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cyberyam · 1 month ago

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pairing: stranger!toji x fem!reader

cw: car sex; smut; [18+]

summary: drunken car sex with toji after the club

an: im ovulating okay

What were you supposed to do? Say no?

Granted, your mother always told you that talking to strangers was a big no-no, and drunkenly following them out of clubs was probably an even bigger one. But she never warned you about strangers like him.

Tall, ripped, and wearing a slutty muscle tee that clung to his body like sin. Big, chocolate-brown eyes that flickered with something dark and inviting. Yeah, mother dearest should have done a better job warning you—because if she had, maybe you wouldn’t be here right now.

In the back of his car. Between his legs. His hand tangled in your hair as he guided you down, groaning as you took him deeper. Your throat burned, your eyes watered, but the way he cooed good girl when you gagged and sputtered sent a thrill through you that made it all worth it. His grip tightened, pulling you back just to look at your flushed face, your messy mascara-streaked cheeks, before shoving you back down, feeding you more of him.

"Fuck, baby. Where have you been my whole life?"

God. He said it like he meant it, and you felt it—felt it in the way he pulled you up, flipped you effortlessly into his lap, hands working at your clothes like he couldn’t bear another second without you. His mouth found your nipple, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine as his fingers slipped between your legs.

"So fucking wet for me."

He groaned against your skin, fingers teasing, pumping, curling inside you until you were gasping, rocking into his touch, begging for more. And he gave it to you—flipping you over before you had a chance to react, pressing you against the seat, one hand braced against the car door, the other gripping your hips.

And then he was inside you, stretching you, filling you in a way that left you gasping, clinging to the leather beneath you.

"God, you’re so fucking tight."

His voice was raw, his pace relentless as he sloppily pounded into you—each thrust deep and claiming, making the car rock, making your mind go blank as the overwhelming pleasure mingled with the vodka shots you were downing earlier. The windows fogged, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. And when he lifted you higher, pressing you against the glass, tilting your hips to hit even deeper, you couldn't hold back the scream of his name—

Toji. That’s what he said his name was, right?

It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered except the way he fucked you, the way he unraveled you, the way he owned every gasping, moaning piece of you.

And when he finally came, spilling into you with a deep, satisfied groan, you knew—

Mother should have warned you better. Because after this, there was no way you could ever pretend this man didn’t exist.

stranger!toji | stranger!gojo

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swytdoll · 3 months ago

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glasses. thinking about loser! choso who begsssss you to ride his face while he wears his glasses. nsfw bc im a freak, face ridin’, bj, public sex, sub!choso. drabble. minors do not interact!

loser!choso whom everyone labeled as weird. he often exhibited awkwardness, frequently stumbling over his words and never truly finding his place among his peers. the students on the rather small campus often speculated about how he had managed to win your affection, ultimately attributing it to financial means. they found it difficult to believe that someone like choso kamo could be with someone like you without some form of concealed advantage.

choso’s awkwardness was often the subject of whispers and jokes, but you saw past all of that. you saw the kindness in his heart, the way he would go out of his way to help others, even if it meant making a fool of himself. you appreciated his genuine nature, his ability to make you laugh, and the way he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

choso was also great in bed. shockingly so. at first you could barely believe how great it was, how great he was. you didn't know how to explain it, but you couldn't get enough of it.

“oh cho,” soft moans continuously bubble from your raw throat, hands shakily pulling against dark roots as you glide swollen lips across his face. clammy fingers grip into your plush thighs, pulling you harder against his mouth as he sucks on your clit, his nose digging into your slick folds, tongue hungrily lapping. “feels so good,” your head hangs low as you bite your lips, a poor attempt to stifle your whines in the back of the library.

he loves the way the rims press into the sides of his face and dig into the bridge of his nose with each roll of your thick hips. his face soaked, your wetness covering his chin. his glasses foggy, yet his eyes never leave yours. he watches you come undone above him, his cock achingly hard. his mouth watering as he licks his lips clean of you.

still quivering, you slide off of him, kneeling on the floor. effortlessly your fingers pull him through the zipper of his jeans. he gasps when you grab his base, and begin stroking him. his breaths are ragged, back arching, hand fisting his backpack beside him as he bucks his hips into your warm palm. “m’not gonna last i-i-fuckkkk.” you’ve barely touched the man and he’s already falling apart. sweat beading down his forehead despite the temperature in the old building being a cool seventy.

he pulsates, pre cum oozing out of his slit and dribbling down his pretty shaft, coating your fingers. “it’s okay baby boy.” you hum softly pressing a kiss to the tip, swiping your tongue along the head, tasting him. a long drawn out whine has him clamping his hands over his mouth, hips stuttering.

“oh my god, oh my god.” he’s an incoherent mess as you slowly take him in your mouth, inch by inch, until you can feel him hitting the back of your throat. choso is huge, the thickest you had ever had and it was always a struggle to take him fully.

he grunts as you start bobbing your head up and down, his head thrown back and his toes curling in his vans. you hollow your cheeks, sucking him, stroking his base, using your spit as lube to slick him up. he’s close, you can tell by the way his hips are thrusting lazily into your mouth. his thighs tense and his balls tightening. you continued your ministrations, your free hand cupping and rolling his heavy sack, squeezing him.

“love you s’much!” his hands pull gently on your hair, tugging you off him as his release spurts all over his chest. you pant, your glossy eyes wide and your pupils blown, hand steadily pumping him through his orgasm. “that’s it sweet boy, let it out.”

he’s seeing white as his head tilts forward. he watches with a gulp as you run your finger along his cum covered chest, scooping some of his release and pushing it past your lips, licking it off your fingers. he can’t help the blush that paints his cheek and you chuckle, tucking him back into his pants with a forehead kiss.

loser!choso, who really loves his girlfriend and also really needs a new shirt.

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hoshigray · 8 months ago

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꯳⃘꤫⃛✿ contents: Toji + Nanami x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face-fucking + sitting - clitoral play - double penetration; anal & penetration - reverse cowgirl + missionary (fusion?) dp positions - spitting - pet names (baby, mama, princess, pumpkin, sweetpea) - mention of drool/spit and tears.

Nothing beats the feeling of your husbands, Nanami and Toji, taking turns spoiling you rotten. Nothing but utterly raw skin-to-skin action with the two hands and sweat cascading on every skin of your body left untouched, and your lips barely keep your moans locked to your throat. The neighborhood may be sound asleep, yet that atmosphere is entirely different within the heat of this master bedroom.

Your face is glued to Nanami as he kisses you, pillowy lips taste his old, favorite scotch, same with the tongue flaying around with yours until he sucks on it to have you mewl so alluringly. “Mmm…hey, sweetpea.” He coos with his half-lidded mocha gaze warming you, straightening his posture on his knees as the glans of his cock meet your lips. And your mouth instantly waters as you suck him in with hallowed cheeks.

Meanwhile, Toji sits right underneath you, his face buried in between your thighs, scarred lips peppering your wetness with slow, lazy kisses that have you whimpering on Nanami’s shaft. The older man’s tongue burrows between your folds, groaning at the sense of you on his tastebuds, slurping anything and everything the muscle can get. And his nose bumps onto your clit, your muffled shrill music to his ears. “Fuck, mama, smell so good…taste too fucking good…”

So fucking sticky — that’s how you’re feeling at this moment. Your lips were coated with your spit, pooling over and painting around the blonde’s shaft. This pace of his hips quickens with haste, speed growing to where he gives in and fucks your face. Wails are muffled, and you submit to him with every hit to the back of your throat. God, he looks so disarranged, his golden locks not kept in their tidy form, sweat gleaming from the ceiling lights, and chocolate eyes scanning your face stuffed with his cock. He titters, watching you suck him off so eagerly, and rewards you with more ruts to spill your saliva down to your chin.

Jesus fucking Christ, Toji’s moans as he eats you from below are to die for, feeling his voice of pleasure reverberate from your insides. The raven-headed man has no desire to let you go, his firm hands on your thighs to keep you on him. “Oh, don’t do that,” he licks your clit sluggishly after pulling you back onto his tongue. “No runnin’ ‘way fr’m me, princess…” Your lower half can’t help but motion to ride on his muscle, and your husband contentedly sucks your labia until you shudder.

There’s too much going on at once – your lips are puffy and hot from the hits of Nanami’s pelvis drilling into your mouth, while Toji has your legs trembling with a mere flick of his tongue, evoking screams that are felt on Nanami’s cock. “Mmmff, mmph!” Shit, this is too much! Your head pounds because of the fair-haired one, and the dark-haired other makes your eyes crawl upwards. I’m gonna cum…!

“Haahh, ohhh, ohhhhshiiiit, I’m gonna cummm!”

“Hnnffuuck, I can tell…! Squeezing my dick like crazy, pumpkin…”

Your legs wrap around Nanami’s waist as he rocks into you. As the hour goes on, your body goes numb to the overstimulating sensations your husbands bestow on you — so drunk off them using their little wife like a fucktoy. Your swollen cunt, full of Toji’s semen and your wetness, is now being pumped by Nanami’s dick. Pistoning his length until his balls profound, excess substances seep down to the crevice of your ass. All the while, Toji is under you, his girth stuffing your asshole.

“Fuck, so tight,” Nanami curses, strands of his hair now stick to his forehead. “Trying to milk me dry, baby?”

“Heh, they’re doin’ the same here,” Toji snaps his hips concurrently with the other husband, rushed dicks brushing your walls too good you gasp. “Hm, ya want me to fill this nice ass of y’rs, too, baby? Bust my whole load like I did to y’r pussy?” He sneers at the twitch of your ass puckering, embarrassed to hear his words, yet your body can’t suppress the excitement. “Well, at least your body is honest enough; so needy for y’r husbands’ cocks, huh.”

You turn your face away from his. “Don’t say—ohoo!–say…”

A hand from your fondled chest comes up to snatch your chin. “Heh, what’re ya shy fr’?” Toji kisses and chews on your bottom lip until you whimper, shoving and exchanging tongues with blissful moans. It isn’t long before Nanami bends down to peck your cheek, claiming your lips immediately after Toji lets go.

“Hey, sweetpea, open for me.” Words you follow, your mouth opening for him to spit, drool falling gracefully down from one tongue to another before Nanami slams his face into yours, the rhythm of his hips increasing from the sound of your yelps being taken by his mouth.

Nanami kisses you passionately, hot air puffing from brushed noses and lips smacking, and Toji whistles at the sight. “Hot as hell…” Toji lays his lips on your neck and cheeks as his hands keep groping your chest, rutting up to your ass aimlessly, along with the blonde’s cadence.

Once again, senses are pulled into overdrive. Your body and nerves are too sore and keen from constant pleasure, tears threatening to streak from your eyes as Toji sneaks two fingers to please your clitoris. Wailing aloud into your husband’s mouth, you succumb to the climb of your crescendo, and it rattles your frame to the core. Both holes contract with each hit of your orgasm, causing the men to groan merrily and lock into your climax until tranquility. A few more rough thrusts to your clamping entrances, and they soon fall into their respective orgasm.

Nanami breaks away from the kiss, spit breaking the connection while he removes his dick from you, and the spurt of his semen falling out with it, trailing from your hole and spilling to your ass still plunged with Toji. “Ahhh, you’re a mess,” he comments with a smile, rubbing your cheeks.

And Toji sniggers in agreement. “Don’t hear ‘em complaining, though,” he brings your face to his to kiss. “Right, mama?”

You sigh into his lips with a simper. And as warm bodies and sticky skin relax and cool down, nothing beats the feeling of being spoiled by your husbands.

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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago

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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, violence/abuse, threat of bodily harm

gn reader

Thinking about poly yanderes again…

They’re both so patronizing – suffocatingly so.

But where one is a brute, the other is sweet – or sweeter than the former, in any case...

He has a certain calm about him – gentle with you – considerate when showing his affection, and patient with you when he’s intimate. He doesn’t growl at you to shut up and lie still the way the other one does – instead, he asks you if you can be good for him – if you can let him love you – lipping at your throat without the touch of teeth as he all but begs for your consent.

The brute doesn't bother with such foreplay...

Your will doesn’t seem to interest him in any other aspect than ripping it from you and strangling it in his fist with a big grin, laughing while watching those pitiful tears start slipping down your cheeks.

He'll just shrug off the kinder one when he chides, telling him to stop being so rough with you. He just squeezes you a little tighter, sucks your neck a little harder, and kneads his cock a little deeper – saying that he can do whatever he wants with that which belongs to him.

When you struggle against him, he’s not shy of punishing you accordingly – in fact, he jumps at the opportunity – bending you over his lap with his fist riddled in your hair – landing strike after strike until you’re screaming in surrender, all cute pleas for his mercy, words he’s told you to say.

He likes fucking you like that – when you’re a broken mess who only clings to him for comfort, crying into his neck while he pumps you full of cock and cum.

The kinder one scolds him afterward. Tells him he’s a fiend while petting your head and hair, carrying you away from the scene and into the bathroom. He draws you a tub of bubbles and holds a glass of water to your lips. But for all his niceties – he still gets in the hot water with you – cock in your sore hole while he washes your hair.

Still, he’s more reasonable.

When he’s tying your wrists to the bedpost like every night of you sleeping stuck in between them, you ask him if it’s really necessary – promising him you’re not going to run away – telling him that you’re going to stay right there, peacefully asleep.

The brute says that it isn’t something that’s up for discussion, that if you push your luck, he’s gonna tie every inch of you up like a floppy fish caught in a net ready to be gutted. But you don’t heed the warning – looking to your kinder warden with puppy eyes and a pout on your lips, saying please, it hurts your wrists – again, promising him you’ll be good and stay sound asleep between them the entire night.

You just needed to get to the door.

You just needed to get to the door – through the door – out into the street, screaming while at it, and surely someone, anyone, would come to your rescue.

Why wouldn't your feet move quicker? Why weren’t you faster? Why were you clumsier now? Tripping over rugs, missing steps when scrambling down the stairs, slipping when turning corners – trying to navigate the house when you’d barely ever seen anything but the bedroom.

You just needed to get to the door – but you could hear one of them coming after you – just behind you – big monstrous thundering steps shaking you to the core, strangling your heart, shattering your bones – and it’s getting hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to feel anything other than the numbing fear and the awful way it cripples you – throwing your mind into a tailspin while choking your lungs free of all air, clawing up your throat into a scream.

You just needed to get to the fucking door –

You hadn't known you could make a sound like that – like something out of a horror movie – high-pitched and desperate – ripped from somewhere raw and primal.

There’s a hand in your hair, yanking you backward where you’re received by a hard chest and an arm snaking around your waist, hoisting you off the ground, kicking and yelling.

It’s the brute. He looks almost happy you’d tried running away – a manic look of delight on his face when he finally drops you down on the floor – pinning you beneath him – shadowing you with teeth seemingly dripping with venom and all the ugly punishments he’s no doubt cooking up inside his sick mind.

“Your ass is gettin’ it extra fuckin’ hard tonight – my handprint won’t heal for a month – won’t even be able to sit down without cryin’.” He growls, his teeth on your cheek as he grips your jaw tight – starting off your punishment with a harsh lovebite.

You look at the more merciful of the two.

He’s standing off to the side, looking down at the two of you.

You expect he’d come to the rescue like he’d done all those other times.

But to your utter horror… he isn’t lifting a single finger to stop it.

His face is blank – cold – as cold as the words that roll dryly off his tongue, “I think we’ve established that spanking isn’t enough…”

The one holding you down halts in his advances and seems to get just as frigid as you by the cold-blooded tone of his partner – who takes slow steps toward the two of you, so close he’s got your hair pinned beneath his toes before crouching down until he as well looms over you like a darkening storm.

He reaches a stiff hand to soothe the ring of teeth left on your cheek by the other – seemingly kindly, but his eyes are so jaded your breath catches in your throat – soulless as they stare into your teary ones.

“Maybe we ought to get ahead of the issue and break your legs.” He suggests nonchalantly, making both your and your other captor’s faces bleach.

Then he smiles – that kind smile, only now you can’t help but flinch at the sight of it.

“That way, everyone’s happy,” He states, explaining, “You won't have to be tied up, and we can trust you to keep your word and stay put when you promise us you will.”

Then he stands up and straightens himself, looking at his partner with that same eerie smile.

“Where’d you put the bat again?”

The brute stiffens. His crazed expression had melted in light of the other into a look you’d never seen on him before. He swallows thickly as though he’s just as worried as you are. His voice is hesitant, “I think rope is enough…”

The other throws his brows up. “Oh?” Then he snaps his focus back to you. “What do you think, baby? You think that’s enough?” He walks back to the two of you, and you feel the intense urge to hide behind the one you’d initially been caught running from.

He looks down at you expectantly, watching your lip quiver as you struggle to form an answer without choking on it.

“Hm? What was that? Rope or bat, what do you prefer?” His voice is sharp, licking at you like a knife.

You stutter, “Ro-rope.”

“Yeah? Okay, then – that’s settled.” He confirms, then looks back at the other. “Go get the rope.”

It doesn’t seem like he wants to leave – almost like he’s afraid of what might happen if he does. “Now?” He asks.

“Yes, now.” The smile tightens – sharpens into something truly lethal if you were to test it. “Our pet thinks they can run wild, so we’ll have to reintroduce them to the leash.”

Then he sets his sights back on you, robbing you of all air.

“Unless you’d prefer the bat after all?”

You whimper, shaking your head with a sniffle, “No-no – rope…”

He looks back to the other. “You heard 'em. Get going.”

He’s reluctant about it – looking from you to him, then back to you again, almost apologetically – before he gets up off you, leaving you on the floor – alone.

Your hair is then grabbed harshly, and you’re pulled up to your feet before you’re dragged off them – pulled along until you’re tugged from the floor up onto his lap as he plopped down, comfortably seated on the couch.

He sighs, letting go of your hair and placing both hands on the fat of your haunches, making you straddle him – mirroring your breathless, tear-streaked face with an expressionless one.

A hand ascends, and you’re convinced he’s going to slap you – but as you squeeze your eyes tightly shut in wait for it, his hand finds your cheek, only to ever-so-gently pet the wet away.

Cupping your face, he places a light peck on the corner of your mouth, followed by his voice, “Apologize, and I’ll forgive you.”

Your eyes peel open, looking back into his. You regret it instantly. Still eclipsed, it’s a cold and blank stare that seems to seize you by the throat.

“I’m sorry, I’ll never- never ever do it again.” You whisper pitifully – as if you’re afraid to be too loud.

“Hm…” He hums, looking unimpressed. “I don’t think that’s good enough…”

His hand slips from your face down your neck, circling it lightly before squeezing it firmly with whitening knuckles. “You hurt my feelings, y’know? I trusted you, and you lied to me – right to my fucking face.”

You cack, wrapping your smaller hands around his wrist as he strangles the words out of you. “I’m sorry- I’m really- really sorry-”

His breathing is thick, as though something’s bubbling underneath the surface – a beast within whose bloodthirst hasn’t yet been sated. “I want more than empty words.” He states flatly, unforgivingly.

Still, he lets go of your throat, letting you drop to his chest, panting sore breaths with his words ringing hot in your head. You start kissing between sipping for air – desperately, up his neck and jaw, then his lips, even though he doesn’t kiss back – pleading, “Please forgive me- I’m sorry, I-”

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” He mocks, stroking the back of your head, down your back as though soothing you – voice dripping with fake empathy. “Sorry for what exactly? Hm? For being a dumb little bitch, thinking you could run when you haven’t even so much as walked on your own two feet for months.”

A laugh inches into his words like a sickness. The eerie smile returns, small and curling in the corner of his mouth.

“You were fuckin’ hilarious, you know that?” He breathes lightly – eyes wide, staring at you like cornered prey. “Trippin’ over yer own two feet, barely even making it to the door.”

The grip around your throat returns, and you squeak out a whimper.

“Say it.” He seethes, “Say you’re a dumb little bitch who didn’t know what you were doing.” His lips ghost yours with the command, forcing you to echo the words back into his mouth.

“I’m- I’m a dumb little bitch- I’m- I didn’t know what I was doing-”

He hums at your shivering but doesn’t ease his grip – molding his lips against yours, he kisses you deeply until parting with your lips between his teeth – letting go slowly.

“I- I’ll be good from now on, I promise-” You add – in the hope it would thaw the ice of his stare.

It doesn’t. He keeps them just as jaded – half-masted now as he runs his fingers up and down your spine, brushing your chin and cheek with his lips until blowing on your ear. “You better be.”

You shudder, wincing.

“‘Cause if you ever try anything like that again, I’m gonna go get that bat – and nothing and no one is gonna keep me from bashing away at you until I’ve made certain you can’t lift a single fucking finger without my help.”

You’re a broken mess of sniveling apologies and prayers on his lap by the time the brute comes back with the rope.

But the one who’d reduced you to it doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest.

“There you are!” He beams with a bright smile.

Acting as though you weren’t falling apart in his arms, gripping his shirt for purchase while sobbing hard and ugly into his chest.

“Let’s tie every square inch of 'em up like you suggested.” He muses while picking your tear-stained face up in both hands, nose-kissing you with his words dripping fondly off his tongue. “Just like a floppy fish ready to be gutted.”

BNHA – BakuDeku, DabiHawks, EndMight, ShinKami, TodoDeku, KiriBaku, Shiggy x villain!Deku

JJK – SatoSugu, YujiKuna, YujiGumi

HQ – Miya twins, IwaOi,

BLLK – NagiReo, KuniGiri

AOT - EreMin

DS - InoTan, DouAka

HxH – HisoIllu

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year ago

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Ghost Letting You Watch Him Masturbate

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Desperate! Ghost, Touch-Starved! Ghost, Dominant! Ghost, Edging, Assisted Masturbation, Guided Masturbation, The Mask Stays On, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

He loves the way you watch him so intently as his hand works the shaft of his aching cock, the tip red and angry as he staves off his orgasm just to let you watch for a little bit longer. You come closer, on hands and knees, and sit before him, just shy of the area between his legs. The danger zone.

The sound of squelching is obscene, as is the sight of his dick glistening with pre. If he pulled his hand away, strings of it would cling to his palm, beckoning – begging – him to return.

He can hardly refuse you when you ask him if you can touch it. Touch him.

He nods, pulls his hand away enough so that you can slip yours beneath his. His hand is sticky as it clamps down around yours. He guides you, starting out with light strokes, mindful of the euphoria building just below his stomach again. Raw. Fresh.

When you’re more confident in this rhythm, you grip him a little tighter. Look up into Ghost’s half-lidded eyes. He nods, but can’t find the energy to lift his head back up. He’s looking down at you, his mask concealing all but the lethargic lust in his eyes. And when you start to move faster, he thinks he can feel Heaven. His slick hand is tight – nigh crushing – over yours, making you squeeze him tighter, harder. God, harder.

And when your fingers graze the sensitive skin of his tip, his head almost rolls back, his eyes screwing shut. He gasps, and his breath shutters

He knows that this won’t be like all the other times when it was just him all alone in his room, or the barracks, or the showers. He can feel it in the rapid tightening of his balls, one hanging lower than the other, in the knotting in his stomach. He feels his vein twitch – the one you’d been so curiously eyeing earlier – when you gaze up at him from beneath your lashes, eyes soft. You come closer. Sat between his legs now. He’s oozing from the tip; an effect only you can have. He’d have been embarrassed were he not in the crosshairs of what he could tell would be one of the most excruciating orgasms he’s ever had.

He’s panting now, watching you as, with soft fingers, you work the tip, spreading his juices across it, down his shaft. When you come back up, clenching your fingers around his tip, he hisses. Jolts. When you try to retract, concern evident in the furrow of your brow, he snatches your hand back, gripping your wrist and enclosing your hand around him once more.

“Keep goin’,' he pants. His eyes glisten beneath the fluorescence of the dim bulb above you.

“Please.”

And you do. You squeeze and squelch and slide your hand along the length of him until your arm aches and his back is arching out of his chair, head lolling back as thick globs of cum spurt out from the tip. No warning. Just the explosion and its aftermath.

His grip around your hand tightens. You wince, but he doesn’t notice. He’s growling, guttural and animal, teeth gritted beneath his mask. He can feel his eyes strain with how far back into his skull they’ve rolled.

His stomach gradually becomes soaked in a viscous, milky spray. You’re sure you can see his shaft pulsating with every pump of his semen – like water through a pipe – emptying himself. Some of it gets caught in the hairs leading down from his belly button, thicker as they reach the pubic area.

His chest heaves. His hand is still around yours, looser now. But not by much. Keeping you there.

He musters the strength to look down at you again. Your eyes follow the beads of cum weeping from his tip as they cover his hand, staining the expanse of his scarred skin. He lets you go. Watches you watch the glossy beads of his release meet your hand. Warm and wet.

He’ll teach you how to take him with your mouth next time; teach you to work your tongue just how he likes it. He’ll watch you swallow all of him. He’ll forge the satisfaction of knowing that his cum will be swimming inside your stomach.

His. From the inside.

Heavy breathing; a hand tilting your chin up so your eyes meet his; a slim, crooked smile beneath his mask. He promises.

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sweetreasures · 19 days ago

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better

non-idol!yunho x fem-bodied reader

smut, usage of toys, overstimulation, gendered petnames (princess, babygirl, etc)

[minors dni, ageless blogs blocked]

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jealousy courses through yunho’s veins as natural as the blood cells that reside within them. its what drives him.

the problem? yunho is jealous of everything. your phone screen for being the first thing your beautiful eyes look at in the morning. your plushies for being the ones you hold the tightest at night. good luck to any man that dared perceive you at a bar, though his face will never give away whether the night would end with him beating down a complete stranger or fucking you stupid into the mattress.

yunho would be jealous of his own hands had they not been attached to his body. he watches your face distort as he pumps the toy inside of you, picking up speed as the slick from your eager pussy allows him to glide faster. it shouldn’t be this easy, yunho thinks to himself, but your moans grow louder and your breathing more erratic—you’re close.

yunho scoffs, just loud enough for you to hear over your desperate panting.

it had started out a simple punishment. the two of you had gone to visit his friends on a casual outing. nothing more than dinner at san’s place and a movie while you all gathered inside the living room. yunho had you positioned on his lap as the couch and armchairs quickly filled up with occupants. dinner was amazing (courtesy of wooyoung) and the movie was just interesting enough to capture everyone’s attention.

everyone except mingi, who had become notably preoccupied with the way your skirt rode up to reveal the plump midsection of your thighs.

and yunho, who couldn’t help but notice his friend noticing.

he knew you weren’t at fault, but he couldn’t resist the opportunity to teach you a lesson, anyway.

“you’re gonna cum already? just from this toy?” he growls into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and straight to the sensitive nerve endings on the tip of your raw clit. the rabbit attached to your dildo maintained a constant, rhythmic vibration around the bud. yunho’s mouth waters, eager to hold you on his tongue and treat himself to your delicious juices, but he can’t let you know this. the sheer display of dominance and control is what turned you onto him in the first place. if you knew how easily he too could get pussydrunk simply from your wetness dripping down his chin…

“p-please, yunho. let-let me cum. need to.”

yunho feigns a sad expression, lip jutting out in an adorable pout. “ya sure? princess might be too sensitive for daddy’s cock…”

“no…won’t…” you struggle to find the words amidst the pleasure.

“no can do, princess.” his other hand kneads at your supple breast, threatening to leave a visible bruise with his grip. “can’t cum now. you don’t want to spoil your appetite, do you?”

you shake your head furiously, much to his delight. he positions the dildo upwards ever so slightly into the bumpy flesh of your walls, applying pressure in a way that made your breath hitch and a whine escape from your throat. a skill he picked up and developed throughout the year and a half you two had been together.

he knows you’re going to cum regardless of his permission; at this point, your eyes had retreated to the back of your head and your jaw laid slack, revealing your soft pink tongue and the droll glistening against your cheek. you were completely thoughtless, your only concern being the high that burned at your core and felt more inevitable by the second. he leaned forward, sending the toy deeper inside you. cautiously, he decreased the movement of his hand to kiss you, wanting to at least feel your plush lips against his before his fingers sent you crashing.

he moans into the kiss; he knows his affirmative sounds drive you just as crazy as his body. your hips—which had to begun to take up their own tempo in the absence of yunho’s stimulation—begin to stutter and he feels your back tense up against his chest as your arms tremble.

you’re holding it in. despite how every single part of you screams out to yunho that you want to release right then and there.

yunho chuckles, clear of your intentions though you were too embarrassed to vocalize them yourself. “did i scare you?”

“wan’ your cock too, daddy. don’t wanna s-spoil…fuck…” you pause momentarily, tightening your core to chase away the wave that hung over you. he smiles, satisfied with this answer and the huge boost it dealt to his ego. he shouldn’t even have complained in the first place, of course the silicon fictitious penis in his grasp would never measure up to the veiny, stunning beauty hidden within his boxers. you would never pass up a chance to ride yourself dumb and drench his stomach in your slick.

so, he decided, you had suffered enough. slowly, he removed the toy from your gasping hole. the matte pink finish coated with a whiteish slime and the intoxicating scent of you. he brought the toy up to his mouth and licked a stripe down the side, flicking his tongue off the tip as he collected your secretions. he kissed you again, the two of you sharing in the aftermath of your punishment and anticipating the bliss of your reward.

“you were right,” you exhaled, throwing your shaking legs around yunho’s hips and teasing the tip of his cock with your slick folds. “i do taste good.”

“aren’t i always right, babygirl?” yunho smirks. and you both know it to be true, as the combination of his cock finally filling you up and the suction of his mouth around your hardened nipples sends you spiraling into orgasm within minutes. he held onto your waist tightly as you collapsed into him, sending you both falling to the mattress.

he’s still fucking into you, despite the way your body jerks with each thrust as it sends your overstimulated core into overdrive. instinctively, you try to escape from his grasp. “yunho-shit. oh, fuck. fuck. baby, hold on. mm think i need to p-pee.”

your words muffled in yunho’s ears. the newfound confidence he obtained from having made you release so quickly was enough to excite him, and now he was after his own high. he held you against his chest, your hands mindlessly grasping at his flesh as another orgasm built up inside your core. he groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing around his girth, the grip of your pussy catapulting him into his own orgasm. you relaxed into his body, the urge to urinate no longer concerning you as your brain took on a new objective. the fullness inside your core began to dissipate as your second release arrived, your head too fuzzy at the thought of being pumped full of your loving boyfriend’s seed to notice the growing wet sensation against your ass. yunho jolting up on your shared bed was enough to pull you back down to earth, though. as he stared down at his lap, your cheeks began to warm with a slight blush.

“did you just squirt?”

you shrug sheepishly.

“fuck.”

not in the entire duration of your relationship had you ever done anything like this. yunho’s chest burned with pride—no dildo on this planet could ever make you feel as good as he can, and this just proved it.

you had hardly finished gathering your own thoughts (and yunho had hardly finished painting your walls with his load) before he flipped you over onto your back, positioning his semi-hard cock back at your entrance.

“do you want to try that again?”

(end)

A/N: extremely horny rn but now isn’t the right time. so im essentially masturbating by typing all of this out while waiting to leave for a doctors appointment.

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flowmorepump · 4 months ago

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There are now two main kinds of ship cooling systems. Raw Water Pumps and Sea Water Pump are the two types of cooling. The cooling system aboard ships is the foremost important system. There must be a safe method for removing useless heat from large containers. The primary engine, backup engines, and other tools produce this heat. Water cooling pumps form the core of every ship's cooling system. Water is delivered to all of the engine room's sections via these pumps. The extra heat they release is removed by it.

Pumps that cool water stop overheating. They boost the life of the machinery. Additionally, they make the ship safe for all passengers. Efficiency is important in ship cooling. The plus side is that the performance of newer cooling systems is superb. They work as smoothly as they can. Each of these systems has benefits. Now, let's explore it more closely.

Sea Water Pump Overview

Seawater pumps are more traditional than Raw Water Pumps. Nowadays, even so, many ships still make use of it. Utilizing seawater, seawater cooling systems remove useless heat from engine room components.

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comatosebunny09 · 4 months ago

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— cw: kidnapping, torture, sedatives, abuse, mentions of r*pists, p*dos, & murder, angst, helplessness, heavy subject matter all around, language, mdni

— notes: a continuation of this blurb. something a little darker than what i usually write. please be mindful that there's some heavy stuff ahead. if i forgot to tag anything, please let me know in the comments. thank you for reading!

— now playing: dusty room - evgeny grinko

An insistent dripping draws you from the inky embrace of unconsciousness.

It always does. It’s been your alarm clock for the past…three days? Four? Week? You’re not sure anymore. Time moves differently when you’re in captivity, and your mind is constantly invaded and warped.

At first, you could glean the passage of time by the moon or sunlight seeping through the small window in the corner—your captors had shoved you into a spacious room of rotting metal walls and only one entry point. It reeked of mildew and sweat, and you’d nothing but the creak of metal and that ceaseless dripping sound to keep you company.

But your senses are no longer reliable. They’ve poked around your mind so much that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to gauge the difference between reality and fiction.

Only a few things remain constant during your stay here: the henchman of the day comes in to administer you a dose of something potent with a syringe. Something to ease the ache of your limbs, to curb the hunger gnarling in your gut. But it’s also to keep your Evol tucked in the furthest reaches of your mind. To keep you at their mercy.

Next, two more men trickle in, sinisterly laughing as they deprive you of food and warmth and keep you lucid. And one of them constantly probes your mind, manipulating it to see and experience things that aren’t always real. Dredging up memories you had compartmentalized after taking up this new life, furthering your torment.

You would be impressed—their ability is almost on par with yours and would certainly make a man clad in red and black whistle with appreciation—if you weren’t already clinging to your sanity by a thread.

Your captors have been surprisingly generous, only hitting you a few times when you get mouthy. You’d once heard them say to each other they had to keep you alive long enough to lure your boss from the shadows. Still, you’re sometimes their human punching bag, suspended from the ceiling by chains rubbing your wrists and ankles raw.

They learned their lesson when they first brought you to this prison. When you’d called them pussies and, with what little strength you could muster, took three of them down before they subdued you with stun batons and a heavier dosage of whatever cocktail they’d been pumping you with.

Each time they enter, they ask you more questions. Interrogate you about Sylus and the inner workings of Onychinus. Splash you with frigid water to wake you, inject more serum, and sink their claws into your psyche when you display an inkling of resistance. All in an attempt to bring you to the brink of insanity. To break you.

You’re a little worse for wear. Bruised and battered. It hurts to breathe when the medicine wears off. You’re constantly shivering, constantly blacking out. You’re sure they’ve shattered a rib or two. And you haven’t much strength left, stripped of nourishment and proper blood circulation for God knows how long.

You have one good eye, the other swollen shut from their previous assault. Your lips keep splitting, so goddamn dry. They could’ve done much worse. Could’ve violated you in unspeakable ways. So you’re grateful the illusions are seemingly their most potent form of torture.

No matter how many levels of hell your captors subject you to, you don’t cave. You’re still as haughty as ever. Piss them off whenever you can, fighting back with your tongue in a way that your body can’t. Anything to distract you from the unyielding torment and pain. From your thoughts creeping in, from your mortality looming over your shoulders.

“He won’t come for me,” you bitterly laugh each time your captors taunt you. “He doesn’t care about me. You’ve got the wrong person.” To which they heckle like hyenas, looking at you as if you’ve said the most absurd thing.

They tell you you are the right person. That it’s only a matter of time before your ‘boyfriend’ comes sniffing you out. You’re more valuable than any treasure, any amount of money. But you always push those words to the back burner. Those empty attempts to give you a flicker of hope.

He’s subjected you to danger numerous times before. Thrown you to the wolves on several occasions. What makes this time any different?

One thought reigns supreme in your mind each time they torture you. Each time they fill your head with trickery, visions of him, and memories of past misdeeds.

If he wanted to save you, he would’ve already come.

The truth hurts, but it’s somehow comforting. Sylus will never find you like this. Never see how far you’ve fallen from grace, breaking apart at the seams, slowly succumbing to the cold and delirium. He’s got more important things to worry about—more important people to occupy his mind.

You’re disposable. You’ve known this from the start.

The notion only rooted itself deeper the moment a certain Hunter disturbed the monotony of your lives.

It was merely a matter of time before one of Onychinus’ most revered assassins was wiped out.

In a way, your captors are doing Sylus a favor, ridding him of your presence so he doesn’t have to lift a finger to do it himself. You’ve always worried he would no longer find a use for you. Knew you couldn’t always be at his side. And now that he has someone else to play his bait, to bat their lashes at him and tug at those little heartstrings, you know you don’t stand a chance.

Savagely, you laugh, your face turned up at the silvery moonbeams sinking in through the window. And it hurts, your throat dry like it’s been rubbed with sandpaper. Unbidden tears scorch down the sides of your face. Whether they’re heralded in from agony or hysteria, you don’t know.

Your solitude in this room is as much of a reprieve as it is a cage. Sure, you’re free to collect what little coherent thoughts you have left before your captors are back at it, shocking you to hell and tearing your mind at the seams. But you’re also left with nothing to do but stew in thoughts of your inevitable demise.

Maybe this is your punishment. All the lives you’ve taken. All the innocents you displaced when you were a fiery-eyed killer fueled by rage and fear. Murdering coldly, killing because you were told—forced—to.

No matter how far you ran, the past always snuck up on you. But shielded beneath Sylus’ wings, you were able to delay its descent onto your shoulders.

Sylus had taken you away from it all. Redirected your ire, your revenge, onto the scourge of humanity. No longer were you a gun for hire, taking out high-profile figures because your very life depended on it. No. Instead, you wiped the most vile men from the face of the planet. Pedophiles, rapists, murderers. And you supposed that served as enough repentance for your life before.

Still, no amount of justification will support what you’ve done. What you continue to do. And all for the love of a man who will never see you as more than a rook. A chess piece, lazily dragging across the board for use at his disposal.

The single door to your prison groans open, dispelling the nebula of your thoughts as a blinding stream of light pours in. You wince against its brilliance, your bruised lips canting up in a sardonic smile.

Once the new presence clears the entryway, a shock of white greets you. And it’s followed by a wash of scarlet, moving through the bleariness. You huff a painful laugh as the figure nears you, agony swelling in your chest. This trick again. Weren’t they getting bored of using it?

Finding your voice, you grit out, “You’ve tried this one already. It’s getting old. Gonna have to do better than that.”

But your tormenter doesn’t err in their steps. Instead, they hasten their approach until the warmth they carry wades over your skin. And through the dank scent of your entrapment, you make out familiar notes of amber and sandalwood. As convincing as the illusions have been lately, they’ve never smelled this vivid before.

Searing hands curve around your cheeks. Angle your head back until your vision fills with red. Red eyes nestled beneath brows knotted with anguish. Pink lips parted with the effort of breathing. As you fully take in your tormenter’s harrowed features, you slowly realize that maybe you’re not hallucinating this time. And a thick film of tears washes over your good eye, the world blurring and bending.

“You’re getting better at this,” you sob-slash-laugh, still disbelieving. There’s no way he could be the real thing. There’s just—

—no way. Could he? Could it…

Suddenly, the metal chains of your shackles rattle and loosen. And you’re freefalling, loose-limbed and weightless, heading for the ground along with your restraints. But a pair of virile arms spread like wings beneath you, cradling you against a rigid chest, and a ferocious heart beats a war cadence beneath your cheek as you press further into it.

Weakened by your time in captivity, you feel something prodding around inside your head. Something warm and feather-light creeps through the folds of your mind, chasing away the darkness. It’s a voice—an inherently masculine voice reverberating in your head, working like a soothing balm over your psyche.

I’ve got you, it soothes, dulling the ache in your bones, the maelstrom in your head. And its familiarity is enough to bring a smile to your lips. More tears pour in rivulets down your cheeks, and you cling to the silk of his shirt, unconsciousness pulling you under. He came for you. He really—he actually—

—came.

And as you succumb to fatigue, hypothermia, and hunger, two sentences pierce through the darkness like a lighthouse beaconing through the storm.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all.”

#tw: kidnapping #tw: torture #tw: abuse #sylus x reader #sylus x you #sylus angst #sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus qin #lnds sylus #l&ds sylus #limerence maybe

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sebastianstanisahotmf · 1 month ago

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Happy Birthday

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

A/N As always likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Also if anyone knows someone who would be willing to make me collages for a couple character masterlists it would be greatly appreciated! xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH

Summary it's Buckys Birthday. That's it.

WC - 369

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, smut, unprotected sex, overstimulation, squirting, Bucky Barnes, let me know if I've missed anything!

Bucky's thrusts are slow, but hard. Each slap of his hips against yours is a reminder of the long night you've shared.

Hickeys cover your body from your ankles to your jaw, a sign of Bucky's gratitude. Maybe this isn't what you expected when you were waiting for Bucky on your bed in his favourite set of lingerie. Maybe you were kidding yourself.

Either way, you are at the point where you're just accepting what Bucky gives you. It's not a surprise after seven orgasms from yourself and three from Bucky, leaving both of you sensitive and in a place where pain and pleasure meld together.

You let out a strangled moan as you near another orgasm, the pain almost too much with the sensitivity of your puffy folds, sloppy with a mixture of yours and Bucky's cum.

"Aww I know doll, just one more for me, yeah?" Bucky roughly whispers into your ear, in between gruff moans.

You nod faintly and try to respond but it just turns into a squeal, causing Bucky to chuckle lowly.

"C'mon babydoll, I got you, just let go" he whispers.

Your back arches and you moan louder than you ever have before as he reaches his vibranium hand down to rub your puffy, raw pearl to push you over the edge. You fall head first into an eye-watering orgasm which takes over your body, your back arches and you gasp from the intensity.

Bucky whines when he feels you squirt over his sensitive cock and shaking thighs. It only takes a few more thrusts until he's coming too, his legs shaking as he groans into your neck, his cum pumping into you rope after rope.

After a few minutes of panting and holding you close, Bucky pulls back with a hiss. He chuckles and wipes away your tears.

"'was s'pposed to let you relax," you slur.

"I am relaxed, doll" Bucky mumbles, his chest vibrating against yours.

"Happy birthday darlin'" you mumble and press a kiss to his cheek.

"happy birthday to me indeed" Bucky pauses before a mischievous grin makes its way onto his face, "now I've just got to top this for your birthday"

"fuck... don't think I'd survive that"

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Taglist: @nicoline1998enilocin @buck-star @kenzs-world @hisredheadedgoddess28 @kandis-mom @sergeantbarnessdoll @emerald-writes

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dollbrbie · 7 days ago

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sighh just thinking about baecation sex on the beach with olderbf!gojo.

satoru gojo loves taking you on baecations every other month to beautiful, tropical countries where your skin can drown in the sun and your feet can soak in the salty water at the beach.

and whilst satoru loves fucking you already and can only describe it as paradise, what could be better than fucking you in actual paradise?

with a towel laid beneath you, satoru loves to find himself on top of you, playing at the strings of your bikini with a pretty, but cheeky smirk on his face as he tells you how beautiful you look, how much he wants to just rip this tiny bikini right off.

“so.. do it.”, you giggle.

oh, and he does, leaving you completely bare beneath him as your skin soaks the uv rays and your perfectly manicured nails reach to run through his hair with a look of lust in your eyes.

god, you boyfriend loves it, reaching to place a hungry, but gentle kiss on your lips as his thumb rolls over your clit in a teasing manner - the usual from him. your glossy lips leave trails of quiet moans with satoru’s hardened cock now visible through his swimming shorts.

and he’s quick with it, pulling his shorts down to reveal the spring of his huge cock. you sometimes forget just how.. long this man is.

whilst still rubbing slow, teasing circles on your clit and grinning whenever he hears a needy whine from you lips, he pumps the shaft of his cock before rubbing over his tip with his thumb and lining it up with your entrance, tapping on your clit and rubbing his tip with your slick.

“y’so wet already, baby.” he laughs, “eager?”

you can help but roll your eyes at his teasing comment, mumbling a ‘shut up’ before grabbing the base of his cock and sinking it into your needy entrance.

“fuck- baby.”, he mumbles, the instant sense of pleasure sending shivers down his spine as you swallow him with ease, your walls stretching to accommodate him.

“you always take me so well..”, he whispers in your ear, rocking his hips back and forth as your head leans back and your brows furrow with pleasure.

satoru loves watching you like this, completely bare and vulnerable as your expressions remain raw. the way your eyes gloss over when his makes you feel too good, the way your brows pinch together and your eyes roll back in pleasure.

the way you suck him in is addictive as he bottoms out inside of you due to his sheer size. but, you don’t mind too much when you feel his tip kiss that sweet spot of yours, causing your back to arch and pretty whimpers to fall from you lips. the whimpers that tell satoru you’re close.

what he really loves how pretty you look when you cum. your face becomes needy and your hands reach to wrap around his neck and pull him in closer as you feel your stomach knot with pleasure, on the verge of tipping over the edge.

your hips buckle to gain more friction, desperate for your climax as you whimper out your boyfriend’s name which sends him completely over the edge. you definitely don’t realise the effect that has on him.

so, like a good boyfriend would, he picks up the pace as he leans down to place gentle kisses on your neck as he feels your walls flutter against him and eliciting a needy groan from his lips. a groan that sends butterflies to your already knotted stomach.

and with a few more thrusts, that last hit to your g-spot sends your body convulsing beneath satoru. your legs desperately shake and instinctively wrap around his waist as you pull him in closer to kiss his pretty lips and muffle the sound of your whines.

the way your lips part and your brows furrow together as your boyfriend continues to fuck you through your orgasm shoots his own climax through his veins, his tip throbbing against your walls as he rests his forehead against yours before shooting his creamy seed inside of you, leaving it to drip out of your stimulated hole.

“shit.. baby.”, he laughs with a breath before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

yeah, this is what real paradise was.

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darlingpumps · 1 year ago

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Exploring the Key Components of Effective Water Management: Raw Water Pumps

In today's world, water is a precious resource, and its effective management is vital for sustainable living and industrial processes. Raw water pumps play a crucial role in this ecosystem by facilitating the transfer of untreated water from its source to treatment plants, industrial facilities, and distribution networks. In this blog, we will explore the significance of raw water pumps, their various applications, and the technologies that make them efficient.

The Basics of Raw Water Pumps

Raw water pumps, also known as water intake pumps, are the first step in the water treatment process. They are responsible for drawing water from its source, whether it's a lake, river, well, or reservoir, and moving it to treatment plants or industrial facilities for purification and distribution. These pumps are designed to handle large volumes of water efficiently, making them essential in various industries, including agriculture, municipal water supply, power generation, and manufacturing.

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In conclusion, raw water pumps are a critical component of our water management systems, serving a variety of applications across industries. Their role in transporting untreated water from its source to treatment plants and industrial facilities is paramount for clean water supply and various processes. With ongoing advancements in technology and a commitment to sustainability, the future of raw water pumps looks promising as they continue to play a vital role in water management and environmental conservation.

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