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Hydraulic Power Market to Witness a Pronounce Growth During 2021 To 2031

The hydraulic power market size was valued at $13.7 billion in 2021, and the hydraulic power market is estimated to reach $24.1 billion by 2031, growing at a CAGR of 5.8% from 2022 to 2031. Hydraulic power is a vital part of a hydraulic system as it can generate a significant quantum of power to initiate almost any type of hydraulic ram. They draw power using Pascal’s law, i.e., through ratios of area and pressure. The hydraulic power industry includes applications such as machine tools, aerospace test equipment, automation systems, meat processing machinery, mobile equipment, rolling mill machinery, and material handling equipment. Also, they are applied in agricultural equipment, paper mill machinery, oil exploration, oil spill clean-up equipment, industrial process, marine equipment, construction equipment, and theatrical & production equipment.

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The rise in construction and increase in production capacities of oil fields coupled with a surge in stress on the agricultural sector is projected to drive the demand for hydraulic equipment. It has witnessed considerable growth in the past decades since its implementation in hydraulic machinery. The rise in demand for these machinery and rapid industrialization across the globe are the factors expected to foster the growth of the hydraulic power market. However, an increase in demand for alternative power systems such as electromechanical and electric drives with efficient clean, and shorter lead times are some of the factors hampering the hydraulic power market growth.

Hydraulic power consists of various components, such as a hydraulic motor and pump, reservoir/accumulators, and other accessories, such as filters, valves, tubes, regulators, and instruments used to monitor the performance of a hydraulic system. In 2021, there was a rapid increase in construction across the United States and Canada. The residential sector was a key driver of the increasing demand for more housing units needing hydraulic power. For instance, construction spending in the United States registered significant growth in 2021 compared to 2020. As of 2021, the average construction spending in the private sector was around USD 1230 billion and over USD 346 billion in the public sector, thus creating significant market demand for hydraulic power. Also, construction projects in Europe like Crossrail1, Crossrail2, Heathrow airport expansion, Hinkley Point C nuclear plant (UK), and Fehmarn Fixed Belt link (Denmark) are likely to increase the need for hydraulic power during the forecast period. In January 2020, there were nearly 343 pre-construction coal-powered thermal power plants worldwide. The pre-construction plants are estimated to have a capacity of around 299 GW, which may drive the hydraulic power market considerably.

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The hydraulic power market forecast is segmented on the basis of operating pressure, component, application, end-user, and region. On the basis of operating pressure of hydraulic power, the market is segmented into 0-750 PSI, 750-2000 PSI, 2000-3000 PSI, and more than 3000 PSI. On the basis of components, it is classified into power components, control components, and auxiliary components. On the basis of application, the market is divided into cutting, grinding, milling, multi-tooling, forming, rubber & plastic, handling, simulation & testing, and others. On the basis of end-use, it is segmented into mobile, industrial, and others. Region-wise, the market is studied across North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, and LAMEA. Presently, North America accounts for the largest share of the market, followed by Asia-Pacific and Europe.

The major companies profiled in this report include Bosch Rexroth AG, Brevini Fluid Power S.p.A, Nachi-Fujikoshi Corporation, Parker Hannifin Corporation, Weber Hydraulik GmbH, Hydac International GmbH, Hydro-Tek Co Ltd., Bailey International LLC, Eaton Corporation, Energy Manufacturing Company Inc., Hydromega, Branch Hydraulic Systems Ltd., Related Fluid Power Ltd., HCS Control Systems Ltd., Danfoss, Siemens AG, and Daikin Industries. The rapid development of industrialization, modernization, and investment in the development of the tourism industry has led to a surge in the construction and other sectors; which in turn has fueled the demand for hydraulic power. Additional growth strategies such as expansion of production capacities, acquisition, partnership, and research & innovation in the application of hydraulic equipment in various sectors will provide a suitable platform for the development of hydraulic power market trends.

Key findings of the study

- Japan contributes around 3.9% of the total hydraulic power market share and would exhibit a CAGR of 5.7% during 2022-2031. - South Korea contributes around 2.51% of the total market share and would exhibit a CAGR of 7.0% during 2022-2031 - As per global hydraulic power market analysis, by operating pressure, the 2000-3000 PSI segment accounted for the largest share of 46.2% in 2021. - By component, auxiliary component was the leading segment in 2021 comprising 47.6% of market share in 2021. - By application, the cutting segment occupied a market share of 27.5% and is the leading segment in 2021. - By end use, the mobile segment was the highest revenue contributor in 2021 contributing a market share of 45.2% in 2021. - By region, North America was the leading segment in 2021expected to possess a CAGR of 5.2% during 2022-2031

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COVID-19 analysis:

COVID-19 has severely impacted the global economy with devastating effects on global trade, which has simultaneously affected households, businesses, financial institutions, industrial establishments, and infrastructure companies. The novel coronavirus has affected several economies and caused lockdowns in many countries which has limited the growth of the market. The shutdown of industrial manufacturers led to a decline in the demand for solar-related equipment in most countries across the world led to a decline in the demand in the hydraulic power market. The decrease in the utilization of power in industrial facilities across the globe during the outbreak has had a negative impact on the development of the market.

After the global vaccination, the government of various countries has taken initiatives to increase the investment in the energy and transportation infrastructure. Furthermore, India's policies to make the country a world-class manufacturing hub have led to investment in the construction of airports, sea ports, and large-scale manufacturing facilities. The presence of the above-mentioned activities and changes in policies due to the outbreak of the pandemic has had a positive impact on the development of the market during the forecast period.

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Forestry Mulching Calhoun

Forestry mulching is a land clearing method that uses equipment designed to cut, grind and clear vegetation without burning or removing the topsoil layer. Instead, the vegetation is crushed in place, leaving a protective covering of mulch that will help the soil retain moisture and nutrients. The machines used to perform this service are called forestry mulchers, forest masticators or brush cutters and they come as attachments for tracked or rubber-tired tractors, skid steers or excavators. The machines resemble giant rolling pins with teeth and can chop, grind and mulch the vegetation into a finely ground form that can be easily scooped up or blown away from an area.

This type of land clearing has gained popularity among private homeowners, hunting clubs, nonprofit riparian conservation organizations and public projects that require the use of a wooded site. It is an environmentally friendly, cost effective and safe alternative to traditional land clearing methods, such as fire-driven site prep and brush burning.

The process of forestry mulching Calhoun involves using specialty equipment that turns debris from a land clearing project into an organic and natural ground covering called mulch. The mulch is created from a variety of materials, including leaves, twigs, branches and other tree and shrub trimmings. The mulch is finely ground so that it will be readily absorbed into the soil, providing nutrients and allowing new growth to take root. The mulch layer will also protect the soil from erosion and stabilize the ground, which is an important part of any land development plan.

One of the most significant advantages of forestry mulching over other types of land clearing is that the technique allows us to preserve and maintain much of the existing vegetation on your property. This will provide a habitat for wildlife, control overgrown areas and keep invasive species from overtaking your garden or yard. Forestry mulching will also allow for a quicker turnaround on clearing your land, as the machinery works more quickly and is less invasive than other removal methods.

Typically, other types of land clearing services involve heavy equipment and extensive digging to remove unwanted trees and overgrowth, resulting in erosion issues and the loss of valuable topsoil. In addition, they can be incredibly time consuming and expensive, as the land has to be extensively cleared and then rebuilt with new topsoil. Forestry mulching will eliminate the need for multiple pieces of equipment, reducing costs and labor hours on the job site. Spartan Enterprise has years of experience providing forestry mulching services for construction site preparation and improvement, correct clearance, recreational trail maintenance, and more. Click here for more details about Forestry Mulching.

[thecitysorrowbuilt]

Reparatur

The train pulls in with a breathy exhalation of dust. It is only you and your mother there on the platform, standing alone side by side as the rusty blue and white machine pulls to a grinding stop. 

Time has not been kind to this being, you precociously think as you enter. Whatever kept the trains running, it was far from contact, and it wasn’t uncommon for people to be maimed when cutting their entrance or exit windows too close.

For you this kind of travel is always a treat. Time is one of the key ingredients in a nostalgic memory, and already in your young life you’d developed a healthy nostalgia for that special dusty smell. Your feet brush the greenish carpet, sneakers triggering a mushroom cloud of ancient flecks to drift into the seeping sunlight.

Given complete pick of seats, your mother wordlessly selects a group of four a few rows in from the door, allowing you to sit across from each other. As you walk down the aisle, you notice that there is at least one other passenger already riding. 

A man sits a few rows further on, leaned back lazily in his seat, a large backpack with an axe strapped to it sitting in the seat next to him. Evidently feeling your gaze, he glances up from cleaning his nails, half-lidding eyes lazily looking back at wide childish ones. He holds your glance only a short time, then returns to what he was doing, clearly quite preoccupied with dirt removal. You keep your mouth tight shut, but when your mother and you sit you can’t hold it anymore and lean in. 

“He’s a hunter!” “No.” “He is. He has an axe!” “He’s just traveling. Like us.” You pull the corner of your mouth in tight, your mother’s taciturn demeanor prickling you. Trying to remain inconspicuous, you lean up in your seat, trying to observe the hunter more carefully. He has his hands folding now, fingers intertwined as he looks out the window. His eyes are a pale icy blue, and his dark curly hair has been cut short as if in a dispassionate hurry. Certain he’s not looking, your eyes flick to the axe, taking in the way the long curved handle points up past the top of the rucksack, and the way the small rubber cup hides the, certainly deadly sharp, blade tip. 

He’s looking at you again now. Cowed, you lower yourself back into your seat, looking to your mother to make sure she’s not preparing to admonish you. She hasn’t looked up from her book. Sinking lower still, you turn your head and lazily look out the window as the hills roll by. The sun dances teasingly on the water’s surface in the distance, catching on stray bits of metal or concrete that protrude. 

A real hunter. Here. Does that mean the book might be close by? 

[vjinstruments]

Ball mill: A major player in pharmaceutical production

Ball Mill In Pharmaceutics :

The Ball mill operates on the principle of impact and attrition. In this, Impact occurs between fast moving balls and the powder material while the attrition mode comes in action when the hollow cylinder rotates on its longitudinal axis. All is occurs at low speed and the balls roll over each other.

Ball Mill is grinder equipment used in the pharmacy to reduce the particle size of active and excipient materials.

Pharmaceutical Ball Mill is a type of grinder used to grind & blend materials, while manufacturing various dosages forms. The size reduction is done by impact as the balls drop from near the top of the shell. Ball mills are used primarily for single-stage fine grinding, regrinding, and as the second stage in two-stage grinding circuits. According to the need ball mill can be either for wet or dry designs.  

Uses Of Ball Mill -

Ball mill is used for the milling of pigments and insecticides for industrial purposes.

Stainless steel balls are preferred for the production of ophthalmic and parental products.

Ball milling has been shown effective for the production of amorphous materials.

Advantages -

The capacity and fitness can be adjusted by adjusting the diameter of the ball.

It is suitable for both wet dry grinding.

It is Suitable for both batch and continuous operation.

Easy to maintain and manage. 

Disadvantages -

Slow process.

Difficult to clean the machine.

Not suitable for sticky products.

Heavy equipment so very high one time capital investment.

Not suitable for sensitive and flammable substances.

Ball Mill Machine :

Ball mills Machines are commonly used for crushing and grinding materials into an extremely fine form. The ball mill contains a hollow cylindrical shell that rotates about its axis. This cylinder is filled with balls that are made of stainless steel or rubber to the material contained in it.

A ball mill is a type of grinder used in mineral dressing processes, paints, pyrotechnics, ceramics, and selective laser sintering to grind or blend materials. It operates on the idea of impact and attrition: as the balls fall from close to the top of the shell, size reduction is accomplished by impact.

Uses Of Ball Mill Machine -

Ball mill is the key equipment for grinding after the crushing process, which is widely used in the manufacture industries, such as cement, silicate, new building material, refractory material, fertilizer, ferrous metal, nonferrous metal and glass ceramics and can be used for the dry and wet grinding for all kinds of ores and other grind-able materials.

Advantages -

It can be used for continuous operation.

It produces very fine powder.

It is suitable for both wet and dry grinding. 

Disadvantages -

Bulky size.

 Lower Capacity.

Laboratory Ball mill :

Ball mills is an engineering device used to grind metal, rock, & other materials into fine powder. It consists of a horizontal axle, a rating shaft & a vertical sifter screen. The horizontal axle is connected to power sources & holds the body of the mill.

Laboratory Ball Mill is primarily designed for grinding pigments. The material is ground at a specific speed by using a specific quantity of grinding media (steel balls) for a specific period. The equipment is used for making the ground cement samples in the laboratory. Apart from the cement industry, it is also used in the paint, plastic, granite and tile industries. The equipment is provided with a revolution counter for recording the revolutions.

Advantages -

Cost of installation is low.

Cost of power required is low.

Suitable for batch as well as continuous operation.

Disadvantages -

 A ball mill is slow & costly way to produce certain materials.

It is very noisy machine.

Soft, fibrous material cannot be milled by ball mill.

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Roll Form Cut & Seal Foil Sealing Machine Manufacturers

Manufacturers of roll cut & seal foil sealing machines offer a range of machines to meet the needs of a variety of industries. These machines can be used for a range of packaging needs, including plastic, glass and tin containers. They are designed to make securing packaging materials easy and fast. They are also compatible with automatic packaging lines.

Aluminum stamping machines are ideal for small to medium production units. These machines have multiple features, including the ability to print labels on the seals to promote brand awareness and improve product quality. They also feature a high efficiency, high quality variable drive motor and automatic induction sealing.

The machines are available in horizontal and vertical models and are equipped with adjustable forming boxes and rubber rollers. Their versatility allows them to be used for a range of consumer goods, while the machines are also made from a wide range of materials. Most of the machines can be customized, with manufacturing options ranging from assembly and drilling to grinding, welding and heat treating.

When it comes to choosing a machine, it is vital to consider the volume of products you will be sealing. For example, a pre-cut stamp may be better suited to a small production volume, while a roll-form machine may be better suited to large, mass production. Source: https://autopackmachine.livejournal.com/11810.html

[futianroller]

Rubber Roller Coating Process

In general, rubber roller coating process refers to that the rubber roller factory cover the roller core with rubber and then vulcanized, polished, etc. According to the customer's requirements, the rubber roller is machined to the required size, hardness, color, etc. The rubber roller coating process involves the following processes:

1. Cleaning rubber roller core: If the rubber roll core is a new one, the oil stain on the rubber roller core surface should be cleaned with cleaning agent; If it is an old rubber roll core, the outside layer of the old rubber roller should be removed before cleaning the remaining rubber on the core surface with cleaning agent.

2. Roughening surface treatment on the rubber roller core: The purpose of making roughening surface treatment is to increase the bonding area between the surface of the rubber roll core and the coated rubber, which can make sure that the rubber coating is stably covered on the roller core.

3. Sand blasting processing: After roughening surface treatment on the rubber roller core, rubber roller factory will select different kinds of sand to do sandblasting according to the different material of the roller core. The sandblasting processing is to make the surface of rubber roller rougher, and the bonding between the rubber and the roller core will be better.

4. Rubber coating: The rubber will be extruded on to the roller core after the above treatment. Different coating rubber can meet different requirements. For example, natural rubber coated roller has good ink resistance, polyurethane rubber roller has good wear resistance and pressure resistance, and rubber roller with silicone coating appears to have good high temperature resistance.  

5. Roller vulcanizing: It generally takes 10-15 hours for the rubber roller to be vulcanized. After vulcanization, the covered rubber and the core of the rubber roller will be bonded closely.

6. Rubber roller polishing: The rubber rolls need to be polished according to the size required by the customer.

After the above processes, the rubber roller coating process is completed. Then the rubber rollers will be further machined, such as cnc turning, grooved, grinding, according to the customer’s requirements.

If you need custom made rubber covered roller, FUTIAN ROLLER is on hand to offer you any help.

[bokugaos]

msby main 5! strapping you to a sybian <33

tw — gangbang, sybian, restraints, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, facefucking, gagging, blow jobs (m. receiving)

your chest is heaving as you calm down from another orgasm. how many times have they pushed your body to the edge? you’re.. you’re not sure anymore.

it is difficult to focus on it when all you have to go on is the spasming of your muscles which haven’t quite stopped around the third time they were teased into contracting until you bit your tongue almost bloody.

your thighs are shaking, trying to push against the bonds keeping you on the infernal thrumming seat, but you’re weak. you can’t do anything but have your whole weight on the sybian, pushing the vibe in deeper. its humming against you is making you go cross-eyed. it is aching now. definitely aching.

“p… please stop.. it’s enough, right?” you try. you don’t talk back to them most of the time and there is no use in getting upset now. they have been ignoring all your pleadings since you were woken up by your first orgasm.

you think it was your first. you’re not so sure anymore.

you’re not sure how they even managed to drag you from your bedroom to wherever this is without you being aware of anything.

they have their face turned towards you but are not reacting one way or another. you’re not sure they are even listening to you. meian has a remote in his fist with which he uses to manipulate the speed and intensity of the toy you are sitting on, but he hasn’t changed anything in a while.

as your muscles start failing you, you are forced to sit on the base of the vibe they pushed into your asshole, making it vibrate with the sybian. you feel yourself going cross-eyed, your belly muscles clenching pathetically as all those sweet little nerves in your entrance are being stimulated.

you’re not used to this. not at all.

bokuto likes to stick his cock up your ass every once in a while as atsumu’s got you bouncing on his cock or when you’re riding his face, but...

shit. you can already feel another one coming. your toes are curling to the point of spasming muscle pains. you try to gather yourself enough to regain some control over your thighs, but there is nothing to be done about it. your body is failing you.

someone moves. you raise your head by a mere inch, just enough to see sakusa come closer towards you.

you stare at him with teary eyes as you start sagging to one side on the saddle you’re strapped on. there’s no way for you to slip off this infernal thing.

you watch as sakusa begins to open his pants, his cock springing free, which he shows off to you. he curls a hand around it and gives it a few pumps, the slick red head is pointed right at your face.

he waits for a moment, as if to give you some time to take in the beauty of his dick after leaving you all alone with the sybian for this long, then reach out and fist fingers in your hair.

you are pulled forward, and you open your mouth without a token protest. tears are at the corners of your eyes as you look up at his torso, your own body on fire as you try to fight against yet another orgasm. you hiccup noisily with the cock still in your mouth, your fingers flexing and clenching into tight, big fists again.

it’s a fucking sight, it is, watching sakusa feed his thick cock into your mouth, and watching your eyelashes flutter in contentment and your pussy gushing some more.

about a half an hour ago, you may have still had a chance of getting into heaven. that has officially gone out of the window.

sakusa is staring down at you without expression. there is no sound coming forth. no reaction. you suckle and play your tongue across the tip, but he is simply staring down at him, not moving one way or another, letting you fuck your mouth on his cock while you try so very hard not to come.

you’ve taken as much of sakusa’s cock as you can into your mouth, but he’s still barely showing you any reaction. instead, he motions for hinata to come closer. and once the latter is kneeling next to you, he takes his hand and presses it to your abdomen and pushes down, forcing you at a different angle.

your eyes fly open and you groan around sakusa’s cock, grinding your hips down on the rubber dick in earnest now.

“good girl,” the curly-haired murmurs, almost absentmindedly. you catch the way hinata’s cock twitches at that, although the man is focused on seeing your eyes water up, whether it’s from the cock in your throat or the praise, he doesn’t know.

you keen in the back of your throat and sakusa throws his head back at the vibrations it sends up his shaft.

he loses control of his hips for a moment and thrusts shallowly into your mouth. your knuckles go whiter where they’re gripped onto the sybian.

“should we turn the speed up?” hinata says, voice lower than you’ve heard it in a while.

sakusa looks down and nods right as you hear atsumu chimes in, “yeah? i bet she’s gonna like that.”

you look up through your eyelashes, tears streaming down the sides of your face. god, you’re a sight like this, with your mouth stuffed full of cock and holding onto the vibrating machine like your life fucking depends on it. you look desperate and like you will come any minute. you keep yourself awake as best you can and take sakusa down further as if to emphasize it.

spit and precum drip off your chin and onto the machine you’re straddling every time you move your tongue, trying your best to make sakusa come even though you fear you might lose all control of your body once you reach another climax. and you’re so close.

you feel like you’re not going to live through another orgasm.

the machine slows down and your eyes roll to the back of your head, momentarily satiated. sakusa steps away, and you use this opportunity to catch your breath, until you realize with a jerk that you have to try to move away. the machine keeps buzzing on a low hum beneath you. your skin is damp with sweat as hinata strokes over the curve of your thigh and runs his fingers through the thatch of your curls with a smile. "you must be so sensitive right now."

your mouth curves in an exhausted smile in hopes of igniting pity in him as you shift on the sybian, trying and failing to lessen the stimulation.

and then meian kicks the dial, turning it to full power.

your eyes fly open and your mouth opens in a violent scream. your back bow dramatically and you come in an instant, continually making loud, wailing noises somewhere between screams and cries. it looks like someone reaches inside you and pulls the few weak spurts of cum out of you. it looks painful.

you’re whimpering and crying, cunt still gushing, but you manage to speak. “n-no… more, p-please..!” your words are incredibly slurred and you can’t open your eyes, but you’re conscious enough to form a sentence. you sob, moving weakly on the rubber cock still buried inside your ass like you can’t help it.

even after what you just said, you still seem to want it, that or your body isn’t even listening to your brain anymore.

you’re positively sobbing, but they’ve never seen you this desperate, it seems hypnotizing.

you’re a writhing mess, looking like you want nothing more than to just fucking come so they’ll stop. actually, that curling in your stomach is eerily familiar.

“alright, my turn,” bokuto says, and at the sound of his voice you drag your eyes open and manage to tilt your head downward to hide yourself. bokuto is standing over you with his hips to your face, and his cock is a fucking mess, red and twitching, coated in cum and precum.

he softly cards his fingers through your hair. you look up at him through your lashes, and tears webbed in them that catches the light. he pitches his hips forward, getting you even messier than you already are as you slobber all over his cock.

you moan in frustration, a distressed sound. you probably can’t even feel the vibrations at this setting after how long you’ve been on it by now. you’re crying in earnest, not just tears from taking bokuto’s cock but actual, real, fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

sweat drips down your chest and mixes with the now dried cum on your lower abdomen. you’re in absolute hysterics, bucking down on the light vibrations like you want to get away, and you keep chanting pleas for them to show you mercy, and you’re not even sure if you want them to.

“one more, sweet girl, you’re gonna be so good for us,” meian decides, moving for the dial and turning it up again, notch by notch.

it is all an uphill battle, of course. one you are destined to lose. you sob when your aching body starts spasming once more, your hole clenching around the unfamiliar thick presence spreading you open, body convulsing and out of your control as tears stream down your cheeks and the air freezes in your lungs.

your back curves the opposite direction, sending you hunching forward. your scream is muffled, sweat drips down your face and the side of your mouth, which is still stretched around bokuto’s cock. meian turns the dial once more, and then a final time. you squeak, like there’s so much pressure in your lungs that’s all that could escape, your entire body is twitching violently.

you think bokuto is at least pulling his cock out of your throat for the duration. you’re not entirely sure. everything goes dark around him as you spasm in your orgasm.

[how-masterful]

31 FICS OF FRIGHT

DAY 2- THE GUILTY PARTY

Simm!Master x Reader

Prompt: Party

Notes: Day two and we’re still on schedule! I also believe this is the first Simm master fic i’ve ever posted. Welcome to the club! Enjoy! (Also perhaps the smallest notes i’ve ever written. Maybe i’ll start putting jokes in here.)

Warnings: None

The Master leant against the TARDIS, wearing a typical frown.

He raked his eyes over the exterior of the club, arms folded in his stance, before glancing at his watch. 

The time read 3:07 am. You said you’d be done by 3.

The Master had been more than gracious when he’d allowed you to go to your old friend's Halloween party- usually he found any reason to excuse himself away from Earth. But you’d begged and pleaded for a pit stop, claiming he didn't even have to attend with you. The whole time travel thing was still new to you, especially in the permanent form it took now you’d moved into the TARDIS and committed to a relationship, instead of the on off adventures and painful flirting. He’d suspected you’d gotten a little home sick, after several months of excitement. 

Typical, and on a good day understandable.

But as the Master stood in the freezing cold, waiting for you to arrive, he found it remarkably annoying.

“Why do they always have to be human, these companions?”

He muttered to the TARDIS, the machine (which had cloaked itself into an old red telephone box, perhaps in her own mocking costume of her sister) wheezing in reply.

“I don't care, it could be the best party on earth. 3 means 3.”

The TARDIS groaned, and the Master rolled his eyes.

“Don’t give me all that. Right-”

He checked his watch once again. 3:10 AM.

“This is ridiculous.”

With a huff, the Master pushed himself from the edge of the TARDIS, storming his way towards the club entrance. A large bouncer wearing devil horns stood at the door, flanked by another wearing an angel halo. The angel stuck out an arm as the Master approached, blocking him from the front door.

“Hold on, mate. Rules of the night: No costume, no getting in.”

The Master sighed, fisting his hands into his pockets.

“I am in costume.”

The devil smirked, tilting his head.

“Oh yeah, what are you supposed to be?”

Oh, the things the Master did for you. He put on his best casual voice, regretting every part of this stupid Halloween party.

“I’m that prime minister from a few years back, Harold Saxon.”

The guards stood together, tilting their heads before squinting and looking closer at the Masters face.

“Oh yeah… bloody hell.” The angel offered. The devil laughed, looking closer. The Master smiled, tinged with murder as he invaded his personal space.

“Tell you what mate- either that's a weird resemblance, or you’re cracking at makeup.”

“In you go, Mr Saxon.”

The Master hummed sarcastically, smile immediately falling as he passed through the doors, the bouncers laughing to each other behind him as he disappeared into the dark.

Instantly club music assaulted his hears, the place covered head to toe in strobe lights, streamers, and cheap party decor. Cardboard skeletons, crepe paper banners, rubber bats, the Master sneered at the drunken partygoers amongst it all- stumbling around in even cheaper, skimpier costumes, grinding to obnoxious techno remixes of relatively decent old songs. Not every song needed dubstep and a bass drop, he grumbled internally.

He headed towards the dance floor, passing a buffet of picked over party favours and a bar offering sickly themed shots. Trick or treat tequila slammers? Just the thought made his stomach churn. 

Not that the Master couldn't handle his liquor, he just thought it rather tacky.

The floor lit up in checkerboard fashion, groups of people dancing on top as the neon green and purple lights pelted across the room. He scanned over the crowd, searching for the most tolerable human in the room, when his gaze finally landed upon your form. You hadn’t allowed him to see your costume, hiding it in a bag as you excitedly skipped out of the TARDIS, but the Master had been morbidly curious. He gaped at the sight of you, mouth dropping open slightly.

You’d dressed yourself in a tight latex playsuit, prison stripes across your chest, a handcuff belt at your middle. Glittering fishnets up your legs, dark kohl across your eyes, number on your back, and a sparkling red lip- you’d dressed yourself as the perfect prisoner. The Master dared to almost gawp.

Instead, he made his way across the floor, passing through clusters of dancers before making his way behind your back. You gasped at the feeling of a hand on your bicep, ready to yell at whatever creep had decided to try, when you gasped at the appearance of the Master. You stumbled in your heels slightly as you felt him begin to pull you away from your fun.

“Master, what the hell?!”

“You’re late, and I'm on earth! Now C’mon!”

“Aw, Master please!”

The Master sighed, pausing in his trek to pull you close to his chest.

“Give and take, sweetheart. I gave you the night off, now I'm taking you home.”

“But what if I want to stay and party?”

The Master narrowed his eyes. You weren't drunk, but you were slightly tipsy, wobbling in your heels. He evaluated his options- but between the pulsating music, blinding lights and your puppy dog expression, he found it hard to focus. He looked you up and down once more. Suddenly, he found his way in.

“Then i’ll have to arrest you.”

“What?-”

Before you could fully question him, the Master had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder, carrying you through the club and back towards the exit. You squealed, unable to hide your giggles as you kicked your legs. Fine, you’d join his game.

“No, don't arrest me! Partying hard isn't a crime!”

“You have the right to remain silent, sweets. I suggest you use it.”

“I want my lawyer!”

You squealed once again as the palm of the Master's hand crashed into your ass cheek in a swift spank, a hiccup pulling itself from your throat.

“I’m being framed! Not Guilty! Judge!”

The Master carried you out the front door of the club, the angel and devil nodding as he headed out towards the phone booth. You laughed heartily as he kicked open the front door, your giggles disappearing into the TARDIS. 

The bouncers curiously watched as the machine roared to life, the red phone booth disappearing into the darkness with a loud wheeze.

The angel and devil turned to each other with the same expression of alarm, before settling into numb surprise.

“Wow.. a makeup artist AND a magician.”

[crowfootwrites]

Undone [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

Ok, so this is the first time I could get myself to write smut for Nestor, which is weird to think about because he is a SEXY motherfucker, you know?

Anyway, I know I've been on a Nestor roll lately, but I swear I have other stuff coming, too. Two Bishop pieces and a Chibs piece in the works.

So, this is a fluffy, smutty one-shot for Nestor, whom I adore.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut (cunnilingus, fingering, P in V sex); mention of blood | Words: 1,690

When Nestor arrived home that night, exhausted, with his clothes covered in dried blood, he found you dancing in the kitchen, unaware of his presence. Soft music swelled from your phone propped on the counter and you waltzed over the tile in bare feet, your red silk robe fluttering around your thighs. Your eyes were closed and you wore a dreamy look on your face, swaying to the music that Nestor identified as one of your favorite piano pieces. He stood silently in the doorway to the kitchen, watching you adoringly. After grueling days of carrying out deplorable deeds on behalf of Miguel, Nestor could always count on coming home to your loving embrace, and he was thankful for it every day.

Today had been one of those days, as evidenced by the bloodstains on his clothes and the droop in his shoulders. Your eyes opened slowly to check your phone, awaiting a text or call from Nestor, only to find him standing in front of you, longing in his eyes. Your heart swelled at the sight of him. You glanced briefly at the dried blood on his clothes as you took the few steps that would place him in your arms. He held you tightly, pressing his face into the curve of your neck, breathing in the familiar scent of your jasmine perfume. You felt the steady heartbeat in his chest against yours for a moment before stepping back to look over him. You sighed teasingly at his stained clothes.

“What am I going to do with you, Oceteva?”

Nestor grinned sheepishly. “Have a lower water bill probably.”

You laughed, and nudged him towards the laundry room, where you helped him strip down until he stood beside the dryer in just his boxer briefs, leaning casually against the machine. He watched as you began the process of stain removal on his clothes, a process you had refined over the last couple of years with Nestor. While you left his pants and shirt to soak before washing, you glanced over to admire the view of Nestor’s exposed body, smirking to yourself. As your gaze traveled to his face, you recognized the fatigue in his stance and his eyes. With a quiet hum, you traced your fingers lightly over his warm side before lacing them with his. You led him to the living room, bathed in dim yellow lamplight, where you took a seat on the couch with your legs spread and motioned for him to sit on the floor in front you. Relatively early in your relationship, Nestor had confessed just how much he loved when you played with his hair, and so you had always made a point of being the one to do and then undo his hair.

You pulled the little black rubber bands from the bottoms of his two braids, gently running your fingers through the twisted strands to untangle his curls. You were more than a little envious of Nestor’s hair, but being the one who got to play with it felt like an acceptable consolation prize. You worked your way through his hair deliberately, massaging his scalp with your fingertips as you approached the crown of his head, savoring the little sighs and moans that slipped between his lips. Over the years, you had come to associate letting out Nestor’s braids with a weight being lifted, at least for the night; as though each little motion helped to untangle the knots of moral quandary that he carried inside him as a result of his work for the cartel.

In the beginning, Nestor had been hesitant to even get involved with you. He was, understandably, worried about putting you in harm’s way, but he was more worried about the emotional and psychological toll that being even peripherally related to the cartel could cause. It had taken significant convincing on your part to show him that you weren’t afraid, and that you weren’t going anywhere.

When Nestor’s braids were completely undone, you found yourself absentmindedly running your fingers through his hair, parsing out his curls and twirling them around your fingers. His head tipped backwards into your lap, his eyes closed contentedly. As you gazed down at him, at the smoothing of the lines on his face, you smiled, letting your fingers caress his cheekbones, the cut across his temple, his bearded jaw. As your thumb grazed his lower lip, he reached a hand to yours, holding it still to place a soft kiss on your palm. You lowered your face to hover over his, nuzzling his nose, and a contented hum resonated in his chest.

Before you could register what was happening, Nestor had turned towards you, coming onto his knees between your legs. He rested his palms on the tops of your thighs, his thumbs brushing the hem of your silk robe. His grasp was firm and warm and it built a slow fire in your belly. His dark eyes studied you, a mixture of hunger and tenderness swirling in their depths. His grip tightened on your legs and he tugged you slightly forward before tugging at the sash of your robe, letting it fall open. You caught the quick clench of his jaw when he realized you were completely naked underneath. He pushed the robe off your shoulders, resting his head on your stomach and for a moment, all was still.

Slowly, Nestor pressed his lips to your hip, dragging the tip of his nose along your skin, raising goosebumps. Your fingers trailed along his cheek as his head moved lower. He nudged your legs further apart, planting a trail of lazy kisses between your thighs. A sigh slipped out of you and you melted into Nestor’s touch as his tongue dipped between your folds, his touch delicate and teasing. When he felt the first twitch of your hips, beckoning, begging for more, he sank himself deeper, his tongue dancing over your clit while two thick fingers pushed into you.

“God, Nestor,” you moaned, coming undone with his efforts.

A low hum of pleasure built in his chest as your fingers wound themselves into his hair and pulled tenderly, keeping him settled between your legs. You begged him for more as your eyes closed, your head falling back against the couch cushions. You squirmed in his grip, your hips grinding against this mouth.

His fingers picked up the pace, and you gazed down at him, whimpering at the hungry look in his dark eyes as he peered back at you from under his full lashes. He studied you intently, captivated by the way your body writhed before him. His free hand slid in a slow caress up your side, cupping your breast and running his thumb gently over your nipple. Heat radiated across your face as the coil in your belly tightened, so utterly close to snapping. Nestor pushed you further, lapping against your core with a flattened tongue. A new pressure settled behind your eyes as you trembled desperately, every muscle in your body tensed as Nestor took you over the edge. You came hard and loud, your thighs clenching around Nestor’s head instinctively as you rode the jolt of electricity surging through you. Nestor didn’t let up, his mouth and fingers bearing down on you until you were pushing him away, thoroughly overstimulated. He sat back on his heels with a smirk as you panted, your lips parted in reverence.

You pushed yourself up with weak arms, your chest heaving. You reached out and pulled Nestor to you, capturing him in a desperate kiss, not wanting him to be any farther away from you. Whining breathily at the taste of yourself on his tongue, you gripped his hips firmly, guiding him to sit on the couch beside you. You admired the way the soft light in your living room warmed his skin, highlighting the taut planes of his chest and stomach. You swung your leg lazily over his lap, straddling him as his lips delicately brushed the soft skin between your breasts.

You gasped as you lowered yourself onto Nestor’s hard length, warmth reigniting in the base of your belly. His strong hands slipped over your hips and came to rest on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Your chest rested flush against his, your rapid heartbeats echoing one another’s. You looped your arms around his neck as you pressed your forehead against the crown of his head, rolling your hips against him. Unbridled groans and mumbled words of admiration tumbled from his mouth, his face captive between your breasts. His hands pressed harder on your back, pulling you down to bury himself fully inside you. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, his thumb circling your clit slowly to send you reeling. Nestor tossed his head back, his long curls splayed over the couch cushions, his neck bared to you. You trailed kisses along his neck tattoo, letting your tongue taste the salt on his skin. He murmured your name and you felt him tense beneath you. He took control, fucking up into you, slow and exacting, chasing his high.

It was too much; the tender way Nestor touched you, the building tension in your core, the slow rhythm and heat between your bodies. As his hips bucked beneath you, you came again, head thrown back and back arched, bliss coursing through your veins. The feeling of your walls clenching around Nestor’s cock wrecked him. With a few more erratic thrusts, he clutched you to his chest and spilled himself inside of you, his arms locking you in place. As he came down, he pressed velvet kisses along your cheekbones and across your forehead.

“Gracias por cuidarme, hermosa. (Thank you for taking care of me, beautiful.) Coming home to you keeps me sane,” he mumbled against your temple.

“You deserve to be taken care of, mi amor,” you whispered, running your hands through his loose curls again, watching as his eyelids began to droop at the fond touch. You smiled warmly, satisfied that, at least until tomorrow, Nestor’s braids had been undone and he had been unburdened.

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Can I request something for tmt? a one shot tho nothing too long I just love tmt jisung he’s my ideal type 🤧😂

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Han Jisung

Genre: Sequel; Drabble

Warnings: Smut and Language

There were two Jisung’s in my book.

The sweet, adoring version of him that I loved who brought me flowers from the store, or who spent long hours staying up with me late into the night to talk about whatever happened to cross our minds.

Then, there was the Jisung who called himself J.One.

The rapper version of him who commanded the stage with an intoxicating charisma, who winked and rolled his eyes as he moved with Chan and Changbin, gesturing to the crowd and ad-libbing into the microphone in unexpected bursts of energy.

He was impossible to resist, but he was all mine. And I had never felt so lucky in my entire life. Despite our rough start, I wouldn’t trade our relationship for anything in the world, and I had become a mainstay at his concerts.

Tonight’s performance ended with their new song, the one that was rapidly rising in the ranks on SoundCloud and garnering more YouTube videos than the average Among Us collaboration. I could tell that the crowd loved it, cheering and screaming even louder once the familiar bass dropped over the speakers. 

In these moments, it was easy to see why Jisung was so enamored with this world of underground music and late-night clubs and bars. 

“The one in the middle,” a girl yelled into my ear. “He’s really good!”

She was referring to Changbin and I forced myself to nod. “Yeah, he’s alright.”

As long as you don’t let him seduce you, I wanted to add, but perhaps it was better for the group’s image if I didn’t go into long-winded detail concerning Changbin’s exploits. Chan was no better, but at least he had the decency to feel bad and apologize. It made it easier to see him whenever I visited Jisung at their studio.

Changbin on the other hand? Well, he was still inclined to send me flirty looks and whisper rather inappropriate things that I doubt Jisung would want to hear. But that was an argument for another time.

Tonight was all about Jisung, and I could tell that the girl sitting next to me and her posh group of friends were shocked when Jisung and the rest of his group made their way over to me.

“Baby,” Jisung purred when he was close enough, sliding an arm around my waist before bringing me in for a passionate kiss.

It was enough to steal the breath from my lungs, and I pulled away to send a knowing look in the direction of the girls who were watching us with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “You were amazing!” I told Jisung, offering a friendly nod to Chan and Changbin who were already busy scoping out their exploits for the night.

“I feel amazing,” Jisung admitted, and then his mouth was next to my ear. “They gave me my own backstage room. Wanna see?”

“Of course,” I said, grinning because I knew that Jisung’s intentions extended far beyond merely asking me to admire his dressing room. 

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and waving off Chan and Changbin who weren’t even cognizant that their third wheel was leaving with his girlfriend. Hopefully, to screw her brains out because I desperately needed it.

“Your new song was really popular,” I remarked casually as Jisung weaved us in and out of the crowd.

“Yeah?” he smirked. “We spent weeks working on it. I think Chan was ready to call it quits at one point.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, feeling myself grow more excited as we disappeared behind the curtain partitioning off the rest of the grimy bar.

It was much less crowded in the back, and Jisung’s hand was already squeezing at my ass as he turned the knob on the door labeled with his name written in bright colors on a slab of wood.

But once we were inside, Jisung ensured that the door was locked before pressing me back against it, reclaiming my lips with desperation. “Slow down, baby,” I gasped between kisses, feeling my way down Jisung’s shirt to palm the tight bulge over his gold-colored pants.

They were skin tight on his lithe frame, and I knew that his erection was straining against the tight material. “Can I fuck you, baby?” Jisung asked, and I smiled the familiar shyness in his eyes, listening to him whimper as I continued to add more pressure against his cock.

“How can I say no to you?” I asked, loving that he was still inclined to act the part of the well-mannered boy who used to follow me around with discreet looks aimed in my direction.

“There’s a condom in my bag,” he said, reluctantly moving away to locate his stuff piled high against one of the chairs.

In the meantime, I wandered over to the stuffy gray couch tucked away in the corner, ignoring the smell as I hitched up my dress before bending over the back. “Sungie?”

“Yeah, ba-” he broke off with a stuttered moan, taking in the sight of me bent over for him just the way he liked. “Y/N,” he whispered, eliminating the space between us with three measured steps before his hands were tugging down my panties and squeezing the soft flesh of my ass. “So beautiful,” he said, and I shivered at the sound of him undoing his belt, pushing down his jeans to mid-thigh along with his boxers. 

“Are you ready?” I asked, reaching back to press two fingers into the gaping mess of my pussy, clenching and unclenching as I stretched myself out for him.

I was already wet just from hearing Jisung’s voice alone, admiring him dancing across the stage and, at one point, grinding against the floor.

Jisung groaned in reply to my question, ripping open the condom to tug it over himself. The motion was well-rehearsed at this point, even though he had fumbled the rubber a couple of times during the early part of our relationship. But we fit together like two essentials parts of a machine, and I almost knew his body as well as my own.

“I’ve got you,” Jisung said, pulling me out of my thoughts when he rubbed the tip of his cock against the entrance to my wet cunt.

“Please,” I practically begged him, and Jisung knew better than to tease me for longer than was necessary with our foreplay, and he was sliding home with a long, languid thrust of his hips that had me accommodating the size of his erection as my walls held to him tight. “You’ve got to give me more than that, Jisung!”

“More?” Jisung repeated, sounding a little more confident as he placed both hands on my hips. 

I nearly screamed when he started a frantic pace, fucking his cock in and out with perfectly timed thrust of his hips, rolling against my ass with every stroke. I could feel each drag of his erection, filling me so well, to the point where it felt like I could already burst from the friction rapidly building inside of me.

I clenched my hands tighter around the cushions in front of me, closing my eyes as my clit brushed against the rough texture of the couch with every penetration. He was stimulating every part of me, hitting my g-spot at the perfect angle, hitching one of my legs further up around his waist so that he could keep going, faster and faster until I started to grow light-headed from the pleasure.

“I’m close, Jisung,” I warned him, clenching down harder around him to ensure that he felt as much pleasure as I did.

His resounding moan was more than enough confirmation that Jisung was feeling every inch of me, and I could just imagine the look on his face: the concentrated scrunch of his nose and the thin bead of sweat that pooled atop his upper lip.

There was always something riveting about Jisung when he was fucking me, head tossed back and neck exposed. He always liked to watch the place where his cock was stuck inside, using his fingers to feel just how close were in those moments. Sometimes, he might stick his finger in alongside his erection, and that was enough to make me feel even fuller, like I could literally mold myself to him. 

The mental image alone was enough to stoke the flames licking at my loins, and I could feel my impending orgasm growing stronger by the minute, especially in conjunction with the loud squelching sounds of his cock hitting me between his rough grunts. 

It was dirty and obscene, and I tried not to think about the fact that anybody could walk by, including Chan and Changbin, and hear just how good Jisung was fucking me. 

But it was worth the risk, and there was nothing that could ever bring me closer to Jisung, practically feeling him touching my cervix with how deep he was reaching. Like he was determined to split me in half, using just his cock and fingers to completely break me down. 

I moaned at the thought, eyes rolling back into my head when Jisung suddenly wrenched back and slammed forward with a powerful thrust, forcing my back to arch even further as he gripped tighter to my ass. In response, I reached back behind me to catch Jisung’s hand, digging my nails into his palm as I suddenly erupted around him. Experiencing wave after wave of unmitigated desire as he fulfilled my deepest urges, grinding his cock against my ass as he moaned and whined in response. 

He rode me through my high carefully, sliding his cock gingerly between my pulsating walls, still chasing his own pleasure while remaining mindful of my oversensitivity. But I wanted to feel him cum more than anything, and I told him as much with an exaggerated moan that sent his hips stuttering twice against mine before I felt his release. Something warm and sticky, even though it was hard to appreciate the sensation with a thin layer of latex keeping him from leaking.

Still, I winced when Jisung pulled out, tossing the used condom into the trash as I reached back down for my panties to pull them back into place before falling onto the couch with a sigh. “Fuck,” Jisung cursed, using shaky hands to readjust himself, stuffing his spent cock back into his boxers and jeans. 

“Come here,” I said, holding out my arms and inviting him closer into my embrace, nuzzling at the thin layer of sweat building at the base of his neck, inhaling the musky scent of his cologne.

“So good for me,” Jisung said, turning around so that our noses brushed. “Did you like it?”

I smiled, wondering if there would ever come a day when Jisung didn’t question just how amazing he made me feel. “I always love it,” I told him sincerely, reaching out to push a wayward strand of hair behind his ear before leaning in close to whisper a kiss against the pucker of his addictive lips.

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