets (NSFW)

• A story unfolds in the realm of celestria in which the younger Princess Y/n Dawn finds an unexpected connection with Lady Natasha Romanoff, the kingdom's revered and feared first female knight. Natasha, a skilled warrior known for her bravery on the battlefield and icy demeanor, is tasked by the king with protecting his daughter. As Natasha watches the princess grow, a complex and unexpected bond emerges between them that transcends the boundaries of age and status.

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[Natasha] Trust. (Angst/Fluff)

• You dealing with drug addiction post the loss of your girlfriend, Kate. Natasha aids you through withdrawal, relapses, and recovery.

[Natasha] Together. (Fluff)

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha is helping you through exams

[Natasha]: Afraid of loosing you. (Angst/Fluff)

• Natasha is your girlfriend of two years and is always overprotective over you. So what happens when you both get under an attack which priority it is to kill the black widow?

[Natasha] Paramedic. (Angst/Fluff)

• you have a motorcycle Accident and Natasha is a Paramedic

[Natasha] One step at a time. (Angst/Fluff)

• Natasha and the team help you cope with the loss of your leg.

[Natasha] Lines Crossed.(Fluff) Pt 2 (NSFW)

• Natasha and you are Enemies till you get hurt.

[Natasha] Fury and Friction. (Fluff)

• You both deny your feelings to each other and it leads to Anger

[Natasha] Whatever it takes. (Angst/fluff)

• Football!Player Natasha thought youre playing her and wants to brake your Heart first

[Natasha] I see you. (Angst/Fluff)

• You thought the forced marriage would be the end of you. But it turned into something more.

[Natasha] Walking through Fire. (Angst)

• Natasha can't handle your job and eventually regrets ending the Bond you once had.

[Natasha] Trough Darkness. (Angst/Fluff)

• You and Natasha meet a little girl who will need your help later.

[Natasha] Showing everything. (Fluff/Angst)

• Natasha is supposed to get close to you for an undercover mission. But she falls in love.

NSFW

[Natasha] Apologize.

• Natasha let you apologize to her employees

[Natasha] Reward. | Pt. 2

• Coach! Natasha x Player!Reader

[Natasha] Happy anniversary.

• Sugar!Mommy Natasha celebrates her anniversary with Sugar!Baby Reader

[Natasha] Oh, Baby.. | Pt. 2

• You break Natasha’s first rule. (NSFW)

[Natasha] Teacher!Nat x Teacher!Reader

• In a school where Prof!Natasha and Prof!Reader teach different languages, they have quite the contrasting reputations. Despite their differences, Natasha and Reader engage in playful flirting at work..

[Natasha] Cure.

• You got infected with the sex pollen and a red haired ..acquaintance offers to help you.

[Natasha] Distraction.

• Smutty hate sex with Boss!natasha and her assistant

[Natasha] Hidden.

• Natasha gets to know the real you.

[Natasha] Lesson.

• Jealous Natasha is teaching you a Lesson

[Natasha] The Van.

• G!P Natasha sits you on her member during a trip

[Heated] Heated. PT2

• It's Hate right?

[Natasha] Interrogation.

• Natasha use a different Method to get informations about you

[Natasha] Morning.

• you wake up a little too needy

[Natasha] I'm not going anywhere.

• Bodyguard!Natasha is falling in love with your stubbornness

[Natasha] Mine to Use. Pt2

• you habe to pay off your depths to Natasha

[Natasha] The Ticket.

• The officer had a good offer to let you trough your ticket

[Natasha] Never say Never.

• Your father's best friend, who is twice your age, has feelings for you

[Natasha] Never letting you go.

• You thought you were too late. But Natasha comes back to you.

[Natasha] Relaxing.

• Natasha ka giving you a Massage ans it leads to more.

[Natasha] Footage.

• Natasha fucks you inside the quinjet while the security cameras are filming.

[Natasha] Healing Touch.

• You are faking your orgasm. Natasha is helping you tobget a real one.

Natasha and Wanda:

[Natasha] Reversed.

• Natasha is dommed for the first time.

[WandaNat] Unholy. (NSFW)

• Wanda is a stripper and Nat took an interest in her

[WandanNat] Something different. (NSFW)

• Natasha and Reader are Dating and have a threesome with their friend Wanda

[WandaNat] Save Heaven. (NSFW)

• Natasha and Wanda are both fucking Reader and their Aftercare

[WandaNat] Bond. (NSFW/Fluff)

• Reader is calling out the Safeword

[WandaNat] Truth and Desire. (NSFW/Fluff)

• You got infected with a truth serum and they use it against you

[WandaNat] Helpless Desire. (NSFW/Fluff)

• Tied to a chair, you have to watch them pleasure themselves

[WandaNat] Comfort. (NSFW)

• They Comfort you after a Horror Movie and got inspired by a scene

[WandaNat] Lights out. (NSFW/Fluff)

• You calling your safeword

[WandaNat] The Widow and the Witch. (NSFW)

• The two mafia bosses want to find out who can make you feel better

[WandaNat] At your Pace. (NSFW/Fluff)

• The two women take your virginity and your father comes in

[sugawhaaa]

JUNHAN ONE-SHOT

☆"Promise me you'll be quiet,"☆

Pairing::dom!junhan x sub!fem!reader

Warnings::SMUT, VULGAR LANGUAGE

genre:: rushed, fingering, squirting, no protection, public sex (???)

A/N:: this is low key terrible and it's been rotting in my drafts for so long so I may aswell post it.

Junhan and the members were backstage talking with the staff about the outfits for tomorrow and all of the setup and set lists. You stood next to Junhan and you held his hand discreetly. Tomorrow was the start of their Break the Brake world tour and you were there to hype them up while they rehearsed but currently, your hormones had other plans.

As you held Junhan's hand you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together for some friction but all it did was catch Junhan's attention. He is very attentive and he instantly knew what this meant. He bent over to your ear.

"Do you want to go to the dressing room?" He asked calmly and you grinned. You nodded shyly. Junhan notified the others saying that you weren't feeling good so you needed some water and needed to sit down. Once you got into the dressing room Junhan locked the door and threw off his jacket. He crossed his arms with a playful smirk. "Let me guess..." he said softly as you squirmed in front of him.

You sigh. "I was watching you practice and I couldn't take my eyes off you and ugh why is my boyfriend so hot," you whined and Junhan chuckled, unlocking his arms.

"And why do I have such a needy girlfriend," he laughed before playing with your hair. He pulled you into a soft kiss before parting from your lips to speak. "We have to be fast okay?" He said as he started taking off your shirt. "And promise me you'll try to stay quiet?" He smirked knowing that you were terrible at keeping quiet. You nodded and took off your pants. "Do you want to stand or sit?" He asked softly.

"I'll start by standing," you blushed and leaned against the walls. You grabbed the hooks above your head for support. He pulled down your panties and quickly licked his middle finger before easing it inside you. You wanted to scream at the feeling of his ring guard stretching your tight walls but you held back. Little whimpers escaped from the back of your throat as you covered your mouth. Your heart raced as his whole finger slid inside you.

You swallowed harshly as his finger circled inside you. You felt your legs quiver as his finger ran over your G-spot. You grabbed his shirt harshly and clenched the fabric. You threw your head back as his cold ring guard roamed around inside you. He then curled his finger and you moaned loudly. You threw your body onto him and buried your face in his shoulder.

"Shh baby~" he whispered in your ear as his finger went deeper inside you due to the new position.

"I-I'm sorry," you said as you gritted your teeth. He curled his finger along your G-spot and you almost screamed from the pleasure. You held back and clawed at Junhan's shoulder while covering your mouth with the other hand. "Do that again," you stammered "P-please," you whimpered and Junhan smirked. He curled his finger again before uncurling in the same spot.

You clenched around his finger and felt an orgasm building already. He was one finger down and you already felt like collapsing in pleasure. His thumb went to your clit and started rubbing circles lightly. That plus the sensation of his finger curling on your G-spot continuously was enough to make you cum all into Junhans hand. He seemed surprised by this. He removed his finger from you to see cum dripping all down his hand and between your thighs. Your legs were still shaking slightly.

"We're only one finger down and you already came so much," he chuckled before picking you up and setting you down on one of the leather couches. After you got comfortable he inserted two fingers into you. You arched your back and grabbed onto the couch's arms. He slowly pulled his fingers back out before pushing them back in quickly. He continued to do this before building a nice pace. You bit your wrist to suppress your moans when you heard the drums and a guitar from the stage.

"Junhan. They started practicing-ah!" You started talking before he hit your G-spot harshly. "C-Can I moan now?" You blushed as he continued to thrust his fingers into you. He chuckled at how desperate you were to moan.

"Sure," he smirked and you instantly let loose. You moaned loudly as you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. Junhan used his spare hand to run circles along your clit again. He watched you as he bit his lip, admiring how you co-operate for him. You arched your back up into his hand before finally releasing. Moaning loudly. He took his fingers out to find your cum dripping down from your legs onto the black leather couch.

He worried a bit about how he was gonna cover that up but that was a future Junhan problem. Right now his main concern was being able to fuck you senseless. He wasn't usually this eager to be so intimate with you but something was different in him. Junhan rubbed his finger up and down your folds before kneeling down.

"Junhan?" You bit your nail as you looked down at him. The sight turned something on inside Junhan. He sucked your clit as he gave you a look that said "Yes baby?" You blushed as your legs tried to jerk shut. "I want you inside me..." you blushed. He looked at you surprised. Throughout your relationship, you had never had actual sex in a somewhat public. It was just mouths, and hands but you wanted to take the next step. If he was ready of course.

His lips left your body and his hands held your thighs as he thought about your proposal. "If you want to," he smiled at you and your heart beat out of your chest. You nodded and Junhan stood up. You positioned yourselves on the couch accordingly and Junhan seemed so nervous as he loomed over you. "Tell me if it hurts," he said as he lined up his tip to your entrance. "You ready?" He asked you worriedly.

"Yes," you nodded and he slowly entered you. His cock was so big it stretched your walls quickly. You moaned loudly and grabbed onto Junhan's long black hair as you gritted your teeth.

"You okay?" He said as he stopped moving into you. You nodded with a whimper.

"Keep going," you blushed as you moved your hands to his shoulders, clawing at his skin. He threw his head back and seethed through his teeth.

"Damn the members are gonna scold me for this," he chuckled before leaning down to kiss your neck softly. You grabbed his shoulders again and your nails dug into his back. He let out a soft groan at the feeling. "I need to go practice," he said hoarsely with desperate eyes.

"Just a little longer please," you whined as you grabbed his shirt harshly. Junhan let out a scoff that basically told you he wasn't even thinking about leaving you yet. You felt a knot building in your stomach as he continued to bury himself into your G-Spot. You arched your back off the couch, rutting your hips into his. "Fuck! Yes," you moaned loudly as Junhan breathed heavily. "I'm close," you whimpered as you felt yourself clench around him.

"Me too," he whimpered before pounding into you and finally the band in your stomach snapped. Your juices sprayed onto Junhan as your body contorted. He quickly pulled out and followed suit, his semen shooting onto your stomach. Junhan covered his mouth in shock at the mess they had created. "I'm sorry," he apologized and looked around for a cloth or something to clean you off with. You grabbed his head and kissed him passionately. You pulled back and smiled at him.

"You need to go practice. Go put your clothes on and I'll worry about this mess," you patted his head and he nodded.

"As long as you're sure. I can help you clean up it's no big deal-" you finger over his lips and shook your head.

"I got this, you always clean up at home. I can handle this," you smiled and Junhan kissed your forehead quickly before collecting up his clothes. He swiftly put everything on and rushed out the door. You looked at the couch and sighed. How were you supposed to "handle this"

Junhan went out on the stage and put his guitar on over his head and the members looked confused.

"Are you okay?" Jungsu asked, turning to junhan.

"Mhm, why?" Junhan smiled and tilted his head.

"Your face is red and you're kinda...sweating," Gaon said looking back at Junhan. Junhan put his hand to his forehead.

"I was running onto the stage because I was late that's probably it," he shrugged and looked down at his guitar.

"Your shirt is wet too," Jungsu pointed out and Junhans face grew red as he looked down at his shirt.

"I spilt some water," he chuckled awkwardly and the members raised a brow.

"Why do I not believe you," gaon smirked before turning around to play his guitar.

[bblbrakes]

Why Brake Parts and Friction Materials Matter for Safety

When it comes to vehicle safety, few things are more critical than the braking system. The performance of your vehicle’s brakes is directly linked to the quality of the brake parts and friction materials used. Without well-maintained and high-quality components, your ability to stop quickly and safely could be compromised, leading to dangerous situations on the road. Let’s explore why these elements matter for safety and how they work together to ensure your vehicle is ready to respond when you need it most.

The Key Brake Parts That Ensure Vehicle Safety

A vehicle’s braking system is made up of several key components that all work in tandem to stop your car effectively. These include brake parts such as:

Brake Pads: These are the most vital component for stopping power. They press against the rotors, creating the necessary friction to slow the vehicle down.

Rotors: Attached to the wheels, these metal discs work with the brake pads to stop the vehicle by converting kinetic energy into heat.

Calipers: These clamp the brake pads onto the rotors to create friction and slow the car.

Brake Lines and Master Cylinder: These parts ensure that brake fluid is properly distributed to each part of the braking system.

Each of these brake parts plays a crucial role in ensuring that your vehicle can stop when needed. Any malfunction or degradation in these components could affect your ability to brake effectively, increasing the risk of an accident.

Friction Materials: The Heart of Braking Efficiency

At the core of effective braking lies the concept of friction materials. These materials are responsible for creating the necessary friction between the brake pads and the rotors to bring the vehicle to a stop. There are different types of friction materials used in brake pads, including:

Organic Friction Materials: Made from a blend of materials like rubber, carbon, and Kevlar, these are often quieter and gentler on the rotor.

Metallic Friction Materials: Composed of metal shavings, these friction materials are more durable and perform better at higher temperatures.

Ceramic Friction Materials: A high-performance option that offers both durability and quiet operation, commonly found in premium vehicles.

The choice of friction materials is essential for both the performance and safety of your brakes. High-quality materials ensure that the brake system can handle various driving conditions and stop your car quickly and safely.

How Brake Parts and Friction Materials Work Together for Maximum Safety

For your vehicle’s brakes to function at their best, brake parts and friction materials must work together seamlessly. The friction materials in the brake pads generate the necessary resistance against the rotors to slow down the vehicle. When these materials are paired with well-maintained brake parts, such as rotors and calipers, the braking system functions smoothly and efficiently.

However, if either the brake parts or friction materials become worn or damaged, the entire braking system could be compromised. Worn-out pads may not create enough friction, while damaged rotors may fail to distribute heat properly, leading to longer stopping distances and reduced safety.

The Impact of Poor-Quality Brake Parts on Safety

Using poor-quality brake parts can have serious consequences for your vehicle’s braking performance. Low-quality friction materials can wear out quickly, reducing their effectiveness and causing the brakes to become less responsive. Additionally, subpar brake parts like warped rotors or faulty calipers can lead to uneven braking, increasing the risk of accidents.

For reliable safety, it’s essential to invest in high-quality brake parts and friction materials from trusted manufacturers. At BBL Brakes, we understand the importance of top-notch braking components, ensuring your vehicle is equipped for the best performance and safety.

How Proper Brake Maintenance Contributes to Long-Term Safety

Regular maintenance of your vehicle’s brake parts and friction materials is essential for long-term safety. Routine checks and timely replacements help prevent the wear and tear that can lead to brake failure. Always pay attention to signs of wear, such as squealing, grinding, or reduced braking power, as these could indicate that it’s time to replace your brake pads or inspect other brake parts.

Conclusion: Prioritizing Brake Parts and Friction Materials for Safety

In conclusion, ensuring that your vehicle is equipped with high-quality brake parts and friction materials is vital for both your safety and the safety of others on the road. These components work together to deliver reliable braking performance, and their maintenance is key to preventing accidents. Always choose trusted brands and maintain your brakes regularly to ensure that your vehicle’s braking system is functioning at its best.

[commercialvehicle1]

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[howi99]

Yang: So uh Jaune, i heard from Ruby you were some kind of genius?

Jaune: Me? A genius? *Laughing* Yang, have you finally started making jokes that are funny?

Yang: *awkward laugh* Y-yeah, right, a joke. Say, i hypothetically would like to make Bumblebee a bit faster but the motor keeps overheating. Got an idea how i could fix i-

Jaune: use Ice dust infused cooling liquid, change the fuel composition from only fire dust to half fire dust, a quarter wind dust and a quarter stabilizer, the brake could be enhanced by using gravity dust steel alloy since it would increase friction without damaging the integrity of the pieces.

Yang: -T... How did you-

Jaune: Oh i tried my hang at mechanic when i was 9. It was fun but sadly my mom told me i couldn't go to the cool place with all the part to make more vehicles. Something about trespassing on federally owned land.

Yang: uh... Neat.

[katsukiizmoon]

♡ Sparring , dry humping, degradation, you’re in public?, the use of the word ‘bitch’, you cum on his thigh lol, unedited

♡ k.bkg + f!reader

Sparring with Katsuki takes a turn. You call him a bitch, tell him you’ll beat the brakes off him and wipe the floor with his smug face. And you do it just to watch his crumble.

It’s just fun to rile him up. Especially when there’s people around. He gets so worked up it’s funny.

His face heats as his eyes narrow and his chest puffs up with air. Pops fly from his palms and it doesn’t take long before he’s launching himself at you. A big hand grips your wrist. The other wrapping in your hair and pushing you down.

In seconds, you’re cheek is squished against the floor with your arms behind your back. Your wrists sit directly above your ass, meeting in the middle. A thick thigh slots between your thighs as the air is forced out of you all at once.

And you can hear his breathing, feel his thigh against your clothed pussy. Because you’re an idiot and didn’t let yourself fall. Your hips still high in the air, flimsy workout shorts doing nothing but making it worse.

Katsuki’s cock throbs in his pants at the sight and feel of you. The heat of your folds is squished up against his thigh and it’s his own damn fault.

You wiggle in his hold and it makes things worse. So, so much worse. Your core slides against his thigh and it makes your clit beg for more. Your workout shorts feel sticky.

“Who’s the bitch again?” He pants, determined to make a point.

Your pussy squeezes around nothing and your clit throbs. He slides his thigh back momentarily. There’s a damp area over your shorts when he looks down. A low groan leaves his lips and he, still determined, pushes his thigh back.

“Me—“ you breathe, hips shifting on instinct to get more friction, thighs trying to squeeze together. You fight it but it feels good. The heat in your belly pools and feels thick.

“Again.” Katsuki is unrelenting, but his grip in your hair relaxes. He quickly adjusts himself and prays to every god under the sun that you didn’t feel the weight of him against the back of your thigh.

“I— fuck- I am.” You grit, wiggling more and only making it worse. There’s a voice in your head telling you to stop moving before you cum. You ignore it, stupidly. Thinking he doesn’t notice.

He leans forward, right near your ear. The drag of your wet, sticky, covered pussy over his sweatpants isn’t nearly as subtle as you think it is. While you’re moving your arms a little to feign an attempt to escape, he knows you’re stronger than that. If you wanted out of his hold you would have lifted your back leg to kick him in the balls.

“You’re about to cum on my thigh, aren’t you?” Katsuki purrs, low and slow. Your hips freeze and your eyes widen.

“No.” A lie. You squeeze around nothing again and soak through your workout bottoms completely. You’re so close it hurts.

“Oh, I think you are.” His massive thigh pushes forward, sliding against your clit.

Your eyes roll back and you squirm in his grip. His hands around your wrists tighten, free hand pressing against your mouth so you aren’t to loud. His dick is so hard it fucking hurts. You finish with what feels like a heartbeat against his thigh, making the inside of your shorts even stickier than before.

Someone comes into the practice room— Eijirou. Saying something about a new game he bought, inviting the two of you over.

Katsuki grunts in response.

“Try again later, loser.” He pretends, ignoring the persistent matter in his sweats leaking precum.

He releases you and rolls you over, throwing his hoodie on top of your hips and thighs. You are a sight to behold. With Puffy lips, you try to catch your breath.

“Put it on, hurry the fuck up.” He grits, trying to cover the very obvious proof of your previous arousal before someone else sees

Eijirou approaches with a quirked brow “your… hoodie?”

“Loser hit her period.” He lies. You thank him in the back of your head a million times over and run off to the bathroom to change.

[lesbianslvt666]

hiii i saw that your requests are open🤞🏼 ok one thing i can’t get out of my head is reverse cowgirl with ellie ,, like we all know she’s an ass girl so i think she’d love it

Cw: smut with a bit of plot, birthday girl Ellie, StrapOn!(both kinda?) cum! and spanking and something more but i am too sleepy to remember

The night before Ellie’s birthday you were still struggling to find something to gift her, i mean is not like she has everything or that she was too picky with gifts, but you wanted to make it special.

it was her twenty first birthday and your friends couldn’t come over for a party (her birthday was on a Monday), you wanted to make her day happy still. Until Friday which was when the surprise party was gonna take place, so you needed something to keep her entertained until then.

You looked up from your phone, calling Dina for any advice, but as you were walking back to your place from work you stumbled over a sex shop.

“Hello?” Dina was calling for your name over the phone.

“I was gonna ask you something but i think i found the answer, talk to you later Dins” you hanged up the phone, didn’t let her even say her goodbyes and.

Your eyes scanned the place, small but fun.

Colored LEDs separating different sections.

The gay section had pink lights, the kinky section was lit with red lights and the lesbian with purple ones.

Aha!

Long strap on, two sided and it vibrates.

The pretty pink color paired with holographic glitter.

She was gonna love it.

The next day was hectic to say the least.

You called Ellie as soon as you woke up from your class, hurriedly getting ready and telling her how much loved her and to please save the day for you.

She did.

After the most excruciating hours of your entire college experience.

You finally arrived to Ellie’s.

She opened the door as soon as you nocked.

You didn’t waste no time, as soon as she was in front of you you started to kiss her, hands roaming up her waist to her back to her breast. The pretty gift bag hanging from your fore arm.

She closed the door after you, not once braking the kiss, passion tinting her every move.

Her hands naturally traveled all the way down to your ass, she spanked you once.

With all the force you could gather you separated from the kiss, action that made her groan in frustration.

“I have a gift for you babe!” You said, extending the bag to her, she took the bag and went back to kissing you.

You giggled at her eagerness.

“Please baby, just open it!” You said in between kisses.

“I’ll do it later, right now i want you” and before she went back to kissing you your hand moved to her neck, wrapping your hand around it but never pressing or squeezing.

“Do what i say baby, i know you’ll like it” your words followed by a kiss on the cheek, you walked to her room, removing one clothing item every other step until you both where in her room.

You completely naked, standing in front of her bed.

“You nymph” her words laced with amusement as she took the strap out of the bag, looking up at you.

No time was wasted, for as soon as she saw you all naked and ready she was already getting off her clothes, kissing you on the process.

She sat down on the bed, man spreading while her back rested upon the headboard.

The strap standing proud upwards ready for you, your eyes lit up in lust, crawling up to her, pretty tits bouncing with every move you made.

She couldn’t take your teasing any longer, manhandling you she took you up her torso, purposefully missing the strap, she kissed you while you where un top of her.

You body moving front to back to try and get sone friction, she was too good at this, she always felt this good…

But she stopped your moviments.

Handling you to now give her your back, strap ticking your pussy, she took the rest of the length and massage your clit with the tip.

Your wetness falling from your cunt down your neg and her mouth watered.

She inserted the strap on you, your pussy swallowing almost instantly, you were so needy, so ready to take it.

She gave you time to adjust, cock warming so deliciously, your juices falling to her own pussy, essences mixing with each other on her cunt.

“Can i baby?” Her words patient, lust making her body desperate.

“Yes fuck” you started to move yourself riding her so good with your bubbly ass bouncing on her crotch, the strap hitting inside tour tight warm walls and Ellie felt she was gonna go insane.

Her own part of the dildo inserting so good with every bounce, every move, the shape of it creating friction on her clit.

She spanked your ass every now and then but she was about to cum and she wanted for you to do so at the same time.

Her tatted hand circling, finding your clit and massaging roughly.

You went insane.

The pleasure so intense, both of you feeling like you’ll reach the pick at any second.

Ellie did first, franatically pushing the strap in to you (and herself) so hard she came loudly, filthy words mixed with moans and grunts and so you came after her.

Both rode your highs together. Before you toon off Ellie kissed your ass, pretty cheeks in display for her, so, might as well.

You giggled at her sweetness, falling down to her side cuddling her.

“Let me get you clean” she said trying to stand up.

“Nuh huh, stay here i wanna sleep” she laughed at your words, barely making sense.

She still stood up and cleaned both of you.

Laying down back with you she kissed your forehead.

“Happy birthday baby” your words almost indecipherable.

But she understood with her heart, you are her twin flame, her soulmate, her everything.

[mathani]

Three objects with same mass are going down the large cylinder: small pad slides without friction, while the cylinder and the hoop roll without slipping. The pad looses contact with the surface first, then the cylinder, then the hoop; with cosine of the braking angle to the vertical 2/3, 4/7, and 1/2, respectively, which amounts to about 48, 55, and 60 degrees.