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How to Keep Your Suspension System in Top Shape

The suspension system is the unsung hero of your car, responsible for providing a smooth ride and maintaining control on the road. Proper maintenance ensures not only a comfortable driving experience but also enhances your vehicle’s safety and performance. Here’s a comprehensive guide to keeping your suspension system in top shape.

Understand the Suspension System

The suspension system comprises components like shock absorbers, struts, springs, and control arms. These parts work together to absorb road impacts, maintain tire contact with the road, and provide stability during turns.

Regular Inspections Are Key

Conduct regular visual inspections of the suspension system. Look for signs of wear and tear, such as:

Leaking shock absorbers

Uneven tire wear

Cracked or broken springs

Worn bushings or control arms

Early detection of issues can save you from costly repairs later.

Monitor Tire Health and Alignment

Tires play a crucial role in suspension performance. Ensure proper tire pressure and rotate them regularly to avoid uneven wear. Additionally, check the wheel alignment periodically. Misaligned wheels put extra stress on suspension components and can cause handling issues.

Avoid Overloading Your Vehicle

Every vehicle has a specific load capacity. Overloading can strain the suspension system, causing premature wear of springs and shocks. Stick to the manufacturer’s recommended load limit to prolong the life of your suspension.

Drive Cautiously on Rough Roads

Potholes and uneven terrains can wreak havoc on your suspension system. To minimize damage:

Slow down on rough roads

Avoid driving over speed bumps too quickly

Steer clear of deep potholes whenever possible

Replace Worn-Out Components Promptly

If you notice a decrease in ride quality, excessive bouncing, or difficulty steering, it might be time to replace certain suspension parts. Worn shocks or struts can compromise vehicle stability and should be replaced immediately.

Lubricate Moving Parts

Proper lubrication reduces friction and prevents wear in suspension components such as control arms and bushings. Make sure to use the recommended lubricant during routine maintenance.

Schedule Professional Maintenance

While DIY inspections are helpful, nothing beats a professional touch. Schedule regular maintenance at a trusted car service center. Professional technicians can perform a thorough check-up and address any hidden issues.

Listen for Warning Signs

Your car often signals suspension problems through:

Strange noises like clunking or squeaking

Difficulty in steering or poor handling

A bumpy or uneven ride

Ignoring these signs can lead to serious damage, so address them immediately.

Use Quality Replacement Parts

When replacing suspension components, always opt for high-quality or OEM (Original Equipment Manufacturer) parts. Cheap alternatives may not provide the same durability and can lead to recurring issues.

Maintaining your suspension system is crucial for ensuring a safe, smooth, and enjoyable driving experience. By following these tips and staying proactive with inspections and maintenance, you can extend the life of your suspension system and avoid costly repairs.

Trust only experienced professionals for any suspension repair. At Royal Swiss Auto Services, we specialize in top-notch car care, ensuring your vehicle’s suspension system remains in peak condition. Drive safely and smoothly with our expert services!

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

The S1 Bentley is For Sale! 👀

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from the description :):

Mary is a 1934 Derby Bentley Thrupp & Maberley bodied Coupe. BLE 430 – B 96 BN. Two were made but the other one has not been seen since WW11, so she is unique. She is also the only Bentley in the world to have been blown up twice on screen. She was owned by Speed King Donald Campbell in the early fifties.

I acquired her in 2009, to go with my 1947 Mark VI. Since then the engine has been completely re-built, including a new head and block, with a new clutch put in at the same time. She has also been re-wired, new kingpins, total brake overhaul, new radiator and fuel pump with suspension and one shot lubrication system overhauled. Also had the speedometer and rev.counter serviced in 2018. She runs superbly and has just had her annual service at AB Classics, who specialise in pre-war Bentleys & Rolls Royces. (He also looks after my 1936 25/30 RR ).

She is currently insured for £295,000 and I will be looking for an offer around £265,000.

History

Ordered for Jack Odling in September 1934. One of two 3 ½ lt Coupes made by Thrupp & Maberley. The other one has not been seen for several decades and presumed lost during World War 2. Not much early history but owned by Speed King Donald Campbell in the early 1950’s. We have a photograph of the car at that time being offered for sale, with silver wheel discs. His ownership is acknowledged by all the relevant history available in various publications and agreed with both Bentley Drivers Club & Rolls Royce Enthusiasts Club records. She went through three owners from October 1954 to October 1961. Next piece of history is she was acquired by a Mr Silk of Romford in 1973 and underwent extensive professional restoration up to 1994, with a mechanical overhaul in 1994. She was back on the road in 1998. She was then purchased from P & A Wood by Andrew Smith in August 2001. He kept her until early 2008 when he sold her to Brian Classic as he did not wish to re- wire her. I bought her from Brian Classic in April 2009 with money left to me by my late Mother, Mary. We only just made the 100 miles home with many electrical problems. I am glad to say that Brian Classic eventually made a substantial contribution to the re-wiring by Jeremy Padgett. The following year going into the RREC Concours the heating nearly went into the red so back to Jeremy Padgett to sort out. Result was a complete engine re-build by Ristes, also replaced the radiator core and new clutch plate. Finally back on the road in May 2012. Very expensive period. However, she is now in superb condition, being regularly serviced by AB Classics. More recently the carburettors have been re-built. Following an accident on set in 2017 she was sent to Steve Penny at Penny Vintage to restore the damaged door. Sadly this was one of his last jobs before retiring. What a superb craftsman he is, he made a fabulous job of restoring her. Needless to say she still looks superb. I have owned and enjoyed classic cars since 1969 and Mary must be my ultimate car.

TV & Film work

...

when the call came. Jeremy, I am looking for a 1926 Derby Bentley, preferably black. Can you find me one please. I explained that they were not invented until 1933 and that mine was made in 1934 and is grey and black and has not changed since Endeavour three years earlier. Half an hour later phone goes again, can you bring your car down for production to have a look at in Ealing early next week. Production were delighted with Mary, especially after a bit of a run round Ealing. At this point no-one would tell me what it was all about, apart from the fact that this was “The Big One”. Two days later phone goes again, she is going to be Crowley’s Bentley in “Good Omens” by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. My wife quickly ordered the book and read it. The Bentley was mentioned almost 80 times. Can I please take her to a specialist body maker for her cab to be replicated for studio scenes. Can I find an interior etc. I phoned Hew at The Real Car Company, who was a tremend ous help. A complete set of instruments and a steering wheel duly arrived. Next, I was asked if I could take the car to Wokingham to be copied. Absolutely staggered to discover they wanted the car at Rushton’s Farm, where I lived from 1957 to 1963. Father’s chicken sheds had been converted into industrial units. A half hour drop off turned into four hours, as I took an old photograph album to show the current owners. The farmhouse had been separated from the rest of the farm by this time. A real trip down memory lane for me. Looking for a Derby body, seats etc, Hew recommended talking to Bob Petersen. He was stripping down a Thrupp & Maberley saloon to make one of his famous specials, so that was purchased complete with dash, seats etc so Mary could be well and truly replicated. Even changed the indicator switch so that both were identical. By this time the cast list had leaked out on the Internet. David Tennant and Michael Sheene are the main stars with others being added on a daily basis. I met many people but mainly worked with these two, especially David. He is one of the nicest guys you could ever wish to meet. Very hardworking but happily chats to everyone. I got Mary back from the farm in September, ready to start filming. The first scene was near Marlow for a two day shoot where I started to meet the cast and crew. 

Trying to teach David how to drive Mary was a bit of a struggle. Most people in their forties haven’t a clue about cars without syncromesh on all gears, and David normally drives an automatic! However, Rob, the stunt driver did know how to drive Mary and quickly picked up the fact that the clutch cannot be depressed for any length of time. The main problem with David and Rob changing over was about six inches in height. Don’t think the seat had been moved so much for years, with a gentle application of oil on the runners and avoidance of catching the carpet. During this period Mary used the registration NIATRUC, Curtain spelt backwards (the subject is the end of the world ). The Morris Minor had SID RAT , TARDIS spelt backwards. David was an earlier Dr Who! Being the grandad on set meant that I was well looked after by everyone, who made sure I had Mary in the right place and usually a radio as well. There is a lot of hanging about on set then a burst of activity. Some shots are repeated over a dozen times to get differing angles and eventually sort out which take will be used. Within a few days I was getting the hang of it, meeting the directors, the camera guys, the sound technicians, moving from location to location, usually in or around the M 25 then in central London. Naturally you can watch Good Omens on BBC iplayer and see how much Mary appeared. There are a few pictures of what it is like on set. 

[youryurigoddess]

Anyone has £260,000 to spare?

Looks like Mary, better known to general public as Crowley’s Bentley from Good Omens, was put on sale — this time for real.

And the advertisement is full of anecdotes up to December 2024, including the filming of the show, as well as interior and exterior photos that might be helpful for artists and writers; definitely worth reading if you’re a Good Omens fan!

Vehicle description and photo gallery

(As published by the seller, Jeremy Marshall-Roberts)

“Mary is a 1934 Derby Bentley Thrupp & Maberley bodied Coupe. BLE 430 – B 96 BN. Two were made but the other one has not been seen since WW11, so she is unique. She is also the only Bentley in the world to have been blown up twice on screen. She was owned by Speed King Donald Campbell in the early fifties.

I acquired her in 2009, to go with my 1947 Mark VI. Since then the engine has been completely re-built, including a new head and block, with a new clutch put in at the same time. She has also been re-wired, new kingpins, total brake overhaul, new radiator and fuel pump with suspension and one shot lubrication system overhauled. Also had the speedometer and rev.counter serviced in 2018. She runs superbly and has just had her annual service at AB Classics, who specialise in pre-war Bentleys & Rolls Royces. (He also looks after my 1936 25/30 RR.

She is currently insured for £295,000 and I will be looking for an offer around £265,000.”

History

“Ordered for Jack Odling in September 1934. One of two 3 ½ lt Coupes made by Thrupp & Maberley. The other one has not been seen for several decades and presumed lost during World War 2. Not much early history but owned by Speed King Donald Campbell in the early 1950’s. We have a photograph of the car at that time being offered for sale, with silver wheel discs. His ownership is acknowledged by all the relevant history available in various publications and agreed with both Bentley Drivers Club & Rolls Royce Enthusiasts Club records.

She went through three owners from October 1954 to October 1961. Next piece of history is she was acquired by a Mr Silk of Romford in 1973 and underwent extensive professional restoration up to 1994, with a mechanical overhaul in 1994. She was back on the road in 1998. She was then purchased from P & A Wood by Andrew Smith in August 2001. He kept her until early 2008 when he sold her to Brian Classic as he did not wish to re-wire her. I bought her from Brian Classic in April 2009 with money left to me by my late Mother, Mary. We only just made the 100 miles home with many electrical problems. I am glad to say that Brian Classic eventually made a substantial contribution to the re-wiring by Jeremy Padgett.

The following year going into the RREC Concours the heating nearly went into the red so back to Jeremy Padgett to sort out. Result was a complete engine re-build by Ristes, also replaced the radiator core and new clutch plate. Finally back on the road in May 2012. Very expensive period. However, she is now in superb condition, being regularly serviced by AB Classics. More recently the carburettors have been re-built. Following an accident on set in 2017 she was sent to Steve Penny at Penny Vintage to restore the damaged door. Sadly this was one of his last jobs before retiring. What a superb craftsman he is, he made a fabulous job of restoring her. Needless to say she still looks superb. I have owned and enjoyed classic cars since 1969 and Mary must be my ultimate car.”

TV & Film work

“Whilst paying the engine re-build bills, I asked my accountant if I could offset costs against my regular income as a Wine & Hamper merchant. I then started www.classicbentleycarhire.co.uk as I was already doing the occasional wedding with Mabel, my 1947 Mark VI. In January 2014 I received a phone call from a TV film service company, TLO Film Services. Would I be interested in bringing Mary down to Taplow near Maidenhead to appear in the Endeavour series of Inspector Morse on Saturday and Sunday in early February. I duly arrived at an old warehouse complex by the Thames where this episode was being made. I was shown where to park and told to go and have lunch. Having been shown where to go I sat down and found the running order for the day’s scenes. Half way down was a scene called ‘Bang goes the Bentley’. Quite put me off my lunch. I found the TLO guy fairly shortly afterwards who explained that my car would be put somewhere near a series of pyrotechnic effects and no, they could not afford to really blow it up. I then went for a ride in Morse’s black Jaguar.

As soon as it got dark, I was asked to position Mary near a set of what can only be described as bamboo firework gadgets. Just managed to get into place, despite the heavy mud. The storyline is that a schoolboy drops a match into the fuel tank and up she goes. The young actor pretended to light a match having opened the outer fuel flap. CGI provided the spark and the pyrotecnic machines burst into life. There was a shot of the boy running to join the others with a big burst of flames in the background lighting up the quadrangle. All done in one shot. The next day the boys were being driven down the street by the ‘baddie’. Mary was stationery with lights going round 360o and a certain amount of pushing up and down on the bumper to simulate movement. The schoolboy actors, who were heavily chaperoned, were thrilled to discover they were in an 80 year old car. And that was it. Drove home the 120 miles to Lincolnshire. Kept in touch with TLO and used Mabel in another episode of Endeavour and a friends XK140 in the Outcast in 2015.

I had sold our business in 2014 to a very nice Italian couple to take it on to the next stage. Apart from old age creeping up, we had run out of space. The business struggled on that year and then I found a near perfect industrial building in Bourne. It moved in August 2015, leaving me with my old premises where I can, if everything was perfect, stash up to 17 cars. Should explain that our old premises are in the back garden of our home. I had bought a little 18’ cruiser to do up when the call came. ‘Jeremy, I am looking for a 1926 Derby Bentley, preferably black. Can you find me one please.’ I explained that they were not invented until 1933 and that mine was made in 1934 and is grey and black and has not changed since Endeavour three years earlier. Half an hour later phone goes again, ‘Can you bring your car down for production to have a look at in Ealing early next week’.

Production were delighted with Mary, especially after a bit of a run round Ealing. At this point no-one would tell me what it was all about, apart from the fact that this was ‘The Big One’. Two days later phone goes again, she is going to be Crowley’s Bentley in ‘Good Omens’ by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. My wife quickly ordered the book and read it. The Bentley was mentioned almost 80 times. Can I please take her to a specialist body maker for her cab to be replicated for studio scenes. Can I find an interior etc. I phoned Hew at The Real Car Company, who was a tremend ous help. A complete set of instruments and a steering wheel duly arrived.

Next, I was asked if I could take the car to Wokingham to be copied. Absolutely staggered to discover they wanted the car at Rushton’s Farm, where I lived from 1957 to 1963. Father’s chicken sheds had been converted into industrial units. A half hour drop off turned into four hours, as I took an old photograph album to show the current owners. The farmhouse had been separated from the rest of the farm by this time. A real trip down memory lane for me. Looking for a Derby body, seats etc., Hew recommended talking to Bob Petersen. He was stripping down a Thrupp & Maberley saloon to make one of his famous specials, so that was purchased complete with dash, seats etc., so Mary could be well and truly replicated. Even changed the indicator switch, so that both were identical. By this time the cast list had leaked out on the Internet. David Tennant and Michael Sheen are the main stars with others being added on a daily basis. I met many people, but mainly worked with these two, especially David. He is one of the nicest guys you could ever wish to meet. Very hardworking, but happily chats to everyone. I got Mary back from the farm in September, ready to start filming. The first scene was near Marlow for a two day shoot where I started to meet the cast and crew.

Trying to teach David how to drive Mary was a bit of a struggle. Most people in their forties haven’t a clue about cars without syncromesh on all gears, and David normally drives an automatic! However, Rob, the stunt driver, did know how to drive Mary and quickly picked up the fact that the clutch cannot be depressed for any length of time. The main problem with David and Rob changing over was about six inches in height. Don’t think the seat had been moved so much for years, with a gentle application of oil on the runners and avoidance of catching the carpet. During this period Mary used the registration NIATRUC, Curtain spelt backwards (the subject is the end of the world). The Morris Minor had SID RAT, TARDIS spelt backwards. David was an earlier Dr Who! Being the grandad on set meant that I was well looked after by everyone, who made sure I had Mary in the right place and usually a radio as well. There is a lot of hanging about on set then a burst of activity. Some shots are repeated over a dozen times to get differing angles and eventually sort out which take will be used. Within a few days I was getting the hang of it, meeting the directors, the camera guys, the sound technicians, moving from location to location, usually in or around the M 25 then in central London. Naturally you can watch Good Omens on BBC iPlayer and see how much Mary appeared. There are a few pictures of what it is like on set.

The second ‘Blowing Up’. As mentioned earlier we had purchased a rotten Thrupp & Maberley four door body and this was jury rigged onto a frame with wheels. Crowley drove his on fire Bentley on to the USAF base where it was spectacularly blown up by the pyrotechnic guys. I must admit that I was rather sad to see this happening but as one of the guys said to me ‘It’s either this one or yours’. I have my video of this happening which we will try to put on the BDC website. We should have finished by Christmas, but pushing snow and ice out of the way, rather delayed things especially whilst the extras wandered about in their summer clothes before diving into thick coats etc at the end of the shot. We returned for the final ten days shooting on 8 th January 2018. Rob, Mary’s stunt driver, was on holiday so someone else was brought in. I showed him how to drive Mary, but he was not used to old cars. Unfortunately the passenger door was not closed properly and in a scene with Mary coming down the street from an angle the suicide door flew open and hit another car, writing that off and Mary’s passenger door at right angles. If he had reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes the accident would not have happened. It took an hour to dismantle the door and jury rig it back onto the main body then tape it up, and paint it. Obviously the door could not be used again so had to change a few shots. The day after the accident, Mary had a different stunt driver, who know exactly how to drive her. He had been driving Rowan Atkinson’s Aston Martin round the Alps the week before for Johnny English 3. The final day loomed, very cold and Mary was in the last UK shot at 8.00pm. Suddenly it was all over, no time to say goodbye, as we had to get everything off site by midnight.

Fast forward to April 2019 and there was a request from Amazon for Mary to be used for the launching of Good Omens. First she appeared on the ‘Green Carpet’ in Leicester Square. The event was organised chaos with the stars appearing from all over the place, and the fans behind barricades. The next five days saw us in Greek Steet, Soho on the opposite side of the road from a mock up of Aziriphale’s (Michael Sheen’s Angel) book shop. Wonderful to meet all the directors and main stars again and properly say goodbye. The fans were queuing round the block to see the Book Shop and Mary.

Now back to normality. Mary was amongst the 1321 Bentley’s at Blenheim, as well as appearing at the RREC Concours event for Derbys in June. Now in my heated warehouse under cover for the winter. In 2023, seven of us ran the 90 th Anniversay weekend of the launch of Derby Bentleys, where 104 of these cars turned up at some part over this period. Final part of the weekend was at Chatsworth House on the Sunday. Prior to this five of us met with Simon Taylor of Classic and Sports Car Magazine so that he could do an article about these wonderful cars. His article finally appeared in the December 2024 edition. Naturally Mary is one of these five.”

[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 | 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

TW: dom!nanami kento, objectification, humiliation, degradation, v!sex, oral (f!re), dark themes, extreme smut, nsfw, reader is himbo, power play, manipulation, corruption, erodark, master x sub, teacher nanami x student reader, virgin reader, aggressive sex, porn plot, dark!nanami kento, sadism.

You didn't like him, and he couldn't understand the logical reason for such actions. Nanami Kento was your college biology teacher, he was a polite and serious man, but you simply didn't respect him! You didn't attend his classes, you always rolled your eyes in disdain when he scolded you, even suspensions didn't work anymore, Kento had reached his limit, for several reasons. The main thing about him was that your lack of interest in everything and especially in him, made him grind his teeth in anger and a sadistic desire to make you suffer, to make you suffer by his hands.

You were pretty, young and bratty, a dangerous and perfect combo in Kento's eyes, he hated how hard his dick got when he saw you walk by. How beautifully you smile at your friends in class. How you challenged him, as if he wasn't important enough for your attention. That awakened his fury and darkest desires, how he wanted to bend you over some table and spank your pussy until you screamed and cried his name, apologizing for having treated him so badly.

So, he soon discovered your weak point, your grades.

You needed to go straight to the other semester of college, but his grade was the main thing to define your failure or your success. He smiled brightly at the discovery, he could take revenge on you and still get what he always wanted... You.

"-Well (Y/N) it seems that there are a few mistakes in your test." Nanami said, retrieving your paper and glancing at the "incorrect" answers - They were all correct, but he had the power to simply clear everything and fail you - you were confused, swearing you had studied hard to pass his class.

"-But don't worry, I'd be more than happy to help you understand the material better." He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. "-I could give you some private tutoring sessions, if you'd like. Just between us, of course." His gaze was intense, suggesting a different kind of tutoring that went beyond academics. You tried to leave, do what your mind was telling you, run away, but the blonde man's calloused and strong fingers grabbed your hair and Nanami's grip on your scalp tightened, a mixture of dominance and desperation in his eyes. His desire for you seemed to consume him, his facade crumbling under the weight of his lust.

"-Do you think you can resist me little brat?" Nanami growled, his voice laced with a raw intensity. "-You've tempted me for a long time and now it's time to submit, I'm tired of you."

He knelt before you, your gaze fixed on his, while his other hand grabbed your thigh possessively. "-And if you think your grades won't suffer if you resist, you're sadly mistaken."

As Nanami spoke, his fingers crept up your inner thigh, teasingly close to your most intimate area. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over your thigh, he placed a dangerous, loveless kiss on your skin - just a bittersweet threat to your position there. Nanami's intense gaze locked onto his, palpable dominance in him as he let go of your hair and praised you for your submission. The mixture of fear and excitement coursed through your veins, sharpening your senses and leaving you breathless, it was a dangerous situation, but something there, something in the veins of anger, his gaze filled with hate and desire, his eyebrows furrowed into a line, the trembling lips, the veins pulsing in his muscular arms - all of that gave you an aesthetic pleasure, a forbidden pleasure -

"-Good boy" he continued, as he handed him the bottle of lubricant. His own arousal was evident as he unzipped his pants, releasing his hardened erection, his fat, pulsing cock popping out of his clothes, presenting itself to your gaze.

"-Get ready doll boy." The teacher ordered, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of need. "-Use the lube to make the way easier for me."

He watched you intently, his eyes full of expectation and even a sadistic vengeful pleasure, an ununderstood anger, however, was there - as you applied the lubricant to yourself. The smoothness of the gel against your skin sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, mixing with nervous excitement.

Meanwhile, Kento stroked his length, his fingers moving in rhythmic motions as he watched you prepare yourself under his guidance. Every touch, every movement, was meticulously calculated to increase his desire and make you crave his touch even more.

Nanami's eyes became transfixed on your intimate display, his own arousal intensifying with every movement you made. The sight of your tight virgin pussy and your struggle to slide a finger inside only further fueled his eagerness to have you soon for him, he felt like a god, he had never felt so powerful.

He continued to stroke his erection, his eyes never leaving you, his gaze filled with a hunger that mirrored his own.

As you moaned sweetly in front of him, Nanami could no longer resist the temptation. He needed to feel you, taste your exuberant sweetness.

With a primal grunt, he stood up and quickly advanced towards your, pressing your back against the table. His hands grabbed your hips possessively, taking control of the situation.

"-Enough preparation, be a good boy and spread those thighs wide for me."

He quickly coated his fingers with more lube, making sure your entrance was slick and ready for him, the thought of burying himself deep inside you made him almost lose control.

With an authoritative yet gentle touch - The sight of your swollen entrance and your pulsing clit made his mouth water with anticipation - Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste your essence. He savored the sweet taste of your arousal, his lips and tongue working expertly to bring you pleasure.

As he paid attention to your sensitive nub, he could feel your body responding, your moans and tremors urging him to thrust harder, the taste of juices and lubrication staining the older man's lips - his tongue danced over your throbbing clit, shaking and turning deftly. He could feel your breathing quickening, your moans getting louder, and it only fueled his own hunger for you.

"-Fuck pretty boy, I need to fuck you here and now." He leans over and spits on your pussy, not a gesture of lubricating your little hole even more, but rather a demonstration of power, placing you on a pedestal of just a cheap whore, but Kento's brown eyes said something else, something confusing. Yes, he wanted to take revenge on you, but to what extent had he not used his feelings of anger to cover up a passion or obsession for you? He wouldn't have that answer there, and he didn't want to.

He disregarded your resistance, his need and dominance overriding any protest you might have made. "-Do you think you can resist me? Do you think you can deny me what I want? Do you think you have a say in how this happens?"

"-With every thrust, I will remind you of every moment you thought you could resist. When you dared to defy me, despising me like trash, as if I were nothing to you." Nanami spoke with one of the veins bulging from his neck and forehead, pinning you to the hard wooden table, he didn't even put on a condom, With a sudden surge of strength, Kento penetrated deeper into you, hitting that hidden spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure for your body.

"-Well, let's see how much of a 'good boy' you really are when I take everything from you." - You could feel everything, the feeling of pain from your ruptured hymen, the pulsation of his cock in your core, the thick girth stretching you with each slow movement of having total entry into your cunt, which led you to hold onto him, desperately looking for support, in the hard muscles covered by the thin fabric of his dress shirt -

Nanami's eyes were filled with a dangerous lust as he watched you, the sight of your legs shaking and your body arching against him, was too much for him to handle. It had been so long since he had pleasure like this - not just physical, with your tight pussy, but mental, seeing you submit to him like that, was like paradise for him. "-My chérie ..." Kento murmured, his voice full of pride and satisfaction. "-You see? This is what you were made for. To surrender to me, to crave my touch, my dominance."

His thrusts were demanding, with no room for you to even adjust to his size. His fingers moved fast on your clit, the rhythm matching the rhythm of his cruel thrusts, he could see the bulge in your womb because of his cock.

"-Fuck look at that, such a good pussy... Fuck you are a hungry little slut, just waiting to be fucked like a cute and needy himbo that you are, aren't you?" He smiled, sweat falling from his forehead, as he moaned next to you, every inch of him buried deep in your most secret intimate. "-I am more than just your teacher. I am your master. Your god. Your savior from the mundane life you so long to escape." His fingers moved faster on your clit, his rhythm matching the rhythm of his thrusts, as if they were dancing an erotic waltz that only the two of you could understand.

"-You're mine, my good boy, even if you're a fucking slut." he murmured, his voice low and seductive but filled with a dangerous undertone.

"-Yes, cum for daddy" He whispered again, the nickname full of possessiveness and control, he felt your tremors, he knew you were going to cum, the sweet taste was of knowing he had taken your virginity and it had been your first to make you reach climax.

"-You're so wet, so tight... I can't even..." Kento moaned loudly, his balls hit your ass cheeks, leaving them with bruises from the speed and rough treatment.

He thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside you as his cum dripped down his shaft and onto the table below you.

When it was all over, when he had given her everything he could, Nanami leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers.

He paused for a moment, watching you lay beneath him, covered in your combined essence, the evidence of your surrender and submission etched into your body, your makeup smeared, your short skirt messy.

"-Look at you... You don't look so brat now, right?" Nanami pulled out of you slowly, each inch eliciting a moan from your lips.

He picked up your panties that had fallen to the side, holding them for you to see, with a smirk. "-When you lie beneath me, broken and begging for more... Those panties will be the only reminders of who really holds the power here... Me, you will come back looking for more." With those words, Nanami tore off your panties, tearing them into two halves.

"-And so" He continued, holding half of the torn fabric. "-Your virginity will never be complete again. You will carry that reminder wherever you go, a constant reminder of what happens when you dare defy me."

He tossed the panties aside, his eyes lingering on your nakedness for a moment before turning around, reaching into his pocket.

"-Your grades stayed the same, don't worry, clean yourself up and get out of here, I think you learned your lesson." He spoke coldly, quickly turning to face you, he opened his lips to say something, but changed his mind, returning to his cold and calculated expression, leaving the room, with a loud thud.

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 19th

Day 19: Suspension // Fisting // Mirror Sex

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Fisting, fingering, lubrication, sexual exploration, sexual safety, use of color system

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“You’re doing so good, baby.” He coos, licking his lips as he pushes his hand forward just a little more. Pushing until you whine and then he lets up, pulling back the four fingers that are currently buried as far as he can get them inside your cunt. “You can take it. You’re gonna take it.” 

It’s hot and annoying at the same time. That smug confidence in his tone, low and sexy as he growls out praise and encouragement. Making your hips roll down on their own even though you need a small break. Maybe some more lube. 

“Fuck, you have a big goddamn hand, Morales.” You grumble, throwing your head back against the soft pillow behind your head and try to slow down the rapid beating of your heart. The ache of your cunt isn’t nearly as bad as it can be when Frankie gets rough and fucks you within an inch of your life, but it’s close. 

He hums, tone amused and he crooks the edges of the two fingers still inside you and makes you whine again. “You’re the one that wanted to do this, baby.” He reminds you, like you didn’t have to completely talk him into this. 

“I know.” You huff, biting your lip and clenching down around his fingers before you feel him start to add more of the water based KY to his hand, especially around that damn thumb of his. “It sounded sexy in my book and your hands are always so good.” 

It had started with one of those BookTok books you had been obsessed with. Venturing over into your day dreams while you had watched Frankie under the kitchen sink while he replaced the garbage disposal. You had damn near made him knock himself out when you had blurted out that you wanted him to fist you. 

Now, here you are, wondering why the hell you had decided this man’s fist would feel good inside you. Although the small sting is worth the way your cunt gushes. Your core burns at the mere thought of having him completely inside you. 

He had trimmed his nails short, making sure that nothing could possibly hurt you. Making sure that he had every single tube of lube that you owned in the house right here, within reach. The towel underneath you will absorb most of the excess and your slick as it manages to pour out of you. 

“Do you want to stop?” Frankie pulls his fingers completely out and holds them up, pulling the fingers apart. Your juices web between them, stretching out like thing strings between the digits and the sight of it makes you moan. 

“Fuck,” you huff, shaking your head. “No, no baby, I need more.” You know that Frankie isn’t getting anything out of this physically right now, but he shoots you a proud grin, slipping two of his wet fingers into his mouth and groaning in approval. 

The process starts all over again. Two fingers, then three. Having to pull his fingers nearly out of you so he can press his thick pinkie into that same space as well. Watching you with dark, expressive eyes while he twists his wrist and pumps those fingers deep into your tight walls. 

He’s into it. You can tell that from the way his cock hangs heavy, precum dribbling off the head and smearing against your thigh when he shifts to change the angle and press just a little deeper. 

“FUCK!” You gasp out, feeling that sharp sting of pain when he twists his wrist, trying to ease it inside you so that his entire fist will push in. 

“Color.” The word comes out automatically, Frankie almost pausing, but he watches you closely. 

“Green, fuck- it’s almost there.” You whine, toes curling and despite the pain, it feels really good too. It’s a paradox and you now understand really what they mean by ‘hurts so good’. You don’t want him to stop, your fingers twist in the sheets and pull at them while your hips tilt down. Adding more pressure to the action. “So fucking green.” 

He grunts in approval, shuffling closer again. “Almost there, baby, fuck, your pretty pussy is squeezing my hand like a fucking vice.” He growls, biting his lip as he imagines how this would feel around a cock. “Maybe we should have the guys over.” 

It’s not like you haven’t talked about all kinds of crazy shit over the years, including letting his former Delta team all come and stuff you full like a Thanksgiving Turkey. It’s all been just talk, you would never do it, but your walls clench around him again and another hot gush of your juices coats his hand at the hot thought. 

He smirks, twisting his hand just slightly and with a tiny sucking sound, his hand pops past the resistance of your pelvic bones and slides inside you. 

“Oh my fucking godddddddd.” Your moan matches Frankie’s, although his own is completely wordless. His fucking fist is inside you. You can feel his wrist against your lips and it’s more erotic than you had fucking imagined. He pushes a little deeper and you whine breathlessly. 

You enjoy this. That alone makes Frankie smirk and he shifts close, leaning down and changing the angle of his hand inside you to see if you like that as well. “Well now you’re my personal little puppet.” He teases against your lips, making a laugh puff out of you that is followed up by another moan. “Let’s see how hard you cum like this.” 

“Fuck- fuck, I love you.” You pant, feeling him start to move ever so slightly inside you, not trying to do too much right now, just seeing what has you gasping and clenching around his fist. 

“I love you too.” He promises, kissing you again and leaning back to watch as he plays with your body. You had asked him to fist you, now both of you know that he can. It’s time to discover how much fun the two of you can have with this now. 

[autotopic]

1938 Mercedes-Benz W154

In September 1936, the AIACR (Association Internationale des Automobile Clubs Reconnus), the governing body of motor racing, set the new Grand Prix regulations effective from 1938. Key stipulations included a maximum engine displacement of three liters for supercharged engines and 4.5 liters for naturally aspirated engines, with a minimum car weight ranging from 400 to 850 kilograms, depending on engine size.

By the end of the 1937 season, Mercedes-Benz engineers were already hard at work developing the new W154, exploring various ideas, including a naturally aspirated engine with a W24 configuration, a rear-mounted engine, direct fuel injection, and fully streamlined bodies. Ultimately, due to heat management considerations, they opted for an in-house developed 60-degree V12 engine designed by Albert Heess. This engine mirrored the displacement characteristics of the 1924 supercharged two-liter M 2 L 8 engine, with each of its 12 cylinders displacing 250 cc. Using glycol as a coolant allowed temperatures to reach up to 125°C. The engine featured four overhead camshafts operating 48 valves via forked rocker arms, with three cylinders combined under welded coolant jackets, and non-removable heads. It had a high-capacity lubrication system, circulating 100 liters of oil per minute, and initially utilized two single-stage superchargers, later replaced by a more efficient two-stage supercharger in 1939.

The first prototype engine ran on the test bench in January 1938, and by February 7, it had achieved a nearly trouble-free test run, producing 427 hp (314 kW) at 8,000 rpm. During the first half of the season, drivers such as Caracciola, Lang, von Brauchitsch, and Seaman had access to 430 hp (316 kW), which later increased to over 468 hp (344 kW). At the Reims circuit, Hermann Lang's W154 was equipped with the most powerful version, delivering 474 hp (349 kW) and reaching 283 km/h (176 mph) on the straights. Notably, the W154 was the first Mercedes-Benz racing car to feature a five-speed gearbox.

Max Wagner, tasked with designing the suspension, had an easier job than his counterparts working on the engine. He retained much of the advanced chassis architecture from the previous year's W125 but enhanced the torsional rigidity of the frame by 30 percent. The V12 engine was mounted low and at an angle, with the carburetor air intakes extending through the expanded radiator grille.

The driver sat to the right of the propeller shaft, and the W154's sleek body sat close to the ground, lower than the tops of its tires. This design gave the car a dynamic appearance and a low center of gravity. Both Manfred von Brauchitsch and Richard Seaman, whose technical insights were highly valued by Chief Engineer Rudolf Uhlenhaut, praised the car's excellent handling.

The W154 became the most successful Silver Arrow of its era. Rudolf Caracciola secured the 1938 European Championship title (as the World Championship did not yet exist), and the W154 won three of the four Grand Prix races that counted towards the championship.

To ensure proper weight distribution, a saddle tank was installed above the driver's legs. In 1939, the addition of a two-stage supercharger boosted the V12 engine, now named the M163, to 483 hp (355 kW) at 7,800 rpm. Despite the AIACR's efforts to curb the speed of Grand Prix cars, the new three-liter formula cars matched the lap times of the 1937 750-kg formula cars, demonstrating that their attempt was largely unsuccessful. Over the winter of 1938-39, the W154 saw several refinements, including a higher cowl line around the cockpit for improved driver safety and a small, streamlined instrument panel mounted to the saddle tank. As per Uhlenhaut’s philosophy, only essential information was displayed, centered around a large tachometer flanked by water and oil temperature gauges, ensuring the driver wasn't overwhelmed by unnecessary data.

[fearfulfertility]

CONFIDENTIAL REPORT

DRC, Security Office, Internal Security Division

To: Director [REDACTED]

From: Assistant Director [REDACTED]

Subject: Analysis of Quarterly Surrogate Escape Attempts

Date: [REDACTED]

Prepared for: Director [REDACTED]

Executive Summary

Surrogates attempting to escape from paternity compounds represent a futile but ultimately recurring security concern. While first-tour handlers often express alarm when an escape attempt is in progress, historical data confirms that out of [REDACTED] escape attempts, no surrogate has ever successfully fled beyond a manageable distance. This report examines the average distance surrogates make it before they collapse under their weight, factors contributing to these failed escapes, and the notable case of a surrogate who managed to steal a vehicle—only to discover he was too heavy for it to move.

The findings outlined here show that pursuit is generally unnecessary and that escape attempts often resolve themselves naturally within minutes.

I. Escape Distance Analysis

Security footage from the past [REDACTED] was analyzed to assess the maximum distance surrogates can travel before exhaustion sets in. The following data presents the average escape distances categorized by fetal load and total pregnancy weight.

Surrogate #S111-172-H - Octuplets (8)

Abdominal Circumference: 71 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 155 lbs

Current Weight: 310-350 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 61 ft

Surrogate #S121-132-L - Dodecuplets (12)

Abdominal Circumference: 84 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 162 lbs

Current Total Weight: 380-420 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 38 ft

Surrogate #S138-116-O - Quindecuplets (15)

Abdominal Circumference: 91 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 167 lbs

Current Total Weight: 440-475 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 21 ft

Surrogate #S132-162-Q - Septendecuplets (17)

Abdominal Circumference: 95 in.

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 183 lbs

Current Total Weight: 480-520 lbs

Total Escape Distance: 9 ft 

Surrogate #S127-189-S - Nonodecuplets (19)

Abdominal Circumference: 102 in. (259 cm)

Pre-Pregnancy Weight: 147 lbs

Current Total Weight: 530+ lbs

Total Escape Distance: [REDACTED] (Became Stuck in Doorway)

The data shows no surrogate has ever managed to travel more than [REDACTED] before succumbing to exhaustion, weight burden, or pregnancy-related complications triggered by excessive movement. The most significant factor in these collapses is the overwhelming strain on the cardiovascular and [REDACTED] systems, combined with the rapid depletion of available oxygen due to [REDACTED].

II. Case Studies

Case Study #1

One of the most notable escape attempts occurred at Paternity Compound 117 (Atlanta, GA, FEMA Zone 4), in which Surrogate S312-102-N (14 fetuses, +460 lbs) successfully made it to an unattended van.

Security footage showed the surrogate waddling at maximum speed ([REDACTED] mph) for approximately [REDACTED] feet before reaching an unlocked package delivery vehicle.

The surrogate opened the driver-side door, seated himself inside, and attempted to start the engine.

Due to the weight distribution shift inside the vehicle, the van’s front suspension immediately bottomed out, lifting the rear tires off the ground.

At this point, the vehicle was completely immobilized. The surrogate was then apprehended before further disruption could occur.

Extraction required four staff members and a medical lubricant to free the surrogate from the driver’s seat.

The delivery vehicle suffered damage due to excessive weight and had to be disposed of.

The entire escape attempt lasted a total of 4 minutes and 17 seconds.

"I saw him waddle for the van and just stood there with my arms crossed. What was I supposed to do—run? The guy barely made it ten steps without gasping for air. Then he sat down, and that van dipped like a seesaw. Funniest thing I’ve seen all week." - Security Officer [REDACTED]

Case Study #2

Another memorable escape attempt occurred at Paternity Compound 131 (Medford, OR, FEMA Zone 10), in which Surrogate S131-564-R (Quindecuplets (15), +485 lbs) grossly underestimated his stamina.

Security footage from the delivery ward showed the doctor and nurse leaving to attend to a [REDACTED] matter, leaving the surrogate unsupervised.

The surrogate managed to roll off his bed and waddled [REDACTED] steps.

The surrogate was then seized by a contraction, causing him to collapse onto all fours.

The movement accelerated his delivery as he started crowning. 

At this point, the doctor and nurse returned in time to deliver the baby and then restrained the surrogate from further disruptions.

The surrogate continued to labor through eight more births before he was light enough to return to his bed.

The delivery suite required extra cleaning to deal with unplanned [REDACTED] discharge.

The entire escape attempt lasted a total of 1 minute and 37 seconds.

"I stepped out for two minutes, and when I came back, he was down on the floor, halfway through delivery. He thought he was running? Honey, you weren’t escaping—you were just inducing labor the hard way!" - Doctor [REDACTED]

Case Study #3

A final escape attempt occurred at Paternity Compound 127 (Columbus, OH, FEMA Zone 5), in which Surrogate S127-882-R (Quindecuplets (15), +515 lbs) attempted to flee while locked into caloric feeding machines.

Security footage from the feeding ward showed three handlers becoming distracted when one caloric feeding machine sprung a leak, spilling [REDACTED] gallons of nutritional slurry onto the ground. 

The surrogate rose from his seat and attempted to waddle to the exit but forgot the feeding tube was still in his mouth. 

The aforementioned feeding tube only had 5 feet of tether before it yanked the surrogate backward.

The surrogate lost balance and collapsed onto his back, pinned by his belly.

At this point, the handlers noticed the escape attempt and intervened.

Handlers restrained the surrogate on the ground while increasing the volume of nutritional slurry from the caloric feeding machine. 

Within six hours, rapid weight gain rendered him immobile, with futile attempts to stand independently.

The entire escape attempt lasted a total of 57 seconds.

"I should’ve taken the stupid mask off! One second I was moving, the next—BAM—flat on my back, belly sticking straight up like a damn overturned turtle. Then they just left me there, still hooked up to the feeder, stuffing me until I was too fat to even roll over." - Surrogate S127-882-R

III. Key Takeaways & Security Recommendations

No Need for High-Speed Pursuits

All surrogates experienced severe exhaustion within [REDACTED] seconds, making pursuit entirely unnecessary.

Security officers should conserve energy and approach at a casual walking pace.

"Rolling Method" for Surrogate Retrieval

When surrogates collapse on their backs, they become functionally incapacitated.

Rather than attempting direct lifting, security should gently roll them sideways to reposition them before transport.

Discourage Vehicle Access, But Not Too Much

Given the abysmal damage rates amongst vehicle-based escape attempts, staff should lock vehicles when not in use.

Optimize Flooring to Accelerate Fatigue

Security recommends installing padded flooring in escape-prone corridors to accelerate surrogate exhaustion and reduce resistance without direct intervention.

Conclusion

Escape attempts, while frequent, remain an entirely self-defeating endeavor. The average surrogate collapses within seconds to minutes or quickly finds their size impossible to manage independently.

As a result, additional security measures are deemed unnecessary. Instead, compounds should continue allowing surrogates to exhaust themselves, retrieve them when ready, and maintain their focus rather than worrying about "successful" escapes.

This report confirms that surrogates are their worst enemies when it comes to escape and that a policy of minimal intervention will continue to be the most cost-effective approach.

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[gogogodzilla]

day 11, mutual masturbation

steve harrington x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, afab reader, no pronouns used, slight dirty talk kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

Steve Harrington’s car was where you spent many a night wrapped against the boy, fogging the windows with your sensual ventures. Tonight was no exception. 

He claimed that he wanted to try something new. “I want to see you,” he said, a giddy smile gracing his lips. 

You tilted your head, “But you always see me?” 

“I want to see all of you.” 

And so here you were, one leg spread over the top of the bench seat and the other resting on the floorboard of his car. Your panties were hooked around one ankle, and your jeans were long forgotten, thrown somewhere in the back seat. 

Steve sat across from you in the driver’s seat taking in every single detail as he watched you slide a finger through your folds, spreading your slick. It had begun to coat your fingers, and you wanted to lean forward and press them past his plush lips so he could taste you. But you stayed put. 

His cock was straining against his jeans as he watched you dip a finger into your entrance before circling back to rub your clit. You could never fill yourself as completely as he did. You could never reach those sensitive spots that he did. 

Your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth as you watched him palm himself, the strain in his pants becoming too great. You salivated at the thought of him stroking himself along with you. Fortunately, you didn’t have to wait too long. He popped the button of his jeans before yanking his zipper down. Nimble fingers slid under the waistband of his boxers, freeing himself from his jeans. His cock bobbed against his abdomen, and your mouth watered.

He stroked himself slowly, languidly. He used the beads of precum that had begun to form to lubricate his strokes. You bit back a moan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. You slipped a finger completely in your tight hole and pumped your hand in time with him. Eventually, you slid in a second finger; lewd noises filled the car as you began to work towards your climax. 

Steve praised you to high heaven as your movements became more hurried. You leaned your head back against the window and watched him through half-lidded eyes. The cool glass felt heavenly against your flushed skin. He had his shirt hiked up to reveal his dark happy trail. You wanted so badly to touch him, to kiss him there and then take his length into your mouth. 

“Look so pretty touching yourself, baby,” he praised, his eyes drifting to your core. 

“S’not as good as you, Stevie,” you whined. Steve’s strokes stuttered at your words, and he moaned your name. 

You extended your thumb to rub sloppy circles around your clit. Your fingers were getting slippery due to your arousal, but you didn’t stop. Steve was making those beautiful whines and moans and you could feel your release approaching quickly. 

You came with a cry as you felt yourself clench around your own fingers. Steve was quick to follow, a breathy moan and a string of curses rushing past his lips. 

“Fuck, fuck, shit. Baby, I’m cumming!” 

His release came in white strings that covered his hand, some landing on the light denim of his jeans. You attempted to catch your breath, your leg sliding down to nudge Steve’s thigh.

You couldn't help yourself as you crawled forward and licked his release off his hand, meeting his eyes as you did so. His cock twitched against you and a jolt struck your core. 

You’d had the suspension of his car squeaking within minutes.

[omegaverse-guide]

On Omegas

This post is supposed to summarize and explain omegas in the context of the omegaverse. If you don’t know what that is, refer to Omegaverse 101 first. To see the corresponding post about alphas, click here. For betas, click here.

Biology

For the most part, people in omegaverse story are baseline humans and function as such, unless your canon (or AU of that canon) deals with aliens or magic. The difference is mostly in the reproductive system, which, in the case of omegas, can vary quite a bit, though the important shared conclusion is that all omegas regardless of their primary gender, can give birth.

So there is a womb?

Yes. Male omegas do have all the internal parts to make babies. This usually does include wider hips to enable childbirth, though in some fics it can be more difficult for them to deliver babies compared to women, or even require a c-section (though this realistically only makes sense if omegas were genetically engineered because for most of human history we did not have c-sections so this is rather unbelievable from a natural selection standpoint).

But how do you get to that womb with your (alpha) dick??

Good question. There is no definite answer, but omegaverse authors usually choose one of two options: ass or pussy.

If you choose ass, your (male) omega now gains self-lubrication in the form of slick to his ass, as well as a connection to his womb from said asshole. Usually this also makes the hole loosen itself with arousal, diminishing or erasing the pesky need to prepare and stretch before you get to the fun breeding part.

If you choose pussy, well. Your man's got a pussy now and it works like a functioning pussy on a real afab human. Easy.

You could also make up something else, though - I've seen extra holes just below the asshole that function like a vagina and only open noticably after presenting. The only limit is your creativity and your reader's suspension of disbelief (but don't let that one stop you if you got a vision).

So are there dicks?

Usually, yes, but not necessarily. Omega dicks tend to be small. How small? Hard to tell. Some of them are tiny, like an inch or less, and practically useless, while others are small only in comparison to the ridiculous alpha dick sizes, and could reasonably belong to an adult human irl. It's also entirely up to the author if these dicks are necessary for orgasm, if they can even get properly hard, and if they have the ability to eject real semen that could get someone else pregnant. Sometimes, though, there are no dicks at all, just a pussy, and all I ask the authors of those fics then: so how did you assign this baby as male then? Sure, in adulthood you see the difference through the lack of boobs, but baby girls also don't have boobs. I've never seen anyone explain this in fic, so I'm curious if someone has come up with a solution to this. Do you wait for kids to express their own gender identity if they lack a dick? Unlikely but cool. Do you just assign them all female and then go back on it if they get secondary male characteristics during puberty? Is there a magic or science way to know?

So no boobs?

Nope, not usually. Importantly, omegas can frequently lactate and breastfeed if they do end up getting pregnant, and they may grow boobs during this process, but they tend to be rather small and then disappear once there is no more baby to feed. Though if your fav fictional male is already well-endowed in the chest area you can always claim those are just his boobs and they're always there. Nobody's stopping you.

...Do I need to worry about periods?

No. They're rarely mentioned, so we can just comfortably assume they don't exist or just not talk about them. It sounds kinda like a pain to bleed from your ass anyway. Though it also is a pain to bleed from your pussy so. I mean. It's up to you. Wolves don't have periods so you could take another helpful piece of their biology and get rid of them for everyone including women! Nobody likes them anyway! You'll be doing society a huge service! Unless of course you wanna make your fav male blorbo go through that shit, then of course he has them. He probably deserves it, anyway. Or at least he deserves his sweet alpha boyfriend to pamper him and/or go buy pads and ask him what size pussy he wears.

Heats

Here it is, perhaps the most defining feature of omegaverse besides mpreg. All omegas (at least past puberty/presentation and before menopause) frequently enter heats. How frequently? Often once a month, so around an actual human's cycle, but it may be once a year for a mating season, or only happen when triggered by meeting their fated mate.

The heat itself is the period of time when an omega is fertile. It expresses itself with increased levels of horny, unstoppable production of slick, and a raised body temperature similar to a fever. This heat may just be an annoying itch, or it may make the omega completely bedridden and also overwriting their higher brain functions, being reduced to nothing but a willing, desperate hole for any alpha passing by. Though if an omega is mated, those desires may only be directed towards the mate, with all other alphas losing their appeal.

Heats do tend to pass after a select period of time (anywhere from a day to a month, though there is no upper limit and it usually depends on the frequency - more frequent heats tend to be shorter, though of course there may always be exceptions), though they're usually at the very least not comfortable to spend on your own. Even if the omega can bring themselves to orgasm, it won't have the same effect as being knotted by an alpha, or being filled with an alpha's cum. Of course, if you're looking for a fuck-or-die, heats can easily be repurposed to last forever and drain an omega of all their energy until they die unless a generous alpha fucks them.

Mating glands

A staple, typically located around the neck. I've seen them on the back of the neck a bunch, though personally I usually assume they're on the sides, where neck and shoulder meet, though you can do whatever you want. These glands can be bitten into by an alpha and form a bond that attunes them to each other. This could go as deep as being able to share thoughts, though it's not usually that, more often it means the mates will only be attracted to each other, recognize each other's scents from far away, be more affected by their partner's scent, make them want to take care of the other, and of course synch their heat and rut cycles. For the most part, this is a one-sided thing - the alpha bites and the omega is bitten, though it can be made mutual in some fics, or it may only work if the omega is aroused and willing, or it can be forced regardless.

Scent glands

Like most omegaverse inhabitants, omegas have a stronger scent and/or a better sense of smell than your average real human. The scent may be anything you desire and fits your blorbo, though omega scents tend to be on the sweet side. They also often have a calming effect on others, especially children or their mates, though they may also make their mates very horny and possessive. The glands are also usually located around the neck area, though extra ones may be placed on the wrists or inner thighs.

Societal standing

Omegas are generally thought to be sweet and caring, traditionally relegated to very specific roles such as child-rearing. If you don't wanna think about it for some pwp or incosequential fluff, just. Women. They're treated like women, generally, you live in a society, you've seen what that means.

Unlike for alphas, the inclusion of betas rarely changes much for the omegas in the stories, they're the lowest in the pecking order regardless, however, there is still some variety in how they're treated, depending on what kind of story a given author wants to write. I'll lay out a couple trends, but be aware that there are infinite amounts of nuanced takes and worldbuilding out there, and I can't possibly cover them all in this post.

The sex slave

This one tends to suck the most for omegas. In this version, they're not (or barely) seen as people, and their only purpose in life is to get fucked and give birth, rinse and repeat. They may be sold like goods or traded between packs, owned by a singular alpha or used by the entire pack come mating season, but either way, they do not get to choose.

The perpetual minor

Taken from historical restrictions imposed on women, this one doesn't treat omegas as objects, but they're not seen as full members of society either. Lip service may be paid to their important role, but their role is still limited and usually not their choice. Omegas in these kinds of worlds may not be bought and sold, but they're prohibited from many jobs, may not be able to open a bank account on their own or inherit property, or need permission from someone else for medical procedures, especially concerning their reproductive health. That someone usually being their father until they get mated and married, at which point it switches to their mate.

Omega Rights

This is the common trope you see in modern AUs. It assumes omegas have been oppressed in the past, but society has changed due to a political campaign similar to the real women's rights movement, and won them personhood status. More often than not, these societies are still in the process of change, even if most or even all legal barriers have been removed, old views and stereotypes as well as some structural barriers still remain. This can be chosen for the ease of writing what you know, or because you have shit to say about how things currently are, or just because you don't love dub or non con.

The Queen Bee

In a subversion of the usual standard, it's absolutely possible to make omegas the most powerful members of society. Omegas may be genuinely revered for being able ot give birth (esp if betas do not exist or are infertile), they may be rare and chosen as royalty, or be seen as closest to some kind of god. Playing with the tropes, they may be able to manipulate alphas according to their will with their scents, or become the ultimate prize to claim only for the most succesful alphas to give them a chance to reproduce. You might have to do some math on how to sustain the population if you get too crazy with it, or you can just forgo that and say it works somehow if you don't feel like math is worth your time for a horny fic with a subtop alpha and a dombottom omega.

Omega instincts

Whether it’s just nebulous feelings or a distinct inner voice the POV character can actually talk to, omegas have instincts that are stronger than what a normal human experiences - perhaps even impossible to resist, if the author so chooses. So, what are they compelled to do?

Mate & Breed

Obviously, that’s the first and most important one, the one the whole trope is famous for. An omega wants to be mated and bred by an alpha, especially if the omega is in heat. That’s just how it is.

Nest & Nourish

Not quite as integral but still wide-spread, omegas will feel the need to build a nest, especially if their heat is close, for themselves and their alpha if they have one. That nest is usually made of pillows and blankets (or whatever else they have available that's comfortable), and is the ultimate safe space for the omega. Outsiders are usually not allowed inside, and the nest is the place where they take care of themselves, their mates, and their kids. Omegas are usually not depicted as particularly aggressive, but the exception is often when they feel their offspring (or any children) are threatened, though omegas tend to naturally show affection more through taking care of others rather than physically fight for them.

Submit sexually

Whether they like it or not, omegas tend to be natural subs. They are turned on by alphas being dominant, possessive, and often rough/aggressive. It's up to the individual author if this is just a fun, healthy kink, an issue of consent the main couple has to work around, or an internal conflict for the omega as they enjoy (or are at least aroused by) alphas forcing themselves on the omega.

…And that’s about it! You’ve made it all the way to the end!

Remember, I’ve been generalizing - if there is any one thing you don’t like, you can remove it from your fic! This is your playground! Everything here can be changed and challenged, adjusted to fit your fandom and your blorbo and your own desires. This is just an overview.

Have fun writing and reading!

[enriquemzn262]

New year, new mechanical issue:

This thing is called a cruceta, a joint in English, I was told a noise it had was just a matter of lubrication, but when I got to the place I was told it is in fact busted and needs replacement.

This is the piece, at 20 dollars it wasn’t that expensive, but both the mechanic, the guy at the lubrication shop, and the store owner told me it was best to replace all the three joints that make up my pickup’s axel, since I needed to take down the whole thing anyway to replace that one, and if one failed, the others will soon too.

So I just did! 60 dollars in spares so tomorrow I can get them into the pickup, see if with this I can finally get rid of my mechanical issues for good, as I plan to sell this bastard before the year’s end.

I also want to fix an issue with the rear suspension, I was told I could live with it, but I can’t balance the wheels because of it, so that will be the last thing I will do to this bitch, just to ensure I can get a good sale price for it.

I have a small electrical issue with the turning lights as well, when I use my right turn light, the whole dashboard lights up as if I had turn on the lights, and when I actually do turn on the lights, said turning light stays on. It’s small because it comes and goes, and I honestly don’t want to bother with it, but just in case, anyone knows how can I fix that?

For now I have enough to get all that shit done, finger’s crossed no more shit pops up.

[sleepingdeath-light]

abyss monarch cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (02/07/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; abyss monarch cookie

outline ; “I'm back ahaha- Abyss Monarch Cookie smut and relationship hcs? I think they're interesting.”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, use of tentacles, size kink, dom!abyss monarch, dumbification

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

they’re a dominant by nature and there’s no chance of you being able to dom them — at best they might sit back and let you use them to get yourself off but even then they’ll maintain a distinct air of control over you (a looming, lingering sense that they could flip you over and fuck you stupid whenever they want, that your brief flickering control in the moment is only there because they allowed it)

their tentacles are incredibly dextrous and versatile and they’re more than capable of putting them to good use — bondage, suspension, pain play and punishment, penetration and so on

though, of course, the ones that they use to penetrate you (be that orally, anally or — if you have one — vaginally) differ from the other tentacles as they’re intended for reproduction: smooth, lacking in suckers, thicker and they produce their own lubricant

they have a thing for filling and stretching you to the brim and making you look small and fragile, so for them belly/throat bulging and size kink go hand in hand

abyss monarch also has a bit of a sadistic/cruel streak which tends to come out most often when they’re punishing you — using degrading and humiliating language as they poke and prod and grope and pinch at your body, edging you until you’re sobbing and drooling and pleading and apologising

they also have a very slight thing for dumbification — for turning you into a limp, drooling, trembling, cum filled/smeared mess only able to moan and whine and whimper — but this only really comes into play when they’re engaging in rougher play with you and have gotten past the point of overstimulating you

they’ll either call you your name or ‘little one’ in bed — of course adding any degradation or praise onto them based on the mood of the evening — as the first lends itself to their more impersonal approach to your relationship and the second aligns perfectly with their size kink

if they had a phone they’d definitely have a secure album dedicated to photos and videos of you during or just after sex: legs spread with their cum dripping out of your hole(s), the sounds you make when you’re absolutely cock drunk, a video depicting their tentacles filling and thrusting into all of your holes until you squirt/spurt all over them and yourself, etc.

they’re apathetic about being caught as they’re so isolated and reclusive that the chances of anyone coming across you in the first place is so slim it’s not even worth considering — but if the unlikely were to occur then they’d probably throw their cloak over you to cover you up, not even stopping what they’re doing as they practically obliterate the intruder

they’re not really a fan of sex toys as they’re confident enough in their ability to provide whatever sensation/stimulation you want — equally they’d probably punish you with a maddening amount of edging followed by mind numbing overstimulation to show you precisely what they’re capable of

not really a fan of receiving or giving oral straight up — but if you beg them enough and have been on your best behaviour then they might just hoist you up over their face and use their tongue, lips and other appendages to drive you to the edge over and over and over and over again until your voice is shot from moaning

they use some of their suckered tentacles to explore and grope along your body whilst you’re suspended in a punishment — two thick smooth tendrils fucking into you relentlessly whilst a half dozen slender ones flick, pull, grope and caress their way up and down your body (throat to chest to stomach to sides to ass to thighs and back again and again and again) — it’s enough to drive you mad

[trivialbob]

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood ♪ ☼ ♫

I took two of my dogs for a walk around Lake Harriet. There's still ice along the shoreline. Ella wanted to walk on the ice but it's not safe, even for her 40 pounds. Sulley just wanted to lick the ice.

Unfortunately for Oliver, he remained home. Walking three dogs on leashes around other people is too much of a clown show for me to deal with.

Oh don't worry, Oliver got "Stay at home treats." Those are actually a thing at our house. My wife stores hem in a different jars, kept separate from the "We just got home treats," the "Good morning treats," and the "Oh, who's such a good dog?" treats (you have to use the right tone of voice when dispensing those last ones).

Quite of few runners were at the lake. That's no surprise with this nice weather. Many had awful early-season form. I could here them coming behind me, scraping shoes on the path or stomping like they're trying to put out a brush fire. There are going to be some achy knees and ankles tonight.

I saw a man riding a Specialized carbon fiber, full suspension mountain bike. Because he was on a smooth, paved bike path I assumed he pedaling to some far away hills. His chain made terrible squeaking noises.

The man was decked out in all the expensive-looking gear, from head to toe, from Gore-Tex to Lycra to micro fiber. Buying all of that must not have left funds to chain lubricant.

OK, fine. Maybe he was just doing a start-of-the-season shakedown ride near his home. Find out what needs to be adjusted or lubricated, before going to the mountain. A nice bike squeaking like that though sounded terrible. I have a comfortable pair of Børn shoes that squeak on grocery store floors. I would sooner shop in my socks than wear those squeaky shoes around other people.

During my walk I politely declined to purchase Girl Scout cookies at four locations. Those kids are showing up everywhere. On some street corners they set up tables and dare people to say no to cookies. If they start giving free samples on those corners, to get people hooked, those light green vests basically become gang colors.

The grocery store always has a table inside for the Scouts. Sometimes outside too. I can usually squeak past the girls without being noticed, as long as I am not wearing those Børn shoes.

Even the brewery lets the girls set up a table inside AND walk around to all the other tables. Strangely, boxes of Girl Scout cookies spontaneously appear in the trunk of my wife's Subaru when it's parked at the brewery. This generally happens while I use the rest room right before we go home. How does that car even know Thin Mints are her favorite?

This year I have consumed exactly one Girl Scout cookie. A friend at the brewery told me the Toast-Yay! cookies, flavored like French toast and with icing on the bottom, are excellent dipped in coffee. He had just purchased a ton of them and insisted I try one. It was very good, even without being dunked in coffee.

Tagalongs and Somoas were my favorites. I just don't have enough interest in cookies nowadays to buy any though.

[diabolus1exmachina]

Abarth 1300OT Periscopica Coupé

In 1958, the American Chrysler Corporation pursued an entry into the European motor manufacturing market by buying 15 per cent of the French Simca company's stock from Ford. At that time, however, the dominant shareholder remained Fiat of Turin, and their influence remained distinctively apparent in the engineering and design of Simca cars for several years into the early 1960s. However, in 1963 Chrysler increased its Simca stake to a controlling 64 per cent by purchasing stock from Fiat, subsequently extending that holding to 77 per cent.

Chrysler had no interest in any continuation of the previously successful Simca Abarth and Abarth Simca high-performance car collaboration, which came to a juddering halt. In Turin Carlo Abarth found himself left more or less high and dry, but the supply of basically Simca 1000 chassis floor pans, upon which the sleek and superfast Abarth Simca 1600s and 2000s had been based, left quite a number in stock, as yet unused. The popular legend is that it was upon these unused Simca platforms that Abarth then founded his 1300cc class Gran Turismo design for 1965 – the OT 1300. Abarth's technical team under Mario Colucci had developed a boxed pressed-steel chassis structure on the modified Simca 1000 floor pan to which allindependent suspension was attached with componentry drawn from the Fiat 850 shelves. The Abarth OT 1300 then emerged, to race for the first time as a prototype in the September, 1965, Nurburgring 500-Kilometre classic.

Driver Klaus Steinmetz hammered the new Coupé home to a fine third-place finish overall and the OT 1300 was up and running into the record books, becoming one of the most successful – and also one of the most distinctive – models that Abarth & C ever produced. The OT 1300's rear-mounted all-Abarth engine was overhung – in best Carlo Abarth-approved style. It was a 4-cylinder unit with twin overhead camshaft cylinder head, using a block with cylinder bore and stroke dimensions of 86mm x 55.5mm to displace 1289cc.

With two valves per cylinder and a 10.5:1 compression ratio, the engine breathed through two twin-choke Weber 45DCOE9 carburettors. Ignition was by two plugs per cylinder, fired by single distributor. Dry-sump lubrication was adopted and the power unit produced a reliable 147bhp at 8,800rpm. This lusty engine, perfected by Abarth's power-unit specialist Luciano Fochi with five main-bearing crankshaft, drove via a five-speed and reverse Abarth transaxle.

Wheelbase length of the OT 1300 was nominally 2015mm, front track 1296mm and rear track 1340mm. It featured moulded glassfibre clamshell-style opening front and rear body sections moulded by Sibona & Basano in Turin, and this pert-nosed Coupé became a familiar sight dominating its class for three consecutive years. Production of the OT 1300 began on May 15 1966 and ended on March 30, 1966, by which time the minimum production number of 50 required by the FIA for homologation as a Gran Turismo model had (allegedly) been achieved. The most distinctive single characteristic of the OT 1300 Coupé, apart from its huge International success within its class, was its adoption of the Periscopica air-cooling intake on the rear of the cabin roof. Casual onlookers would assume that the periscopelike intake fed intake air into the rear-mounted engine, but this is absolutely not the case. Instead, the water and oil-cooling pipe runs through the cockpit area heated-up the cabin to what was generally considered to be an unacceptable level for endurance racing, and the periscope intake merely blasted cold air down into the cabin to cool the driver himself...

From the OT 1300 Mario Colucci developed the OT 2000 Coupé using the 1946cc 4-cylinder power unit perfected by his colleague Luciano Fochi and with some 215bhp at 7,600rpm that largerengined model was capable of exceeding 165mph in a straight line. In fact all these Abarths with their sleek aerodynamic bodies and light weight really were exceedingly rapid by the standards of the time and within their respective capacity classes.

[quirkwizard]

Pliabody and Engine QM?

New Quirk Name: Suspension

This Mutant type Quirk alters the user's body with black coils, similar to a car's suspension. This makes the user more springy, allowing them to twist and bend their body more easily. The user can push this suspension outward, with the immense force of the push causing them to launch themselves around at high speeds. This can be used to both push the user up and forward, making them capable of leaping up buildings and rapidly moving themselves around. This gives the user a good mix of mobility options, able to bend and bounce around as they please. They can nimbly dodge harm, leap around buildings, scout around with their high mobility, augment their attacks with their high pushing power, or simply use it to literally flex on people. Though stressing out the suspension can end up hindering the user's ability to properly move their body. The user will need to lubricate the suspension as well, namely by drinking milk.

[strictstandards]

Cold Starts & Winter Nights 🥶❄️ Suzuki Swift Sport ZC33s 

2017 Suzuki Swift Sport ZC33s on RAYS Gram Lights 57BNA Wheels & Roamair Air Lift Suspension

Stretchin’ the 🦵🏼s with @akiparacing and his modified 2017 Suzuki Swift Sport ZC33s on RAYS Gram Lights 57BNA Wheels❄️

A friendly reminder to get outside and give your project those periodic starts— for 5-10 minutes every 1-2 weeks, especially during the cold months of winter storage 🫴🏻

A routine such as helps your engine and electrical with:

🪫 Preventing deep battery discharge

⚙️ Helps keep your engine nice and lubricated

🔁 Helps regulate fuel system health 

🚫 Prevents any rusting of brake rotors 

Simple yet essential, but still, this goes skipped, and struggles persist ☝🏻

Don't be that guy asking for a boost when the snow is finally melting away 😌

@highrochan • @akiparacing • #STRICTSTANDARDS 🇯🇵

[francenandsonforeigncarrepair]

Why Your Porsche Macan Might Vibrate When Accelerating

Have you been experiencing vibration when driving your Porsche Macan at high speeds lately?

Macan is one of the most popular Porsche models… known for its impressive handling and performance. If it is vibrating when you press the gas pedal, it is trying to communicate with you about an issue. An issue that, if left undiagnosed, can translate into expensive repairs. Today’s blog post discusses some of the prominent reasons why such a high-performing vehicle might shudder during acceleration.

Common Causes of Vibration

Tire Issues

#1- Unbalanced tires: If your Macan’s tires are not properly balanced, you will experience a wobbling sensation when driving at high speeds. The intensity of the sensation will only increase over time. Vibration is the least that you’ll need to be worried about. Unbalanced tires can contribute to an array of drivability issues including decreased handling, increased tire wear, and a rougher ride.

#2- Worn or damaged tires: You might sense vibration as you accelerate your Porsche if there is a bulge in its tire sidewall… It is not safe to drive with such a tire deformity. It can contribute to a bunch of performance-related issues―ranging from traction loss to poor handling. You might also have to deal with issues such as sudden blowouts, premature tire replacement, and suspension malfunctions.

#3- Improper tire pressure: Inflating tires beyond the recommended range can also cause vibration. It is therefore important that you have your Porsche Macan’s tire pressure checked routinely and inflate it according to the manufacturer’s guidelines. 

Drivetrain problems

#1- Worn drive shaft: The drive shaft is an essential component of a vehicle’s drivetrain… entrusted with the task of facilitating power transfer from the engine to the wheels. If your Porsche’s drive shaft gets damaged because of corrosion, contamination, or physical impact, you’ll encounter all sorts of drivability issues… including intense vibration under acceleration.  

#2- Issues with the differential: The differential is yet another power-distributing component of your vehicle’s drivetrain… responsible for enabling the wheels to turn at different speeds. If there is something off with your Porsche Macan’s differential, you may feel vibration… especially during acceleration. Address the issue promptly if you don’t want the issue to escalate into an expensive repair.

#3- Transmission problems: When was the last time you had your Porsche Macan’s gearbox fluid changed? The gearbox is an important component of any vehicle… the sole purpose of which is to make the engine a controlled source of power. If your vehicle’s transmission system acts up because of low lubricant or a damaged component, its performance will suffer. And your vehicle might shudder under acceleration.

Engine issues

#1- Misfiring cylinders: Your Porsche engine will vibrate violently if some of its cylinders are not firing properly. From ignition system issues to faulty sensors… there can be many reasons why a car engine may misfire. Find out what’s going on with your Porsche and why some of its cylinders are not firing the way they should.

#2- Faulty spark plugs or ignition coils: Electric sparks generated by these tiny components ensure controlled combustion of the air-fuel mixture inside the cylinders. Prolonged exposure to repeated heating and cooling cycles, accumulation of carbon deposits, and improper gap between spark plug electrodes can influence spark plug operation… As a result, the engine might run rough and vibrate violently.

#3- Fuel delivery issues: If your Porsche Macan engine is not getting the correct amount of fuel at the right time, its performance will suffer. It may run unevenly and vibrate during acceleration.

Suspension and alignment

#1- Worn suspension components: The suspension system does much more than just damping road shocks. It distributes the vehicle’s weight across all four wheels. It prevents body roll during turns. Most importantly… it enables better steering response. Your Porsche will vibrate during acceleration if its suspension system is not in good shape.

Wrapping Up

So, there you have it…

A list of reasons why you might experience vibration when accelerating your Porsche Macan. Such an issue should not go undiagnosed… as it could lead to expensive repairs down the road. Have your vehicle checked by certified professionals if it’s wobbling too much under acceleration. Whether the culprit is a faulty suspension part or a defective drivetrain part… have it fixed before its too late.