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Top Factors to Consider When Replacing Industrial Belts 

Replacing industrial belts is crucial for maintaining the efficiency and safety of machinery. Properly selecting and replacing these belts can prevent downtime and extend the life of equipment. However, choosing the right belt involves considering several factors. Here, we’ll explore the top considerations when replacing industrial belts, focusing on the importance of selecting the right type, quality, and supplier. 

1. Type of Industrial Belts 

The first factor to consider is the type of belt your machinery requires. There are different and unique types of industrial belts available. Each type has specific applications and benefits. For example, industrial V belts are commonly used in applications requiring high-speed rotation and torque. These belts are designed to fit tightly into pulleys, offering efficient power transmission. 

On the other hand, there are variations of V belts used in heavy-duty applications. They are suitable for environments where belts need to withstand high loads and harsh conditions. Understanding the requirements of your machinery will help you choose the correct type of belt. 

2. Material and Quality of the Belt 

The material of the belt is a critical factor in its performance. Most industrial belts are made from rubber, polyurethane, or neoprene. The choice of material impacts the belt’s durability, flexibility, and resistance to wear and tear. For instance, rubber belts offer good flexibility and are suitable for a wide range of applications. Polyurethane belts are known for their high resistance to abrasion and chemicals, making them ideal for demanding environments. 

Quality is equally important. Ensure that you source belts from reputable industrial belt manufacturers India. High-quality belts reduce the frequency of replacements and minimize the risk of equipment failure. Inferior belts may save costs initially but can lead to more significant expenses due to frequent breakdowns and repairs. 

3. Size and Fit 

The size and fit of the industrial vee belts are essential to their proper functioning. A belt that is either too loose or too tight can lead to operational inefficiencies. It may lead to slippage, increased wear, and even machinery damage. Always refer to the manufacturer’s specifications to determine the correct belt size. 

If you’re unsure, consult with industrial belt manufacturers India who can provide guidance on selecting the right belt size for your machinery. A properly fitted belt ensures optimal power transmission and extends the life of both the belt and the machine. 

4. Load Capacity 

Industrial belts must be chosen based on the load they will carry. The load capacity of a belt is determined by its design and material. Overloading a belt can lead to premature failure, resulting in costly downtime. When replacing a belt, consider the maximum load the belt will handle during operation. 

Manufacturers often provide detailed load capacity information for their belts. It’s advisable to select a belt with a load capacity slightly higher than your operational needs to account for any fluctuations in load. 

5. Environmental Conditions 

The operating environment plays a significant role in the performance of industrial belts. Factors like temperature, humidity, and exposure to chemicals can affect the longevity and efficiency of a belt. For example, in high-temperature environments, standard rubber belts may degrade faster, while polyurethane belts may offer better resistance. 

Consider the specific conditions in which the belt will operate. Discuss these conditions with industrial belt manufacturers in India to select a belt material that can withstand your environment. This ensures that the belt will not fail prematurely and will operate efficiently throughout its service life. 

6. Maintenance Requirements 

Regular maintenance is essential for the long-term performance of industrial vee belts. When selecting a new belt, consider its maintenance needs. Some belts may require frequent lubrication or tension adjustments, while others are designed for minimal maintenance. 

Choosing a belt that matches your maintenance capabilities can save time and reduce operational disruptions. Discussing maintenance requirements with industrial belt manufacturers India can also help you make an informed decision. 

7. Cost Considerations 

Cost is always a factor when replacing industrial belts. However, it’s important not to prioritize initial cost savings over quality and durability. A cheaper belt may seem like a good option, but it might require more frequent replacements, leading to higher long-term costs. 

Instead, take into account the total cost of ownership. This may cover the purchase price, maintenance expenses, and the belt’s lifespan. Investing in a high-quality belt from a trusted manufacturer ensures better performance and reliability, which can save money over time. 

8. Supplier Reliability 

The reliability of your supplier is crucial when purchasing industrial belts. Select industrial belt manufacturers India with a proven history of quality and service. Reliable suppliers offer not only high-quality products but also support and guidance in selecting the right belts for your needs. 

Working with a dependable supplier ensures that you receive the belts on time and that any issues can be quickly resolved. 

Conclusion 

Replacing industrial belts requires careful consideration of several factors, including the type, material, size, and load capacity of the belt. It’s also essential to account for environmental conditions, maintenance needs, and the reliability of your supplier. Making informed choices ensures that your machinery operates efficiently and with minimal downtime. 

For high-quality industrial V belts and other types of belts, consider Jigna Sales. Jigna Sales is a leading provider of industrial belts in India, known for their commitment to quality and customer satisfaction. They offer a comprehensive range of products, including industrial V belts, designed to meet the demanding needs of various industries. Jigna Sales manufactures their belts to the highest standards, ensuring durability and reliable performance. Also, they offer expert guidance to help you choose the right belt for your machinery, ensuring optimal efficiency and reduced downtime. With Jigna Sales, you can trust that you're getting top-notch products and excellent service. Visit Jigna Sales to explore their products and find the right belt for your machinery! 

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Timing Pulley Manufacturer - Muratech Eng

Muratech Engineering is one of the largest company for highest-quality timing pulleys and industrial pulley manufacturers based in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India. We manufacturers a various types of gears, such as Industrial V Belt Pulleys, Industrial Chain Sprockets, Taper Lock Bush & QD Bush, Industrial Spur Gears, Helical Gearboxes, Spiral Bevel Gears, Poly V Pulleys, and Worm Reduction Gearboxes. Whether you're in need of precision components for machinery or gearing solutions for various industries. Trust Muratech for reliable, durable, and efficient products designed to meet your industrial needs with excellence. Buy Now: https://www.timingpulley.biz/ or Contact at +919586823032

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Unleashing the Power of Efficiency: Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts

In the dynamic world of industrial machinery and power transmission, selecting the right components is crucial for optimal performance and efficiency. When it comes to V-belts, one name stands out as a beacon of reliability and innovation – Fenner. Among its impressive lineup, the Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts have emerged as the best in class, setting new standards for efficiency, durability, and cost-effectiveness.

Efficiency Redefined:

Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts are engineered with precision to deliver unparalleled efficiency in power transmission. Their advanced design minimizes energy loss, ensuring that your machinery operates at peak efficiency. This not only translates to lower energy consumption but also extends the lifespan of your equipment, contributing to long-term cost savings.

Cutting-edge Materials:

What sets Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts apart is the use of high-quality materials that are meticulously selected to withstand the rigors of industrial applications. These belts are crafted from a special blend of synthetic rubber and high-strength polyester cords, ensuring exceptional durability and resistance to wear and tear. This robust construction not only enhances the belt's longevity but also reduces maintenance requirements, resulting in increased operational uptime.

Environmental Friendliness:

In an era where sustainability is paramount, Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts shine as an environmentally responsible choice. These belts are designed to operate with minimal friction, reducing energy consumption and carbon footprint. The eco-friendly nature of Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts aligns with the growing demand for sustainable solutions in industries, making them an excellent choice for environmentally conscious businesses.

Cost-Effective Solution:

Investing in Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts is a strategic move for businesses looking to optimize their operational costs. The extended lifespan, reduced maintenance needs, and lower energy consumption contribute to a significant decrease in the total cost of ownership. The initial investment in Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts pays off in the long run, making them a cost-effective solution for industries aiming to maximize efficiency without compromising on quality.

Wide Range of Applications:

Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts are versatile, catering to a diverse range of industrial applications. Whether it's manufacturing, agriculture, mining, or any other sector that relies on power transmission, these belts provide a reliable and efficient solution. The adaptability of Fenner Ecodrive V-Belts makes them a go-to choice for industries seeking a one-size-fits-all solution for their power transmission needs.

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𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕖𝕟: 𝔸 ℕ𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤

𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

warnings: pet names, swearing, reader gets cornered on an elevator by a random man, rafe flashes his gun, threats, physical violence against the guy, mirror sex, wall sex, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected p in v, angst, fingering, spanking, praise, finger sucking, cum tasting, rough sex, cream pie, older!rafe

📖 I got the idea for this story after watching Sabrina Carpenter’s Christmas Special! ♥️ The premise is a popstar!reader who wants the attention of her handsome bodyguard, who seemingly has one interest: keeping her safe.

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Reader’s POV:

The stage is shining, the crowd alive with holiday cheer as you belt out the final notes of A Nonsense Christmas. The applause roars around you, their energy washing over you like a wave.

You smile, waving to the audience, but your gaze quickly floats over to the stage's edge as it has been all night… as it had been for weeks when you closed out the final song.

There he is. Rafe Cameron.

He stands tall, commanding, calm, and professional in a suit. His piercing gaze sweeps the room, assessing every face and every movement for threats, but never to you.

You poured every ounce of charm into that performance, thinking it might be enough to catch his eye. A wink here, a playful smile there, all subtle gestures to draw his attention—yet, nothing. His stoic expression doesn’t budge. His demeanor’s like trying to melt a glacier with a single match.

By the time the show’s over, the emptiness gnaws at you. The Netflix special had been perfect, yet you could only focus on how Rafe never even cracked a smile. None of the jokes landed… Not a single song was heard, it seemed. It was like he was listening to white noise.

The wrap party’s filled with people from the industry and familiar celebrity guests from the special. Your manager taps you on the shoulder throughout the night, making it impossible to get away: candid interviews, photos for the press, people vying for a moment of your time.

You float through the crowd in a Bob Mackie dress, dodging your manager as you see her walking toward you again. You smooth out the satin and fluff your hair nervously, searching for him. There he is. Your heart flutters as your eyes match his; your red dress shifts with each step, hugging every curve just right. Compliments come in every direction, yet your focus is drawn to the beautiful man at the bar…

He’s the definition of composure, sipping his water and scanning the room. Since the show, he’s popped a single button at the top of his white button-down shirt. Even that subtlety, just a taste of his tanned skin, sends butterflies swirling in your stomach. He glances away, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass.

Your heart beats faster, knees wobbling in your sky-high heels—a wavering you didn't even have during your performance. Your feet click along the marble floor, each step fueled by courage and desperation. The sound draws his eye to you.

"Hi," you say gently, feeling the heat of embarrassment pool in your cheeks as his jaw flexes. His nostrils flare as he draws a deep breath, looking almost annoyed.

Rafe looks down, his blue eyes locking on yours briefly, making your stomach fall. Your eyes widen, realizing that you don’t even think he’s ever truly done that before—constantly looking through you, around you, at your person, but never into your eyes.

“Ms. l/n,” he greets you, his tone polite but detached. The moment of attention you had has faded and gone.

"Call me y/n," I say, trying to bridge the chasm between you, craving that brief moment you had when his eyes were on you again.

He gives you a slight nod as he glances into the crowd. “What can I do for you?"

"Have a drink with me?" You ask fast, surprised that he even wanted to know, given his body language.

His lips press into two thin lines. “I’m working,” he replies, firm but not unkind. "It was a great show, y/n. You should enjoy the party. I'll be close by if you need me."

You bite your lips, eyes fluttering as he dismisses you before your gaze falls to the floor. The reaction was a cold slap to the face.

“Have a good night,” you whisper fast, giving him a small smile as your pride tatters. You turn around on your heels, your embarrassment weighing heavily on your chest as you push through the crowd, knowing you’re never quite out of his sight, needing to be far enough away that he doesn’t realize how deeply that cut.

By the party's end, you’re exhausted and mentally drained. Reaching for your coat, you head out into the night with your team and Rafe.

It’s a short walk, only a block from the venue to the hotel. Snow falls from the dim, sparkling in the streetlights as it dances to the ground below. You wrap your arms around your waist, holding yourself tight, trying to keep warm, feeling the heat of Rafe’s gaze on you still, just a few feet behind you.

You look over your shoulder, matching his eyes. He doesn’t flinch; his smile doesn’t brighten like yours when you see him. He looks away, turning his attention toward the busy street, surveying the scene as always. You scrunch your nose as heat burns behind your eyes, mortified that you’re letting yourself get so hurt by someone who couldn’t care less about you.

The hotel lobby is still except for the soft hum of Christmas music pouring from the piano. You walk quickly, your head down, desperate to be unaided; the sting of Rafe’s rejection, still piercing.

If he doesn’t want anything to do with me… I want to be alone. It’s clearly what you want. Isn’t it? You seethe as you walk a little faster, wanting to put space between you and everyone else.

“Miss. l/n,” you hear Rafe’s voice echo through the lobby as he moves a little quicker. You step inside the elevator, pressing the close button as your team closes in; Rafe shoves past the lot of them with a horrified look as the elevator door glides shut, closing you off from the rest.

You were so focused on getting yourself alone that you barely noticed the man who followed you in. It wasn't until the doors shut that you heard him shift next to you, looking down at you with a smile.

"Oh, shit… You're y/n, right?" The man asks, his voice far too casual.

"Mhmm," you hum, giving him a small, cautious smile as your hands start to sweat, the hair on the back of your neck standing straight.

"You're even prettier in person," he croons as he steps closer.

“Thanks-”

"How about a drink? Just you and me?"

You cross one leg over the other, stepping to the side as your eyes stay locked on the metal door in front of you. "No, thank you,” you respond as confidently as possible.

He smirks and chuckles darkly, rubbing his hand over his mouth as he turns toward you. "Oh, don't be shy, honey. I saw your concert at Madison Square Garden. I know what kind of woman you are," he mumbles—his breath, warm on your neck. The creep’s thick cologne radiates off his designer suit. He rests his hand on your lower back, drawing you in as the elevator dings.

The door glides open, but Rafe’s already pushing through, his broad chest heaving from sprinting up the stairs.

He looks at you, catching the worry in your eyes, nodding, letting you know you’ll be okay. His eyes lock onto the man, his stare dark and dangerous. “She’s not interested,” Rafe says, his presence lethal as he steps inside, placing himself between you and the stranger as he quickly ushers you out.

Rafe hangs back, stepping toe to toe with the businessman, whose eyes widen. The man chuckles nervously as he raises his trembling hands in mock surrender. “Just making conversation-”

“Don’t,” Rafe growls, his tone cutting with no room for argument as he slams his fist against the “hold” button, locking the door open.

“Hey, man. I don't want any trouble,” the guy croaks.

“This your floor?” Rafe asks. The man shakes his head ‘no’ fast. A smirk tugs on Rafe’s lips as he steps even closer, sweeping his black suit jacket to the side, showing off the handle of his gun, making the blood drain from your face and the man’s. The guy’s eyes lock on Rafe’s weapon, and he stumbles back, grabbing onto the handrail to keep from falling, looking up at your bodyguard in horror. “I asked you a fuckin’ question, bitch,” Rafe voice bellows, making the man cower in fear.

“No… Jesus. Calm the fuck down. I told you I’m not. Alright?” He rambles as he reaches around Rafe, going for the hold button. Rafe grabs the man’s suit jacket, slamming him back, his head ricocheting off the wall.

“Nah, you didn’t say shit. If I catch you on this floor. I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Understand?” The guy nods, but Rafe bangs him against the wall again. “Use your fuckin’ words, man. I’m sure you had plenty to say to her. Ain’t that right?” He asks as he steps even closer, getting in his face. The guy shuts his eyes, turning his cheek in fear.

“I understand,” he mumbles weakly.

Rafe shoves him into the elevator, smacking the hold button before grabbing your hand.

You look over your shoulder, watching the man scramble to the front of the elevator, pushing his finger repeatedly against the buttons.

Rafe’s hand tightens in yours, pulling you past your room and moving deeper into the hall. “You’re coming with me.”

Rafe reaches into his back pocket as his eyes dart around, pulling out his key card. His face, a storm of emotions.

He leads you inside, shutting the door quick before twisting and latching multiple locks. Rafe turns around, his fingers gliding through his hair nervously, pushing it back while his eyes flicker around the room.

“Why am I here?” You ask feebly.

"Because it's safer," he says shortly. “You’re safer with me. You know that!” Rafe raises his voice, quickly pushing out a deep, slow breath as he sees you flinch. “You’re—fuck. I’m sorry. You’re safer with me. Alright?” He walks past you, pulling a bottle of scotch from the wet bar.

Rafe pops off the top, mumbling in annoyance as he pours a drink. His hand trembles, making the glass click against each other. “Drink?” He asks, his voice dry and hoarse, tossing back one before you can respond, draining another in the tumbler as you give him a soft ‘yes.’ He mutters something again in frustration as he pours yours.

“What?” You ask curiously as you step closer.

”I said, ‘What the fuck were you thinking?’” He asks annoyedly as his eyes shift to yours, keeping your focus longer than two seconds.

"Why do you care, Rafe?” You counter before you can even think it through.

His jaw clenches, and he clutches the glasses in his big hands. His grip is so hard you’re waiting for it to pop.

“What do you mean, ‘why do I care?’” He asks, his eyes tightening in disbelief. “It’s my goddamn job to care. Are you fuckin’ serious?”

“It’s your job to keep me safe. It’s not your job to care about me ‘cause if it was, you’d be fuckin’ awful at in.”

"You don’t think I care?” He asks as he steps face to face with you, making your heart race.

“No. I don’t,” you stand firm.

“Do you think I don’t notice you, princess? ‘Cause I fuckin’ do,” he snaps. “Y/n, you’re all I see—every damn second of the day. But I can’t let myself think about you that way. Not when it’s my job to protect you. Not when it’s my job to keep you safe!”

"Why not?" You challenge, your voice shattering with emotion as you look up at him.

“Because if I let myself feel… if I let myself want you the way I do, I'll lose focus. And if I lose focus, you get hurt. And that's somethin’ I can't live with."

"Rafe…” You whisper, seeing the emotion all over his face.

"I see you, sweetheart," he says, his voice cracking. "Every time you smile, sing, and look at me with those eyes like I'm the only one in the room. Do you know how hard it is to pretend I don't feel it? To pretend I don't—"

You close the space between the two of you, stealing the words off his tongue, your lips pressing against his in a passionate kiss. He stands there for a moment, completely frozen, as your hands wrap around the back of his neck. You gasp against his lips as his arms comes around you, yanking your body into his, returning your kiss with a fire that takes the air out of your lungs.

Before you can get your feet underneath you, your back hits the wall—Rafe’s wet kisses stippling over your collarbone, trailing up your neck as his big hands squeeze and caress your curves.

“Rafe,” you moan as you pull him closer, his rich cologne mixing with his crisp drink on his breath, numbing your tongue and making your head spin. “I need you,” you whimper.

“You need me?” He groans hungrily like it’s all he’s ever wanted to hear.

”Please…” You whisper needily. “Do you need me-”

“Yes. Fuck… Of course, I need you,” he rasps as your hand presses against his stiff cock; his bulge is throbbing in his dress pants. He paws for the bottom of your dress, lifting it hastily to get at you.

You moan for him, melting into his touches as his fingers press against your soaked panties. He smiles against your lips between panting breaths, pushing your thong to the side. Your head falls against the wall as his fingers trace your slick folds, drenching his digits—your tongue swirling with his.

“I need you so fuckin’ bad,” he sighs as his fingers draw away; the man quickly fights himself out of his suit jacket as you pinch the zipper of your dress—the two of you stealing kisses as you strip bare.

Rafe dives for your lips again, his rough, ringed hands finding your cheeks, pulling your face to his as he walks you back to his bed.

Before you can reach it, he spins you around, pulling your back to his chest as you reach for a breath. His face nuzzles into your neck, his five-o’clock shadow scratching roughly against your soft skin as he peers out, admiring you in the floor-length mirror.

Your body heats up under his gaze as you watch his hands trace your figure through the glass. His gold watch catches the light as he twists his hand, his fingers disappearing between your thighs, making your head fall back on his broad chest.

Rafe’s rough fingers brush through your soaked pussy as he kisses along your neck, teeth scraping over the shell of your ear. “You don’t think I see you?” He asks, his voice husky and low, sending chills down your spine. “You don’t think I see how fuckin’ perfect you are, princess?” He groans as his other hand cups your tit, kneading your skin as you moan for him.

Rafe licks a line up the column of your neck, biting your skin, marking you with his teeth, making you whimper—your cunt throbbing with need.

He swirls his fingers over your puffy clit, pulling out moan after moan from your pillowy lips, your legs shaky and weak from his touch. “You don’t think I look at you and imagine what you look like when you cum?” He asks, the corners of his lips curling upwards at his words. “You don’t think I don’t think about how beautiful you’d look taking my dick, baby?” Rafe lifts his hand, turning your face so your lips find him again. “Never thought you’d be this wet, y/n. All for me…”

“All for you,” you echo through a breathy sigh as your lips brush over the top of his.

“I’m going to keep you safe. I’m going to take care of you,” he mumbles as he pushes two thick fingers in your soaked cunt, pumping them a few times as you grab his forearm for support, nails clawing into his skin. “Bend over for me, pretty.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you whisper.

Rafe sucks off your bottom lip before pulling back, guiding you to bend over in front of the mirror. You rest your hand on the edge, watching as he takes his fingers between his lips, sucking your taste off, letting his eyes roll back as his other hand squeezes your hip.

His hand falls lower, his lip bitten as he grabs his cock in his fist, gliding through your drenched slit before sinking in with a rough thrust. Your wide eyes match his before they roll back—Rafe’s fat cock stretching you wide.

He takes his time, letting you adjust to his size. His biceps flex as he pulls you as close as he can get, making you shudder and whine; your manicured fingers wrap around the mirror’s frame so hard your knuckles ghost white.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes.

Rafe’s toned hips pull back before he shoves them forward, eyes locked on your body, watching the way your breasts bounce with each thrust.

Your messy pussy wets his balls, dripping ever so slightly onto the hardwood floor. “Goddamn, baby,” Rafe hums, seeing it too, the two of you listening to the sounds of your slick cunt squelch as his thrusts crescendo.

“Feels so good,” you whine, arching your back, body clenching as his throbbing tip hits your g-spot again and again.

”Feels good? Fuck, princess. You like that?” He asks as his arm snakes around your hip, fingers finding your clit, swirling fast. Rafe shifts a little nearer, pushing you closer to the glass, your warm breath fogging up the mirror with each panting breath.

”I’m close…” You whine, making him groan. He pistons his hips into you, fingers dancing on your clit as your body comes undone, pussy pulsing around his thick length as he pounds you through your orgasm.

Rafe doesn’t stop fucking you through it, grabbing your shoulders, pulling you back, coaching you to bounce your ass back on his cock; your warm wet pussy meeting him thrust for thrust.

Rafe tugs you back to his heaving chest, pounding into you from behind as his strong arm wraps around your throat, the other dressing around your waist, holding you tight.

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispers against your neck with his eyes locked on you. “Wanna watch my pretty girl get off on my cock again.”

Your eyes roll back at his filthy words, teeth driving into his bicep, dampening your cries of pleasure; heavy eyes locked on his as you cum again. Rafe’s climax claims him as well, squeezing you tight as you ride out your pleasure together.

You gasp as he pulls out far too fast, the two of you looking in the mirror as his throbbing cock pulses between your thighs. You whimper as Rafe’s thick load drips out of your fluttering hole, landing his dick. “Look at that, huh?” He rasps before shoving himself in again, making your eyes pinch shut. “You’re even prettier when I drippin’ out of you, princess.”

He kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment as you giggle dizzily. “Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh in bliss, letting your body relax in his.

“Yeah? Felt good, baby?” He mumbles before kissing you tenderly.

“So fucking good,” you whisper.

The two of you walk to the shower—Rafe’s hand never leaving yours. He lifts you onto the counter as the water warms, slotting himself between your thighs, tilting into the counter as he smiles sweetly at you.

Your eyes rest on his… The most beautiful blue, and unlike before, his attention never leaves. You cup his cheeks in your hands, brushing his stubble gently before you move in for a kiss.

Rafe pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours, breathing softly with you. “Princess…” He hums, his voice soft and serious.

“Yes, baby…”

Rafe smiles as that name leaves your lips, taking a laborious breath before continuing. “I’ll keep you safe in public, no matter what… That’s my job.”

”I know,” you whisper.

“I’ll do everything I’ve gotta do... But in private, we can take care of each other. That’s what I can offer you. It’s not perfect, but it’s real. And I’m hoping you’ll say ‘yes’.”

A slow smile spreads on your lips, the pressure lifting off your chest. “I guess I can live with that,” you whisper as your heart races with excitement. “But I’m warnin’ you, I’m needy. You might have to deal with me demanding your attention all the time,” you tease. Rafe chuckles warmly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you to the counter's edge.

“Sweetheart, you have my attention. Every second. Of every day. Whether you think I’m watchin’ or not…” You lift your chin up, meeting his lips, feeling him smile against yours. “But, I’m lookin’ forward to moments like this the most.”

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Industrial V Belts Market: Technological Advancements, Growth Potential & Forecast 2022 to 2032

In 2022, the industrial V belts market is anticipated to be worth US$1,240.8 million. The global Industrial V Belt market is being driven by the development of energy-efficient belts. APAC will be responsible for 40% of market growth during the anticipated period. The two most significant markets in APAC for industrial v-belts are China and Japan. Vendors of variable speed belts in the Asia Pacific region will have fantastic opportunities as the region’s markets are predicted to expand quickly.

These belts use cutting-edge, efficient technologies to conserve energy. The total sales of Industrial V Belts are anticipated to reach approximately US$ 1,700.2 Million by the end of 2032, growing at a strong CAGR of 3.2% between 2022 and 2032.

They do, however, have a significantly different shape than the standard V-belt, which has a narrower thickness and a noticeably wider width. Variable speed belts used in drive applications in machinery with varying drive ratios dominate the global Industrial V Belt market.

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Industrial V belts are used in agricultural, industrial, and other applications where the speed of a machine drive changes in response to shifting loads. Adjustable speed belts are used in machines with infinitely variable drive ratios. They are also classified as a V-belt family member.

Alternative products pose a serious threat to the global expansion of the industrial V-belt market. Industrial V-belt vendors face challenges due to the accessibility of alternative technologies.

Technology has changed the market, particularly in terms of extending the lifespan and improving the effectiveness of belt drives. Due to long-standing user requirements, vendors are limited in their ability to innovate new products as a result of the market’s maturity. Although belt drives dominate the market, expanding advances and improvements in alternative power transmission technologies continue to pose hurdles to the market’s growth.

How Will Growth Unfold in the North America Industrial V Belt Market:

Automation adoption in heavy industry and heavy-duty machinery is driving the growth of the global industrial V-belts market. The North American automated material handling machinery market is expected to grow at a 7.2% CAGR over the forecast years.

The automated and semi-automated material handling industry in North America is expected to grow rapidly over the forecasted timeframe. The industry in the United States will be driven by food and beverage applications, as well as machine tool applications. North American markets are expected to expand rapidly, creating enormous opportunities for variable speed belt vendors in this region. North America accounts for 25% of the global industrial V-belt market.

Competitive Analysis:

These key Industrial V Belt providers are adopting various strategies such as new product launches and approvals, partnerships, collaborations, acquisitions, mergers, etc. to increase their sales and gain a competitive edge in the global Industrial V Belt market. For instance,

ContiTech AG introduced CONTI®V MULTIBELT POWER V-belts with a low-stretch aramid tensile member and an advanced compound for excellent power transfer under extreme loads, in November 2019.

Gates Super HC belts, which were introduced in June 2020 by Gates Corporation, are available in 3V, 5V, and 8V cross-sections. It has FLEXIBLE CONSTRUCTION FOR ADAPTABLE USE.

In July 2021, Optibelt GmbH introduced Optibelt DK, which are dual-sided v-belts for multiple pulleys, clutching drive, and serpentine implementations. Its quality and engineered construction guarantee superior durability and efficiency.

SKF released a wide range of high-performance SKF Wrapped Wedge and Classical V-Belts in September 2021. SKF offers a comprehensive line of V-belts for use in a variety of industries.

For More Information on this Report @ https://www.futuremarketinsights.com/reports/industrial-variable-speed-belts-market

Key Segments of Industrial V Belt Industry Survey

By Type:

Narrow Type

Wide Type

By Application:

Automotive

Construction

Packaging

Oil & Gas

Others

By Region:

North America Industrial V Belt Market

Latin America Industrial V Belt Market

Europe Industrial V Belt Market

Asia Pacific Industrial V Belt Market

Middle East & Africa Industrial V Belt Market

[umaeng]

Benefits of Using Keyless Bushings in Power Transmission Systems

Keyless bushings, also known as friction-lock bushings or locking devices, are mechanical components used for fastening rotating shafts to other components without the need for keyways, key stock, or set screws. They provide a secure and backlash-free connection, allowing for easy installation, removal, and repositioning of the shaft. Keyless bushings in Gujarat offer numerous advantages. They simplify the assembly process by eliminating the need for complex machining, such as creating keyways or fitting keys.

Keyless bushings offer several benefits when used in power transmission systems. Here are the key advantages of using keyless bushings in such applications:

Easy Installation and Removal:

One of the primary benefits of keyless bushings is their ease of installation and removal. Unlike traditional keyed connections that require precise machining of keyways and key slots, keyless bushings can be quickly mounted on the shaft without the need for additional machining. They eliminate the need for complex assembly processes, saving time and reducing installation costs.

Improved Shaft Flexibility:

Keyless bushings allow for greater shaft flexibility and versatility. They can be positioned at any axial location along the shaft, providing flexibility in component placement and assembly. This feature is particularly advantageous when dealing with tight spaces or when adjustments to the shaft position are required.

Increased Torque Transmission:

Keyless bushings provide a strong and reliable connection between the shaft and the component. The frictional clamping mechanism generates a high clamping force, enabling efficient torque transmission. This feature is crucial in power transmission systems where accurate and reliable torque transfer is essential for optimal performance.

Reduced Downtime and Maintenance Costs:

Keyless bushings simplify maintenance and repair tasks. They allow for quick and easy removal of components mounted on the shaft, facilitating efficient equipment inspection, repair, or replacement. This reduces downtime and associated maintenance costs, as the need for time-consuming disassembly and reassembly is minimized.

Backlash-Free Operation:

Keyless bushings offer a backlash-free connection between the shaft and the component. The absence of backlash improves system accuracy, minimizes vibration, and reduces the risk of component damage. It ensures smooth and precise power transmission, particularly in applications that require precise positioning and synchronization.

Improved Alignment and Runout Control:

Keyless bushings provide excellent alignment control, ensuring accurate shaft positioning. The concentric clamping force exerted by the bushing helps maintain proper alignment and minimizes runout, resulting in smoother operation and reduced wear on connected components. It is particularly beneficial in applications where alignment is critical, such as high-speed machinery.

Wide Range of Application Compatibility:

Keyless bushings are versatile and can be used in various power transmission systems. They are compatible with different shaft sizes and materials, making them suitable for a wide range of applications, including motors, pumps, conveyors, gearboxes, and other rotating machinery.

Cost and Space Savings:

Keyless bushings eliminate the need for additional keyways, key stock, and set screws. This reduces material and machining costs associated with traditional keyed connections. Furthermore, keyless bushings occupy less space on the shaft compared to keyed connections, allowing for compact and efficient system designs.

By utilizing keyless bushings in power transmission systems, V belt pulley manufacturer in Ahmedabad and equipment operators can benefit from simplified installation and maintenance procedures, improved performance and reliability, reduced downtime, and cost savings. These advantages make keyless bushings an attractive choice for a wide range of power transmission applications.

Established in 2007, UMA Engineering is a leading manufacturer and supplier of a diverse range of machinery parts. Our extensive product line includes timing pulleys, V belt pulleys, taper bushes, keyless bushes, chain sprockets, industrial gears, joint timing belt clamp and more. With a strong commitment to excellence, we have established ourselves as a prominent player in this highly competitive industry.

[tojipie]

welcome home <3

he’s unboxed ! who cheered. by far one of my most requested fics of all time. started this series 6 months ago and it remains one of my favs :,) this is by no means the end though ! i haven’t been writing any of the additions to this series in “order” and i am still 100% open to writing about his life inside/after prison lol. thank u to all the lovely ppl that have been showing love to these since april mwah mwah mwah mwah

as always, prison bf toji series linked here <3

content: (incarceration, fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, p in v smut, pining, road head, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk, multiple rounds)

“just step through here and—yep,” the guard waves his security want across your outstretched arms, clearing you to take your belongings from the conveyor belt.

you’d done this dance a hundred times over the past seven years, driving up to the district penitentiary twice a week to see your boyfriend—now fiancé.

toji told you he didn’t have it in him to wait, popping the question during a conjugal visit a month ago. 

the man had known he’d wanted to marry you even before he got locked up. the feeling was mutual, but unspoken, always hanging in the air between the two of you.

you on the other hand had known you wanted to marry toji the moment he whispered his first “i love you,” said to you through the crackly speaker of a burner phone on a night when neither of you knew if he’d be coming home or not.

you make a beeline for the release wing, breaking into a subtle jog without drawing too much attention to yourself. the bouquet of green flowers you’d bought at the grocery store jostles in your purse, leaving a breadcrumb trail of stray petals.

there, around a bend and down the corridor stands the man of your dreams, flanked by officers and personnel at the front desk. 

metal cuffs clack together as the man reaches to accept a clipboard from the release agent, skillfully uncapping the pen with his teeth to fill out the means for his freedom.

he looks up a split second before you speak, dropping the clipboard with an audible clatter. toji tears down the corridor with a look that speaks of relief beyond words.

“toji!” you yell, sprinting to the inmate with outstretched arms. you nearly trip over your own feet with how quick you barrel towards him.

warm bodies clash together at last, squeezing, cradling, and caressing every inch of each other at last. his law enforcement entourage watches from afar, some smiling, others annoyed.

you’re lifted clean off the ground as strong, tattooed arms slip over your head and around your body. thick fingers work their way into your hair, cradling your head to his shoulder. 

actions speak louder than words, you know that much from how quickly he buckles, dropping to his knees with your body still wrapped around his. 

toji smells different every time you come to visit. there were days when the tang of blood stuck to his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, a telling sign of his short temper. 

other days he’d smell like the earth, soil from the rec field permeating his already brown garments after his morning run.

once in a while, you’d catch hints of industrial paint and car exhaust, a smell built up from hours of making license plates for pocket change from the state. “pennies,” he’d tell you, “that’s all we fucking get in here.”

today, toji smells like himself. like the man you fell in love with 7 years ago in the passenger seat of a BMW, gazing into green eyes while gentle hands brushed the hair from your face. 

you almost think he’s laughing until warm tears trickle through the porous fabric of your shirt. 

strong shoulders quiver as quiet sobs rack his body, you rub his back in small circles, unable to pull away with how tight he’s holding you against his chest.

“i love you,” the inmate whimpers, wiping hot tears with his sleeve. he pulls back to press your lips together, mumbling nonsense in between kisses.

“pretty girl—m’ sorry— missed you,” his hands shake as they curl into the fabric at your waist.

you’d seen him cry exactly twice in his life. the first being the night he’d opened up to you in full for the first time, quietly relaying stories of neglect and abuse from his childhood while you kissed tears from his cheeks.

the second was well, the day he went away.

to see him break down like this so openly was devastating. he hated being emotional, told you it was humiliating. you’re sure he felt more than vulnerable, the leader of the city’s biggest drug ring, crumpled on the floor of a prison hallway 

“it’s okay baby,” you tell him, still rubbing circles into his skin.

to touch him like this, at last, was unlike anything the two of you had been allowed to experience for the past 7 years. this wasn’t your two legally allowed hugs at the beginning and end of your visits, or a quick fuck in a storage closet.

this was love. to hold and be held in front of law enforcement personnel without threat of being reprimanded. this was the first time you had been allowed to feel him under the tips of your fingers with an audience, publicly declaring your claim on each other without fear. 

you never blamed toji for what had happened, as angry as you were that first year. he blamed himself enough for the both of you really. 

you’d come to learn over the years that it had already been too late for him to get out of his line of work way before you’d found each other, a cycle he couldn’t break.

prison was always a possibility, inevitable even. that’s just how it was.

you slowly gather your purse off the ground, cellophane-wrapped flowers coming into view. 

“for me?” he laughs, slightly embarrassed. dark green carnations, just like his eyes. 

“who else?” you tease, watching the distress melt from his face.

you share a look briefly, yours saying you’re safe with me. his saying i know.

the soft clicks of black work boots pull you from your thoughts, a female officer in tow.

“you guys ready to get started?” she asks softly, shooting you a sympathetic look.

toji stands with a chuckle, not letting you respond. silver cuffs dig into the meat of your thighs as you’re carried back to the group.

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

half an hour of paperwork for his freedom. that’s what you give the prison in exchange for his belongings and dignity. 

the waiting room is quiet, sterile air filtering through dated vents. calloused fingers rub over your ankle, legs propped up in his lap.

“feels like a hospital in here,” he mumbles, trying to cut through the silence.

the cuffs are gone, thank god. though you’re more than unhappy with the marks they left on his wrists. toji doesn’t seem to mind, used to almost a decade of this treatment.

the release desk worker slides you two a yellow bag under the glass divider once you finish your task, pointing you in the direction of the bathrooms in case toji wanted to change. 

the inmate—no, ex-inmate you remind yourself— hands you the bag with a disinterested look. 

he doesn’t want to remember, you realize. too scared to wear the suit he had on the day the world took you from him. you quickly trash the old clothes and hold out your shoulder bag to him, fresh clothes neatly folded inside. 

“always prepared huh?” toji smiles, grateful at the gesture. “haven’t changed a bit.”

you wait a couple of minutes outside the single-stall bathroom, physically picking your jaw up off the floor when he emerges.

to say that his old shirt fit would be... egregiously wrong. blasphemous even.

toji’s shirt doesn’t just “not fit”, it’s bursting at the seams as it struggles to accommodate his hulking form, stretching over plains of corded muscle like a rubber band pulled too tight. 

seeing him so often had likely gotten your brain used to the change, preventing you from realizing how fucking big your fiancé had gotten. truly.

the black garment is so tight against his body that it’s practically a second skin. you make note of the way it molds into the dips and curves of his abs, mentally reminding yourself to get him to wear it for you later. 

you suppose the change makes sense. if toji wasn’t with you on a day visit he was always in his cell, sticking to a strict workout regimen to take his mind off things. still, you rack your brain trying to pinpoint how and when such a massive transformation slipped your mind.

a tattooed hand snaps you out of your trance, cradling your cheek.

“you focused?” your fiancé teases, rubbing circles into your jaw with his thumb.

“i think that thing’s gonna explode if you move,” you swat his hand away. 

“would you rather i take it off to be safe?” he asks, jutting a thumb behind him at the waiting room desk.

the workers make no attempt to hide their oggling, faces pressed against the glass barrier separating your party from theirs.

“no— god keep it on,” you mutter, shooting them a nasty look.

“you and your girlfriend ready to go fushiguro?” an officer says, holding the door open for the both of you. toji squats down momentarily to get a grip on your thighs, folding you over his shoulder to carry you fireman style.

“wife,” he corrects, shouldering past the guard and trudging down the corridor with calculated steps.

the coos that ring out from the help desk are humiliating.

waxed tile fades into worn concrete as the two of you pass the threshold into the prison parking lot, your soon-to-be-husband muttering a curt “go fuck yourselves” to the officers who’d wished him good luck on his way out the door.

you’re proud of him for holding his tongue, in a way. knowing toji and his temper there were a hundred more creative and undoubtedly gruesome things he could have said to the personnel who’d kept him locked up for the better half of a decade. 

the world flips right side up again as you’re gently placed on your feet in front of the car. 

toji raises his head to the sky, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

“s’ nice,” he mumbles, reaching to intertwine your hands. “felt the sun during rev time but.. not like this.”

you hum, rubbing your thumb over tattooed knuckles. 

“get ready to experience a lot more sun then,” you giggle. “wanna have a look at the car?” the question is more of a rhetorical one at this point considering he’s already running his hand over the hood with a whistle.

“haven’t seen this baby in a while,” he smiles, internally gushing at your choice to welcome him to the world in the car he used to drive you home the night you met. your fiancé doesn’t have to say thank you, you know how grateful he is from his smile alone.

he falters for a bit, looking like a newborn fawn with how careful his steps are as he circles the vehicle. you figure wearing proper shoes instead of rubber slides must feel at least a little abnormal after 7 long years. 

“alright,” toji states, rolling his shoulders in his too-tight top. “fuck are we waiting for, i wanna go home.”

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you pay no mind to toji the first time he turns to look at you, opening his mouth to say something before slumping back into his seat with a frustrated sigh.

the fourth time it happens, you speak up.

“what are you doing?” you laugh, eyeing him from the driver's seat

“getting rubbed to death by my fucking zipper,” he mutters, repositioning his lower half to take the pressure off his cock. his frustration isn’t aimed at you in the slightest, all blame placed on his bottoms.

oh.. oh.

the whirlwind of emotions toji had gone through in the past 3 hours alone had taken a toll on his mind and body. but tasting the first morsels of freedom with you, alone in a car that smelled like you? you’d be worried if he wasn’t hard.

you had no problem helping his little problem go away, the question was how soon.

the idea that piques on you is absolutely shameful, you’re not even sure where it came from but you don’t have it in you to care. 

you know this road, you’ve used it a thousand times to make the trip up to the penitentiary. judging by how long you’d been driving you’d say there was about 10 minutes left before ruler-straight tar merged into the twists and turns of the suburbs.

“when did your license expire?” you ask, cautiously peering in the rearview mirror. good, no cars.

“3 years ago,” he laughs, “why?”

fuck it, you think.

“you still remember how to steer?” 

“course i d— oh.”

it finally dawns on him. you smile, shooting him a look that says “want to?”

you’re sure you have your answer judging by how quick he shucks his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines.

“oh fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open as your mouth presses against his base. 

your fiancé steers while your head bobs just beneath the dash, one hand on the wheel and the other placed firmly at the crown of your head, guiding you up and down the shaft.

your throat flexes around the intrusion, fighting the hulking feeling of his length mercilessly fucking into your mouth.

“fuck, perfect girl— my girl,” he shudders, hips moving to buck into your slick throat.

“gonna cum, gonna— shit,”

fingers kissed in dark ink massage your throat softly, urging you to swallow the hot load coating every inch of your mouth. you flutter around his length, pulling back to clean him off with your tongue.

“fucks gotten into you, pretty girl?” he whispers, so out of breath you barely hear him. 

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you barely make it up the steps of the house before you’re shoved against the door, tattooed hands groping up and down your body with fervor.

“keys,” he says against your lips, “keys—fuck, now,” his voice is hoarser this time, desperation clear.

you whip around to jam the item into the lock, not unaware of the rock-hard dick grinding into your jean-clad ass from behind.

you’re being carried to the couch before you even step off the doormat, a stray throw blanket cushioning your fall as you’re pressed into squeaky leather. 

“won’t be gentle,” toji groans, ripping your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion.” can’t right now.”

“don’t be.” you say, rucking his shirt off his body surprisingly quick. “wouldn’t want you to.”

you needed him, needed toji to have his way with you. to christen your home round after round until you couldn’t feel where his body and yours ended.

when it came down to it, you suppose 

he smiles at the crude admission, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds.

“filthy,” he mutters, said almost lovingly. toji grips his base and sinks to the hilt with a sharp groan, shuddering at the heat of your walls.

the stretch is delicious, filling you from every angle and pressing right against that special spot. you’re surprised at how easily he slams in, though you’re embarrassed to admit it was entirely because of how soaked you were. 

toji immediately pulls back with a flick of his hips, pistoning into you like his life depends on it. 

he hasn’t changed, you think. still so incredibly in tune with your body, skills that would put a pornstar to shame.

this was better than some quick closeted fuck under the cover of night after slipping a guard a rubber band of cash. this was primal, filthy. two bodies writhing against each other, the only goal being complete and utter pleasure. 

toji makes no effort to shush you like he would if you were sneaking around, basking in your sighs and whines like water from a stream.

“missed this,” he says, licking a long, wet stripe from your sternum to your pulse. “missed you, missed having you every day.”

“you’ll have me forever,” you moan, sucking a purple bruise into the tattooed skin of his throat.

thick fingers thread into your hair to hold you to his neck, silently commanding you to bite down.

and so you do. you bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, licking over pink teeth marks as his thrusts reach their maximum speed.

the pleasure you feel is blinding. stars explode behind your vision while the curve of his cock hits that heavenly spot in you just right. over, and over, and over.

your climax sneaks up on you before you can think, ripping a wail from the depths of your chest. toji’s thrusts falter to a halt as you lock down on him, pleasantly caught off guard by the vice grip you have around him.

“oh my g— holy shit,” he groans, mouth hanging open. dark brows furrow it to a look of pure pleasure, emerald eyes squeezing tight.

“keep going,” you mumble, scratching rivets down the skin of his back. “just keep fucking me please don’t stop please pl—”

“yeah? keep going?” he teases, groping at the swell of your breast. “greedy huh?”

you did want more, that was the thing. you just came the hardest you ever had in years but you’d be damned if he didn’t keep giving it to you.

brutal thrusts shake the frame of the couch. your bodies meld like they were made for each other, sharing pleasure in the comfort that came with the knowledge that the both of you intended to fuck until you physically couldn’t anymore.

“gonna come,” your fiancé pants, mouthing at the curve of one of your breasts. blunt teeth brush over the bud of your nipple, sending shockwaves down your spine

“inside, fuck—please,” you’re practically shaking.

“inside?” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like gold. “you want my seed? huh?” 

you nod, clutching to his naked back as he ruts into you, deeper than ever. strong hands grip the back of your thighs practically folding you in half, opening you up in ways you thought to be impossible.

hot release fills you up for the second time that day, shrouding your lower half in a blanket of warmth.

you sigh, low and satiated at the feeling inside of you, pulling toji to your chest when he collapses on top of you.

“we should probably..” toji trails off, completely out of breath. “should probably head upstairs.” he heaves, chest swelling with deep gulps of air.

“or we could go another round?” you mumble, throwing the question out there. 

“shit, yeah.. probably should right?” he chuckles

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[valkyriexo]

I Volunteer | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³summary : Chan comes home angry and frustrated and needs some release.

ᑉ³genre; Smut MDNI

ᑉ³warnings; dirty talk, swearing, use of 'slut', 'whore', 'Good girl' , Degrading, P in V, Rough sex , Frustrated sex, degradation kink ,daddy kink, teasing, overstimulation, fingering , oral (m. and f. receiving) hair pulling, begging, edging, Aftercare, Smut. SMUTTT minors do NOT interact

ᑉ³Authors Note; Thank you for 500 followers 🥹. In honor, here's my first ever smut. If it sucks dont tell me lmao

Chan trudged through the door, his steps heavy with exhaustion and frustration. The dim light of dusk filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. He tossed his bag on the floor with a thud, the weight of the day's failures weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Chan was used to the demands of the music industry. But today had been particularly rough. Hours spent in the studio, pouring his heart and soul into producing music, only to hit one creative roadblock after another. The melodies that usually flowed effortlessly seemed to elude him, and each attempt at perfection only ended in disappointment.

He slumped onto the bed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The silence of the apartment was suffocating, broken only by the distant sounds of traffic outside. Chan closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him.

But then he heard it—the soft creak of the door opening. His eyes snapped open, and there you stood, concern etched across your face as you took in his tired form.

"Chan, baby? Are you okay?" you asked softly, crossing the room to sit beside him.

He tried to force a smile, but it faltered before it could fully form. "Just.. a long day," he murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

You reached out, your hand finding his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Chan hesitated, the words caught in his throat. Chan sighed heavily, the weight of the day pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. Without a word, he lifted his hands to cover his face, fingers rubbing at his temples as if trying to massage away the tension that had settled there.

You watched him, your heart aching at the sight of his distress. You wanted nothing more than to take all the pain and frustration away, to bear it for him so that he could find some semblance of peace. You knew there were days like this, days when Chan came home worn out and overwhelmed.

On those days, he often didn’t want to talk about what was wrong. It wasn't that he didn’t trust you or want to confide in you; it was just his way of coping. You had learned to read the silent signals—the way his shoulders slumped, the faraway look in his eyes, the heavy sighs that punctuated the quiet.

Tonight was one of those nights.

"Darling, why don't you let me help you forget about your day?" You purred, placing your hand on his chest, and slowly beginning to drag it down his body as you got into position. You knelt before him, the anticipation building between you.

The warmth of your touch seemed to seep through the fabric of his shirt, and Chan's hands slowly fell from his face, revealing eyes that were tired and weary. You place both of your hands on his legs and slowly began to push them apart, allowing yourself to slide in between.

"Baby…" Chan said, placing his hand on top of yours, almost as if to stop you, but you could tell he didn't really want to. His fingers lingered, trembling slightly. You could see the conflict in his eyes—the need for comfort battling with the instinct to shield you from his burdens.

"Shh... let me help you," you replied softly, as you began to unbuckle his belt, your eyes never leaving his. "I want to make you feel good, baby. You deserve it." you cooed, your fingers deftly undoing his pants. 

Chan groaned as you palmed him through his boxers. You could feel him getting harder under your hands.

"Y-you don't have to, baby" He said through his moans. You slowly pulled down his boxers, his erection springing free. "I can do-" You leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to his pink tip, shutting him up.

You continued by placing a trail of kisses down his cock, keeping eye contact with him. You licked your way back up to the tip and took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting his pre-cum as it seeped from the top.

Chan couldn't help but throw his head back and lean further onto the bed. You continued to suck him, bobbing your head up and down relentlessly. Chan's breath caught in his throat as his ears began to turn a shade of red. You bobbed your head up and down, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. Chan moaned loudly, his hips bucking involuntarily. You took him deeper into your mouth and sucking harder than before. You reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in your fingers as you continued to pleasure him.

"Fuck, Y/N," Chan moaned, his hands slowly making its way to your hair. "That feels so good." You responded with a low growl, taking him even deeper into your throat, his tip kissing the back of your throat.

Chan's hips slowly lifted off the bed to meet the bobs of your head, low groans slipping past his lips as you increased your pace, your lips locked around his shaft. You choked slightly around his cock, tears pricking your eyes as his tip hit the back of your throat continuously. He whined for more, almost sobbing when you completely removed yourself from around him, removing your lips from him with a pop.

You lick your way up his cock, once again paying extra attention to his swollen tip. Before you could react, Chan's strong hands were on your face, tilting your head back. His gaze locked onto yours, he began to thrust his hips forward, his thick, hard cock pressing against your lips. You parted them slightly, allowing him to slide inside.

He couldn't take it anymore. He began to fuck your mouth roughly, his cock sliding in and out of your throat with each thrust. "Fuck, you're so good at this," Chan growled, his hips moving faster. "You like that, don't you? You love having my cock in your mouth." You gagged from the force.

"That's it, baby," Chan moaned, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all in." You could feel the saliva dripping down your chin, but you didn't care - the only thing that mattered was pleasing Chan.

"I'm go-gonna.... fuck.. gonna cum." he said, his thrusts beginning to slow down.

"Yeah? Cum for me, baby," you encouraged, your voice muffled by Chan's cock. You felt Chan's cock twitch in your mouth, his cum spurting into your throat. You swallowed, your eyes never leaving Chan's as you milked him for every last drop. 

He pulled his cock out, and you pressed your thumb down onto his dripping red tip.

"Get up," he said, his eyes now full of lust. It was as if a switch had been flipped, his demeanor completely different from before. His anger ebbed away, replaced by a different kind of fervor. Lust, raw and primal, coursed through his veins, igniting a fire within him that demanded more release. He closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up emotion into it.

Chan's hands began to roam over your body, teasing and caressing you. You helped him by removing your shirt and pants. You stood before him in nothing but your lacy underwear, feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated. Chan's eyes roamed over your body, a look of pure lust on his face. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Encouraged by his words, you reached out and took off his shirt, eager to feel his muscular body against yours. Chan pushed you onto the bed and kissed you again, now hovering above you.

Chan's hands moved to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them gently. You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch. "You like that, baby, don't you?" he growled, his fingers rolling your nipples.

"Y-Yes. " You say, trying your best to form the words you needed. With that, his mouth found your nipple, and he began to suck and nibble on it. You moaned softly, your hands tangling in his hair as he teased and aroused you with his tongue. As you writhed in pleasure, Chan's hand moved between your legs, his fingers gently rubbing your pussy through the fabric. You moaned louder, your hips bucking against his hand as he played.

With a groan, Chan tore your panties away, exposing your wet pussy to his eager gaze. 

"You're so wet for me, baby," he growled, his fingers sliding between your folds to find your clit. You cried out as he began to rub it in slow, teasing circles, his other hand gently massaging my breasts. You could feel your orgasm building, your body trembling with desire. "Please," you begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please. Chan"

"Wrong name. Try again" he replied sticking two fingers into you.

"Fuck... Please… please daddy," You cry out. "Fuck me.... please. I need you" you say, whining to his touch.

Chan chuckled, a low, seductive sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Such a slut.. Look at you.. All needy for my cock." He licked his lips. "Such a slut arent you?"

"Yes.. Yes I'm- I'm a slut," you say writhing from his fingers going faster in you.

"And what do sluts do?" His voice is low and deep. The sensation of his breath against your skin makes your heartbeat quicken. The scent of his cologne mingles with the tantalizing warmth of his breath, creating an intoxicating blend that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

"T-They cum." you say feeling that familar tightness in your core.

"Good girl…..I want to taste you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. With that, he dipped his head between your legs, his tongue finding your clit as his fingers plunged deeper into your pussy. You cried out, your body writhing in pleasure as he expertly licked and fingered you. 

"Are you going to be a good whore and cum for me?"

You couldnt form the words to respond to him. He hummed against your clit as your fingers tangled themselves into his hair. His tongue teased your tight hole as you reached your orgasm and your cum trailed down the expanse of your thigh.

As you rode out our orgasm, Chan stood, his pulsating cock throbbing with desire. He smirked, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. "Now, it's time for you to take my cock, baby." You nodded, your eyes locked on his massive cock.

"Yes, please," You begged, eager to feel him inside you.

Chan's hands gripped your hips, lifting you and teasing his cock at your entrace. He gave you no time to adjust as he thrust into you with a powerful, primal force. You cried out, you body trembling with pleasure as he was big, filling you completely. 

"Oh? It doesn't fit? Poor baby still not used to having something big like this inside huh?" he groaned, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in.

He thrusts into you again, so hard it shakes the bed. He begans to move, each thrust feeling better than the last. It's as if hes trying to fuck all his frustration and anger out into you.

"Fuck... Shit. Take it. God fucking take it." He’s growling, groaning in your ear, holding you down.

You wrapped your legs around him, urging him to go deeper. He complied, his cock sliding in and out of you with increasing speed. You moaned, your body trembling with pleasure. You saw the bulge of his cock in your stomach with every sharp thrust, his cock dragging deliciously against your slick walls.

Chan's hands roamed over your body, caressing and teasing you as he fucked you hard and deep. "Look how good you take me. Feeling so good on my dick, squeezing me just like that."

You moaned louder, your body arching against him as he drove you both closer to the edge. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he pounded into you with increasing intensity. 

“Keep taking it baby. Just a little longer.” Chan’s soft praise were littered with groans, the deep ruts of his hips becoming increasingly sloppy as he fucked you. Your eyes were starting to become glossy. You began to clench around his cock, a tell tale sign of your coming orgasm. You could barely form a coherent response, only able to focus on the cock that was fucking you so well and dumb and the obscene sounds of you wetness coating his length.

Your body was begging you to cum. But this was about him. You wanted him to feel good. Him to cum first. He could tell you were completely fucked out, pussy wrapping snugly around him as he continued to stretch you out so well. You were so close, trying your hardest to hold out for him and be the good little slut he loved.

Suddenly you felt empty, moaning as Chan pulled out of you. He then flips you both, putting you on top, and denying you of your orgasm.

"Look at you.. all fucked out and pretty.. You can take more. I know you can." Chan breathes heavily beneath you, dark eyes watching you. "Ride my cock slut."

You slowly lower yourself onto his red swollen cock, and he arches his back off the bed when he felt your tight pussy clench teasingly around him. Groans leave his lips, dick throbbing deep inside you. Placing your hands on his chest, you started rocking back and forth at a steady pace. Chan cursed lowly under his breath as he watched you look down at him.

You continue to grind your hips down against him, loving the look of desperation on his frustrated face as his leaking tip twitched in your warmth.

“Fuck” he said, feeling you clench more and more around him. "F-Faster" he said. Chan's hands remained on your hips, guiding you as I moved. You could feel the pleasure building deep within you again , the intensity growing with each passing moment. You whimpered from how good he felt inside you.

"Oh God," he moaned, his body trembling. "I-I'm ....fuck. I'm so close." 

He began thrusting his hips up to meet yours, his cock driving deeper inside you. You knew he wouldnt stop until you were fucked dumb and covered in his hot cum. You cried out, your body writhing with pleasure as he reached his peak.

Chan fell apart, and his warm cum poured into you as you rode him.

“A-ah… Fuck.. Fuck.. fuck.. fuck,” Chan said as he threw his head back onto the pillows. “You feel so good.” 

Your pussy clenched around him and you pushed your thighs tighter together around his hips. Your fingernails dug into his chest and you made your hips keep moving, throwing your head back at the overwhelming sensations taking over your body. His whines and begs filled the room, tears filling his eyes from the overstimulation his cock was now going through. Chan could feel your orgasm building. "Come for me, baby," he whispered, his voice shaky with overstimulation.  "I want to feel you cum on my cock."

Seconds later, you finally snapped and your cum dripped down Chan’s softening cock and onto his lower stomach as you slid off of him. You collapsed down onto his chest and his arms came to wrap around your back.

Chan's arms are wrapped tightly around you, his grip firm yet tender. You can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against yours, each breath he takes heavy and laden with emotion.

Chan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew he'd been rough with you, more so than he'd intended.

"Baby," he cooed quietly into your ear. "I'm so sorry if I was too rough,"

You couldnt form any words. “Do you need anything? Some food?” You simply shook your head, lips pressing lightly against his shoulder blade to silently let him know you were fine and to cease his worrying

"I'm gonna clean you up, okay? i'll be right back," he says standing up and making his way to the bathroom.

A minute later you feel his hands on your body, damp towel rubbing to remove the tracks he had left. He was being very tender with you, like you were fragile and could break at any moment. He placed a sweet kiss to your navel and toss the towel to the side. He returned to your side and pulled you close once again.

Chan laid back against the pillows, his arm instinctively wrapping around you as you nestled close to him. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoed in your ear, a comforting reminder of his presence. You laid your head on his chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall with each breath he took.

His hand found its way to your hair, fingers combing through the strands in slow, soothing motions. The tension that had gripped him all day seemed to be completely gone as he held you close, the warmth of your body against his.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. "I love you so much"

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your hand resting gently on his chest. "I love you too baby," you replied, your voice filled with tenderness.

A small smile curved his lips, the first genuine smile you'd seen from him all day. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if drawing strength from your presence.

As you lay there together, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. His breathing grew steady and even, and you could feel the exhaustion giving way to a restful sleep.

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[vigilskeep]

various and sundry artbook tidbits i found interesting (SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE VEILGUARD ARTBOOK. obviously)

faction & location stuff:

a sketch page from the very early days exploring shape languages for factions like elves, dwarves, wardens, the necropolis, tevinter, and rivain, also includes concepts for the mages’ college and the ben-hassrath

early rivain concept arts have npcs with a similar armour patterning to duncan’s, suggesting it’s a mark of his rivaini heritage like i always thought!

the depiction of the ““creation story”” suggests elves were mimicking the bodies of dwarves when they formed their own, not humans like i think mythal says in game flashbacks, which would make more sense timeline wise

there’s concept art of the city of ventus, which i believe is of particular relevance to mercar players? it’s right on the border of arlathan forest, and surrounded by magical statues holding out raised hands forming a ward along the tree line to keep it from encroaching

the home base was going to be a lovable fixer-upper of a ship given to us by isabela, named the dumat. this didn’t fit the spy theme they were originally going for, so they tried really really hard to make it a submarine without feeling anachronistic by making it sort of sea monster shaped. there are a lot of cutaways and schematics. they were going to give it a mystery engine that you would get light fetch quests to feed random objects: “ten dried lavender flowers, five quail’s eggs, three brass belt buckles, etc.....” the submarine then turned into an undersea mansion on the back of some giant shambling sea creature you would never get a good look at

later on there were some funny takes on the lighthouse specifically, like bringing back the sea creature theme to put it on the back of an interdimensional veil whale, or having it be the true location of the black emporium with a collection of eluvians that xenon the antiquarian lets you use

there’s a tiny concept art for a “high-speed aravel chase” in a canyon like a western

tevinter gladiators are mentioned a couple times. we WEREEE going to get to see the minrathous proving grounds :( there’s also a dwarven embassy concept art somebody take me out back and shoot me

there are a lot of ghilan’nain creature designs that didn’t make it into the game which is a shame but i can see why they would have been resource heavy

the antiva concept arts are so gorgeous. a lot of it got through! and definitely the overall Vibe made it. at some point it seems to have been antiva city itself; they don’t call it treviso and they mention the circle of magi as a major landmark

“The entrance to the Necropolis is like an inverted Tower of Babel. They seek knowledge in the grave instead of heaven.” <- this just rules as a line

for arlathan: “To differentiate it from previous forest and jungle locations in Dragon Age, we went with an autumnal colour palette. It has the benefit to feeling ominously like the end.”

the veil jumpers have a “skull halla” symbol that “implies their willingness to risk death”. did that end up in the game?

“With each faction, we explored a range of aspirational fantasies. For the Wardens, this ranged from knights in shining armour to butal tanks to a Nietzche quote: ‘Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster.’”

there’s this concept among the warden armours for an insane orlesian noblewoman look with the winter palace morrigan corset and a piled high wig, but the skirts torn knee length and a serrated fan in hand. i’m kind of obsessed

“To bring more life to the world, we thought about what industries would keep the Anderfels afloat. We took the prominent Warden blue colour and envisioned an industry harvesting flowers, creating dye, and then weaving copious amounts of blue fabric.” this is probably where the flower quests in the hossberg wetlands started off conceptually? v cute

character stuff:

in completely different early versions of the game, solas had a “bad cop” right hand woman called reva

imshael the desire demon/choice spirit from the masked empire and inquisition was going to be a two-handed weapon warrior companion, and also sexualised now while in largely feminine form, which would have been a Choice. there is one art of him in masculine form, also sexy but still not showing as much skin as the feminine one

as i said, neve was going to be calpernia

taash was a rogue. (they’re still a light-armoured dual wielder so that checks out.) it seems like davrin was briefly a mage. at some points harding seems to have inherited bianca

saarbrak, another qunari companion, seems to have lastest the longest of the abandoned concepts. he’s the only non-canon one who got as far as having a place for him sketched into designs of the lighthouse: “saarbrak’s planning room”. mentions and sightings of what might be him are sporadic and i think you only see his name on that sketch, but i’m connecting it to the description “a potential qunari companion evolved from saarebas to dapper qunari spy, offering a deeper look into qunari culture”

the embroidery on harding’s clothes is how she passes the time while “waiting for days in a sniper perch” on missions. i just thought that was cute

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[lqveharrington]

Take A Break | V.

summary: it’s your daughter’s birthday, but Vox isn’t able to spare anytime for her.

pairing: Vox x Overlord!reader

includes: Vox has a normal head guys, fluff, HEAVY angst, family issues, arguing, mentions of sex tapes, Valentino being a weird ass uncle, over protective parents, cursing, mentions of murder (i think that’s it, tell me if i missed any!)

a/n: honestly, this request made me think of hamilton the musical, hence the title of the one-shot. 🤷‍♀️ (also full credits to the artist on X!)

As an Overlord in Hell, your life was somewhat easier than normal sinners. You had their souls under your belt for your own use and powers that only those ranked attained. You attended boring meetings with the other Overlords, but you didn’t think you would meet your other half during these meetings, nonetheless, marry him. As a result of the marriage, both your powers grew stronger, along with the power of his company since a new face joined.

Down the line, you somehow ended up pregnant. Was it highly impossible to have a child as a sinner? Absolutely. So the thought that you were to bear Vox’s child in Hell panicked you. However, he talked you through the entire process, ending with a healthy baby girl. She looked exactly like her father, except for the eyes. Her eyes resembled her mother’s in every shape and form.

Despite the phenomenon, you both cared for her. Well, mostly. You were the one staying in your penthouse in the Vee tower while Vox tended to his company’s needs. He worked endlessly and missed important events such as your daughter’s first steps, words, and laughter. You supposed he tried his best as he came back to you with gifts and kisses, but it never felt… right.

When your daughter’s thirteenth birthday came up, you expected him to stay home because it was a special birthday. It seemed like thirteen was your little family’s lucky number, so you thought it was an important event in his life for his only child to turn thirteen. Moreover, she finally became a teenager, which Vox deemed was old enough for him to take her out to watch the stars when she was younger.

“Happy Birthday, Vee.” You take your fingers through her black and red hair, kissing her temple. She smiled brightly up at you, pearly whites on display. “I know you’re excited, but you still have lessons to attend to.”

“I know.” She groaned, eyes flashing red for a second before settling. “Is Dad still up there?”

Your loving gaze faltered at the mention of her father, passing her the chocolate chip pancakes you made. “He’s at work already, baby. I’m sure he has something prepared for you when you get home.” You press another kiss to her head as you pull your phone out, squinting at the message Vox sent.

“Is it Dad?” Veronica murmured, twisting the fork in between her fingers.

“Don’t worry about it, yeah? It’s your birthday.” You slide your phone inside your pocket. “I’ll see you after your lessons?”

She hummed softly as you frowned, rubbing your temple. This was an important day for your daughter, and if Vox couldn’t remember the promise he made to her years ago, you weren’t prepared for the breakdown that was going to come from your new teenage daughter.

“Vox?” You enter his monitor room, blue light glasses steady on your face.

“My love?” He called back, eyes focusing on the rising and falling stocks in the industry. “What’s wrong?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging when he pulled you down into his lap. You pressed a kiss to his jaw when he glared at the screen, “Do you know what day it is?”

“Uh,” He glanced back at you before muttering a curse at the stocks, aggressively typing something out on his computer. “Tax day?”

You let out a sigh, “Love, it’s Veronica’s birthday.” You tilt your head when you don't get a response. “Vox.”

“What?” He whipped his head toward you, his blue eyes swirling black and red. You steady the glasses on your face, frowning at his tone. His eyes scan your face before rubbing his forehead, “Darling, I’m sorry. But I’m really busy today. All of our shareholders decided to be assholes today and Carmilla wants a meeting about Angelic Security.”

You cup his face and press a soft kiss to his lips, “I know, I got your text message about a twelve-hour workday.” Your gaze flickered over toward the frame displayed on his desk, “But it’s our baby’s thirteenth birthday. She was looking for her dad earlier, and she didn’t—“

His phone rang out into the intensely large monitor room, causing you to look back over to him. “Look, I’ll see if I can get out of the meeting and schedule it another day. I’ll be back before the day’s over.”

“Do you promise?” You lift your pinky, the blue and red chain appearing from your wedding band connecting to his.

He lifted his pinky, locking it with yours. “I promise, gorgeous.” His phone rang out again as you leaned in to give him a kiss, raising a brow at the device. Vox chuckled at your reaction, rubbing his thumb over your lip. “I love you, but I have people to yell at, so kindly leave.” He tapped your thigh before answering his phone.

You pressed one last kiss to his cheek before stepping away from him, humming a tune while he yelled at whoever was on the other line. The link of chains connecting the two wedding bands never meant a deal was brought up, it merely signified the marriage. However, that promise meant more than just canceling a meeting and heading back home. It meant actually showing up for his daughter, saying that he didn’t forget about his promise from years ago.

“Hi, baby.” You kiss Veronica’s temple as she passes the kitchen with bags in her arms. “What’s all that?”

“Uncle Val and Aunt Velvette gave me presents.” She grinned, shoving them down on the kitchen counter.

You raise a brow at the size difference of the gifts, “And what did Aunt Vel get you?”

“She got me every single new item on her new line before she drops it.” She pulled out a t-shirt that you thought was inappropriate for a girl her age. Neatly folding it, she pulled out another article of clothing, a short skirt that would have you and Vox murdering people left and right.

“Right…” You gently take away the clothes and set them to the side, nodding your head toward the box. “What did Uncle Val get you?”

“He told me to give you this before opening the gift.” She handed you a card decorated with intricate details.

You unfold the card, eyes widening at the contents. “Can I take the movies Uncle Val gave you? I don’t think they’re for you, baby.”

“Wait what? Why not?”

“Because it’s not… don’t worry about it.” You snap your fingers, sending the box of movies to your shared bedroom with Vox. Your face was flushed from Valentino handing your daughter physical copies of the videos that were personal to you and Vox. It would have been chaos if you watched the videos together with no warning. “Never mind about that, how were your lessons?”

“Boring as usual.” She rested her head on her hand, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “Did you talk to dad?”

“Yes,” You set down the dinner you were preparing, wiping your hands on a hand towel. “He’ll be back soon. He had… stuff to do.” You waved your hand in the air, face contorting in tension. “Can you set up the dining table for dinner? I’ll call your dad to see where he is.”

Veronica groaned before begrudgingly moving away, grabbing the plates and utensils. You watched her leave before leaning your arms against the counter, head tilting down in exhaustion. Not only were you running around the tower checking in on your business, but you also prepared the gifts for your daughter while checking in on your husband’s vitals once in a while. Everything was rushed and disorganized, and the only thing your daughter wanted was for her father to be there for her birthday and fulfill his promise.

“Fuck.” You quickly wipe the tear slipping down your face, pulling out your phone. Clicking on Vox’s contact, you rub the ring on your finger, anxiously waiting for an answer.

“Yes?” His voice came through your phone, more agitated than usual.

“Vox, can you take a break and come up to us?” You start pacing, not realizing your daughter was behind the wall listening to you.

He muttered something as you heard the clicking of his keyboard through your speaker, “I’ll be there in a minute, can you save me a plate?”

“Vox, can you just—“ You run your hand through your hair as your eyes flash red, the same red consuming the items surrounding you. “I understand you’re busy, but your daughter hasn’t seen you all day.”

“Gorgeous, I heard you, but I have a very important deal I need to finish making then I’m all yours, okay?” He spoke with impatience, sighing when he heard silence from your end. “In a minute.”

“Fine.” You roll your eyes and end the call, dropping your phone onto the counter. You blink a few times to get rid of the red, everything around you falling back to its original placement.

“Mom, we can just celebrate with the two of us.” Veronica came around the doorway, fiddling with her fingers. “If dad is busy, I don’t want to—“

“Baby, it’s your birthday.” You push your hair back and pull a strained smile. The look you gave your daughter was almost dangerous, reverting back to your Overlord setting. “If your dad doesn’t show up before the day is over, I will physically go down to his office and remove him from this Hell.”

Her eyes widened at your words, “Mom—“

“Let’s go eat dinner, yes?” You leave a kiss on the top of her head.

Eventually, Vox did appear, but only for a few minutes before his phone began to ring again. He sighed, pressing his lips in a thin line, and got up, squeezing your shoulder and giving his daughter an apologetic look. The worst part about meeting his daughter’s eyes was the similar feeling of knowing how she felt.

Veronica projected a recognizable emotion through her eyes, something he could tell from miles away because it was the exact same look you gave him when it was just the two of you.

Disappointment.

“Vox, what the hell are you still doing here?” Valentino entered the monitor room, pink smoke billowing from his cigarette.

“Better question, what the fuck were you going to do in here?” Vox rolled his neck as he filed another claim against older companies.

Valentino chuckled, “Don’t worry about that… If I were you, I would be worried about your daughter. Velvette and I already sang Happy Birthday to your precious girl over cake. I'm sure she would have been happier if her daddy was there.”

Vox slouched in his chair, “Val, I’m almost done with these files then I’ll head up.”

“Oh, I would be careful.” He blew pink smoke across Vox’s face. “Your wife has her Overlord filter on tonight. It’s worse than before.”

“What do you mean?” Vox submitted the file to the HR department, taking his blazer and tossing it across his shoulder.

“She’s going to murder you, Voxy.” He bared his teeth at him. “You have a lot to make up tonight.”

Vox squinted his eyes at the moth before sighing, “Get the fuck out of my room or I’m having my wife come and murder you herself instead of me.”

“Scary.” Valentino grinned maliciously before leaving, a trail of pink smoke following.

Oh, Vox knew how much shit he was in when he returned home. After all, it was already 11:26 PM and he doubted that neither you nor Veronica were still awake. He teleported into the kitchen, setting the blazer on top of the counter before following the noise to the living area. He caught a movie on the television screen as he approached the couch, gaze softening at the sight. You were holding Veronica in your arms as she slept sprawled along the couch.

He caught your gaze a few seconds later, watching your tired eyes harden. “Do you know what time it is?”

“I know, but a lot was happening downstairs with VoxTek and—“

“You couldn’t hold that off for one day?” You whisper-shout in his direction as your daughter shifts around. “Vee was waiting all day for you to take her to see the constellations of Hell, and you broke it, Vox! I don’t understand how you could just leave her with a broken promise—“

“Gorgeous, it’s not the end of the day. I can still make it up to her.”

“And what? Wake her up from the day she’s had? Vox, she’s been waiting for this moment since she was five, and you couldn’t spare one second?” You feel your eyes flare red before realizing what's going on. Vox knew you had to calm down, and typically he would help, but it was clear you wanted nothing to do with him just yet. “You didn’t even say happy birthday this morning because you already left for work.” You carefully adjust Veronica in your arms, glaring at your husband. “I understand that the company is important for our image, but destroying a relationship with your own daughter for the company is never something you should do.”

Slowly, you carry your daughter in your arms, using some of your wisps to help carry her. Vox reaches out to help but you deny him, causing him to purse his lips. “Seriously?”

“I’m dead serious.” You crease your brows. “If you can’t understand how fucking important it is for our daughter to have both her parents present during important days, I promise you that I will make your life worse than living in Hell.” As you ascend the stairs leading up to Veronica’s room, you feel the burn of his stare hitting you. “And for the sake of your mental and physical health, please take a break from work. Your vitals have been dropping.”

The life you held in Hell seemed easier to those outside of the Tower, but the three of you knew that there was never a moment in time where you could be free of the constraints you were given, not allowing a single break of freedom or contentment.

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[childrenofcain-if]

What would the ROS end up doing in the future? Do you have any plans on what mc might do as well?

well, if they end up living you mean? i’d say:

C LACROIX: a successful tycoon in the finance industry.

V NÆSHOLM: a well-established university professor, but also doing some writing on the side.

W OSTENDORF: a renowned filmmaker/director and a producer for many indie projects.

D DIACONU: a popular alternative artist alongside their band.

M WHITLOCK-SINGH: if romanced, a famous chef with a bunch of restaurants with multiple michelin stars under their belt.

with MC, the opportunities are way too wide to be condensed without thinking it through. i definitely want to give the option of them going to med school or law school and choosing the specialisation to pursue. or they can go to business school and inherit the reins of their family fortune and industry from elias’s hands. there is also the possibility of them becoming an artist, musician, dancer, or even a professional sportsperson.

[kvysvdilla]

𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

idol/Jk x supermodel/reader -Aria Jeong-

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Celebrity life

Chapter 01

The faint hum of a hairdryer filled the spacious dressing room, mingling with soft chatter and the clinking of makeup brushes against palettes. Aria Jeong sat poised in front of the mirror, her long legs crossed elegantly as the hairstylist put the final touches on her glossy, voluminous waves. Dressed in a silk robe with the initials “AJ” embroidered in gold, she exuded effortless grace—a true image of a supermodel at the height of her career.

Aria Jeong. Born in Seoul in 1998, she had taken the world by storm with her ethereal beauty, striking runway presence, and magnetic personality. She wasn’t just a model; she was a global sensation. With campaigns for Calvin Klein, Gucci, and Chanel under her belt and regular appearances at events like the Met Gala, Victoria Secrets, and even Paris Fashion Week, she had become one of the most recognizable faces in fashion. And now, here she was, preparing for her latest photoshoot for the cover of Vogue.

Aria’s skin, smooth and flawless, glistened under the studio lights as she was pampered by a team of professionals. Her long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, ready for the dramatic styling that would complete the look. She had been through this routine hundreds of times, but today felt different—there was something electric in the air, something that made her heart race just a little bit faster.

“Aria, you’re going to look amazing for this cover,” Mia, her hairstylist, said with a smile. “We’re going for a bold, confident look today, something that screams high fashion.”

Aria smiled softly, her lips curling into a graceful expression as Mia continued to work. “I trust you, Mia. You always know what’s best,” she replied, her voice steady and calm.

The photographer, Alex, moved around the room with his camera, adjusting the lighting and checking the angles. “How’s the hair, Mia?” he called out, looking over his shoulder.

“Almost done. Just a few more minutes,” Mia answered, finishing the final touches.

Meanwhile, Aria’s assistant, Claire, entered the room with her tablet in hand. “Aria, the fitting for the Victoria’s Secret show is set for tomorrow morning, and the team from Calvin Klien wants to meet you later this afternoon to discuss the upcoming campaign. They’re expecting us at 2 PM. Oh, and don't forget the L'Oréal photoshoot after the meeting.”

Aria nodded in acknowledgment, her focus still on the mirror. “Got it. We’ll be there. Thanks, Claire.”

Claire smiled and quickly left the room, while Aria closed her eyes for a moment, silently preparing herself for the busy day ahead. This was her life now—packed schedules, back-to-back photoshoots, meetings, fittings, and the constant push to stay at the top of the fashion world.

But she had worked hard to get here. Years of dedication, countless hours spent perfecting her craft, and a determination to succeed had brought her to the pinnacle of the modeling industry. Aria Jeong had become a name known around the world, but to her, it was all just the beginning.

“Alright, Aria,” Alex called, snapping her out of her thoughts. “It’s time. Let’s get you into the first outfit.”

Claire returned with a clothing rack filled with various options, including sleek dresses, bold prints, and intricate designs. The first outfit for the photoshoot was a stunning black velvet dress with a deep V-neckline and a dramatic slit that revealed her long, toned legs. It was a classic, elegant look, just the kind of thing that would make the cover of Vogue unforgettable.

Mia and other staffs helped Aria slip into the dress, adjusting the fit around her waist as Aria stood tall and composed. “You look stunning,” Mia said, stepping back to admire her work.

Aria smiled in the mirror, her sharp eyes meeting her reflection. “Thank you Mia.”

As Aria stepped onto the set, the photographer and lighting crew were ready, their eyes focused on her every move. The studio was filled with soft light, creating the perfect ambiance for the photoshoot. Aria stood still for a moment, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. She had done this countless times, but there was always something exciting about being in front of the camera, especially for such a prestigious magazine.

The session began, with Aria effortlessly striking pose after pose. Each movement was fluid, graceful, and deliberate, her body an instrument of perfection as the camera snapped away. She had mastered the art of photography—how to look natural while maintaining an air of elegance, how to convey emotion with just a tilt of the head or a slight shift in posture.

“Beautiful, Aria,” Alex called, his voice full of admiration. “You’re absolutely nailing it. Let’s switch to the next look.”

Mia quickly ushered in the next outfit—a shimmering silver gown that hugged Aria’s figure in all the right places. As Aria changed, she glanced at her phone, checking the time. The day was moving quickly, and she had a tight schedule ahead of her. Between the photoshoot, meetings with various brands, and a rehearsal for the upcoming American Music Awards, she knew it was going to be a long day.

But that was the life of an international supermodel, and Aria had long ago accepted that.

As the photoshoot continued, the minutes turned into hours. Aria remained focused, switching from outfit to outfit, posing with poise and confidence, never once breaking her professional demeanor. There were moments when the intensity of the work started to take its toll, but Aria pushed through—this was her dream, her career, and nothing would stop her.

After wrapping up the Vogue photoshoot, Aria was led into a private space where she could take a breather. The sound of the bustling studio faded as she collapsed onto the plush sofa with her casual outfit that she had changed. It was black button up crop top, pair it with a dark blue tight jeans and a black high heels boots. The weight of a full day’s work already starting to settle in. She checked her phone—Claire’s message about the meeting with Calvin Klein at 2 PM echoed in her mind. It was already 2:30.

The minutes had slipped by quicker than expected, and now it was time for the next task at hand. She had barely time to catch her breath before her assistant appeared at the door. “Aria, your car is waiting. We’re heading to the Calvin Klein office for the meeting,” Claire said, a soft smile on her face, knowing how little time Aria had to rest between her appointments.

Aria nodded, running a hand through her hair and standing up. “Let’s go.”

They walked out into the bustling lobby, where the driver opened the car door for her, and they headed to the Calvin Klein headquarters. As Aria sat back in the plush seat, her thoughts wandered briefly to her upcoming meeting. Calvin Klein had always been a major name in her modeling career. This was more than just a meeting—it was a chance to solidify her place in the industry as one of the most sought-after supermodels.

The car ride was a blur of thoughts, and soon they arrived at the sleek, modern Calvin Klein building. Aria’s high heel boots clicked against the polished marble floors as she entered the building, greeted by a receptionist who led her to the private meeting room. Claire went ahead to ensure everything was ready for the meeting, leaving Aria alone for a moment to gather herself.

The door opened shortly after, and two representatives from Calvin Klein walked in—one, a tall man in his early forties named Mr. Lawrence, who was the head of marketing, and the other, a young woman, Chloe, who had recently joined the team as a creative lead.

“Aria! Thank you for joining us today,” Mr. Lawrence greeted, his voice warm but professional. He gestured for her to sit at the conference table. “We’re really excited to have you on board for this new campaign. We’ve seen your recent work, and you’re exactly what we were looking for.”

Aria smiled politely and nodded, settling into her seat. “I’m honored to be a part of the team.” she said so elegantly.

Chloe, the creative lead, spoke up next, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “For this campaign, we want to capture the essence of modern luxury while maintaining an accessible, everyday feel. It’s all about sophistication but also comfort. The collection is inspired by urban landscapes, so we’re hoping to do something bold and edgy.”

Aria nodded, already visualizing the looks they were describing. The Calvin Klein aesthetic was always sleek and minimalist, but this concept sounded more daring—something that would challenge her versatility as a model. “I like the idea. Bold and edgy is something I’m always up for,” she said, her confidence shining through.

Mr. Lawrence glanced at Chloe before turning back to Aria. “We were hoping to get your thoughts on some of the outfits we’ve picked out. For this campaign, we’re focusing a lot on outerwear and layering, which is right up your alley, considering your experience in high fashion and your collaborations with brands like Gucci and Chanel.”

Chloe clicked through her tablet, bringing up the first few designs on the screen. “This is one of our favorite pieces,” she said, showing Aria an oversized trench coat with dramatic shoulders, paired with tailored trousers. “We’re thinking of using this for the cover image. It’s chic and timeless, but the exaggerated silhouette gives it a very fresh, contemporary look.”

Aria studied the design, picturing herself wearing it. “I love it. I can definitely see this working well with the overall theme.”

The meeting continued, with Mr. Lawrence and Chloe discussing details, such as the photography style, location for the shoot, and the timeline for the campaign. Aria’s mind was engaged, but there was a part of her that couldn’t help but drift away every now and then.

Aria quickly refocused as the conversation shifted to the logistics of the shoot. “We’re planning to do some behind-the-scenes footage for social media as well,” Chloe explained. “It’ll be part of a bigger campaign, so we’ll need to make sure we capture a bit of your personality—how you interact with the clothing, how you move in it. It’ll give the brand a more authentic feel.”

Aria nodded thoughtfully. “I’m excited to be part of that. I always enjoy showing the more relaxed side of things, especially in a campaign as dynamic as this one. It makes it more personal for the audience.”

Mr. Lawrence smiled. “That’s exactly the kind of energy we’re looking for. We want people to see that you’re not just a model, but someone who lives and breathes the essence of what Calvin Klein stands for.”

As the meeting wrapped up, Claire entered the room to let Aria know it was time to head to the next appointment. Aria stood up, shaking hands with both Mr. Lawrence and Chloe. “Thank you both for taking the time today. I’m looking forward to what we’ll create together,” she said, smiling warmly.

After the productive meeting with Calvin Klein, Aria’s day continued its whirlwind pace. She quickly slipped into the waiting car, her mind still buzzing with excitement from the campaign discussion. The next stop on her packed agenda was a photoshoot for L’Oréal, one of the most prestigious makeup brands in the world.

The ride to the L’Oréal studio was a short one, but enough to give her a few minutes of much-needed peace. As the car pulled into the parking lot, she straightened her posture and mentally prepared herself for what would undoubtedly be another busy, high-energy shoot. It had become second nature for Aria to slip into model mode, but there was still a level of excitement every time she worked with a brand she loved. L’Oréal, with its bold and timeless beauty, had always been a dream partnership.

Once inside the spacious studio, she was greeted by a team of hair and makeup artists who had already set up their stations, ready to transform her into the perfect L’Oréal muse. She made her way to the makeup chair, where a plate of fresh salad and an iced peach tea awaited her. She didn’t even need to ask for it anymore—it was always there.

“Yum, this looks perfect,” she said with a smile, grabbing her fork and taking a bite of the salad.

The makeup artist, a cheerful woman in her mid-thirties named Maria, chuckled as she began applying foundation. “You really know how to eat healthy, Aria,” she teased, carefully dabbing at her face with a brush. “But honestly, you’re always glowing, so I guess you have some magic tricks.”

Aria laughed, rolling her eyes. “Oh please, no magic tricks here. It’s all about water, veggies, and a bit of luck.”

As she continued eating, Aria casually flipped open the novel she had been reading during her downtime—The Night Circus, a fantasy story filled with mystery and enchantment. The plot was as gripping as ever, but her attention was soon distracted by the light chatter around her.

“I swear, every time I walk into a store, L’Oréal’s new collection is everywhere,” Maria mused, her hands expertly shaping Aria’s brows. “I love their packaging! It’s always so fresh and sleek.”

“I know, right?” Aria replied between bites of salad, nodding in agreement. “It’s why I love working with them. They’re a brand that understands the balance between timelessness and modernity. They really know what women want.”

“Speaking of women,” Maria continued, “did you hear that they’re planning a huge campaign for next spring? They’re supposed to release a new product that’s going to blow everyone away.”

“No way! That sounds amazing,” Aria said, putting the book down for a moment, genuinely intrigued. “What’s the product? Something new for the lips?”

Maria nodded excitedly. “Exactly! A new lipstick that changes color with your mood—like those mood rings, but for lips.”

“That’s so cool,” Aria said, amused. “I’d love to be part of that campaign.”

Before Maria could respond, the door to the dressing room swung open, and Claire, Aria’s assistant, rushed in. Her face was a mixture of excitement and disbelief, and she was holding her phone tightly in her hand, like she’d just gotten news she wasn’t entirely prepared for.

“Claire?” Aria asked, eyeing her assistant’s wide eyes. “What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Claire didn’t waste time with pleasantries. She immediately walked over to Aria, a bit out of breath. “Aria… you’re not going to believe this,” she said, her voice almost shaky. “I just got off the phone with the AMA’s event manager… they want YOU as one of the announcers for this year’s show.”

For a moment, the entire room fell silent. The makeup artist paused, the brushes in mid-air, as the rest of the staff turned to look at Claire with wide-eyed expressions. Aria’s heart skipped a beat, the sudden surge of excitement making her momentarily forget to breathe.

“You’re joking, right?” Aria asked, half-laughing, half-stunned. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She felt like her world had just shifted.

“No,” Claire said, shaking her head in disbelief. “They’re serious! They want you to announce awards during the show. It’s huge, Aria. The biggest award show of the year—and you’re going to be there… on stage.”

The rest of the staff gasped in shock. “That’s incredible!” Maria exclaimed, her eyes widening. “You’re going to be on stage at the AMAs! With all those amazing artists—this is a huge deal!”

The words sank in slowly. Aria blinked a few times, her hand still covering her mouth in disbelief. She never thought her career would take her to this moment. The American Music Awards—one of the biggest and most prestigious events in the industry. And she had just been asked to be a part of it.

“Wait, wait. Are you sure?” Aria asked, her voice soft but filled with wonder. She needed to hear it again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

“Positive,” Claire confirmed, a huge grin spreading across her face. “They said it’s all official. You’re one of the chosen announcers. They’ll send over the details in the next few days.”

Aria, still in a bit of shock, sat there for a moment, processing everything. A wave of emotion rushed over her—happiness, excitement, and disbelief all rolled into one. This was it. This was the next step in her career.

The room erupted in cheers, the staff exchanging high-fives and congratulations. Aria couldn’t help but laugh, a wide grin on her face. She was overwhelmed but thrilled at the same time.

“I can’t believe it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked at Claire. “The AMAs. This is a huge opportunity.”

“You deserve it,” Claire said, her voice filled with pride. “All your hard work has paid off.”

Aria turned back to the staff, her smile never fading. “Thank you all,” she said, her voice a little shaky from the excitement. “This means so much to me.”

Maria, the makeup artist, was the first to offer her congratulations. “Well, I guess you’ll have to wear something extra special for that night, huh?”

“Oh, definitely,” Aria replied with a playful smile. “I’ve got the perfect outfit in mind.”

As she continued to prepare for her photoshoot with L’Oréal, Aria couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. But even more than that, she felt a growing sense of excitement about what the future held. The AMAs were just the beginning, and she was ready for whatever came next.

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