#Synthetic rubber demand

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Elastic Innovations: Navigating the Synthetic Rubber Market

The global synthetic rubber market is experiencing growth, according to P&S Intelligence. This growth can be credited to the growing replacement of automotive tires, the rising requirement for long-lasting rubber, the growing manufacturing capacity of rubber builders and capital expenditure by them, and the rising automotive sector.

Additionally, numerous government steps for financial development, growing personal income, and constant industrialization efforts are driving industry development.

In recent years, the styrene-butadiene rubber (SBR) category, had the largest share in the synthetic rubber industry, and the category is also projected to experience substantial development in the future as well, on the basis of product type.

This can be credited to the cost-efficiency of SBR and its strong abrasion resistance, which brands it extremely useful in sectors like footwear, building and construction, and healthcare.

In the past few years, the tire category led the synthetic rubber market, and the category is projected to be dominant in the future as well. This can be credited to the growing requirement for replacement tires due to the growing sales of two-wheeled and four-wheeled vehicles among the rising populace.

In recent years, in terms of both value and volume, the APAC region dominated the synthetic rubber market, credited to the growing demand for synthetic rubber in the tire and construction sector.

Furthermore, automobile manufacturers are spending in APAC nations to create their production plants, to improve their market existence in the region. The robust emphasis on the growth of new-energy vehicles, to decrease the carbon footprint, is boosting auto manufacturing in China, which will further advance the demand for synthetic rubber during the forecast period in the region.

Companies in the industry of synthetic rubber are concentrating on joint ventures and purchases to grow progressive items and increase their reach. For example, in 2021, Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company acquired Cooper Tire and Rubber Company.

The deal, esteemed at USD 2.5 billion, would join the two manufacturers in order to fortify their existence, worldwide. Likewise, in 2019, Sibur Holding PAO and Sinopec Corp. arrived into a joint venture to make nitrile rubber in Russia, to fulfill the local demand.

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*ೃ༄ idw megatron x fem human reader x tarn 18+

-> warnings/tags: 18+, threesome, rough sex, anal, pre-established relationships. 7.7k words. lil bit of fluff at the end <3

-> minors dni, you will be blocked!!

stealth bomber megatron and tarn makes my brain go hnnnfffhhh— it's always been my dream to be a decepticon spitroast— i mean what who said that??

꒷꒦︶꒷ ❤︎ ꒦︶꒷꒦

There’s a dimness to this room, the air heavy with the many sins that the Decepticon cause carries. The only saving grace is a dark purple hue that hugged the walls, running upwards until it scattered on the ceiling, accompanied by a lighter purple spotlight that shone upon the throne at the very back of the room, illuminating he who so rightfully belonged there. 

In this moment, you were sitting on the armrest of said throne, kneeling with your hands tucked in your lap, your back straight as a pin and body angled towards the tyrannical warlord, but his most loyal servant still within your peripheral vision.  

A delicate purple material akin to chiffon hugged around your body, haltered at the neck and about mid-thigh length, adorned with a synthetic elasticated rubber belt that was fashioned from Tarn’s worn-out tyres, pulling the fabric to sit form-fittingly around your waist. Apart from that, you wore a thick silver choker, paired with matching bangles that sat loosely on your wrists. These were repurposed from Megatron’s armour, his gift to you not long after you came under his care.

The throne was a tower, the backrest jagged with shattered metal that had so meticulously been woven together to create a beautiful replication of the Decepticon insignia, which was partially obstructed from your view by the leader himself. 

A coy grin was spread on his lips, glowing red optics looking down to Tarn before him, bent down on one knee with his right servo placed over the front of his chassis, left servo resting on his knee, masked still fixed onto that stunning face. 

You didn’t dare tear your eyes from your Lord and Master, not when he demanded such attention with his presence alone. Not even Tarn could bring you out of that hypnosis. 

The DJD had been called to the Nemesis, the Peaceful Tyranny docked within a port within the titan of a ship. Where the rest of the DJD currently were aboard this ship, who could say? All you knew was that you and Tarn had been personally summoned to the throne room. Alone.

Through a set of unfortunate circumstances, you found yourself aboard the Nemesis just over a year ago and unable to get back to your home. Megatron, the grandfather of all biophobia, surprisingly entertained your presence and didn’t string you up in the brig. He treated you more like a pampered pet than anything, seeing no harm in keeping you.

That was until the leader of his infamous DJD started making regular trips back to the Nemesis, parading his team around. He intrigued you, and you found yourself looking forward to when Tarn would grace this boring ship with his presence again.

So, a few months ago, whilst Tarn was back to report on his latest escapades, you sweet-talked Megatron into allowing you to have a field trip with Tarn and his crew. That’s how you ultimately found yourself on the Peaceful Tyranny.

The light in Megatron’s optics shifted over to you, grin never faltering.

“So, how are your adventures with Tarn, little one?” His booming voice cuts through the heaviness in the air.

You nodded eagerly, “Very well, my Lord. I enjoy them very much.”

If possible, his beam widened, a slight hum rising from his vocaliser. But it was a grin of gratification, more so deviousness. 

“I hear he treats you well,” Megatron notioned towards his rabid dog with a lazy gesture of his servo, “I hear you enjoy it very much.”

What was he getting at?

Neither you nor Tarn said anything to that. A short ex-vent pushed from Megatron’s lips.

“Well, I’ve only heard this because your team hear it, the noises carried throughout the vents of your ship,” Megatron looked to Tarn, “most solar cycles, apparently, according to them.”

The tone he carried was hard to read, but what his insinuations were loaded with was undeniable. The look in his optics didn’t help with the approachability of the situation, as you truly weren’t sure how he felt about that. 

Silence still hung between you.

“Tell me,” Megatron angled his head back towards you, a slow dip of his head to the side, “is it true?”

Your fingers clenched into the fabric of your skirt, unable to move, any words you could have said lodged within your throat as if you might choke on them. You just stared at him, wide-eyed and unmoving. 

A single digit lifted to underneath your chin, the size of it completely dwarfing you. He tipped your head to look at him closer, the denta-bared grin on his face nothing short of predatory now.

“My Lord–” Tarn’s staticky vocaliser spoke up, for the first time.

“I’m not talking to you,” Megatron quipped, without even looking at him, “I’m talking to my sweet pet.”

“No need to be shy, little starlight,” the pet name rolled off his tongue with ease, “does Tarn have his way with you in his berth, as has been reported to me? Or are the rest of the team lying to me?”

Tarn’s optics shone unbelievably bright. You weren’t sure that he had any idea what repercussions would come of this, either. 

Not completely trusting that your voice wouldn’t fail you, you shook your head before quietly voicing a hushed, “no.”

“No?”

“No, they aren’t lying to you,” you finally found the breath within your lungs to carry you through the sentence, but your voice was timid.

But with the gates open, and you falling so dangerously into the blood-red pool of his eyes, you continued to speak, “he takes me most nights, I have no doubts that the others have heard, I cannot help it.”

A delighted huff came from Megatron, with a playful glint in his eyes, “oh so he really does treat you that well, hm?”

You could only nod. 

“Well then,” his optics found his way back to Tarn, “I’d like to be shown how well you take care of my pet. I want to know that she truly is in good hands.”

Oh.

This isn’t at all where you were expecting this to go.

If anything, you were anticipating Tarn’s helm rolling on the floor, and you crushed in his hand like an insignificant insect. 

Tarn could not bring himself to lift his head, his processor overheating with the situation. Was Megatron asking for him to fuck you? Here? In front of him?

At his core, Tarn was awkward and introverted, they were his self-proclaimed vices that he never managed to vanquish from when he was still Damus. He was thankful that he could hide behind his mask in this moment. 

However, his desire to follow Megatron’s every command to the syllable reigned supreme over his awkwardness, so he muttered a short acknowledgement of the orders given, which you were surprised was audible through the mask. 

“Such a fearsome Decepticon, who terrifies even the mightiest of both factions,” Megatron’s head cocked, “but here he is, cowering before his master at the simple order to demonstrate his prowess,” Megatron mocked.

“Help him,” Megatron jutted his head to Tarn, “won’t you, starlight?” Megatron offered his servo out to you for you to climb into. 

You didn’t hesitate to bring yourself up onto your feet, ignoring the slight sensation of pins and needles darting through your calves from being seated in that position for so long. Your hand rested on his claw for balance as you stepped into his palm. 

Megatron lowered you down to the floor, still sitting on his throne, you gripped harder onto his claw for balance as your eyes remained on Tarn throughout your descent. 

You jumped out of Megatron’s servo, your bare feet hitting the cold metal of the throne room, and the billowy fabric of your dress flowing up behind you. 

“Tarn,” you spoke, your heart pounding in your chest as you slowly began to approach him. He wasn’t mass displaced yet, but even with him kneeling down, he was still like a skyscraper over you. 

His optics shone so vividly that there was a dim red reflection bouncing off the floor, his helm still angled downwards. 

“Tarn,” you repeated, more pleading weighted in your voice this time.

Now, he brought his helm up to look at you.

Without another word, he mass-displaced down to a manageable size for a being of your stature. He was just shy of 8ft in this form, which you were more than familiar with.

His orders had been given, and he would most definitely fulfil them. 

Tarn closed the gap between you in two long strides, his strong digits on both servos coming down to grasp you by the waist, hauling you closer to him. 

You craned your head back to look up at him, eyes skimming over the faint scratches and marks on his mask. 

Your soft hands reached up and found their way on either side of his mask, pushing in the clips to unclasp it from his helm. You pulled the metal down, running your thumbs over it as you let it clatter to the floor as delicately as you possibly could.

With his face exposed, you could see the wires and circuits from the gauges on his face pulse with a faint light.

The mech wasted no time in bringing his faceplate down to yours hastily, aiming straight for your lips as he connected the two of you. You sighed into his intake, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you were lifted on your very tippy toes to reach him.

Determined to please his master, Tarn did not stall with his usual pre-lovemaking affection and instead weaved his servos down your body and under your thighs. 

In a quick motion, he lifted you and folded your legs around his waist, your back fully to Megatron. Your lips continued to play against each other as Tarn squeezed the plush flesh he found under his servos.

You hummed into the kiss, bringing one servo up to cup the back of his helm to fix him to you even more securely. 

One servo abandoned the underside of your thigh and instead wrapped around your waist, settling just over the dip of your spine to fiddle with the knot that kept your makeshift belt around you. He tugged on it until it came undone, then threw it to the side, soon to be long-forgotten.

The fearsome mech gently brought himself to his knees once again, but this time leaning forward so that he could lay you flat on the ground, breaking the kiss in the process.

A subtle gasp slipped through your teeth at the cold surface, the chiffon of your dress not doing much to preserve any warmth.

Your legs fell naturally to settle over the top of his hips whilst his servos skimmed the hem of your dress, half-expecting him to start lifting the material to free you of it.

What you were not expecting was for him to grasp it in both servos, before pulling his arms apart to easily tear through the material, the rip quickly running up to the halter neck of the dress. The material slipped from his digits, the torn remains elegantly flowing down on either side of you to reveal your fully exposed form to him, and by extension, Megatron. 

This was one of your nicest garments of clothing, the material scavanged by the Helex and fabricated by Nickel, you’d have to reprimand Tarn later for ruining it.

You peered up at Tarn, doe-eyed as a devilish leer spread across his angelic face. 

Megatron now propped his elbow up on the armrest that you were previously perched on, leaning his helm against a fist, legs spread wide as he watched on with building anticipation. 

Tarn brought his intake to your neck, his glossa coming out to lick up from your collarbone to the bottom of your ear, which made you shudder slightly with bated breath, a subtle promise of what was to come. 

One of his servos found its way to your chest, fondling a breast between strong digits, using them as stress balls as he rolled the pliant flesh between his digits. 

Your back arched with that, a shaky breath escaping from you. 

Tarn continued his path with his intake down your body, dragging his glossa back down your neck, over your collarbone and down the valley between your breasts.

Retracting his glossa, you felt his smirk as he placed chaste kisses underneath your chest and across your ribcage, all while still playing with your breast. You knew better than to demand anything of Tarn, so you waited with utmost patience for him to relent on this teasing and finally get to where you wanted. 

“Our Lord wants to see you pleasured,” Tarn cooed to you when he finally found himself between your legs, “so please don’t hold back any of those sweet sounds you make.”

You looked down at him, nodding your head with a sharp ‘uh-huh’.

Tarn dipped his head down. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, and he snaked his arms underneath your legs, servos finding their place on the top of your thighs to anchor you to him. 

Your breath left you as you felt Tarn’s hot glossa press up against your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves. Your fingers found refuge on the top of his helm, 

A flurry of moans pitted from your lips, not suppressing a single sound as per his request. His glossa was so languid, you almost couldn’t believe he was mechanical. This was certainly not the first time that his helm found a home between your thighs, and you were more than confident that this would not be the last.

Mewls and whimpers bubbled from you as your nails dug into his helm, silently cursing that he didn’t have anything there that you could grip onto.

Your head fell back, wet eyes glimpsing up at Megatron. Another surprise you weren’t expecting was to see him sitting there with his enormous spike out, digits wrapped loosely around it as he nonchalantly tugged on himself, but the very energy that surrounded him told you that he was incredibly turned on by the sight before him.

The sight alone caused an obscene whimper to force itself from you, your thighs flexing around Tarn’s helm.

Tarn was nothing short of a prodigy at eating you out, his glossa never failed to work miracles on you and he was oh so quick to learn exactly what made you tick. 

"Tarn!" you spat with desperation, wrapping your legs more firmly around his helm and neck as he ate you, lapping all of your fluids, not missing a single drop. His intake was coated in your wetness, your body arching up to him whilst your hands pulled him impossibly closer, almost as if you were trying to push him further into your dripping cunt. 

You choked on sobs and moans as your legs started to shake around his head. Your hips involuntarily bucked against Tarn as he hummed into the meat of your pussy. You practically screamed out, losing a sense of where you were. 

The vibrations of his moans combined with the sinful image of Megatron tugging on his spike were sending you to heights you had never been to before.

Tarn’s powerful servos grip onto the flesh of your thighs tighter, so tight that it felt like he was scared you would slip through his fingers if he dared to let go. 

“Pretty girl,” he muffled against you. Your eyes tore from the sight of Megatron to snap down to look at Tarn, being met with the hungry red optics that were boring into you.

Your stomach flipped at his husky voice that was slightly muted because he couldn’t bring himself to part with your intimate area; he would never outwardly admit how addicted he was to your taste.

You had the sweetest honey, right between your legs. He moaned breathlessly as you started to leak into his mouth. He lapped it all up with urgency, eager not to miss any offering that you so graciously gave him. 

“Such a horny little thing, aren’t you?” he droned against you as his right servo parted from your thigh, instead reaching up to find your nipple and roll the perk bud between his digits expertly, your voice rising higher and higher with each moment that he provided you with mind blowing pleasure. 

“You’ll inflate my ego if you keep on like that,” he nipped at your clit, making you yelp as your body jolted. You pouted with such a sorry expression, eyes dazed as you glanced down to see his head tucked far between your legs.

“I can’t h-help it,” you strained out, “it feels, it feels so fucking good, Tarn!”

Tears were balancing on your waterline as he huffed, “such a foul mouth.”

There was a feeling winding in your lower stomach that you were familiar with, a feeling that came from frustrated and lonely nights, when you took to yourself to relieve those frustrations. The only difference was that this time, the winding knot felt much tighter than usual.

You whimpered as your hands seized each of his wrists, “I- I think I’m-” you tried to stutter out, but you were far too worked up to let out a full sentence. 

His glossa was just playing such a melody on you that you couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t control the things that this hulking mech did to you; he got you so hot and bothered any time of the day that you were practically ready at a moment's notice to get onto his spike.

“What a sight,” he practically growled as his glossa circled your clit continuously, “release yourself on my glossa, immediately.”

It was like you were transfixed by his words, his order alone causing the tremors in your legs to increase by tenfold and the knot filling tying so tight that it snapped, releasing the gates to the dam. 

You let out an empty scream as your head was thrown back once more, your eyes clenching shut as your orgasm flooded through your nerves. The lump in your gullet only swelled further when you felt his glossa dip down to lick up every drop of your pleasure that you left behind, reaping the rewards of his valiant actions. 

The ringing in your ears was curtly cut through by a deep chuckle from Megatron.

“Very good Tarn,” he purred, “but I know there’s more than that.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Tarn complied, begrudgingly slipping himself away from the serenity between your legs, glossa coming out to lick your residual pleasure from his intake. 

You sighed at the loss of him, trying to collect yourself. Before you could even register what had happened, Tarn had grabbed your hips and spun you over, settling you on your front. 

Your eyes went wide as his grip on your hips lifted your ass, leaving you in the prime position, the one he loved to take you in so much. Your hot breath fogged against the metal surface of the floor as you waited in anticipation for what was to come.

“There’s my good girl,” Tarn praised as you felt his presence hover over your back, feeling the all-too-knowing feeling of his pressurised spike emerging from his interface panel, the length sliding through your slit and bumping your clit.

With a single servo, he gathered both of your wrists and restrained them behind your back, bound by the thick metal of his finger plating. 

You choked on a moan as Tarn’s hips drew back and he sheathed himself inside of you entirely, not struggling at all to find your entrance. He knew it so well, after all. He pushed the length of his rich purple spike in you until he was hilted, the warm and buzzing metal of his hip plating coming flush against your ass. 

“Fuck her, hard and fast, Tarn,” Megatron ordered with a shit-eating simper as he leant forward in his throne with invested interest. 

It took no more convincing than that, Tarn immediately set a brutal pace against you. 

One servo wrapped around your wrists as the other settled on the back of your head, pushing your cheek further into the metal as you made the most lustful sounds. You screamed out, back arching slightly and fingers clenching in his hold. 

His harsh grunts were almost vibrating as tingles of pleasure ran down your spine from the animalistic sounds. Your body jolted back and forth with each thrust of his hips, spike filling you over and over again until you felt him hit the deepest parts inside of you.

Lust burned your lips as you called his name, the two syllables leaving what might as well be a permanent mark on your tongue. 

He couldn’t keep your name out of his mouth either, the feeling of your name just tasted too good in his filthy mouth, his voice staticky. 

The noises you made for each other were like a symphony, the noises reaching the tall walls of the room, bouncing around you. You felt so degraded in this position, but you adored it. 

Shifting sounds of metal running against metal caused your ears to perk up, but with Tarn’s servo placed firmly on your head, you couldn’t look up to see what was the source of the noise. 

There was a temporary moment of relief when Tarn’s servo left your head, but before you could allow yourself to look up, you felt another set of digits tangle within the length of your hair, trailing your head up.

In front of you, a mass-displaced Megatron, all of his beauty in perfect view for you as he was down on his knees. The metal of his denta reflected the minimal lighting in the room so wonderfully. 

“Is he making you feel good, starlight?”

“Yes, yes my Lord!”

“Then you should be telling him that,” Megatron challenged.

“Please, Tarn, you’re fucking me so good!” Your moans were perpetual, you didn’t care if you sounded weak or pathetic; you needed it. Frankly, you wouldn’t have been able to stay silent. 

Tarn’s optics floundered at the praise, always a sucker for it. He groned loudly before reangling his hips, fucking up into you.

“Yes, yesyesyes right there!” You cried, tears settled in the corners of your eyes, threatening to break free at any moment. You couldn’t help it, his spike was so good it brought you to tears. 

Your cunt swallowed him wholly with a welcoming pleasure, your body attempted to make a jerk reaction to toss your head back, but Megatron’s hold on you would not waver. 

Your eyes couldn’t help by wander downwards, even with Megatron’s grasp on you, to look at the bobbing and painfully pressurised spike that was situated between your Master's legs. 

“Oh, do you like what you see, sweet thing?” Megatron teased.

“I do, Master,” you eagerly responded, unable to help the subtle pout on your lips, “I want it.”

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined what your organic mouth would feel like around my spike,” he admitted. 

Without another moment passing, he forced your head down at a dizzying speed, your only reaction to wolf down a flurry of air.

He thrusted his spike into your willing mouth, hitting the back of your throat with his first movement. You preened at that, tugging against the iron grip that Tarn had your wrists in for some leverage, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Na-uh,” you heard the deep rumble of Tarn’s voice, “you will service our master as he wishes.”

Your eyebrows threaded into a knot as you swallowed around the thick girth of Megatron’s spike, your lips stretched to their furthest ability. 

Megatron kept your head steady as he rammed up into your mouth, using it as he saw fit, as heavenly rumbles and groans escaped him. He used your hair as a means to bring your head up and down on him, setting the tone precisely as he wanted it.

“This certainly is unique,” Megatron expressed with pure lust, “such an experience.”

Almost as quickly as it began, he pulled his spike out of your mouth, seemingly only experimenting with the sensation of having it stuffed down your windpipe from this position.

“No, I have a better idea,” Megatron huffed before glancing up to demand Tarn’s attention, who was still rutting ruthlessly into your cunt, but staggered slightly as he stared into his Lord and Masters optics.

“Spin her around,” Megatron commanded.

Tarn’s spike ached, he wanted to release so badly, but he would be damned if he wouldn’t obey.

Tarn slipped out of your wet heat, before manoeuvring you as if you weighed nothing, spinning your body so that you were now facing the ceiling, legs settling onto his thigh struts. 

“Perfect,” Megatron stated simply, “you may continue as you were, Tarn.”

Like a loyal dog, Tarn executed the will of his Master and plunged himself back into you, his hands clutched around your waist. Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping onto his servos as he continued to fuck into you, the same heavy pace he set before.

The feeling of his thick cock brutally abusing your walls made you dig your nails into the paint of his metal. Tarn was such a passionate lover, you had noticed over these past couple of months. He was so willing to give in to your body’s every twisted desire. 

Megatron cupped his servo under your head again, forcing you to angle your head back towards him, albeit that you were now looking at his upside down.

“Open wide.”

You heeded.

Megatron fisted a chunk of your hair before shoving his spike back down the canal of your neck, the way your head was tipped back allowed him to glide more effortlessly further into the channel.

You moaned around his cock, your eyes blown wide again as your fingers trembled. Megatron, with relative ease, pulled his hips back before lunging back into you, using your throat as a personal spikesleeve. 

Tarn couldn’t help the excitement that pulsed through him, captivated by the way your throat expanded as his Masters cock tunnelled through it each time. 

His excitement was palpable, you could tell, as his claws dug into the softness of your skin, as his pace was ragged and desperate, like a mech possessed. Your cunt clenched unbelievably tight around him, what little leverage you had allowing you to arch your back further.

You weren’t complaining that he was fucking you, not in the slightest. Actually, you rather enjoyed it. You loved the idea that he couldn’t get enough of you at any moment, how he always longed to be buried inside of your warm pussy. 

The ridges of Megatron’s spike glided against the corners of your lips, his biolights pulsing as he chuckled, eyes fixed on the way his spike disappeared into your warm and wet mouth.

You worked your tongue over the top of his dark grey spike, turning it and rolling it over the heated plates that thrummed ever so slightly under your ministrations. Essentially doing everything within your power that you can, considering that this position did not allow for you to bob your head up and down his length. 

Despite your best efforts to control yourself, your body betrayed you, as you felt the coil in your stomach string tighter and tighter, unable to resist the pure pleasure you were receiving between your legs and by your mouth. You were so pleased to be of such use to your Master, the thought of it alone causing you to fall off the edge and experience your second orgasm of the evening.

Although you were enjoying this thoroughly, the lack of oxygen was beginning to make your vision blur, one hand leaving Tarn’s to instead press against Megatron’s thigh, mustering any strength you could to try to push him.

But to a mech like Megatron, it was hardly noticeable. Your flat palm slapped against his plating, before curling around the edge of it. Fingers clenching, your muffled moans and cries falling on deaf audial receptors.

You strained, your legs tensing as you tried to convey what you needed, all while still being relentlessly throat-fucked by your Lord. Your saliva coated him, making it easier with each moment to get lost within the tightness of your throat.

Tarn’s lips were parted, heavy ex-vents panting from him as he beheld the sight before him. Primus, he was so close. Watching you take Megatron like this, it was beyond ungodly. 

Through his clouded judgement, Tarn came to your defence.

“M-Master,” he sputtered, “she- she cannot breathe.”

A quirk of Megatron’s optical ridge proved that he really hadn’t considered that before he hummed and pulled his spike from your mouth once again, a string of saliva stretching, keeping a trail from your lips to his spike.

You gulped down air in droves, lips quivering as your fingers curled against Megatron’s thigh into a fist. 

“T-Thank you, my Lord, you are so gracious,” you managed to say with a sore voice, your eyes burning. 

You were not afforded another moment of mercy as Megatron saw fit to stuff himself back into your mouth, however, more shallowly this time. He angled his hips up so that the tip of his spike rubbed against the texture of your tongue, leaving the slightly electrifying taste of his pre-fluid on your taste buds.

“Are you close, Tarn?” Megatron smirked as he addressed his officer.

Tarn shuddered at the intonation of his Master's voice, “embarrassingly close, my Lord.”

His thrusts were nothing short of sloppy now, his end in sight and unable to remain composed, your body did unthinkable things to the mech.

“Release, overload inside of her, Tarn.”

Tarn’s vocaliser cut short as he moaned out, the demand stringing him so tight as he desperately chased his peak. With two more hard barges of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, pushing his hips even harder into you as he shook gently, head thrown back as he pumped you full of thick ropes of hot pink fluid, far hotter than any human's release.

Your mouth fell open at the feeling, now loosely hanging around Megatron’s tip. Megatron’s optics darkened, a maniacal smile spread on his intake as he watched his favourite pet be filled to the brim with his most loyal officers transfluid. 

Like a domino effect, Megatron found his own release in your mouth, but not before shoving the length back down the valley of your throat once again, so that his transfluid spurted deep within and did not allow you to spit it back out, forced to swallow every drop of your master. Who would’ve thought he was such a voyeur?

Megatron pulled away from your mouth, sitting back on the heel of his pedes as he watched you vigorously fight to catch your breath, eyes half-lidded and hazy with Tarn’s spike still buried inside of you, plugging his transfluid inside. 

Tarn ran one servo under your back, settling between your shoulder blades as he pulled you up towards his chassis, your cheek resting on his dim pink lights.

“We’re not done,” Megatron proclaimed. 

Shivers ran down your spine. How could he not be done?

“Face me, little starlight,” he uttered. You would bend your very existence to his will if that is what he desired. 

You took your cheek from Tarn’s chassis, looking over your shoulder to your mighty Master. 

On shaky legs, you pulled yourself off of Tarn’s spike, landing on your feet and turning around. Almost immediately, Tarn’s hot pink fluid started to cascade down the inside of your right thigh.

“That’s it,” Megatron drawled as his optics followed the trail of liquid.

“Spread her for me, Tarn,” Megatron continued to dish out orders.

The purple mech snaked an arm around your middle, pulling you back against him as he sat with you on the floor, legs splayed out in front of him.

You mewled, understanding exactly what Megatron’s plan was with you.

Once Tarn settled you to sit on top of him, your back pressed snugly against his chassis, both servos wound back under your thighs and spread them apart, letting Megatron see everything on full display.

Your clit throbbed. Fuck. You wanted this so much more than you ever imagined. Of course, you’d fantasised about having your back blown out by Megatron, but he was so untouchable that you didn’t dare think it possible. 

Megatron stalked towards you, lowering himself back down and placing a servo on Tarn’s shoulder.

“Master,” you hushed, just as Megatron began to push Tarn to lie down on his back, bringing you with him. Your hair fell and fanned over the winged plating on Tarn’s chest as you stared at Megatron with awe.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little one?”

The sharp intake of breath took you by surprise, those words triggering something within you that turned you on so much. You could only nod enthusiastically.

“Beg for it,” was the only response received.

He brought up a clawed servo to grip your chin, squishing your cheeks as he brought his face closer to yours, “I want you to beg for it.”

“L-Lord Megatron,” you squeaked, “please- please fuck me, please stick your spike in me, make me scream, make me cum, use me, use my body, please.”

Tarn’s processor was beginning to fry, his spike still fully pressurised, and he yearned to be the mech that you spoke those words to. 

Megatron pushed an ex-vent through his intake, optical ridges rising playfully as his optics flittered down to your lips. He used the claw of his thumb to stroke over your bottom lip, which was plump from his previous treatment of your mouth.

“Do you deserve it?”

“I will do anything,” you cooed, “I will do anything for you to fuck me. Please, there’s a boiling heat in me that only you can conquer. Please, I will be so good for you.”

Satiated with your response, Megatron gave into your body’s desire and stuck his spike into your cunt, motion made easier by the flood of transfluid that Tarn had already dumped inside of you.

The moan you let out made your whole body shake, your hands fumbling, not sure where to place them.

“Grab onto me, little one,” Megatron kindly offered.

You were more than happy to oblige him, both hands coming up to grab onto his shoulders as you maintained eye contact with the alien warlord.

The stretch stings, but in a way you were more than willing to welcome. You knew that the spike buried inside you was more like an assault weapon than a sexual appendage, but you were happy to endure it all. 

“Oh fuck,” you breathed shakily, “fuck, you’re so big.”

You arched back, coming face to face with him. Your eyes were entirely filled with lust, which made his processor go into overdrive. He wanted to ruin you, he wanted to corrupt you and claim you as his entirely.

He fucked up into you, jolting you up and causing your tits to bounce as your lips trembled. You were moaning behind your teeth, your brows knitted in a frown as you sunk your nails into the hard metal of his shoulders. 

Something akin to a growl rumbled in his chest as you started to indent little crescent shape marks into his paint, you had sunk your claws into him, and it didn’t seem like you were going to budge anytime soon.

Megatron made a rash move, flying down to kiss you, thick and heavy glossa coming out to find dominance within your mouth. You gasped into the kiss, unable to grasp what was happening.

Tarn was still somewhat in disbelief, readjusting his grip on you to keep you spread as wide as you could go to make room for Megatron, he couldn’t believe how fucking sexy this whole thing was. He’d definitely be self-servicing to the memory of this when you weren’t readily available for him to fuck.

Megatron’s cock was so heavenly as it dragged against your walls, his tip punching against the spongy soft spot inside of you that had you seeing stars behind your eyelids. 

Your eyes clenched shut as you staggered your breathing, the quick mewls and yelps being fucked out of you made Megatron fill with an unusual sense of pride, one he wasn’t so familiar with.

“Such a well behaved pet, your pussy is milking me so nicely, I can’t wait to fill it.”

You choked on air at the dirty talk, your cunt tensing around him as you felt your clit beg for attention with harsh throbs.

You were begging for him to ruin you.

The feeling of your heartbeat around his spike was making him growl in a way that was only proving to make you wetter, his cockhead was so sensitive as it dragged back and forth through your walls that were made for him and his fat spike. 

Your fluids mixed with Tarn’s dribbled down Megatron’s spike, out of your hole and down towards your other hole, some of it tripping down onto Tarn and pooling over his cock and interface panel.

“Tell me, Tarn,” Megatron chided, “have you explored the other hole of my pet?”

Your body tensed, something which could only be described as a gentle fear yanking your system.

“Only once, Master.”

“Then show me that, too.”

Tarn nodded profusely. You were strung in bated breath as Tarn’s right servo left your leg, fiddling down underneath you to grip the base of his spike. He guided it up, nestling between your spread cheeks as he rubbed the flowing transfluid over his tip.

“Fuck, Tarn,” you threw your head back against him, “put it in.”

It wasn’t as easy, but Tarn pressed the blunt tip of his spike against your transfluid-soaked hole, pushing his hips up to force your ass to spread over him.

Tarn moaned sultrily, you felt the rumble of it reverberate through his chassis. This was a much tighter hole, harder to get himself into fully, he had already tried once but he proved to be too big for such a task.

Your mouth dropped open, a build-up of saliva running down the inside of your cheeks as you tried to breathe through the sensation of being filled by both of them.

Tarn enveloped his now free arm around your middle, keeping you planted against him. His other servo still on your thigh, never ceasing to keep you spread.

You clutched at straws, trying to regulate your breathing, you were so unbelievably full. 

Tarn was normally a very composed and serious mech, but when it came to fucking the living daylights out of you, he couldn’t help the internal instincts that urged him to go absolutely wild, the entirety of his spark swelling with the otherworldly experience of being snug in your ass. 

Megatron’s spike was abusing your pussy so perfectly, you thought you were about to ascend to some higher plane. They both knew exactly what to do, they knew exactly where to treat you and at what angle to fuck you senseless. 

Each time one pulled out, the other pushed in, meaning that you were never empty. Your body is put to perfect use.

“Do you enjoy being a little spikeslut?” Megatron derided, “so perfectly wrapped around two cybertronians, like you were made for it.”

“I enjoy it,” you spat emphatically, “I love being a little spikeslut for you and Tarn, Master.”

Tarn’s pace picked up behind you, your words clearly doing something for him. He was moaning unabashed, no shame in letting all four walls of this room hear it. 

You rolled your hips without even thinking about it, eliciting a startled moan from Megatron. 

Oh, you could get used to those sounds. You liked that a lot, the wavering moan that spilled from him; you wanted to make him do that more. You certainly were not expecting to catch him so off guard.

Pulsating heat was already racking your body, threatening to find your tipping point at any given moment. 

Your ass throbbing tightly around Tarn was like he was trapped in a velvet heaven, one that he decided he would like to be trapped in often.

“You’re so tight around me, sweet thing,” Tarn whispered in a gravelly tone, “like you’ll never let me go.”

You let out a scream as the servo that was grounding you by your waist instead moved downwards, middle claw rubbing circles on your clit whilst the two digits on either side moved down to spread your lower lips around Megatron’s spike.

“Taking our Master so well,” Tarn praised with a harrumph.

Strangled moans and cries, you pulled on your ecstasy to reach an eventual orgasm.

Megatron gripped your face again, keeping it steady as he bore into your eyes

“I want to see the kind of face you make when you overload,” Megatron growled, “I want to know what it looks like when you succumb to unquantifiable pleasure.”

Your body spasmed around the mechs, your eyes going glassy as you pleaded silently with a higher power. Your mind flashed white, eyes rolled into the back of your head and walls clenching around Megatron, releasing yourself.

Despite his dirty talk, Tarn was the next to follow, not lasting as long as he usually would. A combination of being so overstimulated and being gripped harder than he was used to.

His hips lurched as he released a second load inside of you; you weren’t sure there would be much room for anything else with all the fluid you were being filled with.

Tarn remained lodged inside of you, not wanting to interrupt the jackhammering of Megatron’s hips to drive his spike in and out of you; he too was very nearly on the edge of a climax. 

With a guttural moan, vocaliser faltering intermittently, Megatron followed you both down the path of mind-breaking orgasm and shot a heavy dose of transfluid into your heat, as deep as he could go. 

You were sure that if you peered down, you’d see your stomach swollen, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Your hair stuck to the sweat that glistened over your neck, your pants hot and heavy as your eyes struggled to remain open.

Tarn brought the servo that was on your thigh to pull back some of your hair, leaning down to press a kiss against the side of your face. 

Megatron was the first to pull out of you, leaving you gapingly empty. 

Tarn smoothed a servo over your soft hair before also bringing himself out of your other hole. The purple mech sat up, causing your body to fold slightly.

Both of your holes gushed with fluid, almost uncomfortably wet. 

Megatron’s spike retracted as he looked down on Tarn soothing you after an incredibly intense session.

You were too fucked-out, too tired, to bring yourself to say anything. So instead, you hummed gently as you lazily peered up at Megatron, who was now standing with an amused smirk. 

“It seems the reports were right, Tarn treats you exceptionally well.”

You smiled shallowly at that, mustering all your energy to respond with a simple nod.

“Do you wish to stay with him, starlight? Or would you like to come back under my care now?” Your Master queried, but it didn’t feel like a challenge.

You mulled over the question, rolling your head back to look up at Tarn’s handsome face, taking in the intricacy of his wiring that was exposed to you. Realising that you really had grown quite fond of the brutal mech.

“I want to stay with Tarn, my Lord. I don’t think I could bear being apart from him now.”

Tarn’s spark fluttered with that, not expecting you to choose him. Of course, if it was what you wanted and Megatron commanded, he would have handed you back without protest, but a selfish part of him wanted to keep you.

He didn’t dare display his affection for you in front of his Master, mainly out of respect and also partially fear, but he so desperately wanted to kiss you tenderly in this moment.

“Very well,” Megatron concluded, “consider her yours, Tarn.”

Tarn bowed his head. “You are so very courteous, Lord Megatron. You honour me.”

Megatron reverted back to his original size, traipsing over to his throne and sitting down on it once again, back to business.

Tarn followed suit, stepping away from you as to not hurt you before growing back to his intimidating natural size. You sat on the cold floor, with nothing to cover yourself and fluids leaking unceremoniously from you.

“I have other business to address with you,” Megatron motioned to Tarn, “but I’ll allow you to take her back to the Peaceful Tyranny before we discuss further.”

“Understood, my Liege,” Tarn responded, before reaching down to scoop you up in his servo. You rested in his palm, still sitting on your backside, before Tarn picked up the abandoned scraps of your chiffon dress, bringing it to settle beside you in his palm. 

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Back on the Peaceful Tyranny after Tarn had received his new set of orders from Megatron, the scraps of your dress lay over the end of the berth, kept so that it could be salvaged and refitted to you.

Tarn and you were laying on the berth on your sides, facing each other. One hand settled over his chassis as the other was placed behind his neck. 

The kiss was deep and passionate, slow and sensual. Tarn’s arm wound snugly around your waist as he pulled you closely to him, your legs intertwined together. 

The mech’s other servo was placed under your head, shielding you from the uncomfortable metal of his bare berth. 

“You did so well today,” Tarn mused against your lips, “my pretty little songbird.”

“Songbird?” You harrumphed against his lips, questioning the new term of endearment, the smile on your face purely authentic.

“That’s what you are,” Tarn reasoned, “with all those melodic sounds you make.”

You quirked a brow, a huff of a laugh coming from you, “mmhm?”

Tarn reconnected your lips, deciding he wanted to be entangled with you again. His lips always moved so delicately against you, as if he were mindful that your skin might catch on his torn faceplate and hurt you.

His clawed thumb rubbed affectionately against your cheek, this was a side of him that you weren’t accustomed to. Although he was horny all of the time, always trying to get into your underwear, he was rarely ever romantically disposed. 

Maybe what you said in the throne room, when confronted with a choice, pulled on whatever sparkstrings he had left.

[mapsthewanderer]

The Maze

Synopsis: In a future where war and technology have blurred the line between man and machine, Caleb was resurrected—not as who he was, but as who he was programmed to be. With only 3% of his original self left intact, the latest reboot of his chip has reshaped his logic, his purpose, and his understanding of his emotions towards you.

Bound by his own design, he has built you the Maze—a flawless, shifting sanctuary meant to protect the one person he refuses to lose. But protection and captivity are two sides of the same coin, and inside the Maze, freedom is just another unsolvable puzzle.

Will you escape, or will Stockholm Syndrome take hold before that day?

Details: 2300ish words. Some kind of spin off AU, but corresponds with in-game canons. Obsessive Caleb. Yandere Caleb. Controlling Caleb. Colonel Caleb. Crazy hot Caleb. 18+ due to psychological thriller/drama/angst galore (and a prelude for p0rn with plot, I’m just calling it now tbh lol). You are warned. Heavy kissing. Angst, love and lust.

Chapters: chapter one, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six, chapter seven, chapter eight (final chapter)

Tags: @gavin3469 @mcdepressed290

Obstacles | Chapter two

The Maze, obstacle course, you

You stretch your arms over your head, feeling the pull of your muscles, the slight pop in your shoulders as your spine straightens. The synthetic track beneath your feet is firm yet springy, engineered to absorb impact and propel movement. A faint haze of warmth lingers in the air, artificial sunlight streaming in from panels above, casting a glow over the sleek, towering obstacles ahead.

You weren’t obligated to do this.

The obstacle course was optional, designed for physical and mental enhancement. Caleb had insisted it was meant to keep you sharp, capable. You could have refused. Could have spent the morning pacing your room, pressing your forehead against the glass, carving another tally into your headboard.

But there were only so many ways to kill time in a cage.

At least this gave you something to do.

At least this kept you moving.

Caleb had woken you up in person today.

It had thrown you off balance—the way he leaned down, his fingers brushing against your temple before he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead.

“Up for a morning workout, Pips?”

His voice had been smooth, teasing, warm in a way that felt too familiar.

You had barely muttered a response, still heavy with sleep, and he had laughed.

But then—something came up. Fleet business.

Now, instead of running beside him, you were stuck with his voice crackling through the intercom.

“Don’t pout too much, Pips.” His voice is warm, threaded with amusement. “I did promise to watch closely, didn’t I? And look at you, so eager to run—should I be worried? I might be training you straight into an escape attempt.”

You roll your eyes, shifting your stance, adjusting the fit of your training gear—lightweight, breathable, the fabric stretching effortlessly with your movements.

“Yeah, yeah. If you’re getting nervous, feel free to let me win for once.”

“Oh, you were winning? I must’ve missed that part.”

The voice crackles through the intercom, laced with unmistakable amusement. There’s no need for eye contact to feel the weight of the challenge—it’s there in the deliberate pause before the words land, in the way the speaker’s tone tilts just slightly, teasing but edged with something sharper. A low hum of static lingers, like the last breath of a smirk that refuses to be seen but demands to be felt. Even from a distance, even without a face to match the voice, the message is clear: this isn’t just a battle—it’s a game, and Caleb’s daring you to play harder.

You exhale slowly, centering yourself. The air smells faintly of synthetic grass and heated rubber, the artificial breeze cool against the back of your neck.

The course ahead is a beast of a thing. A complex structure of towering walls, shifting platforms, narrow beams, and high-speed hurdles.

And at the end—the vertical climb.

No footholds. No obvious way up. Just a sheer surface that will demand every ounce of strength and focus.

“Alright, Pip-squeak. First section should be easy enough, even for you. Just a few hurdles—try not to trip over your own feet this time, yeah?”

You don’t answer.

You just move.

Your feet hit the ground in quick, rhythmic strides, the controlled force of each step echoing in the open space. The first hurdle approaches fast—your muscles tighten, breath sharp as you spring forward.

You clear it easily.

Then the next.

Then the next.

By the time you clear the fourth, Caleb whistles low through the speakers.

“Would you look at that? Almost like you’ve done this before.”

You huff, rolling forward into the next section.

The second phase demands precision. A suspended grid of hanging rings, swaying slightly from the motion sensors embedded in the walls.

You leap, fingers catching the first metal ring. The cold steel bites into your palm, the impact reverberating through your shoulders.

Swing.

Once.

Twice.

Release—catch.

Your breath stays measured, controlled, arms straining as you propel yourself forward.

“Good form,” Caleb muses, his voice a steady hum in your ear. “Should I be concerned about how quickly you’re adapting? What if you actually try to leave me, Pips?”

Your fingers tighten on the next ring.

“Then you’ll just have to catch me, won’t you?”

Silence.

Just a beat.

Then—

“I always do.”

You don’t let yourself linger on that.

The next challenge demands balance.

A narrow beam suspended above an artificial water pit, mist curling lazily along its surface.

The air feels thicker here, damp with humidity, the sound of faintly trickling water echoing against the walls. You shift your weight carefully, adjusting your center of gravity as you step forward, bare skin brushing against the cool metal of the beam.

Breathe.

Step.

Step.

Step.

“You know, you’ve gotten good at this. Maybe I should make it harder.”

You scoff, adjusting your footing as you near the end. “Oh, what, you’re not entertained enough?”

“Always entertained by you.”

Something in your chest tightens.

You ignore it.

The final stretch is the hardest. The vertical climb. It looms ahead—a sheer, impossibly smooth surface.

The only way up? The hidden grips embedded within the wall, triggered only by the correct sequence.

Caleb’s voice is lighter now, almost pleased. “Last one, Pips. Think you’ll impress me?”

You exhale, rolling your shoulders.

Then—you run.

Your muscles coil, tighten—

You leap.

Fingers catch the first grip, muscles screaming as you haul yourself up. The second grip activates beneath your palm, lighting up for just a second before fading again.

The strain burns.

Your breath is sharper now, every inhale pulling tight against your ribs.

Higher.

Just a little higher.

Then—

Your foot slips.

A sharp gasp tears from your throat.

Your fingers scramble—desperate, grasping—

And miss.

The world tilts violently.

Your stomach plummets as gravity rips you down.

The impact doesn’t come.

Not yet.

“Shit—!”

Caleb’s voice cracks through the speakers—urgent, raw, all teasing gone.

“I’m coming—”

Then—

Silence.

——————————————————————————

The Fleet, Administrative Wing, Caleb

Caleb slam his hands against the desk, pushing himself up so fast that the chair scrapes against the polished floor, nearly toppling over. His breath sharpens, too shallow, too fast—his body reacting before his mind fully processes.

Every calculation, every emergency override, every subconscious thread of what is left of him is running at full capacity.

Error.//// Unknown variable detected.//// Immediate action required.////

The static in his earpiece hums, then goes silent.

No new sound.

No movement.

No voice.

No you.

A violent pulse slams through his chest. His fingers flex, tightening into fists before releasing—repeating, repeating—because something inside him is trying to override, trying to force calm.

It’s not working.

His voice is smooth, authoritative, clipped to perfection when he turns toward the nearest officer.

“I’m unavailable for the rest of the day. Do not contact me unless we are under direct attack.”

The officer barely nods before Caleb is already moving.

Not walking.

Running.

By the time he steps out of the office building, his breath is uneven, his heart hammering in a way that is entirely foreign to him.

The cool air hits his face, but it doesn’t soothe the heat rising beneath his skin.

His boots strike the ground too hard, too fast. His movements—normally precise, efficient—are bordering on reckless.

The Maze is too far.

The seconds are too long.

And for the first time in a long time, Caleb isn’t calculating anything at all.

He’s just running.

——————————————————————————

The Maze, obstacle course, you

The world tilts violently.

Your stomach lurches, weightless for a sickening heartbeat before gravity rips you down.

Wind roars past your ears, your limbs flailing instinctively, desperately, reaching for something, anything—but there’s nothing.

For a split second, your mind processes too slowly.

The sheer drop. The smooth, pitiless ground below. The inevitability.

Then—

Impact.

It feels like your bones rattle inside your body. Your shoulder slams first, force rippling through your ribs, pain detonating like an explosion beneath your skin.

Your head snaps back against the unforgiving surface, a white-hot crack bursting behind your eyes.

The world spins, flickers, darkens.

A dull, startled sound slips from your lips.

“…Ouch.”

Then—blackness.

——————————————————————————

The Maze, obstacle course, Caleb

By the time he bursts through the entrance of the Maze, his breath is uneven, his heart slamming so violently it feels like a malfunction.

His vision narrows, focuses—searching, searching, searching—

Then—

His breath stalls.

You are crumpled at the base of the climbing obstacle.

Motionless.

Too still. Too silent.

Something inside him fractures. The noise that rips from his throat is raw, sharp, barely human.

“Shit—Pip-squeak—”

Caleb’s on his knees beside you before he even realizes he moved. His hands hover—trembling, unsure, fucking terrified.

He’s scared to touch you. You look fragile like this.

He leans in listening. Your breathing is shallow, too faint. Blood—there’s blood. A thin, slow trickle near your temple, trailing into your hair.

His own breath hitches—breaks. Caleb rips off his gloves, throws them aside, because they’re useless, they’re too thick, he needs to feel you. His bare fingers graze your cheek, feather-light.

Too cold.

You’re too cold.

The pressure in his chest doubles, triples, crushes. His forehead presses against yours, his breath shaky as he swallows against the fear crawling up his throat.

“Come on, Pips. Stay with me, okay?”

He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, barely a touch. Caleb’s body isn’t working right. His hands aren’t steady.

Something in his vision blurs.

No.

Not now.

Not you.

He never gets desperate.

Never.

But his voice is desperate now. “You always fight me, Pips. So fight me now, alright? Just—just open your eyes, give me some shit about how this is my fault, I don’t care—”

Then—your eyelids flutter and a ragged, strangled sound falls from Caleb’s lips.

—————————————————————————

The Maze, somewhere, you

The first thing you see is frantic violet.

Caleb’s eyes—wide, wild, unguarded.

He’s so close, bracing over you, hands framing your face like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

You try to speak, but your tongue is heavy, your thoughts fogged.

“I… think I should be unconscious.” Your voice is thin, barely there.

Caleb chokes on a laugh—

“Yeah, well, you might get your wish, Pips—”

Then—blackness again.

——————————————————————————

Warmth.

Soft sheets. The faint scent of linen, antiseptic, and something achingly familiar.

You hurt. A bruising soreness that weighs you down like lead. Your ribs—your torso—you don’t even want to think about it. The pain lingers, dull and distant, as if your body is holding back the worst of it.

Yet in that dulled pain there is a constant. A light tapping against your hand. Deliberate. Repetitive. At first, it barely registers, just a soft pressure against your skin. But then—the pattern.

.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

.. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-

I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.

I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.

Even before you fully comprehend it, your fingers move on instinct. A weak, feeble tap in response.

-.-. .- .-.. . -… / -.. ..- – – -.–

Caleb dummy

The tapping stops.

Then, a squeeze—gentle, hesitant, like he’s not sure if he imagined something.

You shift, just barely, and Caleb’s grip tightens. Not rough. Just firm. Just desperate.

His breath stutters. A sharp, shuddering gasp. The sound of air being sucked in like a drowning man breaking the surface.

“Pip-squeak—”

You blink, vision adjusting. And for a second, you don’t recognize him. Because this isn’t the Caleb you know now. This isn’t the Maze’s warden.

This is the boy you lost.

His hair is a mess, strands sticking to his forehead, like he’s run his hands through it too many times. His jaw is clenched too tight, his violet eyes rimmed red, glossy with something too human.

And yet—he’s still beautiful.

Even like this. Especially like this.

He leans in, so careful, as if he’s scared to break you. Fingers brush over your hair, soft and slow.

“Don’t do that again.” His voice is wrecked.

A plea, not a command.

You don’t know who he is right now. But you know one thing—

This is the Caleb you remember.

The one you lost.

And that destroys you.

The ache that’s been festering inside you since his reboot—longing, grief, frustration, something darker, something deeper—it all snaps at once.

You grab him.

Fingers buried in his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, pulling him toward you. His body locks up, every muscle tensing, his breath shuddering as your grip tightens.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe.

Then—your lips crash against his.

It’s weak at first—but it’s not hesitant. It’s needy, desperate, raw.

Caleb shudders. A sharp inhale, a ragged noise that sounds almost pained as his fingers flex against the sheets.

Then—he breaks.

His hands snap up, one cradling your jaw, the other gripping the back of your neck, tilting your head so he can devour you properly.

And devour you, he does.

The moment he kisses you back, it’s not careful.

It’s hungry.

His lips crush against yours, parting just enough for his breath to mix with yours, his tongue sliding against the seam of your lips like he needs more. Caleb’s body presses closer, nearly crawling onto the bed, caging you in with his warmth. His grip is firm but reverent, like he’s afraid to hurt you but more afraid to stop.

A low, almost desperate groan rumbles in his throat, vibrating against your lips.

Your chest tightens, breath catching, every nerve lighting up under his touch.

Then—he pulls back, just an inch.

His lips hover over yours, his breath ragged, uneven. His violet eyes—heavy, dilated, starving—lock onto yours.

And then, because he’s still Caleb, even now—

He smirks—

His voice is low, husky, wrecked.

“If I knew concussions made you affectionate, I would’ve dropped you myself.”

You barely have time to laugh—weak, breathless—before he’s on you again.

But this time, it’s different.

This time, he takes.

His mouth crashes onto yours, hotter, deeper, teeth scraping against your lower lip before he soothes it with his tongue. His hand slips under the blanket, fingertips skimming over your waist, tracing the curve of your hip like he’s memorizing it.

Your breath catches—sharp, shaky.

His does, too.

His body is so warm, so solid against yours. His scent—leather, metal, something inherently Caleb—fills your senses, making you dizzier than the concussion ever could.

He kisses you like he’s been waiting for this forever.

Like he’s starved.

Like he’s afraid he’ll never get another chance.

His fingers tighten against you, his breath coming harder now, like he’s barely keeping himself from completely losing it.

You’re both so wrapped up in the heat, the want, the sheer overwhelming intensity of it—

That neither of you notices it happening.

Not until it’s too late.

Not until Caleb’s breath suddenly stutters—

And his whole body seizes.

For a split second, you think he’s just overcome.

That he’s pausing, collecting himself, trying to steady the sharp, frenzied pull between you.

Then—

His whole form locks up.

And then, without warning—

He collapses.

His weight slams forward, forehead crashing into your stomach, body folding over you from the chair beside the bed.

The shock knocks the air from your lungs.

“Caleb—?!”

Nothing.

No response.

His shoulders tremble.

His breathing is wrong—too sharp, too erratic. His fingers spasm weakly against the sheets, grasping at nothing.

Your hand shoots to his hair, pushing his bangs back, fingers threading through the damp strands.

“Caleb.”

Still, no response.

But then—

A whisper.

So soft, so wrecked, barely a breath against your stomach.

”…Don’t go.”

The sound cuts through you like a knife.

This isn’t possessive.

This isn’t commanding.

It’s pleading.

It’s broken.

And just like that—the man who kissed you like he owned you is now crumbling in your lap.

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Chapter three

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Writer’s note: That’s the intro done, ya’ll! I’m so excited icl. I love their communication in morse code, the tension, the pull, the emotions~. The next chapters will be longer, so you are hereby warned. Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[ilium-ilia]

As Your Skin Gives

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Chapter Three: bonnie

tw: non-con

Department stores always have a synthetic scent to them. 

Simon’s stomach twists as he stands in the midst of one with his arms crossed over his chest. Rubber and animal feed hangs heavy in the air around him as he huffs. This is the last place he wants to visit after a long day of butchering animals and cutting them into palatable pieces, but there’s something he needs. Something that proves to be difficult to find. Plastic is incorporated into everything these days—it's weaved into food bags and molded into anything one can think of. Cheap trash. Something that breaks too easily, unlike flesh and metal. 

Dark eyes scan the rack of dog collars in front of him with disappointment as nothing but plastic and nylon stares back at him. Fluorescent reflective yellow, glittery princess pink—disgusting. They’re poorly crafted; simple items that will fray and break within no time. Putting either of his pets into something so gaudy seems inhumane, and his nose twitches underneath his mask at the very thought. 

No, he needs something more dignified. Something real. 

Thick-soled work boots hit the concrete floor with a dull thud as Simon rounds the other side of the rack. It takes everything in him not to scoff at the plump purple faux leather collar that greets him on the second row, but as his eyes meander downwards, he finally catches sight of the good stuff. Dark cow skin tanned and conditioned into lovely leather, coupled with a smooth, malleable interior for comfort. His knees creak as he bends down and reaches a hand towards one of the collars. Smooth—it smells leagues better than the synthetic bands a few rows above. 

Once he makes his choice of a dark brown leather collar, Simon straightens himself before cutting through the store. There’s only one more thing he needs to retrieve before returning home. 

Your name. 

The engraving machine sits at the ready with a flashing LED screen with photos of dogs and cats cycling through the monitor. There’s an array of different shaped tags that the machine offers, but Simon isn’t interested in any of them. Dog bones, stars—all of it. Cliche. Annoying. Though he’s certain Johnny would like for you to have the heart shaped tag, he opts to go with a simple circle. 

The screen prompts him to type a name to be engraved into the metal. Simon’s thick fingers tap on the electric keyboard. 

B. O. N. N. I. E. 

Bonnie. 

Of course, Simon knows your other name. Your old name. The one that’s on your lease and etched into your driver’s license. The one your mother always coos when you talk on the phone together. It doesn’t suit you, and you’re under his care now. After all, a new life demands a new name. 

As the machine whirs and whines in front of him, Simon sneaks his phone out of his pocket. Several customers mill around the aisles behind him as he opens an app that sports a house-shaped icon where he’s instantly brought to a live feed of the rooms in his home. The videos illuminate in a grid on his phone, and though the images are too small to clearly see the contents, he knows exactly where he can find you and Johnny. 

Clicking on the live feed from the bedroom, Simon nearly smirks when the video pops up on his screen. Johnny has you nearly naked on the bed with nothing but a tank top to cover your torso. He’s stradling your chest as he shoves his cock into your mouth, leaving your hands to pound against his stomach as your legs flail from underneath him. 

Simon knows just what he would hear if he turned the audio on. Even now in his mind he can hear Johnny’s pathetic grunts and your gagging and panting as you struggle to suck in air. It’s not his first round with you that day, and Simon doubts it’ll be the last. Simon’s watched the cameras like a hawk all day since he left for work. He witnessed every second of Johnny fucking your thighs. Pathetic. Almost cute. So close to your cunt, yet not quite the real deal. 

He has to make sure his pup listens to the rules, even when he’s not around. He would hate to get rid of you if the silly pup had fucked you properly. 

The machine in front of him beeps, signaling the completion of your freshly engraved name tag, yet Simon’s eyes refuse to look away from his phone. Johnny’s hips begin to stutter, and with one final push, he presses his cock down your throat. Your body trashes as you try to squirm from his grasp, but Johnny’s weight keeps you pinned to the bed as he throws his head back. 

Simon can nearly hear the groan in his mind. His fucked out, mouth open gaze trains on the ceiling as his spend trickles down your throat. Eventually, his legs give out, sending him collapsing onto the bed next to you, cock pulling out of your mouth in the process. 

Once you’re free from Johnny’s weight, you sit up as coughs rattle your body. Even through the graininess of the camera, Simon can see the spit and cum dribble down your chin and onto the mattress. He huffs as he watches the moisture soak into the duvet—yet another mess that he’s not excited to clean up when he gets home. 

Simon turns his phone off with a sigh before he finally retrieves your tag out of the machine. His thumb grazes over your new name. The letters are cut so deep that he can feel the texture as the metal splits and widens. Nodding, he pockets it along with his phone before going to pay for your collar. 

The bold cashier that is unfortunate enough to serve Simon looks at him with his towering height, intimidating mask, and concerning choice of merchandise with what can only be described as faint disgust accompanied by caution. Simon doubles down on his cold expression. His eyes trace over the man’s features, counting the ten different ways he knows how to filet a human. Even now he can see how easily his knife could sink into the socket of his shoulder and how a simple twist would get the limb to pop free. A flash of silver is all it takes to slice through tendons and ligaments—Simon could have the man ready for shipment by the top of the hour. 

Neither of them speak as the cashier scans the collar, but Simon wishes that he could grab his knife instead of cash when he’s asked to pay for it. Animals shouldn’t look at owners like this—as if he was a monster. 

If an animal wasn’t a pet, then the only look he should receive from them is fear. 

Instead, he grabs the collar from the counter the moment the man takes his money, and he doesn’t look back as he exits the store, not even as the clerk calls after him asking about his change.

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Our planet is choking on plastics. Some of the worst offenders, which can take decades to degrade in landfills, are polypropylene—which is used for things such as food packaging and bumpers—and polyethylene, found in plastic bags, bottles, toys, and even mulch.

Polypropylene and polyethylene can be recycled, but the process can be difficult and often produces large quantities of the greenhouse gas methane. They are both polyolefins, which are the products of polymerizing ethylene and propylene, raw materials that are mainly derived from fossil fuels. The bonds of polyolefins are also notoriously hard to break.

Now, researchers at UC Berkeley have come up with a method of recycling these polymers that uses catalysts that easily break their bonds, converting them into propylene and isobutylene, which are gases at room temperature. Those gases can then be recycled into new plastics.

“Because polypropylene and polyethylene are among the most difficult and expensive plastics to separate from each other in a mixed waste stream, it is crucial that [a recycling] process apply to both polyolefins,” the research team said in a study recently published in Science.

Breaking It Down

The recycling process the team used is known as isomerizing ethenolysis, which relies on a catalyst to break down olefin polymer chains into their small molecules. Polyethylene and polypropylene bonds are highly resistant to chemical reactions, because both of these polyolefins have long chains of single carbon-carbon bonds. Most polymers have at least one carbon-carbon double bond, which is much easier to break.

While isomerizing ethenolysis had been tried by the same researchers before, the previous catalysts were expensive metals that did not remain pure long enough to convert all of the plastic into gas. Using sodium on alumina followed by tungsten oxide on silica proved much more economical and effective, even though the high temperatures required for the reaction added a bit to the cost.

In both plastics, exposure to sodium on alumina broke each polymer chain into shorter polymer chains and created breakable carbon-carbon double bonds at the ends. The chains continued to break over and over. Both then underwent a second process known as olefin metathesis. They were exposed to a stream of ethylene gas flowing into a reaction chamber while being introduced to tungsten oxide on silica, which resulted in the breakage of the carbon-carbon bonds.

The reaction breaks all the carbon-carbon bonds in polyethylene and polypropylene, with the carbon atoms released during the breaking of these bonds ending up attached to molecules of ethylene. “The ethylene is critical to this reaction, as it is a coreactant,” researcher R.J. Conk, one of the authors of the study, told Ars Technica. “The broken links then react with ethylene, which removes the links from the chain. Without ethylene, the reaction cannot occur.”

The entire chain is catalyzed until polyethylene is fully converted to propylene, and polypropylene is converted to a mixture of propylene and isobutylene.

This method has high selectivity—meaning it produces a large amount of the desired product: propylene derived from polyethylene, and both propylene and isobutylene derived from polypropylene. Both of these chemicals are in high demand; propylene is an important raw material for the chemical industry, while isobutylene is a frequently used monomer in many different polymers, including synthetic rubber and a gasoline additive.

Mixing It Up

Because plastics are often mixed at recycling centers, the researchers wanted to see what would happen if polypropylene and polyethylene underwent isomerizing ethenolysis together. The reaction was successful, converting the mixture into propylene and isobutylene, with slightly more propylene than isobutylene.

Mixtures also typically include contaminants in the form of additional plastics. So the team also wanted to see whether the reaction would still work if there were contaminants. They experimented with plastic objects that would otherwise be thrown away, including a centrifuge and a bread bag, both of which contained traces of other polymers besides polypropylene and polyethylene. The reaction yielded only slightly less propylene and isobutylene than it did with unadulterated versions of the polyolefins.

Another test involved introducing different plastics, such as PET and PVC, to polypropylene and polyethylene to see if that would make a difference. These did lower the yield significantly. If this approach is going to be successful, then all but the slightest traces of contaminants will have to be removed from polypropylene and polyethylene products before they are recycled.

While this recycling method sounds like it could prevent tons upon tons of waste, it will need to be scaled up enormously for this to happen. When the research team increased the scale of the experiment, it produced the same yield, which looks promising for the future. Still, we’ll need to build considerable infrastructure before this could make a dent in our plastic waste.

“We hope that the work described … will lead to practical methods for … [producing] new polymers,” the researchers said in the same study. “By doing so, the demand for production of these essential commodity chemicals starting from fossil carbon sources and the associated greenhouse gas emissions could be greatly reduced.”

[felonytaxevasion]

now heres a twig fashion thought for your consideration. being that radham and presumably many other cities in twig are almost perpetually rainy, the raincoats people use constantly probably have quite the high cultural importance, and fashion trends for them are notable. i could also envision twig big city women having nice umbrellas that are kind of analogous to clutch purses in terms of how they're designed and marketed

So ok I was originally going to answer this with THATS SO COOL and some vague allusions to how Mary would hide knives in her umbrella but I have gone down a rabbit hole about historical fiber water proof coating and the mass industrialization of the rubber and wax industries.

See because originally I just wanted to know how scarce an umbrella or raincoat would be, the results seeming to say "well wax coated fibers are more expensive because wax production is limited but rubber coated wool fiber for coats is common" but then I also had to ask myself "how is a mega academy ruling the world via medical science going to affect the supply and demand of rubber production" I mean especially with the stitched requiring water proofing to be effective and the constant wars. Twig is also set in a part of the world that does not produce rubber either so it could very well be a resource hoarded by the academy. Which would lead to the majority of citizens relying on Furs and Leathers to stay dry but likely that academy lab coats are water treated which would add to their status symbol. Umbrellas too, I'm not an expert but brief glances indicate they were typically made with wax coating before the invention of synthetic plastic and Twig has yet to mention the state of whaling in the world so hmmm

There is much to consider here about raincoats and umbrellas. I don't have a thesis yet but the gears are turning

[findingmfg]

Top 10 Rubber Products Manufacturing Companies in India

India stands as a major global contributor in rubber product manufacturing, with decades of experience, a strong supply chain, and growing export capacity. From tires and tubes to precision-engineered rubber components, Indian manufacturers serve a wide range of sectors including automotive, construction, defense, medical, and industrial engineering.

This article takes a closer look at the top 10 rubber products manufacturing companies in India, recognized for their quality, consistency, and ability to meet global demand.

Overview of India’s Rubber Manufacturing Industry

Rubber manufacturing involves transforming natural or synthetic rubber into usable products. India, being one of the largest producers of natural rubber, is well-positioned to supply both domestic and international markets. With the presence of advanced manufacturing units, skilled labor, and government support for exports, the country’s rubber sector continues to thrive.

Top 10 Rubber Products Manufacturing Companies in India

1. Apollo Tyres Ltd.

Based in Gurgaon, Apollo Tyers is one of the top rubber manufacturing company in India. Apart from automotive tires, Apollo also contributes to industrial rubber applications through innovation-driven processes.

2. MRF Ltd.

Founded in Chennai, MRF (Madras Rubber Factory) is synonymous with quality in tire production. Over the years, it has expanded into various rubber-related segments including conveyor belts, rubber mats, and industrial products.

3. CEAT Ltd.

Headquartered in Mumbai, CEAT is part of the RPG Group. Known primarily for automotive tires, CEAT also manufactures industrial rubber goods and emphasizes sustainable and efficient manufacturing practices.

4. JK Tyre & Industries Ltd.

With its headquarters in New Delhi, JK Tyre has a global footprint in over 100 countries. In addition to a wide range of tires, it produces durable rubber components used in various industrial and commercial applications.

5. Balkrishna Industries Ltd. (BKT)

Mumbai-based BKT is a global leader in off-highway tire manufacturing. It also plays a key role in rubber component development for the agriculture, construction, and mining industries.

6. TVS Srichakra Ltd.

This Madurai-based company is known for manufacturing tires for two-wheelers and three-wheelers. It also supplies molded rubber components for OEMs and aftermarket services in India and abroad.

7. Sundaram Industries Ltd.

Also part of the TVS Group, Sundaram Industries specializes in molded rubber parts and sealing systems, mainly for the automotive sector. Their expertise in custom-engineered rubber solutions makes them a preferred partner for many OEMs.

8. Eastern Rubber and Plastic Products Pvt. Ltd.

Operating out of Kerala, this company focuses on custom rubber molding and industrial applications. It caters to niche requirements across electrical, marine, and construction sectors.

9. Hitech Rubber Industries

Hitech Rubber, based in Mumbai, is known for producing high-quality rubber and silicone products. Their components are widely used in pharmaceutical, food processing, and chemical industries.

10. Super Seals India Ltd.

Located in Ahmedabad, Super Seals manufactures a wide array of rubber seals, hoses, and precision-molded parts. They serve critical sectors such as oil and gas, power, and infrastructure with high-performance rubber products.

Why India Leads in Rubber Product Manufacturing

Natural Resources: India has abundant natural rubber, especially in states like Kerala, Tamil Nadu, and Tripura.

Skilled Manufacturing Base: The country has a large pool of trained professionals in rubber technology and engineering.

Global Supply Capabilities: Indian manufacturers are compliant with international quality standards and cater to export markets efficiently.

Wide Industry Applications: Indian rubber products are used in automotive, healthcare, aerospace, defense, construction, and consumer goods.

Major Rubber Products Made in India

Tires and tubes

Industrial hoses and belts

Molded rubber seals and gaskets

Rubber flooring and mats

Silicone medical components

Footwear components

Automotive bushings and suspension parts

Conclusion

India’s rubber manufacturing industry is diverse, quality-driven, and internationally competitive. These top 10 rubber product manufacturers represent the best of Indian engineering, delivering innovation, durability, and value across sectors. Whether you're sourcing rubber components for industrial use or looking for an export-ready supplier, these companies are trusted names in the global market.

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Global Agricultural Trailer Tyres Market: Competitive Landscape and Strategic Forecast 2025–2032

global Agricultural Trailer Tyres Market continues to exhibit steady growth, with its valuation reaching USD 412 million in 2024. According to the latest industry analysis, the market is projected to grow at a CAGR of 4.00%, reaching USD 562 million by 2032. This expansion is fueled by increasing mechanization in agriculture, rising farm productivity demands, and the replacement cycle of aging farm equipment across key agricultural regions.

Agricultural trailer tyres are critical components for farm equipment, offering durability and load-bearing capacity for heavy agricultural applications. The demand for specialized tyres has grown as farm operations scale up and equipment becomes more sophisticated. Recent developments in rubber compounds and tread designs are helping manufacturers meet the evolving needs of modern agriculture.

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North America currently leads in agricultural trailer tyre adoption, accounting for approximately 35% of global demand, thanks to large-scale farming operations and high equipment utilization rates. The region's market growth is further supported by strong aftermarket demand and farm equipment replacement cycles.

Europe follows closely with significant market share, driven by precision farming adoption and government support for agricultural modernization. Asia-Pacific is emerging as the fastest-growing region, with countries like China and India investing heavily in agricultural mechanization to boost food production.

Key Market Drivers and Opportunities

The market is primarily driven by the increasing global food demand, which necessitates higher agricultural productivity and efficiency. Farm consolidation trends are creating demand for larger equipment and specialized tyres capable of handling heavier loads. Additionally, the growing adoption of precision farming technologies is creating opportunities for smart tyre solutions with embedded sensors.

Opportunities exist in developing specialized tyres for organic and sustainable farming practices. The rise of autonomous farm equipment also presents new challenges and requirements for tyre manufacturers to address. Emerging markets in Africa and South America offer untapped potential as agricultural mechanization rates increase in these regions.

Challenges & Restraints

The market faces several challenges, including raw material price volatility for natural rubber and synthetic compounds. Environmental regulations concerning tyre disposal and recycling are becoming more stringent globally. Additionally, the high cost of premium agricultural tyres can be prohibitive for small-scale farmers in developing markets.

Supply chain disruptions and trade restrictions continue to impact market stability. The industry also faces the challenge of balancing performance requirements with sustainability goals, as farmers increasingly prioritize environmentally friendly solutions.

Market Segmentation by Type

Radial Agriculture Tires

Bias (Crossply) Agriculture Tires

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Market Segmentation by Application

Corn

Wheat

Rice

Other

Market Segmentation and Key Players

Michelin

Bridgestone

Titan International

Pirelli

Trelleborg

AGT

BKT

Mitas

Sumitomo

Nokian

Harvest King

J.K. Tyre

Carlisle

Specialty Tires

Delta

CEAT

Report Scope

This report provides a comprehensive analysis of the global agricultural trailer tyres market from 2024 to 2032, with detailed insights into:

Market size and growth projections

Regional market dynamics

Competitive landscape analysis

Technology trends and innovations

The study includes in-depth profiles of leading manufacturers, covering:

Product portfolios and specifications

Production capacities and expansion plans

Market strategies and competitive positioning

Additionally, the report examines key factors influencing market growth, including:

Agricultural industry trends

Equipment manufacturer requirements

Raw material supply dynamics

Regulatory environment

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Introduction: What is SBR and Why is it Important?

Styrene Butadiene Rubber, commonly known as SBR, is a synthetic rubber with impressive durability, flexibility, and resistance to abrasion and aging. It is one of the most widely used elastomers in the world, especially in the form of SBR Latex – a liquid emulsion used in a variety of applications ranging from construction to textiles and adhesives.

Satiate Solutions offers an advanced range of LATEX SBR products tailored for industrial and commercial use. Their high-quality formulation ensures better bonding, waterproofing, and performance in demanding environments.

Key Features and Benefits of LATEX SBR

Choosing Satiate Solutions' SBR Latex means unlocking several industry-specific advantages:

1. Improved Adhesion

LATEX SBR significantly enhances the bond strength between old and new concrete surfaces. It's a preferred bonding agent in patching, repair, and overlay works.

2. Waterproofing Excellence

Due to its low water permeability, LATEX SBR is used in waterproofing applications such as bathrooms, terraces, basements, and water tanks. It protects surfaces from water ingress, seepage, and chemical attack.

3. Enhanced Flexibility

Concrete modified with SBR remains crack-resistant under thermal and mechanical stress. It retains elasticity and does not shrink or become brittle.

4. Abrasion & Chemical Resistance

SBR Latex improves resistance to wear and chemical exposure, making it suitable for industrial floors, garages, workshops, and chemical processing plants.

Why Choose Satiate Solutions for LATEX SBR?

Satiate Solutions is a leading provider of industrial chemical solutions. Their SBR stands out due to:

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SBR and LATEX SBR are essential materials in modern construction, offering durability, flexibility, and long-term value. With SBR, you’re choosing a brand that emphasizes performance, consistency, and sustainability.

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Gum Rosin Market Emerging Trends Driving Global Industry Transformation

The gum rosin market is experiencing significant transformation, fueled by evolving consumer preferences, technological advancements, and expanding application scopes. As a natural resin obtained from pine trees, gum rosin has long served as a vital raw material in industries such as adhesives, rubber, inks, paints, coatings, and food-grade esters. Today, a variety of emerging trends are shaping its demand and supply dynamics, unlocking new avenues for growth and innovation.

Expansion in Bio-Based and Green Products

One of the most prominent trends in the gum rosin market is the increasing preference for bio-based materials. As industries and consumers alike shift toward sustainable products, gum rosin’s natural origin positions it as a highly favored alternative to petroleum-based resins. Manufacturers are increasingly developing eco-friendly adhesives, varnishes, and sealants using modified rosin derivatives. This trend is particularly evident in the packaging and personal care sectors, where sustainability commitments are strong drivers of procurement strategies.

Additionally, rosin esters and derivatives are being integrated into bio-based plastics and composite materials, further diversifying gum rosin’s utility beyond traditional boundaries.

Rising Demand from the Adhesives and Sealants Sector

The adhesives and sealants sector remains one of the largest consumers of gum rosin, and emerging formulations are deepening this reliance. Innovations in pressure-sensitive adhesives, hot-melt adhesives, and water-based adhesives are expanding the demand for rosin esters. This is particularly notable in the consumer electronics, automotive, and furniture industries, where adhesives must perform under high thermal and mechanical stress. Gum rosin provides the necessary tackiness and flexibility required for such applications.

With e-commerce packaging and flexible packaging also on the rise globally, the requirement for effective sealing solutions is growing rapidly. Gum rosin's adhesive performance makes it an ideal choice in this dynamic sector.

Technological Advancements in Processing and Purification

Technological progress in gum rosin extraction and purification is opening new growth avenues. Advanced distillation and esterification methods are enabling manufacturers to produce high-purity rosin and tailor-made derivatives for specific industrial applications. This has led to the development of rosin-based polymers with improved resistance to heat, oxidation, and ultraviolet radiation.

These enhanced materials are being explored in specialty coatings, automotive paints, and even advanced composite materials, where performance and environmental sustainability go hand-in-hand. New purification techniques also allow for more consistent quality, which is essential for high-end applications in electronics and pharmaceuticals.

Emerging Opportunities in Pharmaceutical and Cosmetic Industries

Gum rosin is witnessing growing interest from the pharmaceutical and cosmetic industries. In pharmaceuticals, it is used in microencapsulation and controlled drug delivery systems due to its biocompatibility and film-forming properties. In cosmetics, rosin is being utilized in depilatory waxes, lipsticks, and nail varnishes, owing to its sticky nature and ability to form stable films.

As consumer awareness regarding clean-label ingredients grows, companies are exploring gum rosin as a natural alternative to synthetic film-formers and tackifiers in personal care products. This movement is particularly strong in Europe and North America, where regulatory standards encourage the use of natural and renewable ingredients.

Regional Market Dynamics and Supply Chain Innovations

Asia-Pacific continues to dominate the global gum rosin market due to its large-scale pine harvesting operations, particularly in China, Indonesia, and Vietnam. However, emerging economies in Latin America and Africa are beginning to invest in tapping their forest resources, potentially altering global supply chains.

Moreover, digitalization of the supply chain is aiding market transparency and traceability. From forest sourcing to final product delivery, advanced tracking systems and blockchain-based tools are helping ensure quality, sustainability compliance, and efficiency. This is especially beneficial in regions with strict import regulations.

Impact of Regulations and Quality Standards

As environmental and safety regulations tighten worldwide, manufacturers are increasingly required to meet stringent standards related to toxicity, emissions, and renewability. Gum rosin, being naturally derived, has a competitive edge in meeting these standards. However, to remain compliant, producers are investing in testing and certification processes to ensure product safety across different applications.

For example, in food contact materials and pharmaceutical use cases, regulatory approvals and adherence to Good Manufacturing Practices (GMP) are crucial. This trend is prompting companies to upgrade infrastructure and invest in R&D for certifications such as REACH and FDA compliance.

Conclusion

The gum rosin market is at a pivotal stage of evolution, driven by global sustainability trends, increasing industrial applications, and innovation in processing technologies. As the world leans further into eco-conscious production and consumption, the demand for naturally derived, high-performance materials like gum rosin is expected to rise steadily. Stakeholders across the value chain—from forest owners and resin processors to end-product manufacturers—stand to benefit from aligning with these emerging trends and investing in sustainable, high-value innovations.

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Global Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market Market research report

Global Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market Market research report provides a complete overview of the market by examining it both qualitatively and statistically, including particular data and in-depth insights from several market segments. While the qualitative analysis of market dynamics, which includes growth drivers, challenges, constraints, and so on, offers in-depth insight into the market's current and potential, the quantitative analysis includes historical and forecast statistics of major market segments.Get Free Request Sample : https://www.globalgrowthinsights.com/enquiry/request-sample-pdf/chloroprene-rubber-cr-market-100080Who is the Top largest companies (Marketing heads, regional heads) of Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market?Zenith Industrial Rubber Products,Showa Denko,China Bluestar New Chemical Materials,Nairit,Pidilite,Denka,Chongqing Longevity Chemical,Tosoh,Chongqing Changshou Chemical,Denki Kagaku Kogyo,Changshou Chemical,Asahi kasei Chemicals,Shanxi Synthetic Rubber Group,Lanxess,DowDuPont Inc.Market Segmentations:On the thought of the product, this report displays the assembly, revenue, price, Classifications market share and rate of growth of each type, primarily split intoSolvent-based Adhesive,Latex Type AdhesiveOn the thought of the highest users/applications, this report focuses on the status and outlook for major applications/end users, consumption (sales), market share and rate of growth for each application, includingAdhesive,Industrial Rubber Products,OthersKey Drivers of the Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market MarketTechnological Innovation: The pulse of the Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market market is its ongoing technological evolution, enhancing product and service efficiency. Innovations span materials, manufacturing, and digital technologies.Surging Demand: Factors like population growth, urbanization, and shifts in consumer preferences are fueling a rising demand for Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market products and services, propelling market expansion.Regulatory Encouragement: Supportive government measures, including incentives and regulations favoring Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market adoptions, such as renewable energy subsidies and carbon pricing, are catalyzing market growth.Environmental Consciousness: The growing awareness of environmental issues and carbon footprint reduction is accelerating the uptake of eco-friendly and renewable Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market solutions.Cost Efficiency: The decreasing costs associated with producing and deploying Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market solutions, thanks to technological progress, competitive markets, and scale economies, are making these options increasingly attainable.Key Questions Addressed in this Report-What is the 10-year outlook for the global Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market Market?-What factors are Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market market growth, globally and by region?-Which technologies are poised for the fastest growth by Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market Market and region-How do Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market market opportunities vary by end Market size?-How does Chloroprene Rubber (CR) Market break out type, application?What are the influences of COVID-19 and Russia-Ukraine war?View Full Report @: https://www.globalgrowthinsights.com/market-reports/chloroprene-rubber-cr-market-100080About Us:Global Growth Insights is the credible source for gaining the market reports that will provide you with the lead your business needs. At GlobalGrowthInsights.com, our objective is providing a platform for many top-notch market research firms worldwide to publish their research reports, as well as helping the decision makers in finding most suitable market research solutions under one roof. Our aim is to provide the best solution that matches the exact customer requirements. This drives us to provide you with custom or syndicated research reports.

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Precipitated Silica Market is Anticipated to Witness Growth Owing to Tire Applications

Precipitated silica, a high-purity, synthetic amorphous form of silicon dioxide, is widely used as a reinforcing filler in rubber, plastics, coatings, and adhesives. Its unique porous structure enhances mechanical strength, abrasion resistance, and dispersion in polymer matrices, leading to improved product performance. In the tire industry, precipitated silica reduces rolling resistance and improves wet traction, supporting fuel efficiency and safety—key market trends driven by stringent vehicle emission norms and consumer demand. Beyond automotive, applications extend to oral care products, where silica acts as a mild abrasive and polishing agent; in food and pharmaceutical industries for thickening and anti‐caking; and in paints and coatings to optimize rheology and durability.  

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Why Aerospace Components Manufacturers in India Are Powering the Future of Global Aviation

India has rapidly evolved into one of the most dynamic manufacturing hubs in the world. Driven by government initiatives, skilled labor, and growing global demand, Indian manufacturers are making a strong impact in critical industries such as aerospace, automotive aftermarket, and industrial rubber. From precision engineering to durable industrial supplies, Indian manufacturers are now catering to both domestic and international markets with superior quality and cost efficiency.

Aerospace Components Manufacturers in India

The Indian aerospace industry has grown tremendously in the last decade. With a focus on indigenization, many Indian firms are now producing world-class aerospace components that meet global standards. Aerospace components manufacturers in India have invested heavily in advanced technologies like CNC machining, 3D printing, composite materials, and quality control systems to serve global aerospace giants.

These manufacturers supply precision parts such as engine casings, landing gear systems, actuators, brackets, and fasteners. Collaborations with organizations like ISRO, HAL (Hindustan Aeronautics Limited), and DRDO have further strengthened India's reputation as a reliable source of high-end aerospace manufacturing. Companies are also certified with AS9100, ISO 9001, and other global quality standards, which has helped them establish long-term export relationships with clients in North America, Europe, and the Middle East.

Moreover, aerospace manufacturing clusters in cities like Bengaluru, Hyderabad, Pune, and Chennai have created an ecosystem that fosters innovation, skill development, and high productivity. With a sharp focus on quality and precision, aerospace components manufacturers in India are becoming essential partners in the global aerospace value chain.

Supplier of Aftermarket Parts in India

The automotive and industrial machinery sectors rely heavily on a stable and high-quality supply of aftermarket parts. India has emerged as a key supplier of aftermarket parts in India, offering a wide range of products including engine components, transmission parts, suspension systems, filters, brake systems, and electrical parts. These components are essential not only for vehicle maintenance but also for enhancing performance and lifespan.

Indian aftermarket suppliers are known for offering high-quality products at competitive prices, making them attractive to clients in the United States, Europe, Africa, and Latin America. They serve a wide variety of sectors such as automobiles, commercial vehicles, construction machinery, agricultural equipment, and even aerospace maintenance.

What sets Indian aftermarket suppliers apart is their ability to customize products based on client specifications and market requirements. From OEM-quality standards to rapid delivery and after-sales support, they provide end-to-end services that support fleet operators, workshops, and retailers. With increasing digitization and e-commerce platforms, aftermarket businesses in India are also leveraging technology to streamline orders and logistics.

Rubber Products Manufacturers in India

Rubber products are the backbone of many industrial applications, and India has positioned itself as a leading manufacturer in this segment. Rubber products manufacturers in India produce a diverse range of items, such as gaskets, seals, O-rings, hoses, anti-vibration mounts, rubber sheets, and molded components for various industries including automotive, aerospace, oil & gas, construction, and healthcare.

These manufacturers use high-grade synthetic and natural rubber materials to ensure durability, resistance to chemicals, temperature variation, and mechanical wear. They comply with global standards such as RoHS, REACH, and ISO certifications, which makes them highly sought after in international markets. Indian rubber manufacturers are known for their ability to provide cost-effective solutions without compromising on performance or quality.

Many of these manufacturers are located in industrial belts such as Maharashtra, Gujarat, Tamil Nadu, and Karnataka, where access to raw materials, skilled labor, and efficient logistics make large-scale production viable. Continuous R&D investment also helps Indian rubber producers develop innovative solutions for demanding applications.

Conclusion

India’s industrial growth is no longer limited to traditional sectors—it is now making a global mark in high-precision manufacturing. With top-tier aerospace components manufacturers in India, trusted supplier of aftermarket parts in India, and globally competitive rubber products manufacturers in India, the country is poised to become a key supplier in the global supply chain.

As international demand continues to grow, India’s focus on innovation, quality, and sustainability ensures it will remain a preferred destination for sourcing high-performance components and materials across multiple sectors.

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Global Synthetic Polyisoprene Rubber Market to 2035: Growth, Trends, and Forecasts

The demand for synthetic polyisoprene rubber industry is likely to be driven by its widespread application in the manufacturing of tires, belts, footwear, and medical accessories such as medical gloves and medical balloons. The global market is anticipated to expand at a robust 6.8% CAGR over the forecast period between 2025 and 2035, finds Future Market Insights (FMI) in a recent market analysis.

As per FMI, the market is predicted to be dominated by East Asia, which is expected to continue over the forecast period. Backed by the aforementioned factors, the global synthetic polyisoprene rubber market is projected to top USD 7,072.5 million by 2035.

Synthetic polyisoprene rubber is widely utilized as a basic material in tire manufacturing. The demand for synthetic polyisoprene rubber has grown due to greater awareness among employers about the use of industrial gloves and increasing demand for medical gloves. In addition to footwear, synthetic polyisoprene rubber is used in the manufacturing of adhesives & sealants, belts, and other products in the industrial and construction sectors, which is driving the synthetic polyisoprene rubber market.

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The demand for synthetic polyisoprene rubber is expected to rise due to expansion in the medical sector, improvements in healthcare infrastructure, and rising establishment of hospitals and clinics.

“Over the forecast period, sales of synthetic polyisoprene rubbers are expected to be driven by the significant growth in the medical sector, along with rising production automotives across the globe,” says and FMI analyst.

Key Takeaways:

The synthetic Polyisoprene Rubber sales in the forecast period of 2025 to 2035 in Japan is expected to thrive with a CAGR of 8.1% and value at USD 406.7 Million by the end of the year 2035

The synthetic polyisoprene rubber market in China is expected to grow at 7.4 % during the period of 2025 to 2035

The Saudi Arabian sales for synthetic polyisoprene rubber are expected to expand at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 7.1 % between 2025 and 2035.

As the global medical gloves industry is likely to reach USD 22 billion by 2030,

In terms of application, the tires category will likely dominate and generate a share of around 53.3% in 2024

Contactless segment is likely to dominate the sales, holding a prominent value share of 61.5%

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Competitive Landscape 

Key players in the global synthetic polyisoprene rubber market include

Hebei Meishen Technology Co., Ltd,

Konoshima Chemical Co., Ltd.,

Kyowa Chemical Industry Co., Ltd.,

Lehmann & Voss & Co. KG,

Naikai Salt Industries Co., Ltd.,

Dr. Paul Lohmann GmbH KG,

NUOVA SIMA Srl.

Leading players are acquiring small and medium-sized players and are investing in increasing their production capacity. Along with this, they are investing in process development, and product innovations and are also focusing on green technology to reduce carbon emissions.

For instance:

In April 2025, SEMPERIT AG HOLDING announced its plans to expand its production lines by investing in the construction of six additional dipping lines for glove production. The company is planning to invest EUR 21 million for this construction.

In March 2025, Supermax Corp. Bhd announced to start manufacturing facility for gloves in the USA

More Insights into the Synthetic Polyisoprene Rubber Market Report

In its latest report, FMI offers an unbiased analysis of the global Synthetic Polyisoprene Rubber market, providing historical data from 2017 to 2021 and forecast statistics for the period of 2025-2035. To understand the global market potential, its growth, and scope, the market is segmented based on application (Medical, Tires, Belts, Adhesives & Sealants, Condoms, Footwear, and Others), by Contact (Contact & Contactless), and end use (Hospitals, Clinics, Blood and Organ Banks, Teaching Hospitals, Consumer Goods, Industrial, and Automotive & Transportation) across six regions (North America, Latin America, Europe, East Asia, South Asia Pacific, and the Middle East & Africa).

Polymers & Plastics: https://www.futuremarketinsights.com/industry-analysis/polymers-and-plastics

Synthetic Polyisoprene Rubber Market by Category  

By Application:

Medical

Medical Gloves

Medical Balloons

Catheters

Fluid Transport Tubing

Surgical Tubing

Laporoscopic Introducer Valves

Diagnostic Slit Septum Valves

Ventilator Flapper Disc Valves

Guidewire Seals

Needless Injection

Tires

Belts

Adhesives & Sealants

Condoms

Footwear

Others

By Contact:

Contact

Contactless

By End Use:

Hospitals

Private

Public

Clinics

Blood & Organ Banks

Teaching Hospitals

Consumer Goods

Industrial

Automotive & Transportation

By Region:

North America

Latin America

Europe

East Asia

South Asia & Pacific

Middle East & Africa

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Concrete Pumping Hose Made Easy with Our Durable Hoses

Concrete Pumping Hose are crucial components in modern introduction responsibilities, allowing the green and controlled shipping of concrete to particular locations. Designed to face up to the demanding situations of concrete pumping, the ones' hoses combine sturdiness, flexibility, and safety to make certain clean operations on internet sites.

What is a Concrete Pumping Hose?

A Concrete Pumping Hose is a specialized hose used to switch liquid concrete from the pump to the region vicinity. These hoses need to be sturdy enough to cope with the immoderate pressures generated by means of manner of concrete pumps and withstand abrasion from the coarse combination cloth in the concrete mixture.

Key Features and Benefits

Durability: Concrete pumping hoses are constructed with strengthened layers, commonly fabricated from synthetic cloth and rubber, to withstand placed on, tearing, and punctures. This ensures an extended provider existence even underneath non-prevent heavy use.

Flexibility: Flexibility is important for maneuvering hoses round obstacles and into tight spaces at production net websites. The hose’s layout allows for smooth dealing without compromising strength.

Pressure Resistance: Designed to withstand excessive working pressures (regularly as an awful lot as a hundred bar or more), those hoses appropriately control the pressure exerted by means of the usage of the concrete pump.

Abrasion Resistance: The inner lining is particularly formulated to face as much as abrasion as a result of the steady go together with the drift of concrete mixed with sharp aggregates.

Safety: Using exquisite hoses reduces the chance of bursts or leaks, which may be risky and high-priced in construction environments.

Applications of Concrete Pumping Hose

Concrete Pumping Hose Manufacturer in China are broadly used in diverse types of advent tasks, which include:

Residential and business building foundations

Bridges and tunnels

Roads and highways

Dams and big infrastructure tasks

Precast concrete flora

Custom Solutions and Sizes

Concrete pumping hoses are to be of one-of-a-type diameters and lengths, allowing customization primarily based on pump size and interest requirements. Manufacturers additionally provide hoses with varying bend radii and connection kinds to make certain compatibility with wonderful pumping structures.

Maintenance and Handling Tips

Proper protection extends the existence of Concrete Pumping Hose:

Regularly examine hoses for signs and symptoms and signs and symptoms of wear and tear and tear and tear or damage

Clean hoses after use to save you concrete buildup

Store hoses in a cool, dry area away from direct daylight hours

Avoid immoderate bending or twisting at some stage in handling

Why Choose Our Concrete Pumping Hoses?

Our Concrete Pumping Hose in China are synthetic, the use of pinnacle class substances and advanced era to supply superior normal performance and reliability. Backed with the useful aid of rigorous great attempting out and enterprise certifications, our hoses assist you hold performance and safety on each interest.

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Rubber Flooring Dubai: The Ultimate Choice for Durability and Style

When it comes to flooring solutions in Dubai, one option that is steadily gaining popularity among homeowners, commercial establishments, gyms, and educational institutions is rubber flooring Dubai. Known for its exceptional durability, safety features, and aesthetic versatility, rubber flooring is fast becoming the go-to choice in Dubai’s fast-paced and diverse environment.

What is Rubber Flooring?

Rubber flooring is made from natural or synthetic rubber, designed to provide a resilient and cushioned surface ideal for both heavy traffic and comfort. It comes in various forms such as tiles, rolls, and mats, and can be installed in different environments — from residential homes to commercial gyms, playgrounds, and office spaces.

Why Choose Rubber Flooring Dubai?

Dubai’s climate and lifestyle demand flooring materials that can withstand heat, humidity, and heavy usage while maintaining their appearance and functionality. Rubber flooring ticks all these boxes and more: Rubber floors are incredibly durable and can last for many years without significant wear and tear. They resist cracking, tearing, and impact damage, making them perfect for high-traffic areas like gyms, schools, and retail stores. Slip Resistance and Safety Safety is a major concern, especially in places with children or active users. Rubber flooring offers excellent slip resistance, reducing the risk of falls and injuries. This makes it a preferred choice for playgrounds, fitness centers, and healthcare facilities. Comfort Underfoot Rubber flooring has a natural cushioning effect that reduces strain on joints and feet, making it comfortable for standing or exercising for long periods. This quality is particularly appreciated in gyms and workplaces where employees spend hours on their feet. Easy Maintenance One of the biggest advantages of rubber flooring is its low maintenance. It is easy to clean, resistant to stains, mold, and mildew, and does not require waxing or polishing. This makes it a practical option for busy homes and commercial spaces. Eco-Friendly Options Many rubber flooring products are made from recycled materials, making them an environmentally friendly flooring option. Choosing recycled rubber flooring helps reduce waste and supports sustainability efforts in Dubai’s construction and design industries. Variety of Designs and Colors Gone are the days when rubber floors were seen as plain or industrial. Today, rubber flooring in Dubai is available in numerous colors, textures, and patterns, allowing property owners to enhance the aesthetic appeal of any space while benefiting from the functional advantages.

Popular Applications of Rubber Flooring Dubai

Fitness Centers and Gyms: The shock absorption and slip resistance properties make rubber floors ideal for workout areas, protecting equipment and users alike.

Schools and Playgrounds: Safe, durable, and easy to clean, rubber flooring provides a secure surface for children’s activities.

Commercial Spaces: Offices and retail stores benefit from the durability and noise-reduction qualities of rubber flooring.

Residential Use: Increasingly, homeowners are opting for rubber flooring in basements, kitchens, and playrooms because of its comfort and resilience.

Installation and Cost Considerations

Rubber flooring installation in Dubai is straightforward but should be handled by professionals to ensure a seamless finish. The cost depends on the type, thickness, and quality of the rubber flooring chosen but is generally affordable, especially when considering its long lifespan and low maintenance needs.

Conclusion

Rubber flooring is an excellent investment for anyone in Dubai looking for a safe, durable, and stylish flooring Dubai solution. Whether for commercial or residential use, its numerous benefits make it a smart choice that combines functionality with modern design. If you’re planning a new flooring project, consider rubber flooring to enjoy years of comfort, safety, and aesthetic appeal.