#drilling and completion fluids

[vertechsgroup]

Use of IoT to Enable Oil & Gas Sector Achieve Operational Excellence

Having an impact on almost all the sectors within the global economy, crude oil is one of the most highly traded as well as valuable commodities in the world. Currently, it is an important source of both energy and fuel that act as the driving force for every known industry. It is due to it that today the oil and gas industry overall is the powerhouse industry that remains responsible solely for exploration as well as refining of crude. Now, such Exploration & Production companies and oil-field service providers, they use some heavy machinery pieces, including wellheads and the pumpjacks, for drilling fluid from the deep grounds. 

Apart from extraction, as part of well completion services, there comes in the transportation of the crude for which the O&G companies are highly dependent upon the huge pipelines network or the 3rd party vendors that can easily transport the oil through railways, trucks, and ships. These oil refineries constitute a downstream segment of the O&G industry and remain distinctly responsible for the petroleum-based products generation from crude oil.

It is all a big system that is known to facilitate the crude transformation to refined products, and to do this, there come several challenges in terms of oil theft, increased complexity of equipment, and also the rise within carbon footprint, which leads to quite severe social, political, industrial and for sure the environmental implications. This is why the companies associated with the O&G sector remain in search of the tech and tools which can help them counter such complexities. So, with the use of the Internet of Things, the one tech that brings in telematics capabilities and advanced analytics capabilities, they can get rid of the complete complexities that are related to the well completion services.

Vertechs- Single-stop Solution for the Oil & Gas Sector

We at Vertechs are the leading force within the IoT sector which developed a state-of-the-art product that presents the O&G industry with the opportunity to make some amazing, ground-breaking developments.

Vertechs is the end-to-end IoT solution provider offering users power for monitoring conditions as well as the performance of the assets from remote locations. It brings in the systematically designed platform, which helps to encompass the high-tech electronics and to configure the IoT dashboard suite allowing users for keeping an eye on the industrial operations and well completion services.

With the implementation of the completion solutions, there come varied benefits within the O&G industry overall. It includes some important features like,

Advanced Analytics

Cognition Capabilities

Telemetry, etc.

With the use of the above and more, there comes in revolutionization for the downstream, midstream, and upstream segments of the O&G industry. As for the remote equipment monitoring when drilling fluid, it helps boost the efficiency of the assets and enhance the plant efficiency.

Operational Excellence with Vertechs-based Asset Monitoring 

Most drilling fluid procedures, they happen within the remote areas which remain under extreme environmental conditions influence. The manual inspection of such oil monitoring machines, including Pumpjacks, Wellheads, etc., isn’t easy at all, increasing the risks to the safety of the workers. Further, such machines, they operate collectively with varied other machinery pieces, and even the last-minute hiccup or malfunction, or breakdown of the single component associated with completion solutions, it can compromise operational efficiency associated with the complete extraction process.

With the help of Vertechs IoT, the companies can get the needed help for the oil exploration and production while they continue enhancing operational excellence. Further, the sensors and meters are used to measure varied parameters, including pressure, temperature, humidity, and much more. Even the thresholds could be again set for the alarm when the particular variable crosses the permissible range.

Monitoring Pumpjack 

As part of completion solutions, the pumpjack remains almost similar to the hand pump that is used for drilling fluids from the wells wherein the oil pressure isn’t high enough to force itself out onto the surface. Using a prime mover or the motor powers, walking beam, and the sucker rod, one can plunge out the oil through the well. However, still there exist varied complexities that remain associated with pumpjack working.

Pumpjacks remain prone to the rod and tubing wear or pump failure because of the pump-off conditions and the fluid pound on the rod string. It can drastically increase the operating expenses and also result in unplanned downtime. 

With the Vertechs equipment monitoring solution, the E&P companies receive the solutions for reducing unexpected component malfunction changes that are associated with the pumpjacks and further ensure the regulatory or the safety compliance.

Final Words

Managing equipment efficiency and assets is an essential task for any industry. With IoT use, one can receive the benefits like the predictive analytics, which allows the industries to monitor conditions and the performance related to machines and assets.

With the help of IoT-based monitoring within O&G, the companies extend the life of the expensive machines, allowing users to monitor varied parameters associated with the machine working from remote locations. It, therefore, helps to reduce the time and cost associated with the random inspection and maintenance task. It also helps the companies enhance the overall equipment effectiveness of the assets and machines. 

So, go ahead and make the pick today. Using IoT solutions within the O&G industry is quite helpful and would help avoid risks and failures.

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[gamblersdoll]

brat taming kirishima with his bratty tsundere girlfriend.

idk thinking that kiri can be such a soft but hard as fuck dom and it always come to a head when you get snarky, like he knows how you are, almost as bad as bakugou.

but god, does he love when you subconsciously act out.

in this sense, you had completely forgot the rule about not allowing kiri to help you with the heavier things. he hates when you get too independent. sure, he knows you carry yourself so, so good. but hes trying to make you not be so defensive, so independent where you cannot be helped because you wont let the thickest walls down.

and on top of that, you shooed him away. biggest mistake for you.

“you know youre not supposed to be carrying these heavy things, right baby?” he tries to take the big box of a black grill out of your hands, but you pull away and swat your hand.

“i can do this shit by myself, kiri.” you grumble, sitting it in the garage with a standing kirishima.

none of that mattered now, not the way he has you folded up on your back to mattress and spread eagle.

the sheer force of his body always knocked you into oblivion, thrusts making your voice so high and ragged.

“i’m sorry, im so sorr—y!” you squeal, moans just bubbling out and a thumb circling your clit.

“oh, i know.” he coos, thrusts becoming meaner by the second. oh, he was pissed. pissed because, the fuck you thought this was? let him lift heavy things for you! youre not single anymore.. and your exes were some punk ass bitches. “bet you wont do this shit again, huh baby?”

you nod, tears starting to bubble up in the corner of your eyes and trying to keep the hold of the back or your knees.

he slows, keeping that motion on your clit and thrusting once really hard. “words, baby.” he growls, pointed teeth gritting.

“yes! yes!” you hiccup, feeling his hips go back to bullying your cervix.

“such a fuckin’ brat you know?” he groans, soft slaps against your cheek. “need’a real man to fuck into you like this, huh?” he coos again, rolling his eyes at a certain tightness. “always gotta be so mean to me.”

you nod, babbling incoherent words and sentences as he circled your over sensitive clit and push his cock deeper. “igunnacum!”

“there you go, just let go and cum, ‘kay baby?”

you hate how gooey he makes you feel. how patience is his strongest suit and making you feel so pathetic in his hands. he was right, needed a big bruly man to fuck you so deep you forget to rebuild that wall you made to protect yourself.

“you going to be mean like that again?” he asked, thrusting in his needy tip that pushes and traps you into the corner of the bed that is against the wall. “hm? cmon, say something, love.”

one thing about kirishima, you know hes pissed when hes drilling you like this, and he’s mocking and laughing at you.

his hands grips your hips hard, all two eighty five hundred pounds of him loving you. “fuck— fuck! yeah, cum!” demanded, and starved. finally, he hits that gummy spot hard enough, and your clit throbs and feels like it clenches on its own, creamy translucent fluid just dribbling from your walls and he laughs out.

“oh, thats my girl.” he shushes, wiping the tears and kissing your cheek. he groans, pulling himself out from your confinements and stroking himself, looking down as he growls from his chest meanwhile his own essence drools to the couch.

you just lay there, a twitching mess as he presses your legs up. he takes the discarded shirt of his to wipe up your cream and then his own. “you okay baby? did i go to hard, again?” he thickly swallows, feeling the pat of your hand against his large bicep.

[marketwire]

Drilling And Completion Fluids Market is forecast to reach US$9.2 billion by 2026, after growing at a CAGR of 5.7% during 2021-2026.

[hoshifighting]

WARNINGS: jihoon dealing with an extremely horny reader, guided masturbation, smut, fingering, mentions of body fluids (cum/precum), humiliation, crying, overstimulation, lots of dirty talk, mentions of penetrative sex, teasing, clit stimulation, g'spot stimulation, degrading.

@jihootea ALWAYS planting jihoon brainrot on meeee!! now i cant stop picturing how jihoon would deal with his partner when she's drop-head horny… he would be a MEANIE, like, no mercy. AND he can almost smell the horniness from you. even though he's turned back with his producing chair.

except you know, know, he’s aware. he can probably feel your eyes drilling into him, can hear the way you’re struggling to sit still, thighs rubbing together just enough to keep your sanity hanging by a thread.

and then, without even looking at you, he says, “you good over there? squirming like you’ve got a problem or something.” his tone is so casual it makes you want to throw something. it’s not even a question—it’s pure fucking tease, dripping with this smugness that makes you want to melt and scream at the same time.

“jihoon…” you whisper begging, but he just lets out this tiny scoff, like he’s already bored of you. he leans back in his chair, finally giving you his attention, eyebrow cocked like he’s waiting for you to entertain him.

“what?” he drawls, eyes sliding down to your legs, then back up to your flushed face. “you slut can’t keep that little thing between your legs under control?”

it’s embarrassing, the way he says it, like he’s talking about some little pet that you can’t handle. you bite your lip, trying not to combust as he looks you up and down, arms crossed, manspreading, all arrogant and completely unimpressed.

“if you’re that desperate,” he says, eyes narrowing, “why don’t you show me? right here...”

your mouth goes dry, heart slamming against your ribcage. but you can’t ignore the way his voice gets lower, like he’s waiting, daring you.

your hand’s barely down there inside your shorts, fingers brushing against the clit, when you hear him snap, “who said you could keep those on?” his tone’s rougher than usual. you’re quick to slide them off, hooking your thumbs in the waistband and slipping out of your shorts and panties in one go like they were one piece only. you toss them at him with a grin, watching his eyes light up satisfied as he catches them, raising an eyebrow at you.

he takes the panties from the bundle and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze the whole time. smirking. the way he watches you squirm, vulnerable in a way you never quite do with anyone else. it’s him. “getting all shy now? didn’t think you had it in you.”

you swallow, cheeks burning, but you don’t drop his gaze, even as he tilts his head.

“are you waiting for permission or something?” he snaps, that edge back in his voice. “didn’t i tell you to touch yourself? whats the hold-up? are you just that pathetic that you need me to walk you through it?”

you pout, voice coming out soft and whiny, “aren’t you going to help me?”

“oh, no, sweetheart. if you’re that desperate, you’ll just have to do it yourself. all by yourself, since you’re such a big girl already.”

your hand slides between your legs, finding that slick, that had been bothering you for hours already, you shiver as your fingers spread it over your folds, teasing your clit. his ears twitch up almost like a cat when he hears how wet you are.

“barely even touching yourself and already making a mess. and here i thought you had some self-control.” he drawls.

you whimper, biting your lip as you roll your fingers over your clit, feeling that ache, that need, building up. but he’s just watching, eyes raking over every inch of you with that judgmental gaze, making you feel ten times more exposed than you are.

“is that the best you can do?” he sneers. “pathetic. thought you wanted this, but you’re just playing around, aren’t you? can’t even get yourself off without me telling you what to do.”

you let out a frustrated whine, pressing harder, slipping a finger inside, anything to relieve that pressure, but it’s like his voice is right there, mocking you, judging every little movement.

“keep going,” he says, voice so cold that makes your skin shiver up. “maybe if you try a little harder, you’ll actually be worth watching. spread that pussy f’me.”

your fingers obey trembling as you slide them out to spread yourself for him, he sees the mouthwatering cream being expelled from the tight little hole. “look at that,” he sneers, tilting his head as he takes in the view. “so messy. you’re really that worked up, babe? got yourself all soaked just sitting here like a needy little slut.”

your breath hitches, a moan slipping out despite yourself as you finally push two fingers in, hips bucking, feeling that burn. his eyes gleam, watching the way you struggle to keep quiet, and he smiles, soooo pleased.

“aw, you’re whining already?” he coos, tone mocking, like he’s talking to some helpless, needy thing. “that desperate? thought you could handle yourself, but look at you—just a mess on my couch. tell me… wishing it was my fingers instead?”

you can’t help the whimper that escapes, hips lifting, and he catches it, eyes sparking.

“oh?” he chuckles, leaning in slightly. “or is it my cock you want, huh? that’s it, isn’t it? poor baby, too worked up to even admit it.”

the moan that slips from your lips is helpless, your back arching as you dig your fingers deeper, feeling the heat coil tighter. his smirk widens.

“then show me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “curl those fingers up, just like that… think you can even get yourself close to how good i’d make you feel?”

you nod, whimpering as you obey, curling your fingers up to hit that weak spot, feeling the way it makes your toes curl and your thighs tremble.

your warning slips out in a shaky breath, “ji… wanna cum,” as you meet his gaze, eyes pleading. he watches you, eyes heavy hunger, one hand squeezing his length through his pants, jaw tight as he throws his head back for a second, like he’s savoring the sight of you so worked up.

when he looks at you again. “go on,” he coos, smirking as he tilts his head. “didn’t last long, did you?”

you feel your body tremble, hips jerking as your hand moves faster, fingers slipping inside as you cry out, not caring anymore how loud you are, a mess being created on his studio's sofa. but just as you start to come down, just as you think it’s over, he speaks again.

“who said you could stop?” he sneers, eyes narrowing as he watches you with that amused smirk. “you’re not done yet. keep those fingers moving. keep going for me.”

a whimper escapes your lips as your overstimulated body obeys, fingers shaky but pushing in deeper, pressing against that sensitive spot again. your hips buck up involuntarily, every nerve screaming pleasure giving you a new ache that has you gasping.

“jihoon, but—” you try, voice breaking, but he cuts you off, voice sharp.

“if you don’t keep going, there’s no chance in hell i’ll give you what you want.”

you bite your lip, a desperate moan slipping out as you force yourself to keep moving. your fingers finally slip out, drenched and trembling, but instinct pulls you to the sensitive bud, fingers barely brushing over it as you start drawing slow, shaky circles. the touch is too much, making your eyes squeeze shut as your legs shake on either side, instinctively trying to close, but you keep them open, fighting against every urge to stop.

your face frown and you feel a hot prickle at the corners of your eyes, your voice breaking, choked, as you mutter, “ji… can’t… i can’t take it anymore…” your lower belly clenches, your body spasming at every soft circle you trace, a tear slips down your cheek, face flushed and damp, as you shudder, fingers shaking as they push you to that razor-thin edge again.

he leans forward, catching every broken sound, every little sob, his smirk widening as he coos, “oh, poor thing… already crying?” his words make you shake even harder, your body backstabbing you as you keep going, fingers pressed firmly on that nerve.

your thighs are burning from holding yourself open, your sobs grow louder, broken and dumb, and he’s just sitting back, arms crossed, his forearm muscles popping, veins standing out as he leans forward, eyes fixed on every shaky fingering.

“isn’t this what you wanted, slut?”

a whimper escapes you, eyes blurry with tears as you nod, “j-jihoon… can’t…” your hips buck up, trying to escape your own hand.

“keep going thought you were horny. or were you just pretending?”

another whimper, tears spilling down your cheeks as you press down on that sensitive bundle of nerves, every little touch pushing you higher, closer to that edge you’re not sure you can survive again. “please… too much…,” you cry, voice cracked.

“too much? aww poor baby...” he taunts, shaking his head slowly.

your insides twist, so intense you’re not sure where one ends and the other begins. you curl over yourself. each touch making your vision blur. nerves fried until you’re nothing but a quivering, soaked mess on the couch, every last bit of strength melting out of you. you don’t stop until he finally murmurs,

“good girl. that’s enough.”

you collapse, body going limp, fingers sliding away as you fall back, every limb heavy and useless. your chest heaves, cheeks flushed, face still damp with tears, and hes on you in a second, leaning over, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, lips.

“there ya’ go… you did so good, baby...” he whispers, like he’s helping you piece yourself back together. “my good girl, so perfect.”

you close your eyes, he shifts, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close against his chest, and you sink into the comfort of him, exhaustion pulling you under as he strokes your hair, fingers gentle, calming.

“get some rest,” he murmurs, pressing a final kiss to your temple. “you’ll need it, sweetheart. when you wake up, i’m going to make sure you really can’t move. gonna fuck you so hard...”

[thebigbadbatswife]

Bruce Wayne who has a habit for entering the room you're in and sweeping you off of your feet. Doesn't say anything, no hello or how are you, just effortlessly lifts you up and gets you to wrap your legs around his body. His lips meet yours in a passionate and hungry kiss, almost like he's drowning and your lips are oxygen.

You rarely ever make it to the master bedroom. Bruce preferring to find any suitable surface nearby and laying you on it (or occasionally bending you over it) and then ripping your clothes off. He doesn't care if someone walks in on the two of you. This is his house, after all, and he will fuck you where he pleases to. And any thoughts you have on it flee your mind when he's finally filling you up with his cock, both of you moaning loudly enough that it surely echoes around the manor, as your cunt squeezes around his cock.

He wastes no time drilling into you. The feet of the table scraping against the hardwood floor with each hard thrust that steals the very air from your lungs. The kisses pressed to your body are wet and messy and everywhere, Bruce unable to focus his attention on just one part of you, his mind completely overcome by the feeling of the heat of your cunt wrapped around him.

Your body grips him like a vice, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cum. The feeling of your orgasm is too much for him, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your waist, bruising you, as he moans against your skin, head coming to rest in the valley of your breasts as his hips stutter. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you as he spills his release deep inside of your pussy.

He stays still for a moment, panting hard, before lifting himself off of you and slowly pulling out. Once neatly styled hair falls in front of his eyes as he takes in the sight of where the mixture of yours and his fluids drip from your puffy pussy, making a mess on the table beneath you. Before you can become self-conscious from the way he's staring, his eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide, and he smiles.

"Are you up for round two?"

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Could I request reader squirting for the first time and being very embarrassed but the boys (141+Köing) just being like "Fuck that, do it again"

God seeing Price's smug grin and just going harder....

Mwahaha ask and you shall receive🙈🩷

141 + König Where Reader Squirts For The First Time

Warnings: pure. smut. Oral (f receiving), sex (p in v), spanking, swearing-

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Simon Ghost Riley-

"Fuck, sweetheart you feel so good." Simon cooed, as he drilled into you. He was beyond pussy drunk at this point, the only sounds his ears could hear were the soft moans he elicited from your lips.

You were in no better state. You were fucked out, full on panting and covered in sweat as your eyes continously rolled into the back of your head.

He continued his brutal assault on your pussy, his thick cock slamming in and out of your velvety walls. You were seeing stars at this point, your orgasm nearing rapidly.

Simon gave a low grunt as he felt your walls constrict around him, squeezing his cock just right. His brow was covered in sweat as he leaned down to take your earlobe between his teeth, his hot breath fanning in your ear. "This pussy was made for me."

His filthy words sent you over the edge, your toes curling and back arching as your orgasm tore through you, causing you to let out a silent scream. It was unlike any orgasm you've had before, and it took you a moment to regain your senses.

You looked up after a moment to find Simon staring down at you. His eyes had grown ten shades darker as a shit eating grin formed on his lips. You looked at his torso and saw that he was covered in your essence, the front of him being completely soaked by it.

Your hands flew to your cheeks as they began to flame in embarrament upon realizing what you'd just done. "I'm... I didn't mean to."

Simon, with his cock still buried inside you, gave a dark chuckle. He pulled your hands away from your face and gave the insides of your wrists a small peck. "Didn't know you could do that, sweetheart. I quite like this new discovery."

He leaned down and captured your lips in his before pulling away with a smirk. "Think you can give me another?"

John Price-

John's grip on your waist was bruising as he buried himself inside you from behind with each thrust. "Taking me so well, baby."

The sounds filling the room were obscene, between the slapping of skin, the squelching of your drenched cunt, and John's groans, it had your orgasm approaching faster than normal.

He flipped you over on your back, his cock still sheathed inside you, before continuing his relentless pace as he threw your legs over his shoulders.

Your body began to tighten as you felt the familiar heat of your orgasm beginning to race through you. Your legs tightened around John's neck, and his fingers flew to your clit and began to rub vigorously to coax you through your high.

As your head pushed back into the pillows behind you, you felt a wave of liquid pour from between your legs, covering John's lower half. You immediately shot up, chest still heaving from your orgasm, and turned tomato red at the sight before you.

John was drenched in your fluids as he slowly pulled out of you. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight.

"Oh, oh my god, John. I'm so sorry. Let me grab a rag." You murmered as you began to slide off the side of the bed before John caught you by your wrist.

"Did my baby just squirt?" He gave a smug grin as he leaned down to nip at your shoulder.

Your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment as you hid your face in your lover's chest. "I'm so sorry."

John pulled away, his now dark eyes looking down on you seriously. "Do. Not. Fucking. Apologize. For. That."

He rolled you back over, so you ass was facing him before landing a slap to one of your cheeks. He fisted his cock a few times before ramming it back in your drenched pussy. "Be a good pet and give daddy another, yeah?"

König-

König was going down on you like a man starved. You were beyond overstimulated, but he couldn't care less. He'd been between your legs for the better part of an hour, desperate to draw yet another orgasm out of you.

He had a firm grip on your thighs, preventing you from squirming in any way as his tongue ran along your folds tantalizingly slow. The noises he was making were obscene, and you fought desperately against his hold, your legs begging to squeeze shut around his head.

He began to press open mouth kisses to your core, gathering as much of your arousal as he could with each movement of his mouth. You gave a breathy moan, encouraging him to continue.

He gave a hearty chuckle into your heat, before flicking his tongue wildly at your clit. Your hands shot to his hair and tugged, his tongue continuing its assault on your puffy, overstimulated bundle of nerves.

You felt the coil in your belly snap, almost violenty, as your body shook underneath your lover's firm grip. Your legs squeezed around his head as your orgasm died down, before feeling an unusually soaked puddle forming beneath you.

You sat up slightly as you heard König let out a small whimper. "Maus."

The sight before you had you letting out an embarrassed squeal as you turned cherry red. Königs shirt was drenched, along with the sheets of the bed. You'd never squirted before, not once, and you didn't know how to react. "Kö. I'm... I didn't..."

"M-Maus. That was... You were so good." His eyes lit up as he licked his lips. "I need more of it."

You gave a soft cry as he buried his head back between your legs, his tongue eagerly cleaning up the mess you just made. Needless to say, he didn't let you leave until he had his fill again.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

"That's it, just like that." Johnny encouraged, his hands gripping at your hips as you bounced on his cock.

You'd broken quite the sweat, your pace not relenting, as you laid your hands out on Johnny's chest to steady yourself.

Sex with Johnny always felt amazing, but there was something about it tonight that felt better than normal. His cock massaged the walls lining your pussy with every movement of your hips, his tip kissing your cervix each time you sat back down.

Your orgasm was nearing, and you were desperately chasing it as your nails dug into the flesh in Johnny's chest. Your walls clenched around him as you continued your movements, causing him to groan.

Johnny was desperate for you to cum with him, so he snaked his hand down the length of his abdomen, and stopped when he reached your heat, his fingers beginning to roll at your clit in a lazy motion.

The coil in your belly snapped as a wave of hot pleasure coarsed through you, and you felt a pool of wetness forming on Johnny's abdomen.

You caught your breath before looking down, your cheeks burning red at the mess you'd created. "Johnny, I'm so sorry."

Johnny's eyes were wide as he took in the sight before him. Did you just..?

"What on earth are you apologizing for. That was fucking hot." He gave you a cocky smirk. "Glad to know my cocks that good."

"Johnny! Stop, I'm so embarrassed." You swatted at your boyfriend before tearing your eyes away from him.

Johnny was quick to grab your chin and direct your gaze back to him. He gave you a smirk before throwing you onto the bed below him, not giving a damn about his soaked torso. He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your pussy, before ramming his cock back into you.

"Embarrassed? I should be the one who's embarrassed, given that I've not gotten you to do that til now. Fuck being embarrased, give me another one babe."

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Kyle was taking his time with you tonight. He'd been apart from you for a few weeks and was aching to have you unravel in front of him before he got his own fix.

He was running his fingers along your soaked folds, rubbing at the sensitive flesh, before slipping his index and middle finger into your pussy.

He stroked your walls as he languidly pumped his fingers in and out of your core. He began to pick up the pace as your head flew back, smirking to himself at the noises he was eliciting from you.

He pressed his thumb to your clit, and began to circle with just enough pressure to have your legs shaking. "Kyle!"

Your hands flew to your face as your orgasm plowed through you, your whole body shaking violently. You peeked through your fingers as you felt something spraying on your legs and let out a small whimper as you realized what'd just happened.

Kyle nearly came in his pants at the sight. His jeans were now soaked with your essence, and he gave a dark chuckle at the embarrassment on your face. "Baby, show me your face. You have no reason to be embarrassed."

You slowly slid your fingers down your face, not daring to meet your boyfriend's eyes. "I... I've never done that before."

Kyle gave you a wolfish grin before standing up to rid himself of his clothes. "You have no idea how good that makes me feel. You were so good."

He grabbed your heels, pulling you to the edge of the bed before running his hardened cock along the wetness on your thighs.

"Do it again."

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A/N: this is trasshhhhhhh😭🤣🤣

[seichv]

“you're squirming a lot for someone who swore they could take it.”

SATORU had your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounded into you senselessly, one of his big, slender hands made its way down to your clit, rubbing circles on it, causing you to jolt. whiny moans constantly slipped past your lips, and your vision was going black. “so f-fucking good, satoruuu…” both his hands tightly grabbed your thighs now, throwing his head back as a loud groan emits from his chest. his face inched closer to yours as his icy gaze pierced directly into yours. “mhm… feels good, yeah?”

the lewd, wet noises made it all even nastier… his eyes shifted down to watch how tightly your sopping cunt was clenching around him, and he couldn't help but be amused at the view. “haah… you hear that? pussy’s talking to me, huh?” his face still had barely any distance from yours, his eyes were flooded with that lecherous look inside of them… the head of his dick kept reaching that sweet spot inside of you, he was slamming into you like he's fucking a fleshlight.

his strokes were just cruel, he mumbled “uh-huh” with every few moans that came from you. “o-oh my goddd… satoru–!” you couldn't feel an inch of your body, except for just how fucking deep inside he was, balls slapping against your ass leaving the skin there bright red. you had no way to escape no matter how much you thrashed around, he was practically fucking you into the sheets.

“gonna cum for me, baby?” his breath fanned against your face as he spoke, your brows knitting together, complete gibberish was all you were speaking, you made all sorts of grunts and moans that were far from a coherent answer. your legs were spasming and shaking, sweat glistening on your forehead. one of his hands sneaked up to your neck and firmly wrapped around it, saliva dripping onto his hand from your mouth that was hung open widely, your tongue almost lolling out, it looked pornworthy. “i asked you a question, pretty girl.”

“s-shutting your mouth won't be a bad idea.” you replied, slowly coming undone as his hand around your throat tightened its hold, not enough to prevent your breathing but enough to get your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “what was that?” the sound of his voice alone makes you lose yourself, you started to feel your skin tingling with that familiar feeling in your stomach as he practically broke you with each snap his hips made into yours.

“i said shut–” satoru cuts you off with a harsh thrust, your nails almost tearing the sheets from how hard you dug your nails into them as you yelped. he hums, with a wide grin spread across his face that made you want to slap him, even though it was sexy as fuck. your insides began to churn up as you pathetically whined beneath him.

“watch that pretty mouth, sweetheart.”

his cock drilled inside of you at a mean pace, you were going feral with not an inch of composure left. you felt satoru contracting and twitching inside your walls, they were hugging him so good he felt like he was in a trance. you watched his expression, his chest rumbling with loud, shaky groans. the pleasure continuously grew in your core, the ache between your legs overwhelming. you gushed your fluids onto him with a loud cry, your nerves all over the place as your entire body gave out. “oh fuuck—!” he fucked you through your orgasm, working his way to his own release.

“fuuuck…” he shoots his load deep inside of you, holding onto both sides of your waist for dear life as he quivered… beads of sweat trickled down his neck, huffing as he takes a moment to slowly gather his breath. you hear a squelch as he slowly pulls out of your pussy, his eyes following his cum spilling out and running down your folds. he leans down beside you to caress your cheek.

his hands traveled down your thighs as he whispered, chuckling at your fucked out expression and the way your eyes were barely staying open. one of your hands slid down to your pussy, your fingers coating in the mess that was down there. you felt how stretched out you were, your gaping hole making the nastiest sounds just from a simple touch. you sighed, your eyelids going heavy.

maybe you shouldn't watch your mouth more often.

[fraugwinska]

Okay but can you do an Al that quite likes to be put in his place by the reader behind closed doors? Can be sfw or NSFW, your choice. Radio Demon deserves to let off some steam losing control. 😏

Oh, what a fun ask that was - I approached it the best way I could, and I for one love it :D My gift to you and everyone who wants to! Attention: This is not mild, it's getting ✨spicy✨! ;>

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Hard Day

There were three telltale signs.

Alastor had come home from another meeting of the overlords. He greeted Charlie and the others with his usual smile and the obligatory mocking quip at Angels playful flirtations. But what others didn't see was blatantly obvious to you. 

One: His left eye twitched constantly. 

Niffty and you were on dinner duty that evening, so the kitchen was, despite your best efforts to tidy up behind her, a raging mess of pots, chopped ingredients and various spots of sauces and suspect fluids. When Alastor came in to get himself a cup of coffee and saw the mess, he excessively scolded the poor girl for being unnecessarily messy. 

Two: Losing his patience with Niffty. 

After dinner, you and him would routinely join Husk at the bar, you for a digestif, him to get into 'entertaining' banter with the cat demon, who'd pour him a glass of whiskey or two while they'd bicker. Today, he stayed quiet, just played an experimental jazz song from his cane, and when Husk reached for the bottle of rye, Alastor shook his head. 

Three: Arhythmical tapping of his claws on the barcounter. 

You downed your drink and exclaimed loudly that you were tired. Like a routine, Husk grinned as he took you glass back, turned away to give Alastor the cue to shoot you that look, and the deer followed you silently, taking the invitingly open hand of yours when you were out of sight. 

You beelined straight to your room - not his, that was his domain, his kingdom where he could rule over you - the wrong place for tonight. 

You lead him through the door, letting go of his hand and locking it behind you. When you turned, he had already loosened his tie, throwing it on the ground with a frustrated huff, brows furrowed and gums showing from the tightness of his snarl. 

“Hard day.” You don't ask: you state; and he paced through your room, struggling. You knew the drill, you waited, patiently, neutral. You knew how hard it was for him to overcome his desire to control, to willingly give it up, but also, how much he needed it in these moments.

Finally, he came to rest his head on your shoulder, forehead pressed in the crook of your neck. 

“Please.”, he whispered, the voice filter completely gone. The go point. You smiled. 

“Sit.” 

You followed him to your bed, where he did as he was told. Sitting down on the edge, ears pressed against his head, gaze fixed on the carpet. 

You unbuttoned his coat, pushing it off his shoulders and away from him. Then the vest, then his shirt. The silence only disturbed by occasional fizzing of his static, a hint of his inner turmoil of letting you take the lead. 

You ignored it, throwing the discarded clothes on a chair nearby. You placed your hands on each of his shoulders, and leaned in. Hungrily, he took your lips, his tongue slid out, licking over them to demand entrance - you stopped, face neutral. 

“No.”, you said, not harsh, but firm. 

“No.”, he repeated, sighing. 

As you returned to his mouth, you let your hands wander, over his collarbone, smooth and grayish, fading into soft, red fur on his chest and onto his back - firm, tense, rigid. 

He didn't attempt another grab for power, although you knew his body wanted to. His claws dug into the mattress, as if to prevent them from grabbing your flesh. He was shaking. 

You knelt down before him, hands already on the buttons of his trousers. Your steady eyes stayed glued on his burning ones.  He took a sharp breath when you stroked his freed, already hard member, a slow, soft, explorative stroke. He closed his eyes. 

“No.”, you said again, and he opened them immediately, irises shifting to dials and back. “Eyes on me, my buck.”

The pet name made him shiver, a low groan escaped his throat. Your lips twitched with a smile - moments like these made you feel so immensely happy, to be the one the big bad Radio Demon was submitting to, letting him be weak before you.

With a hum, you took him in your mouth, sliding your lips down his shaft as far as you could. He answered with a moan, deliberate and desperate. His head fell back, you heard your sheets ripping from his tightening grip. Up and down, with your tongue swirling over his reddened tip at every stroke, you sucked him into frenzied panting.

His right hand lifted, reached for your hair, intended to grip it, to guide you on his cock, but you caught him on his wrist, popping him out of you with harsh coldness. 

“Ah ah ah.”, you tutted, tilting your head at him. He looked almost manic at this point. “Only good boys are allowed to cum. And you want to cum, my buck, don't you?”

Alastor growled, but it sounded more like a whine. 

“I can't hear you.”, you teased with a single stroke of your hand on his throbbing member. 

“Yes.”

“Good. Then behave.”

He did. His moans and growls became more heated, loud and frantic as he let himself unravel inside your mouth. You felt him tremble, his thighs you gripped shaking under your fingers. 

“Darling…”

You hummed, not relenting, keeping your pace. You knew what he wanted, what he needed, but he had to ask first. 

“Darling… may I… “, he was gritting his teeth, beads of sweat on his temples and his grin on the verge of breaking. It was enough. 

“Cum.” was all that you said, in the mere second your lips were breaking contact to his tip - it was all he needed. A heartbeat later, he came, violently, securely, in the safe and warm enclosure of your throat. You drank him up, swallowed two times so not to spill any of his precious seed, feeling him twitch inside and pant before you. 

He pulled you up to him, onto his chest, and you let him - handing him the power back like a baton.  He kissed you forcefully, his first instinct to reassure he was back in control, to return you to submission again - you smiled at that thought.  He embraced you, tenderly, pressing you into him like a soft pillow, and took a long, content breath. 

“Hard day.” he said, stroking your hair as you closed your eyes, relieved to hear his heart beat steady once more. 

[krewekreep]

When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

Requests Open

[redroomreflections]

Hey, open this 😄

*Natasha is having one of her monthly training sessions with R where they brush up on the things she wants R to know. It starts off innocently. They’re in the garage and the kids are occupied elsewhere. Natasha is helping R stretch and they flirt here and there. *

Natasha had planned the training session like any other—focused, purposeful, and meant to keep you sharp. You started in the garage, where the space was wide open, with the kids finishing up homework or elsewhere. Natasha always insisted on starting with stretches, knowing how important flexibility was, but also enjoying the close proximity it allowed. Really you think she just liked the opportunity to touch you. Not that she needed an excuse.

As you leaned forward in a stretch, Natasha's hands gently guided your further, her hand on the small of your back, and her voice soft with encouragement. “You’re getting better at this, you know?” Natasha remarked, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

You responded with a grin, “Well, I have the best teacher.” You couldn’t help but flirt back, especially with Natasha being so close.

Natasha laughed quietly, a sound that always made your heart flutter. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” she teased, leaning down to adjust your form. The warmth of her touch sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. You let out a light groan at the stretch.

After the stretching, Natasha moved the session into self-defense drills, her focus sharp but her eyes still holding that playful glint. You followed her lead, throwing punches and blocking as she directed, her movements fluid and precise. As always, Natasha was an expert at this—swift, strong, and completely in control.

She circled you, her eyes assessing every move you made, correcting your stance when needed, and offering pointers in that low, confident tone that always made your heart skip a beat.

“Remember, keep your elbows in,” Natasha instructed as she stepped closer, her hands gently guiding your arms into the right position.”That’s good baby.”

You nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand, but Natasha’s presence was a distraction in the best way. You threw a punch, but she easily deflected it, spinning you around until she had you pinned against the mat. Her body pressed against yours, one arm securing both of your wrists above your head, and the other bracing against your shoulder. Instinctively, your wrap your thighs around her hips.

Natasha’s breath was warm against your cheek, her lips so close that you could almost feel them. “You’ve got to stay focused,” she murmured, her tone teasing, though her grip on you was firm.

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as you looked up at her. “It’s been a while,” you said, your voice a mix of challenge and playfulness.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Since I pinned you? Or since you’ve been this close to me?” she asked, her tone teasing, but with a hint of something deeper.

You tilted your head slightly, meeting her gaze with a mischievous look in your eye. “Maybe both.”

Natasha let out a soft chuckle, her hold on you loosening slightly but still keeping you in place. “Well, let’s see if you remember how to get out of this,” she whispered, her voice low, almost daring you.

You couldn’t resist the challenge, and with a quick move, you shifted your weight, managing to twist out from under her and reversing the positions. Now it was you who had Natasha pinned, though your faces were still mere inches apart. Her surprised but impressed expression made you grin.

“Guess I remember more than you thought,” you teased, your voice light but filled with satisfaction.

Natasha’s eyes shone with pride and something else, something that made your heart race. “I’m impressed,” she admitted, her voice softening. “But maybe I let you win.”

You shook your head slightly, still smiling. “Maybe you did. Or maybe you just like being under me.”

Natasha’s laugh was low and throaty, and before you knew it, she had flipped the positions again, her speed and skill still far beyond your own. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Maybe I do.”

Natasha’s smirk deepened as she hovered above you, her breath warm against your skin. You couldn’t help but get lost in the way she looked at you—those piercing green eyes, the subtle curve of her lips, the way her auburn hair framed her face perfectly. She was mesmerizing, and you found it hard to focus on anything else.

Your gaze trailed down from her eyes to her lips, lingering there as you remembered the way they felt against yours, soft but commanding, making you forget everything else. You couldn’t help but trail down to her glistening abs and cleavage on full display above you. Natasha noticed, of course, her smirk turning into a knowing grin.

“See something you like?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement as she caught you staring.

You let out a breathy laugh and let your eyes continue their journey, taking in the way her muscles subtly shifted under her tight training gear, the way every movement was so graceful, so deliberate. “I’m just appreciating the view,” you replied, your tone half-joking, half-serious.

Natasha tilted her head slightly, as if she was considering something. “You’re supposed to be focusing on the training,” she chided gently, though her tone held no real reprimand.

But you were far too captivated to care about training at this point. “I am focused,” you argued lightly, eyes now trailing down to her collarbone, where the skin was just exposed enough to make you wonder what it would feel like under your lips. “Just... maybe not on the fighting.”

Natasha’s gaze softened a little, her teasing giving way to something more tender. She leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing yours. “You know, you’re going to have to stop ogling me if you want to keep up,” she whispered, though the heat in her eyes suggested she wasn’t exactly in a hurry to make you stop.

You bit your lip, your hands instinctively sliding up her arms, feeling the strength in them as you did. “Why would I ever want to stop?” you murmured, eyes finally meeting hers again.

Natasha laughed softly, a sound that sent a thrill through you. “You’re impossible,” she said, though her expression was full of affection. She stayed there for a moment longer, letting you drink in the sight of her, before finally pulling back, giving you just enough space to breathe but not enough to stop you from wanting more.

As she moved back, you couldn’t help but follow her with your eyes, admiring the way she moved—so fluid, so confident. “You know,” you started, your voice a bit breathless, “I think you like being ogled.”

As Natasha stood back to reset the drill, you couldn’t resist taking a moment to appreciate how she moved, the fluidity of her motions, the way every part of her seemed perfectly in sync. Even though the focus was supposed to be on the training, your thoughts kept drifting to her—how stunning she looked, how close she was, and how much you wanted to keep that closeness.

The drill started again, and as you moved through the steps, you found yourself taking every chance to touch her, even if just briefly. When you blocked one of her punches, your fingers lingered just a bit longer than necessary on her wrist, feeling the pulse beneath her skin. Natasha noticed, of course, but didn’t say anything, her smirk widening as if she was in on your little game.

When she demonstrated a move, positioning your hands and feet, you let your hands brush against her hips as you adjusted your stance, enjoying the brief contact. Natasha’s eyes flicked up to yours, a knowing look passing between you, but she continued as if nothing had happened.

As you moved into a defensive stance, Natasha circled you, instructing you on your form. When she was close enough, you couldn’t resist the urge to reach out, lightly grazing her arm as you pretended to correct your balance. When she grappled you, you somehow maneuvered yourself so that your ass was pressed against her pelvis. You could feel the firmness of her muscles against your bare skin. You could only hope you would make it through this session. Natasha paused, raising an eyebrow at you, her lips twitching as if she was holding back a laugh.

“You’re supposed to be learning how to defend yourself,” she said, though her tone was more amused than admonishing.

“I am,” you reply, your voice innocent but your eyes betraying your intentions. “But I figure staying close to you is a good strategy too.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, but the fondness in her expression was unmistakable. “Is that what you think?” she asked, her voice dropping slightly, making your heart skip a beat.

You nodded, stepping closer under the guise of adjusting your position again, letting your hand briefly brush against her side. “Absolutely.”

Natasha shook her head, her smile finally breaking through. “You’re incorrigible,” she muttered, though there was no real annoyance in her tone.

When she moved to pin you again, you took the opportunity to let your hands slide along her arms, feeling the strength in them before she had you flat on your back. This time, Natasha didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, she leaned in, her face inches from yours, her eyes holding yours captive.

“Distracted?” she asked, her voice low, and though the question was playful, there was a challenge in her eyes.

You smiled up at her, your hands resting lightly on her shoulders, taking in every detail of her face, the way her breath fanned across your skin. “Maybe,” you admitted, your voice soft but full of affection. “But can you blame me?”

Natasha held your gaze for a moment longer, then let out a soft sigh, releasing you from the pin. “You’re lucky I like you,” she said.

“Only like?” You questioned.

Natasha paused at your question, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. “Only like?” you repeated, your voice playful, though there was a hint of something more beneath the teasing.

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in just a little closer, her breath warm against your skin. “You know it’s more than that,” she whispered, her tone gentle but firm, like she was sharing a secret meant only for you.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, the intensity in her gaze making it hard to focus on anything else. “I know,” you murmured, your fingers brushing lightly against her shoulders, tracing the lines of her muscles. “But I like hearing it.”

Natasha chuckled softly, her thumb grazing your cheek in a tender gesture. “Greedy,” she teased, though her voice was filled with affection.

“Only when it comes to you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha’s expression softened even more, her eyes filled with a warmth that made your heart swell. She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes again. “Then I guess I’ll just have to remind you how much more it is,” she said, her voice low and full of promise.

“I want you to fuck me, Nat,” You wiggle your hips against her

“We can’t,” She breathed.

“It’s been weeks for us,” You remind her.

“I know,” She hummed as her lips ghosted over your neck.

“You can’t just ask me in here and not expect me to get horny,” Your breathe catches in your throat.

“I know,” Natasha nods. Her hands run along your body, stopping at your hips to keep you from moving. “I know you want me inside of you. Touching you. Fucking you. I bet if I feel right now you’re wet?” She emphasizes her point with the subtle movement of her knee. You are putty in her hands as you bare down. God it feels so good. Suddenly, she pulls away and is back standing on her feet.

“Nat?” You sit up against the mat.

“Hopefully this time you won’t pull your punches,” Natasha smirks. “Use your frustration as motivation.”

“I don’t like you right now,” You grumble. “I hope you know I’m sticky and wet and will be showering alone.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Natasha calls after you.

“Mhmm, you know what, maybe I should shower and make you watch,” You pretend to mull it over.

“You know I can’t do that,” Natasha doesn’t want to think of the idea of not being able to touch you.

“Well, consider us even.” You wave to her before racing to the bedroom.

[vertechsgroup]

Finding Solutions to Challenges Faced by Oil and Gas Industry

IoT introduction within the oil and gas industry has been recognized as the leading contributor to reduced cases like leakage and more. One cannot ignore that even after so much, advancement within the oil and gas industry has faced certain challenges. However, with the introduction of IoT within the oil and gas industry, the challenges are being evaded. Understanding the importance of a fluid monitoring system and other technology like this, we at Vertechs are taking care of various impediments and bringing in new features within our technological devices that will help with the right implementation of IoT.

Considering the above, this blog has been prepared to provide information on how adding different features is helping the oil and gas industry and doing much better than before in terms of productivity and revenue. So, go ahead and give it a read ahead. Make a smart choice that can help you in the long term.

Improvement in Operational Efficiency

Last few years, oil and Gas industries faced issues in terms of improving the efficiency of their assets and ensuring the reduction of downtime. With the help of IoT, different devices and fluid monitoring systems are being brought in as part of completion solutions that are helping in the improvement of operational efficiency through,

o   Predictive maintenance

o   Emission monitoring

o   Positioning Intelligence

o   Control and release management

o   Pipeline and equipment monitoring

Improved Revenue

For the oil and gas companies aiming to transform business, they can definitely procure considerable value just by developing an integrated IoT strategy, and that can be done by bringing in an IPC system or fluid monitoring system, or any other task-enabled system. In truth, IoT integration within the oil and gas industry has influenced global GDP, and the results are amazing.

Now, just deploying the technology will not automatically help in creating economic value as to create the same, the companies are required to link the IoT deployments with their business priorities, and when the same is done in the right manner, results are seen in terms of overall growth and revenue.

Having real-time data

Data plays a crucial role in every industry, and collecting a huge amount of data brings efficiency and accuracy to the oil and gas industry. Even a small amount of improvement that is done with the expectation of better efficiency and some notable difference helps.

In actuality, the profit of the oil and Gas industry remains dependent upon the efficiency and accuracy of the real-time data. With IoT incorporation in the oil and gas industry, production can be captured in real time through a fluid monitoring system with embedded sensors. Not just this, but also the information gathered through the assets helps make real-time decisions with the right technology system implemented at the right place.

Decrease in safety risk

The completion solutions or the fluid monitoring system, along with the IPC system, all help increase efficiency and provide insight that helps with better management and, in turn, reduces risk.

IoT does play a critical role in the improvement of safety and reduction of risk of accidental injury within the oil and gas industry; after all, there are chances of unexpected equipment failure. But guess what? With the help of technology, it gets reduced as the management team gets to have the real-time location as well as the activity of the asset, which they can trace easily.

 Environmental footprint

From a reduction of safety risk to an increase in efficiency, the internet of things significantly reduces the environmental impact that happens because of the oil and Gas industry. It helps avoid oil spills with better completion solutions while using less energy and emitting less carbon that remains significant enough for incorporating IoT.

The connected devices combination with IoT within oil and Gas industries has released almost every leg covering from the supply chain to operations and customer engagement. In reality, the real-time monitoring system and all those proactive alert reminders, are quite a help to avoid environmental hazards, including waste, oil spills, etc.

Choose Vertechs for your next IoT introduction

Vertechs is a company powered by innovation and fuelled with passion. All our experts and professionals bring creativity and knowledge along with experience to challenge the status quo to ensure continuous improvement by following the constantly evolving approaches. In this way, we work systematically towards solving the energy industry challenges and offer a much more sustainable future.

Working as a proactive solution provider within the sector of drilling and well control artificial intelligence and digitalization, etc., with all that in hand and the tech driving high performance sustainably, we at Vertechs work towards creating real change. So, choose between our products and services, and we will do our best to offer you nothing but quality and assurance.

Connect today to order a dissolvable plug or IPC system, drilling fluids monitoring system, or the twin well construction platform. We are here for all.

[goodgirlofglory]

Now that I know your requests are open, BE READY TO RECEIVE SOME TOE CURLING ASKS!!!

Like for example, I’m desperate for overstimulated Bucky 😩 like we all know Bucky can’t get enough of his girl, to the point where she’s gone dumb, but there’s something about tying up a big strong metal armed super soldier and making him cum over and over and over while he’s begging (he doesn’t know what he’s begging for, you to continue or stop like ✋)

Emphasis on the tying him up and sucking his soul out of his body, with your own body.

But you know, this was just a suggestion 🫶🫶keep up the great work!! 🌸🌸🌸🌸

Girl🥵

That is so fucking hot i can’t even, got me like😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠🫠✋️✋️✋️💦💦💦

Okay so I immediately sat down and started writing after reading this. Overstim is honestly one of my favorite things. Let's hope i did it justice🙏🙏🙏

Big boy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2,3k

Warnings: 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (f and m recieving), handjob, slightly severe overstimulation, messy creampie, messy, filthy fluids everywhere, bondage, slight d/s vibes(with sweet, subby, needy Bucky), p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Summary: see the lovely prompt above💗

Note: the gif is cocky Bucky before he knew what he’d gotten himself into😏

“Keep your eyes on it,” you said, your voice drifting in through the cotton like muffle over Bucky’s hearing. He blinked the blur from his eyesight and heaved for breath, wave after wave of syrupy pleasure tinged with overexertion lining his lungs and loins like the finest lace. 

Looking down his body, covered in sweat and twitching sporadically, he watched helplessly as you bent forward, sliding your pussy slowly off his cock. It made an obscenely wet noise as it slapped back onto his stomach, adding more wetness to the drenched patch of hair below his navel. From your position astride his hips facing away from him, he had an unobstructed view of the utter mess between your legs, your red and swollen pussy gaping slightly below your puckered asshole, the sight sending off small fireworks off undiluted, heady arousal in Bucky’s head. 

You moaned softly and a moment later Bucky answered with a downright helpless mewl as his cum, pearly white and thick, began to drip out of your pussy. His whole body jolted, his cock jerking in a feeble attempt at rising. You knew what that exact sight did to him, how it chafed at some primal being inside him, how desperate it made him to pounce on you and pin you down, to cover you in his body and nuzzle your neck, to imprint himself on you and in you until he was ingrained in your very being. 

His arms jerked, but even his vibranium arm was powerless against the restraints you’d so cleverly acquired. He’d been so cocky when you’d asked to tie him up in the bedroom, all overinflated male pride and confidence in the fact that few bindings could keep his strength leashed. He’d grown hard in his pants and happily relaxed onto his back in your bed, head rested on the mountain of soft pillows. His arrogance had turned on a dime once you seemingly out of nowhere whipped out a pair of vibranium handcuffs and proceeded to fasten his wrists to bolts drilled into the very concrete of the wall behind the bed. Bucky had only realized his mistake once you’d secured his vibranium arm and leaned back with a grin filled with so much wicked glee he’d actually gulped. A few, increasingly earnest tugs on his bonds had solidified it. He was indeed completely at your mercy. Not helping at all, his cock had grown even harder at the realization. 

Now, god knew how many orgasms later, he could hear his blood pumping thick and slow in his ears, saturated with pleasure so intense and drawn out it sizzled in every nerve until the point of numbness, and watched helplessly as you elegantly turned around on the mattress and leaned forward between his legs, your eyes filled with mischief and a bratty confidence that had Bucky’s hands itching to spank your asscheeks raw. 

You blew soft, cold air on his swollen shaft and he shuddered at the sensation, more overworked than he’d ever been before. He didn’t know if his cock was still hard or just so swollen from all the stimulation it couldn’t shrink back to its normal, soft state. It seemed encased in a thick layer of rubber numbing it while simultaneously feeling so rubbed raw every nerve ending was exposed. He didn’t know if he wanted more or desperately needed reprieve. Okay, maybe that was a lie. You had insisted he choose a safeword before you started, and he hadn’t once considered saying it out loud, not even now.

A choking sound forced itself from him as you bent down to kiss his shaft, making it rise up to twitch against your lips as you peppered it with light, loving kisses. 

“P-please,” Bucky heard himself saying, wrists weakly tugging on his bonds. 

You looked up at him with sensual, low-lidded eyes, laying your cheek on his hip and letting a finger slowly trail up and down his sensitive cock. Bucky hissed and shuddered, his reactions wildly out of proportion to the things you were doing. But he couldn’t help it, he was so sensitive. 

“What are you begging so sweetly for, baby?” you asked. 

Bucky didn’t know, not really. His mind was a melting blurr of sensation and pleasure, and he just knew he needed you, though he couldn’t string together his thoughts to figure out in what way.

“I…I can’t,” he huffed out between great puffs of air as your finger continued to tease and tickle his overstimulated flesh. 

You tsked and pouted. 

“Aw, don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, big boy?” you asked in a sickly sweet, slightly condescending tone. You wrapped your hand around his aching cock and began jerking him, moving the foreskin up and down, the glide easy and wet by the copious amount of slick mixed with his cum still covering it from the way you’d ridden two orgasms out of him in one go. 

Bucky moaned, a long, drawn out, desperate thing as he watched your hand helplessly, so fucking hard and so fucking sensitive.

“I want you to give me one more,” you said, soft and slow, watching his face as your hand sped up. Bucky threw his head back and panted at the ceiling, One more? How many had he already given you? Four? Five? He didn’t even know he could cum so much consecutively, but surely he couldn’t come any more now?

Bucky groaned at the ceiling as his body warred between exhaustion and the tension you were slowly and meticulously building in him despite everything, how a tingling sensation began growing in his balls even as his purple, engorged cock-head throbbed in protest. 

Was he actually going to come again? He couldn’t believe it, but his body was tensing up, his breath coming out in puffs, the muscles in his thighs bulging. Yes, he could feel it, it was coming, it was within reach. 

“God,” he choked out, and you moaned in encouragement, kissing his hip as your hand sped up the tiniest bit. 

Bucky whipped his head down to look in disbelief as a splash of cum jettisoned out of his cock to add to the mess on his stomach, his body shuddering violently. 

“That’s it,” you breathed with delight, playfully biting his hip as you jerked him through the tiny orgasm, soothing him with your hands up and down his body as you kissed you way up his torso, taking a nipple into your mouth and suckling noisily. You’d both been surprised by how sensitive Bucky’s nipples were, and he still struggled to admit how fucking much he loved it when you played with them, the tingling going straight down to his groin. Bucky shuddered as you bullied the nipple with your tongue and teeth the exact way he used to do to you.

Bucky was still struggling to gather his frayed and scrambled thoughts while his body shivered in the aftershocks of his pleasure, and he heard himself make a sound suspiciously like a whimper as you straddled his waist and laid down on top of him. Bucky relished the heavenly intimacy of your skin on his, of your warmth covering him, and felt himself overwhelmed with emotion as you nuzzled his cheek and wrapped your arms around his neck. He tucked his face into the hollow of your throat, trying to get closer, desperately wanting to wrap his arms around your body. He made the weird whimpering sound again and didn’t even have enough presence of mind to be embarrassed by it. He wanted to kiss you so bad, he needed to feel the comfort and security of your lips. 

“P-please…kiss me,” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, eyes closing against the onslaught of churning pleasure of your body on his mingling with his body struggling to cope with the pleasure of his last orgasm. 

You pulled back and kissed him immediately, humming soothingly as he hungrily pushed your lips open with his to suck on your tongue. You kissed him again and again, pulling back far too soon and Bucky shamelessly whined in protest, stretching his neck towards you, mindlessly trying to reclaim your mouth. 

“You’re being so good, baby, it’s making me so wet,” you mumbled against his lips, and he shuddered and moaned against your mouth, helpless against the visceral reaction he had to you using dirty words. “Wanna see?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, and Bucky gasped in a mix of arousal and trepidation. Yes, he fucking wanted to see, he fucking loved your pussy, loved watching it, loved seeing it messy and sloppy wet. At the same time, he didn’t know if he could stand anymore now, he was too fucking sensitive, too overstimulated, his cock pulsing along with his pulse where it lay still swollen and spent against his stomach. 

You didn’t wait for him to answer and Bucky watched, breath speeding up, as you raised yourself up and scooted up to straddle his chest. He could feel the wetness between your legs smear against his abs and he downright growled in frustration. It was too much. He wanted to fucking ruin you. Pulling your knees up, you leaned back with one hand on his thigh and splayed yourself out for him, your pussy so close, and yet just out of reach. 

Bucky let out a huffing sound of desperation as he beheld your sopping wet cunt, seeing a tiny trail of his cum still leaking out of you, down over your asshole and pooling on his chest. God it was so fucking hot, and you knew how weak he was against a sight like that, how much he fucking loved to have sweat and cum and spit and slick covering you both. And he knew if he kept watching it, his cock would try and rise again, and he didn’t know if he could survive another attempt at orgasming.

“You see how swollen it is, baby?” you asked, reaching your free hand down and slowly tracing over your pussy lips, circling teasingly around your clit. Bucky licked his lips, imagining he could conjure your sweet, heady taste on his tongue, and nodded, not able to tear his gaze away from his very favorite thing on this earth. “It aches for you baby, it wants you to fuck it again,” you added, watching carefully as Bucky’s mind imploded a little. 

“Oh God, doll, I don’t…I can’t… I… please,” he moaned out between labored breaths, not even knowing what he was babbling about, but completely unable to tear his gaze away from your sweet cunt and the way it clenched as you kept toying with your own clit.

“You want to lick it, baby?” you asked. 

Oh god, yes he wanted it, but fuck, he knew his cock would get hard again if he did. Well, try at least. You knew it too. Wicked little minx, you were strumming him like a well-tuned fiddle. Still, Bucky nodded mindlessly, desperate for you. You cooed at him, dragging a hand through his hair lovingly and scooted closer to push your cunt into his face, and he moaned long and gratefully as you started to grind on his mouth. “Mmmm, just like that, that feels so good, baby,” you said as you undulated, his tongue flicking your clit the way he knew you liked, his mind buzzing with the fulfilling pleasure of eating you out, of giving you pleasure, of tasting the mix of his own taste with yours on his tongue like the most heady aphrodisiac. His cheeks were flush, feverish both from his exertion but now also from the way your praise made him feel all tingly, floating on a cloud. He felt high, drugged out of his mind on pleasure.

He was faintly aware he was continually moaning into your pussy, eyes half-closed and dazed as you got closer and closer to release, bucking your hips. A hand fisted on his hair and his moan turned to a growl. Yes, yes, yes, he kept chanting in his head as you came in his mouth, your cunt pulsing, drenching his chin in more of your juices. His cock throbbed with his sped-up heartbeat, rigid against his stomach as you came and came and came and all Bucky could think was yes, yes, yes…

Bucky was still buzzing away in a cloud of slowly drifting thoughts of you when he faintly registered your weight lifting off his chest, and then he was promptly brought back to reality when a hand wrapped around his cock. He cried out, blurry eyes looking down to see you between his legs again, holding his slightly hard cock in a gentle grasp. He whimpered openly this time as you lowered your mouth to gently lick the underside of his cock, tenderly but firmly coaxing his overworked cock back to rigid hardness. 

“I want one more,” you murmured against the head of his cock before the tip of your tongue gently swiped at his frenulum, and Bucky could only whine low in his throat, completely beyond words, body writhing on the mattress. “You’re so hard, daddy, feels like your cock wants to come again,” you murmured, rising up and gently straddling his hips, fitting his cock between your soggy pussy lips. Your hips started a slow grinding motion and Bucky’s breath started to come out in puffs. He sounded like an angry bull, for christ’s sake, and he melted down into the mattress, eyes glued to the way your cunt slid up and down his cock, teasing and overwhelming him at the same time. 

You raised your hips and placed the head of his cock at your entrance, and Bucky watched in trepidation mixed with helpless arousal as you slowly started sinking down on him. His eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open as his mind blanked out completely from the  pleasure

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 185 }

god is a woman.

yandere!jinwoo sung x fem.reader

warnings: an unedited, 18+ thirst post / drabble.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

anonymous said: This thought came out of my head 😖 Another yandere jinwoo story but smut? Sheeshh 😵‍💫 I don't know if you're willing to try this but it's your choice dear 🤭

you didn’t know how you got into this situation-

“please, just let me claim those sweet lips of yours.”

one moment, your boyfriend of merely three months takes your phone away from your grasps, an almost pleading look seen in his eyes as he hovers over you on the couch. he kept begging for your attention and affections, coming on so strongly that you found it difficult to deny him of what he wanted.

since you were still so in love with him, you relented and welcomed him with open arms, allowing his heavy weight to settle across your form as he greedily takes your lips within his-

and the next-

you were left gasping, remaining completely and utterly bare for him as he rips your clothes to shreds. with the powerful hunter settled between your thighs, you arch your back against the sofa, feeling his flattened tongue trace at your pulsating cunt that had you reeling in response.

jinwoo was relentless, prodding his tongue in and out of your slick walls as he traces at the edges, making you cry out as you gripped at the cushions in response.

“jinwoo… oh jinwoo… i thought it was o-only a kiss- fuck!”

the way his rich chuckle was felt vibrating against your slickness makes you arch your back. with the tip of his tongue remaining glued to your honeyed sweetness, he mutters with a guttural groan, “but i am kissing your sweet lips… your pussy lips are divine…”

you felt the heat travel throughout your skin, clearly not used to his dirty talk as jinwoo proceeded to devour you like a mad man starved. tears began to well within your eyes, and you felt something snap from deep within you when jinwoo introduces his thick, middle finger inside of your wetness. the way he makes a come hither motion with his fingers was enough to bring you over the edge, leaving you gasping as you felt something snap from deep inside of you.

you swore you felt your toes curl and your eyes rolling to the back of your head when the warm juices escape from your core, your moans practically echoing throughout the living room as jinwoo continued to pump his finger in and out of you, eyes filled with a deep and dark affection when he sees the clear fluids running down his thick finger.

yet jinwoo gives you little time to bask in your recent release, hearing the sudden shifting of fabric as he quite literally reveals his cock before shoving his painful erection deep inside of your still pulsating walls. the sudden intrusion of his cock deep inside of your cunt makes your climax all the more powerful, with you trying to milk jinwoo for all he was worth from the way it gripped his dick so tightly.

but not even the vice grip of your gummy walls still caught up in its release was enough to soften jinwoo’s cock. he keeps your body still, hands tightly gripping at your sides before drilling himself into you. the squelching sounds of your connected bodies was enough to make your head spin and breast bounce in tune with his passionate movements.

a dark chuckle was heard coming from jinwoo as he purposely spreads your legs before pounding relentlessly inside of you, mouth already curling against the hardened bud of your nipple before telling you, “you’re mine mine mine mine… all mine to worship and care for.”

in the midst of your throes of passion, you caught a glimpse of jinwoo’s gaze, seeing the obsession and madness shining from deep within them as he proceeds to fuck you into the couch. “you feel so fucking good surrounding me like this… gonna worship you like you deserve… gonna worship you like you’re my only goddess… the only one i believe in- fuck!”

he was unhinged, and you felt your heart twist with fear for the briefest of moments-

only to feel all feelings of that said fear disappear into thin air when he makes you lose count of the times he had made you cum throughout the night-

perhaps god was a woman after all.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[ninibeingdelulu]

heyy can you write something about how would be the first kiss of Levi with one of his scout? i can’t really picture the scene. and can you write something about his first physical contact with her like their first time hugging in a detailed way cause i can’t really see him doing it, thank you so much

Physical contact with him ft. levi ackerman

a/n: im sorry it took so much time, hope you enjoy<3 i changed the story a little, but normally it’s the same.

How your relationship with Levi improves.

At first, Levi is strictly professional with you, treating you just like any other fresh scout recruit under his elite command. He's brusque, aloof and demands perfection in your training drills.

But you can't help being entranced by the captain's fluid, almost hypnotic skill in combat. The way he wields those dual blades is pure lethal elegance in motion.

You find yourself shamelessly staring more than once, only to be met with a withering glare from Levi's steel grey eyes.

Slowly though, he seems to begrudgingly respect your unwavering determination and rapid skill progression under his tutelage.

Levi's piercing gaze lingers fractionally whenever you execute a complicated maneuver flawlessly.

After one sparring bout where you finally managed to disarm him for a split second, the tiniest smirk played at the corner of Levi's lips amidst the sheen of sweat glistening on his chiseled features up close.

Your heart stopped at the brief spark of unmistakable approval flickering in those subdued eyes.

You realize in that crystalline moment of adrenaline just how intoxicatingly attractive Levi is to you.

Not just because of his impressive prowess, but his intensely focused determination and strength of will shining from the shadowed depths.

Before you can spiral further down that dangerous trail of thought, Levi's boot connects squarely with your chest, dropping you hard onto your back with a grunt. "Don't get cocky," is his only terse remark, though his gaze flicks away almost...shyly?

Things remain professionally tense between you two after that spark of mutual acknowledgment.

Until one day, you take a brutal hit while defending Levi's flank out in the field against a horde of Titans.

You're barely conscious, choking on your own blood after being flung against a tree trunk. Then Levi's steel cables are zipping overhead, and his boots slam into the earth directly before your fading vision.

You're vaguely aware of his familiar voice shouting for backup as he hoists you protectively against his broad chest, eyes darting with uncharacteristic panic now.

His trademark bravado has melted completely.

Due to your injuries, Levi spends painstaking days by your bedside while you recover in the infirmary wing.

All prior formalities have been abandoned - he won't leave your side, cradling your hand in his calloused fingers until your eyes finally flutter open.

The way his typically harsh gaze softens infinitesimally tells you everything you need to know - Levi doesn't fear losing subordinates, he fears losing you specifically.

Before either can overthink, he's tugging your face to his desperately and finally fitting your gasping mouths together like twin puzzle pieces.

His kiss is hard, needy and searing with all the unresolved passion Levi's spent weeks fighting internally. It buckles your knees anew as his warm breath mingles with your own in a ragged gasp.

But his iron grip around your waist keeps you anchored flush against the rock-solid planes of his body.

You're the only one privileged enough to peel back the hardened exterior and witness Levi's intensely guarded tenderness, though.

When it's just the two of you cuddled on his tiny cot, his mask slips away with each stroke of your fingers through his raven tresses, each heated caress and murmured reassurance exchanged reverently.

[cs-fox]

FOXHOUND | GHOST X FEM!READER PART 5

@lunarmothim yes. yes that is a very good reason for me to write this

ok this one needs a real cw

cw: smut, virgin reader, almost non-con [reader callsign; Fox, y'all know the drill by now 😂)

part 4

also i aint a smut writer, i apologise in advance

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Before you knew it, you were back in Ghost’s - den, you supposed, in the way a wolf makes a nest and from there, stalks it’s prey before dragging back it’s fresh kill and devouring it.

That’s the only thing you could think of as his hands found their way onto your midsection, gently pushing you back onto the thin mattress of his bedroll before his forehead pressed to yours, hot breath clogging up your lungs.

‘Such a pretty little fox - ’

You gasped underneath him, chest heaving, only able to watch as his hands all but tore off the heavy layers protecting you from the freezing cold, chuckling as he saw the damp spot already forming on the pale cotton of your panties - from the feeling of his cheek pressed to your thigh while he carried you over his shoulder to his den.

‘S’ ready for me, huh, luv?’

Barely a sound could escape from your lips as he drew the thin cloth down to join the cargo pants around your ankles.

Then his head was between your thighs, and now, you could safely say you forgot how to breathe.

His tongue slipped expertly between your slick folds, gathering the fluid into his mouth. The pinkish swell of your rosebud didn’t go unnoticed, as his mouth served attention to that too, gently flicking over the sensitive area in a way that made incoherent (and certainly undignified) whines escape your lips.

Ghost just hummed into your pussy, making you whimper from the vibrations against your already needy centre.

His tongue finally dipped inside, and you clenched so tight that he actually laughed.

‘First time or sm’thin’?’

You shuddered, and to his surprise, you nodded.

Feeling him pause for a split-second, you moaned loudly, far too needily for him to just ignore -

And his tongue pressed even deeper without any more hesitation, in fact - he seemed even more eager to make you fall completely apart, which he was certainly succeeding in.

Fuck…

Maybe you’d let him hunt you more often, if it ended like this.

And that was the last thought you had before your vision went white, the feeling of hot, sticky fluid spilling over your thighs and then being lapped up by Ghost's tongue overwhelming you.

'Good girl,' he mumbled thickly, and you watched in awe as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, swallowing the sweet fluids he'd just so carefully extracted from your body.

'Got any more f' me, huh, sweet'eart?'

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when u start to write a drabble but it's taking up far too much of your headspace

IDK IF I WANT TO FINISH IT YET ??? ANYONE WANT AN EPILOGUE OR SOMETHIN...

[thebigbadbatswife]

OCT 26th - Overstimulation

Pairing - Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Title - On A Mission

Summary - Simon is on a mission to see just how many times he can make you cum.

Warnings - Overstimulation, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Squirting

Word Count - 667

Your thighs clamp against either side of Simon’s head as he continues to assault your pussy. His tongue relentless laps at your engorged and over sensitive clitoris while his fingers continue to pump in and out of your cunt. His calloused finger tips constantly pressing up against that spot deep inside of you that has you close to seeing stars.

You squirm beneath him, unsure if you’re trying to get away or if you’re begging for more. Maybe it’s both. Your fingers are tangled in his dark and slightly overgrown hair and your throat is sore from how you have cried and borderline screamed his name.

He’s been at this all night. From the moment he got home. He dragged you into the bedroom, without so much of a hello, stripped you of your clothes and buried his face between your legs. He hasn’t let up since. His sole mission seems to be to render you completely senseless and unable to walk straight, if at all, from the amount of times he’s made you cum. You’ve already lost count, but you’re almost certain he knows the exact amount, so that he can keep that number in mind the next time he goes down on you.

“Si, please.” You’re not even sure what you’re asking him. Please stop? Please don’t stop? You have no idea. All you are aware of is the feeling of your pelvic muscles tightening as your vision almost turns white and a rush of fluid forces itself from you. 

You collapse against the bed, gasping for air. You have never cum like that before. As you slowly come back round, you finally realise that Simon has stopped his ministrations. You blink and look at him. His mouth and chin is dripping with your squirt and there’s an almost wild look in his deep brown eyes.

Before you know it, he’s draping his body over yours, pushing his cock into your over sensitive and abused cunt. You mewl softly as he gives a gentle roll of his hips, slowly giving you more and more of his cock until he’s seated deep inside of you. 

“C'mon, lovie,” he says softly. “Let me see you do that again.” 

You whine softly as he starts to drill into you. It hurts, but you don’t want him to stop. You want more. Your nails dig into his arms and, once more, each noise he forces from you is louder than the last. Simon pulls away a little, his eyes glued to where your bodies are joined as one. He loves the sight of how your cunt swallows his cock and how you grip him so tightly. Like your body is trying to stop him from pulling out again. You wouldn’t mind if he stayed inside of you forever.

Your orgasm hits you harder and faster than any of your previous ones. Your cunt clamping down onto him as your pussy gushes around him. It only encourages him to fuck you harder. Just as it all starts to become too much, Simon’s moaning your name as he fills your pussy. 

He catches himself before he accidentally crushes you beneath his weight. His lips seek yours and he catches them in a soft and passionate kiss. You moan softly into it, running your fingers through his hair again. 

He pulls away and a soft smile appears on his face as he gazes at you. It sends a warmth blooming through your chest. Fuck, you love this man.

“You did so good for me, lovie,” he says softly. “But you’re alway such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?”

You nod in response, your throat feeling too raw for you to say something right now.

Slowly and carefully, he starts to pull out of you, muttering an apology when you grimace a little at the action. Simon gathers you up in his arms and lifts you from the bed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“C'mon, lovie. Let’s go take a bath.”