#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.

[ilium-ilia]

As Your Skin Gives

ghoap x fem!reader | pet!au | masterlist

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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*ೃ༄ 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 🫶🏻

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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.”

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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

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Micronized Wax Market Trends, Drivers, Restraints, Analysis and Forecast by 2034

The global micronized wax market size is projected to reach US$ 1.41 billion by the end of 2034, up from US$ 953.2 million in 2024. A new report by Fact.MR has projected worldwide sales of micronized wax to increase at a CAGR of 4% from 2024 to 2034.

Micronized wax, or paraffin wax, is processed via the spray chilling and jet milling method, which leads to the processing of wax into small particles ranging between 1 to 50 microns in diameter. Micronization makes the wax more dispersive and compatible in different systems, rendering it suitable for numerous applications. It finds widespread application in coatings, inks, adhesives, and other products to provide specialized attributes like scratch resistance, matting, anti-blocking, and slip resistance. Its small particle size allows uniform dispersion within compositions, leading to enhanced performance and appearance.

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Country-wise Insights

Incorporating operations in petroleum refineries all over the globe is impacting sales of micronized wax globally. More manufacturing globally to meet the demands of the growing global population is spurring demand for petroleum products, including micronized wax.

The United States is projected to possess 28.6% of the market share of micronized wax in North America during 2024. Some of the key factors that cause the growing sales volume of micronized wax in the nation include the expanding demand for routine as well as fragranced candles.

Increased industrialization and infrastructural development work is leading to demand for paints and coatings, thus driving sales of micronized wax in China. Besides, China is well known for having easy access to raw materials and low labor costs, which are making it a significant nation for the manufacturers of micronized wax.

Category-wise Insights

Micronized wax finds application in adhesives, paint and coatings, printing inks, plastics, construction materials, packaging, and tires and rubbers. Its application in paint and coatings is expected to grow at 4.9% CAGR until 2034.

Under application, printing ink segment holds a big market share. The inclusion of micronized wax in printing ink formulation gives rub resistance and abrasion resistance with maintenance of over-printability. It assists in enhancing the quality and printing ease. Micronized wax is also among the critical additives in printing inks production process.

Competitive Landscape

Leading players in the micronized wax market are emphasizing product quality enhancement and geographic diversification. Prominent market players in the micronized wax market are BASF SE, Sasol, Munzing Corporation, MPI, Sika AG, Shanghai Jiao'er Wax, Innospec, Lubrizol Corporation, Jiangxi Longhai Chemical, Westlake Corporation, Honeywell International Inc., and PCL.

In March of 2022, Sasol divested its Germany subsidiary, Sasol Wax GmbH, to AWAX s.p.a., a company that deals in the production, innovation, and marketing of wax products. In June of 2021, Braskem launched its first renewably produced polyethylene wax for use as a viscosity-modifier in various formulations.

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Segmentation of Micronized Wax Market Research

By Product Type :

Natural Wax

Carnauba

Others

Synthetic Wax

Polyethylene Wax

Polypropylene Wax

PTFE

Polyamide

Fischer-Tropsch

By Application :

Adhesives

Paints & Coatings

Printing Inks

Plastics

Building Materials

Packaging

Tires & Rubber

By Region :

North America

Europe

Latin America

East Asia

South Asia & Oceania

Middle East & Africa

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Natural Rubber Market

Natural Rubber Market is witnessing consistent growth driven by its diverse industrial applications, eco-friendly properties, and increasing demand from the automotive and construction sectors. Derived primarily from the latex of the Hevea brasiliensis tree, natural rubber offers superior elasticity, tensile strength, and abrasion resistance, making it a critical material in tires, industrial goods, footwear, and medical devices.

As of 2024, the global natural rubber market is valued at over USD 28 billion and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 4.5% through 2030. Asia-Pacific remains the dominant producer and consumer, with countries such as Thailand, Indonesia, Vietnam, and India leading the global supply.

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Key Drivers Fueling the Market:

Automotive Industry Expansion: Natural rubber is a key component in tire manufacturing due to its excellent heat dispersion and durability. With rising vehicle production—especially in emerging markets—demand is expected to accelerate.

Eco-Friendly Alternative to Synthetics: Unlike synthetic rubber, which is petroleum-based, natural rubber is renewable and biodegradable. As sustainability gains momentum across industries, natural rubber is being favored for its lower environmental footprint.

Growing Use in Industrial Applications: From conveyor belts and gaskets to seals and hoses, industrial demand for rubber products is on the rise, especially in mining, agriculture, and manufacturing.

Healthcare and Safety Products: Natural rubber is used in gloves, catheters, and other medical devices. Post-pandemic healthcare infrastructure investments are further driving demand in this segment.

Market Challenges:

Despite its advantages, the market faces volatility in raw material pricing due to weather dependencies, disease outbreaks affecting plantations, and fluctuating labor availability. Additionally, global supply chains can be impacted by geopolitical tensions and environmental regulations.

Regional Insights:

Asia-Pacific accounts for over 85% of global production and consumption, with major processing and export hubs.

North America and Europe are key importers, driven by robust automotive and industrial manufacturing sectors.

Africa and Latin America are emerging as alternate sources of natural rubber cultivation, thanks to favorable climates and land availability.

Conclusion:

The Natural Rubber Market continues to be a vital segment of the global materials industry, balancing economic performance with environmental responsibility. With innovations in processing technologies and growing sustainability initiatives, natural rubber is poised to play a key role in the future of green manufacturing and mobility.

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Rubber Flooring Dubai: Durable, Stylish, and Perfect for Every Space

Rubber flooring has become increasingly popular in Dubai, thanks to its resilience, low maintenance, and versatile aesthetics. From modern gyms and children’s play areas to commercial spaces and industrial units, rubber flooring Dubai is proving to be a smart and stylish choice for both residential and commercial applications. With Dubai’s fast-paced lifestyle and growing need for functional interiors, rubber flooring offers a practical solution that doesn’t compromise on appearance.

What is Rubber Flooring?

Rubber flooring is a type of flooring material made from either natural or synthetic rubber. Available in rolls, tiles, or mats, it offers superior durability, slip resistance, and shock absorption. This makes it particularly suitable for high-traffic areas, places prone to moisture, and spaces where comfort underfoot is a priority.

Benefits of Rubber Flooring Dubai

Durability and Longevity: Dubai's commercial centers, schools, hospitals, and fitness facilities demand flooring that can handle constant wear and tear. Rubber flooring is built to last and withstands heavy foot traffic without cracking, chipping, or fading, even under extreme conditions.

Water and Slip Resistance: Given the climate of Dubai, which often requires air-conditioned interiors and areas with water exposure (like bathrooms and gyms), rubber flooring’s water-resistant properties make it an ideal choice. Its natural slip resistance helps reduce accidents and ensures safety in both dry and wet environments.

Comfort and Noise Reduction: Rubber flooring is softer underfoot compared to ceramic tiles or concrete. This makes it perfect for standing or walking for long hours. It also absorbs sound effectively, a feature appreciated in bustling commercial buildings, schools, and office environments across Dubai.

Easy Maintenance: Maintaining rubber flooring is straightforward—regular sweeping and occasional mopping with a mild detergent keep it looking clean and fresh. This makes it a cost-effective option over time, especially in busy Dubai settings where appearance and hygiene matter.

Eco-Friendly Options: Many rubber flooring options in Dubai are made from recycled materials, making them a sustainable choice. This is in line with the city's growing commitment to green building practices and eco-conscious design.

Applications of Rubber Flooring Dubai

Gyms and Fitness Centers: The cushioning and impact absorption of rubber flooring make it perfect for exercise areas, reducing strain on joints and minimizing injury risks.

Play Areas and Schools: Rubber flooring provides a safe and soft surface for children, making it a go-to choice for nurseries and playgrounds.

Commercial and Retail Spaces: With various design options available, businesses in Dubai can choose rubber flooring that enhances their brand image while providing long-term durability.

Industrial Settings: Rubber is resistant to chemicals and heavy machinery, making it suitable for warehouses and factories.

Conclusion

Rubber flooring Dubai is more than just a practical solution—it's a stylish and sustainable investment. Whether you’re outfitting a modern gym in Downtown Dubai or designing a child-friendly zone in a villa in Jumeirah, rubber flooring offers the perfect balance of safety, durability, and visual appeal. With a wide range of textures, colors, and finishes available, there’s a rubber flooring solution to suit every space and style preference in the city.

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Pyridine Is a Pillar of the Agrochemical Industry

The Pyridine Market is expanding steadily, driven by its essential role in chemical synthesis, agrochemical manufacturing, pharmaceuticals, and industrial solvents. Pyridine, a colorless, flammable, and volatile liquid with a strong odor, is a basic heterocyclic organic compound used as a precursor and reagent in a wide range of industries.

With rising demand for herbicides, insecticides, vitamins, and advanced materials, pyridine remains a vital component in global chemical supply chains. Its versatility and reactivity make it indispensable for both bulk chemical and specialty chemical applications.

Market Overview

Pyridine (C₅H₅N) is primarily produced through chemical synthesis—either via acetaldehyde, ammonia, and formaldehyde, or from coal tar extraction. It's widely used in:

Agrochemicals – especially as an intermediate for herbicides, insecticides, and fungicides

Pharmaceuticals – for the synthesis of antihistamines, antituberculosis agents, and vitamins (e.g., B3/Niacin)

Solvents – in adhesives, dyes, rubber, and paints

Food Additives and Flavors – trace use in artificial flavoring agents

Electronics and Catalysts – as a ligand and precursor in advanced materials

Key Market Trends

High Demand in Agrochemical Production

Pyridine is a core component in producing paraquat, diquat, and chlorpyrifos, widely used in crop protection.

Expansion of Pharmaceutical Sector

Growing global need for vitamins and synthetic drugs is boosting pyridine consumption as an intermediate.

Rise in Solvent Applications Across Industries

Pyridine's polar nature and ability to dissolve a range of substances make it ideal for resins, dyes, and coatings.

Growth in Niacinamide Production

The surge in nutritional supplements and fortified foods is raising demand for vitamin B3 derivatives, which require pyridine.

Growth Drivers

Population Growth and Food Security Needs

Rising food demand increases the use of herbicides and pesticides, thus driving pyridine usage in agriculture.

Pharmaceutical Innovation and Demand for APIs

Pyridine is a key building block for many active pharmaceutical ingredients (APIs) in modern medicine.

Emergence of Pyridine-Based Catalysts and Reagents

Pyridine derivatives are used in fine chemical and green chemistry applications due to their catalytic properties.

Shift Toward Synthetic and High-Purity Derivatives

With quality control becoming crucial in pharma and food, high-purity pyridine is gaining demand globally.

Challenges in the Pyridine Market

Environmental and Toxicity Concerns

Pyridine is flammable and toxic, leading to strict handling regulations and disposal challenges.

Stringent Regulatory Frameworks

Bans or restrictions on pyridine-based agrochemicals in certain countries can limit market growth.

Volatile Raw Material Prices

Fluctuating costs of feedstock chemicals affect the profitability of pyridine production.

Competition from Bio-Based Alternatives

Emerging bio-derived pyridine compounds may pose a future competitive threat to traditional manufacturers.

Future Outlook

Growth in Green Agrochemical Synthesis

Innovations in eco-friendly crop protection products using pyridine derivatives are on the rise.

Asia-Pacific Region to Dominate Market Growth

China and India, with strong agrochemical and pharmaceutical sectors, are expected to lead global consumption.

Increased R&D in Specialty Pyridine Derivatives

Development of advanced pyridine-based compounds for battery electrolytes, specialty polymers, and pharma is expected.

Potential in Renewable Pyridine Pathways

Long-term, bio-based pyridine production from biomass or fermentation may address environmental concerns.

Conclusion

The Pyridine Market is central to modern chemical manufacturing, providing a versatile and reactive compound used in sectors ranging from agriculture to pharmaceuticals. As sustainability, innovation, and health demand grow, pyridine's role as a core chemical intermediate is set to expand even further.

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Industrial Rubber Market Size, Share, Trends, Forecast & Growth Analysis 2034 – Powering Industrial Strength & Durability

Industrial Rubber Market is a vital segment within the global materials industry, supporting an array of end-use sectors including automotive, construction, industrial machinery, and more. In 2024, the market is valued at $37.1 billion and is projected to grow to $54.1 billion by 2034, marking a steady CAGR of 3.8%. From seals and gaskets to belts and hoses, industrial rubber is indispensable for ensuring the durability, flexibility, and functionality of equipment and infrastructure. This market covers both natural and synthetic rubber, with synthetic rubber accounting for a larger share due to its superior heat, abrasion, and chemical resistance. As industries modernize and the demand for high-performance, sustainable materials intensifies, industrial rubber continues to prove its significance across the global economy.

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Market Dynamics

Growth in the industrial rubber market is closely tied to expansion in automotive and construction activities. In the automotive sector, rubber is essential for producing tires, seals, vibration damping systems, and more. Similarly, the construction industry utilizes rubber in roofing, flooring, sealing, and insulation applications. The rise of electric vehicles has added another layer of demand for rubber-based components that offer insulation, vibration control, and sealing. Technological advancements in synthetic rubber formulations, including the use of high-performance elastomers, are pushing the limits of durability, safety, and energy efficiency. At the same time, sustainability is becoming a critical market driver. The industry is witnessing increased adoption of recycled and bio-based rubbers as governments and corporations push for environmentally friendly alternatives. However, challenges such as raw material price volatility and supply chain disruptions continue to impact market stability.

Key Players Analysis

The industrial rubber landscape is shaped by key global players like Bridgestone Corporation, Goodyear Tire & Rubber Company, Continental AG, Michelin, and Yokohama Rubber Company. These companies dominate through innovation in material science, extensive manufacturing capabilities, and global distribution networks. Strategic acquisitions, R&D initiatives, and sustainability goals are key growth strategies. For instance, Bridgestone’s collaboration with Arlanxeo focuses on developing eco-friendly rubber compounds. Emerging companies like Zeon Chemicals and Hexpol Compounding are also gaining attention for their specialized rubber solutions and technological expertise. As the market becomes increasingly competitive, companies that invest in sustainable innovation, efficient production, and product diversification are well-positioned for future growth.

Regional Analysis

Asia-Pacific leads the industrial rubber market, driven by robust growth in manufacturing, automotive production, and infrastructure development. China and India are the powerhouses, with favorable government policies, availability of raw materials, and cost-effective labor contributing to market expansion. North America holds a strong position, particularly due to its advanced automotive industry and investments in R&D. The United States remains a key market, emphasizing innovative rubber technologies and high-performance materials. Europe is not far behind, with countries like Germany, France, and Italy adopting sustainable rubber solutions in compliance with stringent environmental regulations. Latin America and the Middle East & Africa are emerging as promising markets, spurred by urbanization, industrial growth, and infrastructure projects, offering new opportunities for manufacturers to expand their footprint.

Recent News & Developments

In recent months, the industrial rubber market has seen several noteworthy developments. Goodyear strengthened its Asian market presence by acquiring a local rubber producer to enhance its supply chain resilience. Continental AG unveiled a new rubber compound designed to increase tire durability and reduce rolling resistance, catering to next-gen mobility solutions. Meanwhile, the European Union updated regulations to encourage sustainable rubber sourcing and limit the environmental footprint of synthetic rubbers. Michelin reported an uptick in revenue driven by growing demand in automotive and construction sectors. In the sustainability domain, Bridgestone’s partnership with Arlanxeo signals a strong commitment to greener manufacturing processes. These moves highlight the market’s dynamic nature, driven by innovation, regulation, and strategic collaboration.

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Scope of the Report

This report provides a comprehensive analysis of the industrial rubber market, covering types such as natural, synthetic, and reclaimed rubber, along with applications in automotive, aerospace, construction, and beyond. It delves into material types like butadiene rubber, nitrile rubber, and silicone rubber, and processes such as molding, extrusion, and coating. The scope also includes in-depth evaluation of market segments by functionality, technology, and installation types (OEM and aftermarket). With detailed insights into regional dynamics, competitive landscapes, innovation trends, and regulatory influences, the report equips stakeholders with the knowledge to navigate market complexities, identify growth opportunities, and align with evolving consumer and environmental demands.

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Rupsha Nawab Mishuk Tyre: Ride with Speed, Grip, and Confidence!

Premium Performance for Mishuk Auto Rickshaws

Transform your Mishuk auto rickshaw with the Rupsha Nawab Mishuk Tyre (2.75-14, Tube-Type, Rear/Front)—a premium tyre engineered for outstanding speed, grip, and durability. Crafted by the renowned Rupsha Brand, this tyre is designed for three-wheeled Mishuk auto rickshaws used in rural passenger transport and delivery, excelling on unpaved roads, heavy loads, and high speeds. Here’s why the Nawab Mishuk Tyre is the ultimate choice for demanding riders!

✨ Key Features of the Rupsha Nawab Mishuk Tyre

Unique Zig-Zag Tread Design: Wide central rib enhances speed, reduces rolling resistance, and improves fuel efficiency and emissions.

Superior Grip & Stability: Dome-shaped shoulder blocks with interlocking elements ensure excellent handling and stability on wet and dry roads, even during high-speed cornering.

Long-Lasting Durability: High-strength nylon carcass and soft compound tread resist punctures, cuts, and uneven wear, extending tyre lifespan.

All-Weather Performance: Optimized for grip on mud, gravel, sand, and asphalt, ensuring confident rides in diverse conditions.

Advanced Technology: Computer-optimized tread, sidewall stiffness, and shape deliver high levels of grip, stability, and comfort.

Premium Rubber Compound: Special blend of natural and synthetic rubber enhances durability, grip, and resistance to wear and tear.

Reduced Maintenance: Larger shoulder blocks and central rib minimize uneven wear, lowering replacement costs.

🚗 Why It’s Ideal for Your Mishuk Auto Rickshaw The Rupsha Nawab Mishuk Tyre is tailored for Mishuk auto rickshaws, thriving on rough rural roads and challenging terrains while supporting heavy loads and high speeds. Its fuel-efficient design reduces operating costs and emissions, aligning with eco-friendly driving. With its durable construction and sleek, high-performance look, this tyre ensures a smooth, safe, and stylish ride for drivers and passengers, making it perfect for both daily commutes and long hauls.

💡 Pro Tip: Regular maintenance, including tyre pressure checks and tread inspections, ensures your Nawab Mishuk Tyre delivers peak performance and longevity.

Ready to elevate your Mishuk’s ride? The Rupsha Nawab Mishuk Tyre offers unmatched speed, grip, and durability for a superior driving experience. Share your rickshaw story or ask a question in the comments—let’s roll! 🛞

Note: Ensure proper installation and maintenance for optimal performance. Check with your local supplier for availability.

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Hydrogenated Nitrile Butadiene Rubber Market Size, Anticipating Growth Prospects from 2033

The international hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber market value is estimated to be US$ 16.52 billion in 2023, according to a published study by Fact.MR, a market research and competitive intelligence firm. Global HNBR (hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber) demand is expected to rise at 7.7% CAGR and reach US$ 34.70 billion by the end of 2033. Rising use of hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber in medical and industrial gloves is expected to propel product demand.

Global demand for HNBR is increasing at a rapid rate due to its increasing adoption in offshore drilling operations as well as EOR (enhanced oil recovery). Additionally, these products are also being used as rolls for steel as well as paper mills, which is further fueling growth opportunities in the market.

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A number of industry players are spending significantly on research for developing new HNBR grades in order to sustain severe application conditions. The fact that hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber can retain its characteristics after exposure to heat, chemicals, and gasoline for a considerable period is one of the major reasons credited with its increasing application.

Market Study Key Takeaways

The market for hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber globally was US$ 15.35 billion in 2022.

Global hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber sales reach US$ 16.52 billion in 2023.

The market will reach US$ 34.7 billion at the end of 2033.

Hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber sales are estimated to progress with a 7.7% CAGR from 2023 to 2033.

Automotive industry demand for HNBR is anticipated to reach US$ 12.22 billion by the end of 2033.

The automotive industry commanded 47.2% of global market revenue in 2022.

"Rising demand from consumers for high-quality rubber is expected to drive sales of hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber due to its excellent retention characteristics and physical strength," states a Fact.MR analyst.

Increased Use of Hydrogenated Nitrile Butadiene Rubber in High-performance Products

Increasing demand for hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber from various end-use industries such as medical, automobile, oil & gas, manufacturing, and machinery is expected to contribute positively to revenue share.

Increasing demand from consumers for superior quality rubber is driving a transformation in the rubber production process, with synthetic rubbers, especially HNBR elastomers, being extensively utilized in various high-performance products, resulting in enhanced sales.

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Major Market Players

Rahco Rubber, Inc.,

Kumho Petrochemical Co., Ltd.,

JSR Corporation,

Zeon Corporation,

ARLANXEO,

Sibur Holding,

Versalis S.p.A.,

Lianda Corporation,

OMNOVA Solutions Inc.,

Synthos S.A.

Recent Developments

Zeon Corporation, in November 2022, expanded capacity for Zetpot HNBR at its Texas plant. This move is expected to enable the company to increase its capacity by 25%.

ARLANXEO is one of the leading manufacturers of synthetic rubber. In May 2022, the company took the initiative to consolidate its position with an investment in its Leverkusen (Germany) unit. Country-wise Insights:-

Why is there a surge in demand for hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber in the US?

HVBR is extensively used in the manufacture of automobiles.

Because of the presence of many popular producers, including Lord Corp., TG North America Corp., etc., the United States is believed to hold a considerable share of the North American market. These companies both export their respective products to Europe and Asia Pacific. Additionally, one of the large-scale industries utilizing HNBD is the automotive industry.

More Valuable Insights on Offer

Fact.MR, in its new offering, presents an unbiased analysis of the hydrogenated nitrile butadiene rubber market, presenting historical demand data for 2018 to 2022 and forecast statistics for 2023 to 2033.

The study divulges essential insights into the market based on type (HNBR solid, HNBR latex) and end-use industry (automotive, machinery, oil & gas, medical, construction), across major regions of the world (North America, Latin America, Europe, East Asia, South Asia & Oceania, and MEA).

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Transforming Miami Landscapes with Synthetic Turf

The Allure of Synthetic Lawns in Miami

In the sun-soaked, vibrant city of Miami, where outdoor living is a way of life, synthetic turf has become a transformative solution for creating stunning, low-maintenance landscapes. With its tropical climate and bustling lifestyle, Miami demands outdoor spaces that are both beautiful and practical. Artificial grass offers the perfect blend of lush aesthetics and durability, making it ideal for homeowners, pet owners, and businesses alike. From backyards to commercial properties, this innovative material is reshaping how outdoor areas are designed, providing a sustainable, pet-friendly alternative to natural grass. By exploring the installation process and unique benefits of synthetic turf, property owners can craft inviting spaces that thrive in Miami’s dynamic environment.

Why Synthetic Turf Shines in Miami

Synthetic turf stands out as a game-changer for Miami’s outdoor spaces, offering a host of benefits tailored to the city’s unique needs. Unlike natural grass, which struggles with Miami’s intense heat, humidity, and occasional heavy rains, artificial grass maintains its vibrant green appearance year-round without requiring constant upkeep. It eliminates the need for watering, mowing, or chemical treatments, saving time and reducing environmental impact. The availability of artificial turf pet friendly options makes it especially appealing for Miami’s pet-loving community, providing a safe, durable surface that withstands playful paws and is easy to clean. This versatility allows synthetic turf to be used in diverse settings, from residential lawns to dog parks, offering a low-maintenance solution that enhances both aesthetics and functionality.

The Installation Process Unveiled

Creating a flawless synthetic lawn requires a precise, multi-step approach. Artificial grass installation miami begins with thorough site preparation to ensure a smooth, long-lasting result. The process starts by clearing the area of existing grass, weeds, or debris and leveling the ground to create a stable foundation. A base layer of crushed stone or gravel is then added to promote drainage, a critical feature in Miami’s rainy climate. A geotextile membrane is laid to prevent weed growth and enhance durability. The turf is carefully measured, cut to fit the space, and secured with adhesive or stakes to ensure a seamless fit. Seams are meticulously joined, and infill materials, such as sand or rubber, are applied to add weight and support the blades. This careful process results in a natural-looking lawn that withstands Miami’s weather while requiring minimal maintenance.

Creating Pet-Friendly Outdoor Havens

For pet owners, synthetic turf offers a perfect solution for creating safe, enjoyable outdoor spaces. Artificial turf pet friendly options are designed with durability and hygiene in mind, making them ideal for dogs and other pets. The material resists digging and scratching, ensuring the lawn remains intact even with energetic play. Its easy-to-clean surface allows pet owners to rinse away messes quickly, maintaining a hygienic environment. In Miami, where outdoor activities are a year-round staple, pet-friendly turf provides a worry-free space for pets to romp and relax. Whether it’s a backyard play area or a community dog park, this turf ensures pets and their owners can enjoy the outdoors without the hassle of maintaining natural grass.

Enhancing Aesthetics and Versatility

Synthetic turf elevates the visual appeal of any outdoor space, creating a lush, evergreen look that complements Miami’s vibrant aesthetic. Its consistent appearance, free from mud or patchy spots, makes it ideal for hosting gatherings, family activities, or quiet relaxation. Businesses can use artificial grass to create inviting patios, rooftop terraces, or event spaces that attract customers and enhance curb appeal. The material’s adaptability allows it to be installed in areas where natural grass struggles, such as shaded spots or high-traffic zones. With various textures and pile heights available, property owners can customize their turf to suit specific needs, from soft, cushioned surfaces for play areas to sleek, low-pile options for modern designs, ensuring every space reflects Miami’s lively spirit.

Maintaining Your Synthetic Lawn

The low-maintenance nature of artificial grass is one of its greatest strengths, but simple care ensures it remains pristine. Regular brushing keeps the blades upright and prevents matting, especially in pet-heavy or high-traffic areas. Debris like leaves or dirt can be swept or hosed off to maintain a clean look. For pet owners, occasional rinsing eliminates odors and keeps the surface sanitary, making artificial turf pet friendly options particularly convenient. Infill materials may need periodic topping up to maintain stability and cushioning. Unlike natural grass, synthetic turf requires no fertilizers or pesticides, aligning with Miami’s growing focus on sustainability. These minimal maintenance steps ensure the lawn stays vibrant and functional, providing lasting enjoyment with little effort.

A Sustainable Future for Miami Landscapes

Choosing synthetic turf is a strategic investment in beauty, functionality, and environmental responsibility. By reducing water usage and eliminating the need for chemical treatments, artificial grass supports Miami’s sustainability goals while lowering maintenance costs. The process of artificial grass installation miami transforms ordinary spaces into extraordinary ones, offering durability and aesthetic appeal that endure in the city’s tropical climate. Whether creating a pet-friendly backyard or a commercial outdoor area, synthetic turf delivers unmatched versatility and value. As Miami continues to embrace innovative landscaping solutions, artificial grass is paving the way for greener, more sustainable outdoor spaces that enhance the city’s vibrant lifestyle.