#command customer service

[scottw4100]

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[ddeck]

fox who is constantly bitchy and annoyed and has never even laughed in public through the entirety of clone wars is okay but fox who is all of the above but takes 0.2 second to change his entire personality to overly polite and helpful when talking to higher-ups

[flashthescalesian-art]

Fox: I’m calling in sick, I don’t want to go to work today. Thorn: Do it! Fox: *goes to work anyway*

[theangrypomeranian]

see what these customers don't understand is that I'm a theater kid and can cry on command and am 100% willing to do so just to make them feel bad for being assholes to me :)

[weirdunclegamer]

Woo! My custom Dragon Shield sleeves (and inners) showed up today and I have sleeved my MECH deck. And as shown, the custom sleeves have the SUPER ROBOT WARS logo, which I am very happy about.

This is my second double sleeved deck ever, and was a deck I wanted to make ever since Neon Dynasty came out. But the addition of WH40k, Doctor WHO, Transformers, and even an errant Baldur's Gate card really pushed the deck over the edge into being the sort of deck that can really wear the logo of SRW.

Is the deck good? Well... you see... about that... It's COOL and that's all that matters got it?

[daddycephalopod]

I understand Fox on an almost spiritual level now. I have had to input so much information into the stupid iPad at work, just for contacting customers. I would kill someone for a cup of coffee right now. I’ve been staring at this shit for 2 hours now. So many names….

[jcmarchi]

Cerebras Inference and the Challenges of Challenging NVIDIA’s Dominance

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Cerebras Inference and the Challenges of Challenging NVIDIA’s Dominance

Why does NVIDIA remains virtually unchallenged in the AI chip market?

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📝 Editorial: Cerebras Inference and the Challenges of Challenging NVIDIA’s Dominance

AI hardware is experiencing an innovation renaissance, with well-funded startups emerging everywhere. Yet, NVIDIA remains virtually unchallenged, holding close to a 90% share of the AI chip market. Why is that?

We’ve all heard explanations about the advantages of NVIDIA’s software stack for acceleration compared to platforms like AMD’s, which seems like a lazy explanation for why NVIDIA is out-innovating its competitors. A simple theory that I’ve discussed with several scientists and engineers who pretrain large foundation models is that NVIDIA is the only platform receiving regular feedback about the performance of chips during pretraining runs with tens of thousands of GPUs. It turns out that at that scale, many challenges arise that are nearly impossible to simulate on a smaller scale. I will elaborate more on that theory in a future post, but the main point is that there is a very high barrier to entry when it comes to challenging NVIDIA chips for pretraining. The only viable candidate seems to be Google TPUs, which have definitely been tested at massive scale.

If pretraining is out of the equation, the obvious area to explore is inference. Here, we have a completely different playing field, where performance optimizations can be applied at a smaller scale, making it more conducive to startup disruptions.

One of the viable challengers to NVIDIA’s dominance in AI inference is Cerebras. Just last week, the well-funded startup unveiled Cerebras Inference, a solution capable of delivering Llama 3.1 8B at 450 tokens per second for Llama 3.1 70B. This is approximately 20x faster than NVIDIA GPUs and about 2.4x faster than Groq. The magic behind Cerebras’ performance is its AI chip design, which allows the entire model to be stored on-chip, eliminating the need for GPU communication.

Cerebras Inference looks impressive from top to bottom and clearly showcases the massive potential for innovation in AI inference. Competing with NVIDIA will require more than just faster chips, but Cerebras appears to be a legitimate challenger.

🔎 ML Research

The Mamba in the Llama

Researchers from Princeton University, Together AI, Cornell University and other academic institutions published a paper proposing a technique to distill and accelerate transformer-SSM models. The method distills transformers into RNN-equivalents with a quarter of the hidden layers —> Read more.

Diffusion Models as Real Time Game Engines

Google Research published a paper presenting GameNGen, a game engine powered by diffusion models and interactions with real environments over long trajectories. GameNGen can simulate a DOOM game in over 20 frames in a single TPU —> Read more.

LLMs that Learn from Mistakes

Researchers from Meta FAIR and Carnegie Mellon University published a paper outlining a technique to include error-correction data directly in the pretraining stage in order to improve reasoning capabilities. The resulting model outperform alternatives trained in error-free data —> Read more.

Table Augmented Generation

In a new paper, Researchers from UC Berkeley proposed table augmented generation, a method that addresses some of the limitations of text-to-SQL and RAG and answer questions in relational databases. The TAG model captures a very complete sets of interaction between an LLM and a database —> Read more.

DisTrO

Nous Research published a paper introducing DisTrO, an architecture that reduces inter-GPU communication by up to 5 orders of magnitude. DisTrO is an important method for low latency training of large neural networks —> Read more.

Brain Inspired Design

Microsoft Research published a summary of their recent research in three projects that simualte the brain learns. One project simulates the brain computes information, another enhances accuracy and efficiency and the third one shows improves proficiency in language processing and pattern recognition —> Read more.

🤖 AI Tech Releases

Qwen2-VL

Alibaba Research released a new version of Qwen2-VL their marquee vision language model —> Read more.

Cerebras Inference

Cerebras released an impressive inference solution that can generate 1800 tokens per second in Llama 3.1 models —> Read more.

NVIDIA NIM Blueprints

NVIDIA released NIM Blueprints, a series of templates to help enterprises get started with generative AI applications —> Read more.

Gemini Models

Google DeepMind released a new series of experimental models —> Read more.

Command R

Cohere released a new version of Command R with improvements in coding, math, reasoning and latency —> Read more.

🛠 Real World AI

Recommendations at Netflix

Netflix discusses some of the AI techniques to enhances long term satisfaction in their content recommendations —> Read more.

📡AI Radar

AI coding platform Magic raised an impressive $320 million round.

Another AI coding platform Codium raised $150 million in a Series C.

Amazon hired the founders of Robotis startup Covariant.

Midjourney announced their intentions of going into hardware.

OpenAI is closing its tender offer at $100 billion valuation.

OpenAI and Anthropic agreed the U.S AI Institute to review and evaluate their models.

AI customer service platform Bland AI raised $16 million in new funding.

Inflection AI is porting its Pi chatbot to enterprise workflows.

Antrophic made its Artifacts solution available in IOS and Android.

Asset manager Magnetar Capital is launching its first venture fund focused on generative AI.

Atlassian acquired AI meeting bot company Rewatch.

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[all-things-fandomstuck]

Why are people so damn complicated about coffee? I literally told a customer today that I couldn't do what they were asking, and they literally argued with me about my job. Like, ma'am, I understand you want a half-caf espresso drink, but there is a) literally no way for me to put it in the system and b) we have a machine that portions out our espresso. We literally don't have a number of espresso shots per drink. It's all done by the machine. I can't half-caf your drink. I literally can't.

It's so irritating to try to explain shit to people who aren't listening.

Also, does no one pay attention to menu changes? We haven't had certain flavors in seven, almost eight, months. Why are people still asking? Like, the number of people who ask for pumpkin spice outside of the fall seasonal drink window astounds me. I get it, I love a good pumpkin spice too, but it's fucking July. I haven't had it since November of last year. Please stop asking. Also, we haven't had "white mocha" since January. And also, fuck that one guy in particular who asked me for Peppermint Mocha last week. I don't carry peppermint year round. They're called seasonal flavors for a reason.

And no, I can't make people a menu item we don't have. I literally can't. I don't care how many times you ask or ask me to "check in the back". It's not fucking there. We don't have peach flavoring. We don't carry peppermint tea. We don't have honey or honey sticks. No, we don't have fountain drinks at this location.

No, I won't give you a cold brew at normal iced coffee price just because you think there's "nothing special about it". I literally don't set the prices. That's corporate. And, if I ask if you want something that costs extra, and you say no, and then bitch that I didn't give it to you, I'm still not giving it to you. You didn't pay for it, so you're not getting it.

And app orders suck too. We have this one chick who won't stop ordering one particular drink, and then never orders the more expensive option with what she really wants on it. Then, she bitches that she doesn't get the extra stuff. Like, no ma'am, you didn't order that, I can't give it to you.

It's even worse when people think they're entitled to extra espresso just because they want it. Excuse me, espresso isn't cheap. I can't just hand you extra shots because you asked after the fact. I can charge you for a couple extra shots, and then give them to you, but you don't get them for free.

Or, the people who don't ask before they order, order, and then bitch that it wasn't what they ordered or wanted. Like, I've had to explain some drinks to people, and it just baffles me. Especially when it's something they get all the time.

Or, or, when they ask for something another chain has. Lavender foam was a thing at both a local place, and the Seattle chain store, and people asked for it all the time. We never carried it.

And that's another thing. The people who come in asking for shit that we've told them, REPEATEDLY, that we don't have. Like we're just magically gonna get it one day. No, I don't carry x, y, and z. And I never will. Stop asking for it every couple of days. The answer doesn't change because you waited a little bit.

Like, I've had to explain the difference between "don't have at the moment" and "don't carry" way too many fucking times. It's fucking crazy.

Sorry, I've had a day, and I just needed to rant.

[saynaija]

Apapa Customs Destroys Smuggled, Hazardous Frozen Poultry Products Worth N329BN

Apapa Customs Destroys Smuggled, Hazardous Frozen Poultry Products Worth N329BN The Nigeria Customs Service, Apapa Area Command on Thursday, 11 July 2024, in Lagos, destroyed recently seized hazardous frozen poultry products worth N329,430,807.00. Speaking at the destruction site in Epe, the Customs Area Controller (CAC), Comptroller Babatunde Olomu, represented by Deputy Comptroller (DC)…

[logistiservices]

Revolutionizing Logistics: The Strategic Integration of BPO Services

In the fast-paced world of logistics, companies are increasingly turning to Business Process Outsourcing (BPO) services to navigate challenges, streamline operations, and foster sustained growth. This blog explores the how and whys behind the utilization of BPO services in the logistics sector.

Unpacking the Dynamics of Logistics Business Process Outsourcing

1. Enhancing Operational Efficiency

At the core of Logistics Business Process Outsourcing lies a commitment to enhancing operational efficiency. Logistics companies leverage BPO services to streamline intricate processes, from order management to inventory control. This strategic move allows these companies to focus on their core competencies while experts handle the nuances of logistics operations.

2. Optimizing Costs for Scalability

Cost optimization is a driving force behind the adoption of Logistics Business Process Outsourcing. Logistics companies can scale their operations without the burden of significant overhead costs. BPO services offer a cost-effective solution for scalability, allowing businesses to align their resources with the demands of a dynamic market without compromising profitability.

LOGISTICS BACK OFFICE: A Strategic Backbone

1. Efficient Data Management

The LOGISTICS BACK OFFICE becomes a strategic backbone for logistics companies, especially in terms of efficient data management. BPO services specialize in handling vast amounts of data, ensuring accuracy, compliance, and timely reporting. This data-centric approach empowers logistics companies with actionable insights for informed decision-making.

2. Navigating Regulatory Compliance

Logistics Back Office Services play a pivotal role in navigating the complex web of regulatory compliance. From customs documentation to adherence to international shipping standards, BPO services ensure that logistics companies operate within the bounds of regulations. This meticulous approach minimizes risks and positions businesses for global success.

The Strategic Integration of Logistics Back Office Services

1. Harnessing Technological Advancements

The utilization of Logistics Back Office Services is synonymous with harnessing technological advancements. BPO providers leverage state-of-the-art technologies, including automation and analytics, to optimize logistics processes. This tech-savvy integration ensures precision, speed, and adaptability in the face of evolving market demands.

2. Strategic Focus on Core Competencies

The strategic integration of Logistics Back Office Services allows logistics companies to maintain a laser focus on core competencies. Whether it's refining supply chain strategies, optimizing transportation routes, or enhancing customer experiences, BPO services become the operational backbone that handles non-core functions with unparalleled expertise.

Conclusion: Redefining Logistics Excellence

In conclusion, Logistics Business Process Outsourcing, especially through the utilization of LOGISTICS BACK OFFICE Services, emerges as a transformative strategy for logistics companies. By enhancing efficiency, optimizing costs, and strategically integrating back-office support, businesses redefine logistics excellence in a competitive landscape.

As logistics companies embrace the symbiotic relationship with BPO services, they not only navigate operational challenges but also position themselves as agile, tech-driven, and poised for sustained growth. The strategic integration of Logistics Back Office Services is not merely a trend; it's a paradigm shift that propels logistics companies toward a future defined by operational excellence and global competitiveness.

[edwardglitterhandss]

I got a lot of feedback at my job that my voice is very soothing and calming, especially when setting the tone for running specific scenarios like body scans and meditations or when someone was escalated. I wonder if I should record some mindfulness meditations?

[satyamcargomovers]

Movers and packers in Dwarka sector-1

[lumiambrose]

✰ reflections of desire

kinktober 24 - day fifteen

featuring: michael kaiser x f!bartender!reader

summary: the infamous bunny night attracts many new customers to the eclipse, including the famed bastard münchen. serving the team seemed to fall on your hands for the night, attracting the attention of michael kaiser.

tags: smut, mirror sex, bunny suits, praise, p in v, breeding, kaiser is a slutty man, petnames (bunny), @/o-sachi cameo <3, kaiser is referred to at 'mihya'

wc: 2.6k

it’s the infamous bunny night at the eclipse royale. entertainers and staff alike are clad in bunny accessories and outfits, the estate is revamped to match.

“darling, can you serve table 20?” your colleague, chimi, calls out to you from across the bar, her tray piled high with empty glasses.

“give me a sec,” you answer, adjusting your headpiece and glancing over your shoulder at booth 20. it’s the busiest table of the night—bastard münchen’s under-20 team. the vibe around them is intoxicating—a mix of arrogance, power, and adrenaline. definitely celebrating a win.

you make your way over, weaving through drunken patrons as you approach the table with a smile. to be honest, you’re not even sure how to catch their attention over the noise, but luckily for you, a smooth voice cuts through the banter. a blonde man, lounging casually among his teammates, clears his throat. instantly, the chatter quiets down.

his presence is magnetic. he hasn’t even opened his mouth yet, but his gaze is tugging at your confidence. amusement dances in his expression as his eyes do a one-over on you, eyes sharp and calculating as he takes in your appearance.

“you’re here to take our order?” he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance that has his teammates chuckling.

“yeah,” you respond, trying your best to hold your own. “what’ll it be?”

instead of answering straight away, his eyes linger on your name tag as he leans forward, as if he couldn’t make it more obvious, a smirk playing on his lips. you attempt to divert your attention to his teammates, who are currently ordering. you scribble down their drinks, doing your best to ignore the heat that’s creeping up your cheeks. while the young athletes are all rowdy and loud, it’s the blonde who commands the space, every word laced with something more that you can’t quite put your finger on. although you’re sure that his focus never seems to leave you, even as you return to the bar.

but that’s not the last you’ll see of him tonight.

hours go by, and the night, which once started busy, has now thinned out. most guests either leaving the building or crashing for the night in their respective hotel rooms. you’re wiping down the bar when you hear chimi again, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. “room service is calling. a bottle of champagne, and they’re specifically requesting you to bring it.” she slides the bottle across the bar surface towards you. “room 702, wonder who the lucky man is.” she gives you a wink, and you roll your eyes in retaliation.

“get your mind out of the gutter, chimi.” you laugh, grabbing the bottle and preparing it in an ice bucket to take up. despite it being a common service for your job, you can’t help but feel a little excitement knowing somebody specifically asked you to serve them.

curiosity gets the better of you, and before you know it, you’re in front of room 702, bucket in hand, taking one more deep breath as you knock on the door. your pulse is anything but calm. before you could even process the sound of your knock, the door swings open, revealing the infamous blonde man from earlier.

he’s ditched the blazer and slacks he was once wearing, now replaced by the hotel's bathrobe that somehow manages to look expensive on him. his hair is slightly messy, but it only adds to his charm. his eyes flicker over you, from the bunny ears resting on your head to the bucket in your hands, his smirk returning in full force.

“room service,” you say. trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism.

“come in,” he says, stepping aside to let you pass. there’s something in his voice that makes you feel like his invitation is for more than just delivering a bottle of champagne.

you enter the room, taking in its luxury. it’s donned with velvety curtains, a lavish sofa, and mirrors adorning the walls and ceiling. despite working at the eclipse for a while now, your work has never expanded to inside the hotel. as much as you would like to enjoy the lavish suite and gorgeous view, you set the bucket down on the sleek coffee table, eager to finish up, and head back downstairs.

“champagne for one,” you quip, trying to ease the atmosphere. “strange, most people don’t drink alone after a win.”

“who said i’m drinking?” the teasing lilt in his voice unmistakable as you suck in a breath.

you blink, confused. “you’re not drinking?”

he shakes his head, that devilish grin still playing at the edges of his mouth. “i ordered it for you.” his words hang in the air.

you laugh nervously, shaking your head. “oh no, I can’t, i’m still working. can’t exactly be drinking on the job.” you try to sound professional, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to keep your composure.

he steps closer, now just a few feet from you. the space between you feeling charged, the air thick with something you just can’t quite put your finger on. “i don’t care,” he says, his tone playful yet firm. “i just wanted to see my favourite bunny again.”

your breath catches in your throat. again? your suspicions now confirmed. he’s been watching you all night.

“come on, bunny,” he continues, grabbing the champagne from the bucket, his fingers brushing against yours as he leans over. “we have to celebrate, no? one drink. for me.”

you open your mouth to protest, but the words fall short when he pops the cork open with ease, pouring the sparkling liquid into a glass before handing it to you. his eyes never leaving yours, not at the casino, not at the door, and certainly not now.

you take a small sip, though to your misfortune, the cool champagne does nothing to calm the heat in your cheeks. he watches you profusely, his eyes darkening slightly as you lower the glass.

“good girl,” he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

your heart races as you set the glass down, trying to regain yourself, but he’s already closing the distance between you. before you can react, his hand is at your waist, fingers curling around your hip, and he’s guiding you backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed.

“i— i don’t even know your name,” you stammer, your voice shaky. you should be gone by now, out the door and back to the bar, but the way he’s looking at you, the heat in his eyes, keeps you in place.

“mihya, bunny,” he whispers. “call me mihya,” his other hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

to your surprise, his touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the hunger is his eyes. “you’ve been working hard all night, haven’t you? let me take care of you tonight.”

your trembling, no doubt about it. but whether it’s from nerves or something else entirely is a mystery to you. mihya leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin, and before you know it, he’s pressing you down onto the bed, his body hovering over yours.

“you’re quite cute like this,” he teases. “so nervous, and i’ve barely even touched you,” his lips inches from yours.

“i’m not—” you begin, but the words catch in your throat as his mouth unexpectedly meets yours, forcing it open to deepen the kiss while his hand slips under your waist, grazing the fabric of your bunny suit.

“don’t worry, bunny,” he pulls back, his voice sending a thrill through you. “i’ll be gentle.”

he leans back in, capturing your mouth once again. his free hand tangling gently in your hair while your hands dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks in place of your fingers. the champagne you sipped earlier now seemingly coursing through your veins, giving you the confidence you need to carry on. you let out a soft moan, body arching into his as you continue to sloppily make out. your newfound boldness makes you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him closer.

mihya broke the kiss, his voice hitching in between a low chuckle. “feisty bunny,” he coos, lips trailing down your neck, leaving wet kisses and sloppy hickeys that make you quiver. “how cute.”

the room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the air quickly thickens with lust. the hand which was once laced with your hair, made its way to the bottom of your suit, brushing against your crotch before hooking his fingers through, teasing the area underneath.

“no panties? my my, what a naughty little bunny, walking around with nothing underneath, i bet you planned this from the start.” he teases, his breath inches away from your chest.

“don’t be afraid, bunny,” he whispered, sensing your hesitation. “i’ll take such good care of you. tonight, you’re mine.” with that, you felt something sharp graze your chest. his teeth biting into the hem of your suit, pulling it down to reveal your bear chest to him.

he starts to suck and bite on the exposed skin like a starved man, playing with your nipples and eliciting angelic moans from you while the hand that was once grazing your core lightly is now playing with your folds.

you can only hold out for so long before the pleasure gets to you, moans getting louder as you grind yourself on his fingers. your hands trailing down his back, only to dig scratch the bare skin when he hits that one spot that feels like pure bliss.

that made something click in him, immediately tearing the thin fabric of your bunny suit before untying his robe, leaving you both naked before one another. he picks you up and sits you down on the massive bed, facing one of the many floor-length mirrors decorated throughout the suite.

"don't look away," he commands, gripping your chin and forcing you to face your reflection. mihya sits behind you, his body enveloping yours, granting him full access. "i want you to see how beautiful you look with my fingers deep inside you."

his eyes roam over your body, entranced by the way you look, caged in front of him. he pulls you closer, feeling his erection press against your back as he traces his fingers down your neck. they ultimately land on your breasts, giving your nipples a gentle pinch. his eyes locked onto yours the entire time.

he continues to play with your breasts with one hand while the other slides down to tease your entrance, his fingers once again slick with arousal. “you’re so wet for me, bunny,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

he slides first one finger, then two inside you, while his thumb rubs circles around your clit. you gasp, eyes rolling back as pleasure courses through your body. his fingers moving in and out of you at a painfully slow pace.

he leans in, whispering, “look at yourself, bunny. watch as I pleasure you.” you hesitate, unsure at first, but the way his voice rolls off his tongue is enough to turn your head.

watching yourself in the mirror feels almost surreal. eyes half closed, mouth slightly parted, and your chest heaving with each breath while the cocky man pleasures you. his fingers continue their work, and you eventually feel your body tightening—the rush of an orgasm building.

he senses it too, as his fingers speed up, his thumb increasing the pressure on your clit while his fingers piston in and out of you rapidly. the room full of your moans and the slapping of skin on skin as he works your body.

“yes, bunny,” he encourages, “come for me.”

that was all it took to send you over the edge. you grind back into him as your orgasm crashes over you. you cry out in pleasure as your vision blurs, the pleasure hitting your entire body. mihya doesn’t stop though. he continues to work you, his relentless fingers milking every last drop of your release.

once you come down from your high, mihya helps you up and almost forcefully pushes you against the mirror, holding your body still with your arms locked behind your back. you yelp at his sudden movements, the cold glass hitting your bare chest like ice, making you shiver.

his free hand holds onto your hips, giving you a firm squeeze before guiding his cock to your entrance.

“look at me, bunny,” he commands. you can barely see him from the angle you’re locked in, but you can sense the intensity in his gaze.

you meet his gaze and he pushes into you harshly, stretching you out completely with his girth. he sighs as he finally bottoms out inside of you, pausing for a short moment, giving you time to adjust to his size.

“do you feel me, bunny?” he asks, “i’m so deep inside of you,” his tone low and seductive.

“ah~ i do,” you manage to get out along with a whiny moan, your voice breathy and shaky.

he begins to move, thrusting deep inside of you at a slow pace, getting used to your cunt sucking him dry. you feel every inch of him inside of you, as you do your best to accommodate his size. he slowly speeds up, still gripping your hips and keeping you locked under his body. his eyes never leaving yours through the reflection of the mirror.

the mirror reflects your entwined forms, your bodies slick with sweat as he fills you. every movement is powerful. each thrust driving you further into the glassy wall. your moans grow louder, your body arching to meet his every thrust.

“fuck bunny, you’re so tight. you going to let me breed this pretty cunt of yours?” he growls between thrusts, his hot breath lingering over your ears.

you nod, your breath catching in your throat as you struggle to respond. every thrust hits you deeper and deeper. he’s taking you to new heights, your body responding in kind.

“you close, bunny? can feel you milking me dry, gonna fill you up so well.” his grip on you tightens, and you cry out in agreement, on the verge of your orgasm. mihya’s thrusts grow more urgent and powerful, pounding into you with a hunger matching yours. the sight of your bodies reflected in the mirror only egging you on. the mirror in front of you shaking with each forceful thrust.

“fuck—yes, bunny” mihya groans. “cum for me.”

your orgasm hits you fast and hard. your body convulses as waves of pleasure wash over you, blurring your vision as you cry out mihya’s name. mihya continues to abuse your cunt through your orgasm, his own nearing as he gets more desperate, one of his hands snaking up to your neck, gripping the delicate skin.

“going to breed you so well, bunny. this tight cunt is mine, mine only.” he growls, rutting into you roughly before reaching his own climax, releasing his seed deep inside you.

waves of hot cum fill you up, marking and claiming you as his. as he slows down, the room is much quieter, only the sounds of your heavy breathing filling the room.

mihya pulls out and lifts you towards the bed, letting you recover from the intense orgasm. as you lie down, you look up, spotting another large mirror covering the ceiling above you. reflected in the mirror is your fucked-out state, hair dishevelled, and eyes watery.

you’re so distracted by your state that you don’t notice the blonde man creeping up towards the end of the bed, stopping at your now-spread legs.

“you see this, bunny?” he begins, teasing his already hard cock against your entrance. “i’m going to breed you again and again like a bitch in heat, and you’re going to watch every second of it from that mirror, understood?”

before you can reply, he enters you once again. filling you up for the second time of many to come tonight.

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©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | n.romanoff

you visit the strip club downtown with your co-workers to let off some steam, but it seems like you've caught the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.

🖤 pairing: sub!stripper!natasha x fem!cop!reader

🖤 word count: 3145

🖤 note: SMUT (18+), this one been marinating in my drafts like im preserving wine

main m.list | AO3

You don’t know why you let your co-workers drag you to a strip club on a Friday night, but you’re sure as hell not complaining.

There are plenty of women, everywhere. Women in bikinis, women in stockings, women in thigh garters. You're in wonderland, honestly.

Hey, cops needed to let off some steam too, okay?

The cheers and hoots surround your table as Carol gets a lap dance by a brunette stripper. The blonde woman is blushing – you didn’t know she could do that – but she’s having the time of her life.

As Carol slides a bill between the stripper's tits with no lack of embarrassment, you laugh and get up to go get another drink.

It wasn't an overly rare occasion for you to be letting loose, but it was infrequent enough that your co-workers quite physically hauled you to this adult entertainment facility after a particularly taxing case.

ULTRAVIOLET was the most popular strip club in Queens, New York City. They served both men and women, with sparkling reviews about customer service and atmospheric aesthetics.

Carol, Valkyrie, and Maria would simply not shut up about the 'Black Widow', who was supposedly the sexiest, most stunning stripper any of them had ever laid their eyes on.

"She fuckin' looked at me in the eye," Valkyrie had moaned on a Monday morning, speaking of this stripper they so revered. "I can't look at anyone the same no more." 

You were about to make a quick-witted retort about Valkyrie’s dramatization of mere eye contact, but Maria had only nodded solemnly in agreement and you had to admit you didn’t take Maria’s judgment lightly.

Aside from the talk about the Black Widow, you were hit with the novelty of the strip club once you stepped foot within.

As the Commanding Officer of the New York City Police Department, 104th Precinct, the boundless freeness of this place was quite a sight to behold. What with the heavy music, and the beer-tinged scent of the air, and nude women – the sensory overload did wonders to take your mind off work.

"You here alone?"

You spin on the barstool at the sound of a sultry voice. You have to physically stop your jaw from dropping to the floor at the sight of a breathtakingly gorgeous woman.

Scantily clad in matching sequined undergarments and fishnet stockings, stands a redheaded woman leaning against the bar counter, looking at you with magnificent green eyes.

"I'm not alone- I mean, not in that way, because I'm just here with friends. Well, co-workers, but they're my friends as well-"

Splendid job, Deputy Inspector Y/N L/N, you say internally. You can look in the eye of murderers and terrorists, but one look at a pretty woman and you're fuckin' gone.

"You're cute," the lady interrupts with a small tilt of her head, saving you from digging your own grave further.

You swallow harshly, feeling her manicured nails trace the curvature of your bicep. 

"Just cute?" you ask, trying not to sound too hopeful. Her fingers move down to the collar of your white shirt, fiddling with the fabric. Call it stupidity, but you feel the urge to reciprocate the contact. You move your hands to her hips.

The lady smirks. "Hm, maybe not just cute. But I think you need to show me." 

The redhead hasn't broken eye-contact all the while. Your eyes feel like they're burning. You slide your left hand down to the hem of her panties, and tug slightly. When her panties snap against her skin, she jolts with the impact.

You smirk with victory, pulling her in by her waist so your mouth is pressed against her skin. "I'll show you," you murmur, kissing the warm with a fervour you didn't know you possessed. 

The woman's breath hitches and she pulls your head closer. You accept the invitation, beginning to leave a hickey on the sensitive spot of her neck.

After a few moments of your concentrated work on her neck, the woman finally lets out a sigh-turned-moan of pleasure, and you nearly pass out from how sexy it is.

She tugs your head away and pulls you in by the collar for a kiss. Your eyelids flutter close.

Your quavering breaths meet in a frantic harmony, and you want to explore her mouth, but she ends it as quickly as it begins.

"What's your name?" the redhead asks, warm breath on your lips. "Y/N," you say hoarsely, trying and failing not to sound like you were left high and dry. 

You slide your hands to the bare skin of her torso, silently delighting in the way it raises goosebumps. You need to get more of her, feel more of her. "Do I get to know your name?" you ask.

The lights in the strip club suddenly dim, and the music takes on a far more sensual tone. 

The woman slides out of your grasp like sand falling through your fingertips, and you're left with the ghost of her burning embrace. Your question remains unanswered.

"Let's give it up for our next dancer," the bar owner says into his mic, and the noise dramatically fades away. "The Black Widow!"

Blue and violet lights dance in your vision as the woman who had kissed you just moments before, approaches the stage, hips swaying in time to the music. 

Your eyes narrow, and you down the bourbon in one shot. You'd need it.

When the beat drops, The Black Widow throws her head back and she begins to move.

God, it's criminally sensual, the way she danced, unlike anything you'd ever seen before. You couldn't put into words the allure she possessed.

The redheaded woman runs a hand over her own skin, dipping into every curve, as the music crescendos, and you know you're not the only patron with their heart thrumming in their chest.

When she begins twirling on the pole, you see men clearing out a month's paycheck for this divine woman, and honestly? You don't blame them.

Money gets flung onto the stage and catcalls get yelled as perhaps the most erotic scene unfolds before your very eyes.

When The Black Widow lifts up a thigh to show off her tight stockings, you're unable to hold back any longer, drawn to the stage like a moth to a flame.

Sitting back down into your original seat, leaving the empty glass of bourbon behind, all else fades away. Your world stumbles on its axis as the woman makes her way over to you, running a hand through her luscious locks of hair.

Your mouth dries up as The Black Widow turns around in front of you and fully bends over, exposing the delicious curve of her ass. You sink back into your seat, bringing two fingers to your lips in silent contemplation. Internally, you're fighting the goddamned World War II with your libido.

She's still swaying in beat to the music, and spins around as the sound of a saxophone starts playing. The last thing you see is a playful wink from the gorgeous woman before an ample asset of tits covers your vision.

Fuck, you're not going to survive.

Your nose quite literally gets buried between her tits as the woman climbs onto you. You would pay to see your co-workers' faces right now. How would you ever face them at work again?

“Get it, Y/N!” you hear Maria call in the distance, and a shrill whistle follows. 

You smirk against the pair of tits in your face, inhaling the scent of her perfume, and her sweat, and simlply her. You let the stripper work her magic.

After a few more minutes of your paradise, she pulls away, skin flushed. 

You regard her with a darkened gaze, pulling out your wallet. You stuff a bill in the side of her thong, making sure to snap the fabric in the same spot as you had previously.

The woman's face flickers in recognition. She shakes her head, then dips her head down to whisper in your ear.

"11pm. Room 8. Private session. Don't be late."

Like it was planned, the music comes to an end. The redhead doesn't wait for your response before she gets off your lap, raising her arm in acknowledgement of the roaring cheers. Her hips sway as she walks away from you, and you don’t even pretend that your eyes are glued to her curves.

Money gets thrown onto the stage once again, all in hopes of earning a fraction of what you had just experienced. 

"Holy shit, Y/N, what was that?" Carol yells at you over the noise, slapping your back. You shrug plainly with a stupid smug smirk as Valkyrie whines in jealousy. 

Oh, you were so fucking ready for 11pm.

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"A private, fuckin' session for Deputy Inspector Y/N fucking L/N. Who would'a thought," Carol slurs, banging a shot glass onto the round table.

You roll your eyes at Carol's dramatization. It wasn't as if your status as Commanding Officer steered women away from you – in fact, some of them were quite into it.

But for your prevalently horny friends who had women over just about every week, you were considered starved of sweet pussy and were in dire need of quenching that thirst.

So when you broke the news that the most sought-after stripper in the most famous strip club in Queens, had just offered you a private session, lo and behold the chaos that ensued.

"Shit, girl, I would get down on my knees for that lady. You are one lucky bastard," Valkyrie adds in, ruffling your hair as you grumble. 

"You'd get down on your knees for any woman, actually," Maria says, the usually composed woman more laid back in the environment of the strip club. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

Valkyrie lets out an aggrieved noise, sitting up to whack Maria's arm, but in her drunken state she misses and slaps Carol's drink out of her hands. 

"Oi!" The blonde cries out indignantly, looking at the drink that had splattered onto her clothing. 

Carol grabs Maria's martini out of her hands and throws it at Valkyrie in retaliation.

Before you know it, your three idiot friends have gotten temporarily suspended from the strip club for 'causing a ruckus'.

Just like that, and the clock ticks down to eleven o’clock.

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It’s 11pm, and you're overly aware of your police badge at your belt and your gun in your holster.

Or at least, you were, until Natasha swung one leg across your lap and sat herself down with an unspoken grace, effectively sitting on your lap. In the privacy of the enclosed room, you unashamedly stare down at her cleavage, eyes several hues darker than they were before.

“See something you like?” Natasha asks breathily, running her hands over her full breasts, pushing them up to elicit a reaction from you.

The moving lights in the dark room cast shadows, and when you back look up with a sinful smirk and half-lidded eyes, Natasha swears she feels herself get wet.

All the air in your lungs dissipates when Natasha begins grinding on your thigh in beat to the music, hips moving skilfully in the sexiest fashion imaginable. 

Fuck, this woman was going to be your demise.

Your hands feel like they’re on fire as you watch her put on a show, simply aching to move and touch. Natasha trails her fingertips down your tensed arms, running over the curve of your biceps. She smirks at the goosebumps it raises, her hands dwelling to the edge of your pants.

Your breath catches as her fingers find the outline of your police badge tucked underneath your shirt. The Black Widow looks up at you, expression a no-tell. “You on duty?”

“Nope.”

“Is that why you’ve got a gun in your belt?”

“Nah, that one’s just for pretty girls like you,” you respond slowly, hands tentatively going to rest on her thighs. When the smirk reappears on the stripper's face, you relax and let your shoulders untense.

“If you say so, officer,” she comments huskily, leaning forward to nip at your earlobe. The shiver runs through your bones. 

You’re about to counter with a quick retort of your own before Natasha begins grinding on that bulge in your pants, treating your gun like it was a strap.

“Shit,” you say breathlessly, hands burning at being unable to touch. Behind your back, your nails were digging into your palms so hard you swore you had already drawn blood.

Fuck, it was torture. 

Her pretty moans and breathy whines ring in your ears as she moves her hips roughly, a torment to your demise.

After a while, you come to the realisation that you can feel how wet Natasha is through her undergarments, soaked from having just dry-humped your thigh.

“Fuck me,” she says, and your throat dries up. ���What?” you ask, dazedly, still staring at her bouncing tits in front of your face.

“I said, fuck me,” Natasha repeats, head tilting to the side, halting all her movements so you would look at her.

You splutter. “But the sign said–”

“What can I say, officer, you wanna make me break the rules.”

That’s all the confirmation you need before your hands can finally touch her, finally, meeting and warm skin and sweat droplets and everything you’d ever wanted. 

You let out a huff of amusement as Natasha wraps her pretty lips around your fingers and sucks, making lewd noises with her tongue. Your ears burn, now, having been tainted with the beautiful symphony of this woman’s pleasure.

“You’re very naughty,” you comment, your other hand slipping under her top to reach her full breasts. Palming at the mounds in your hand, you face moves to the bare skin of her collarbone and begin kissing it.

“Don’t make marks,” Natasha says breathlessly, when you let your teeth nick the soft skin there, and there’s a pit of desire in your stomach that growls in frustration, but you know you have to respect her wishes and instead move your mouth down to her chest.

Natasha doesn’t remember when you slipped off her bra, but she isn’t complaining about your haste and instead throws her head back when your mouth latches onto her breasts.

“Mhm, that feels good,” she moans, weaving her fingers through your hair and scratching at your scalp. You hum in acknowledgement against her flushed skin, your tongue paying special attention to her hardened buds.

When both your hands move to the underside of her thighs and lift her up, Natasha lets out an embarrassing squeak at the sudden change of position. But as you lay her down on the sofa with your body weight pressing into hers, those whimpers turn into filthy moans.

You stall for a moment, hovering above her with your silver necklace dangling right above her face. She looks so pretty like this, her hair all splayed out, the sheen of sweat on her skin making her look tantalizing.

Natasha catches your swinging necklace between her teeth, winking seductively at you, and you’re snapped out of your moment, a laugh taking over.

“Have I told you that you’re incredibly bad?” you say, in between kisses scattered between her breasts, down her sternum and to her stomach. 

“You- you have,” Natasha replies with some difficulty, as your kisses get lower and lower. “Maybe you should punish me for it, officer;” 

She shuts up when you slowly spread open her thighs, revealing the dripping heat that is Natasha’s cunt. You maintain eye contact with her as you lower your mouth to her pussy, her lust-filled stare making your head spin.

When your tongue meets her cunt, it was game over.

“Fuck,” Natasha moans, already unable to continue looking at you in the eye, hands moving to grip the cushion of the sofa. Her thighs clamp around your head, and you’re suffocating, but in a way that feels so good you could die in bliss.

You lap at her dripping cunt like you were starving, like you would die without it. Natasha’s moans get louder. You move your mouth in rocking motions, pushing your tongue further in with each thrust. 

“More,” she gasps out, and you quicken your pace, fingertips digging bruises into her plush thighs. In retrospect, you don’t remember how long you stay there, ravenously eating her out like your life depended on it. 

When you feel her breathing get faster and more shallow, breathy little whines that get louder and louder, and you know she’s about to cum.

Instead of gently bringing her to a high, you internally say fuck it and decide that if this was the one chance you had, with the most sought-after stripper in Queens, you were going to make it an unforgettable one.

You move your mouth up to wrap your lips around her swollen, throbbing clit, and you suck on it, hard. In tandem with that, you easily slide two fingers in, curling them inside her to hit that sweet spot. Natasha positively screams, and you swear it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

Her orgasm floods the lower half of your face and your fingers, and the little mewls of your name Natasha lets out as she comes down from her high is one you’d always remember.

Finally, you emerge from between Natasha’s thighs. Slowly, you kiss up her stomach and her breasts, up the way you came down from, and you meet Natasha’s blissed out face.

You take a moment to take in her tousled hair, her swollen kissable-pink lips, her smudged makeup, her shallow gasps for air, and the pure lust in her eyes.

Just like that, and another jolt of arousal hits you. Before you can act on it, Natasha pulls you into a messy kiss, hot and sweaty.

“You look so fucking good-” Natasha says in between the frantic meeting of your mouths. “With my cum all over your jaw.” 

You bite back a growl at her words, wanting to let her know just how exactly good you can make her cum. Natasha catches your hand that slides down to her wet cunt, before bringing it up and placing a kiss on your fingertips. “Our time is up,” she whispers, nodding to the clock behind you that now reads 11.31pm. “One private session lasts 30 minutes.”

This woman was going to be the death of you.

You turn back to The Black Widow with dilated pupils, slowly reaching into your pocket for that leather Saint Laurent wallet, and the ghost of a smirk on your lips.

In the wee hours of twilight the next day, you leave the strip club with your wallet emptied, a searing cramp in your hand, and the memory of an unforgettable woman whose real name you hadn’t even known.

Boy, you had one hell of a story to tell your friends. 

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