#crank pin

[bikashdaily]

Exploring Different Types of Crankshafts and Their Applications

Welcome to our blog post on the fascinating world of crankshafts and their diverse applications in various engines. A crankshaft is a vital component of any engine, responsible for converting reciprocating motion into rotational motion. It serves as the backbone of an engine, facilitating the transfer of power from the pistons to the drivetrain. The world of crankshafts is incredibly vast, encompassing different types and functions tailored to specific engine requirements. Engine builders and enthusiasts alike recognize the significance of choosing the right crankshaft type for optimal performance. In this article, we will delve into the realm of crankshafts, exploring the different types available and shedding light on their applications.

Crankshafts come in a range of designs, each serving a distinct purpose based on the engine’s intended use. Understanding the various crankshaft types is crucial for engine builders, as it allows them to tailor the engine’s characteristics to meet specific performance goals. The primary function of a crankshaft is to convert the reciprocating motion of the pistons into rotational motion, which drives the vehicle or powers machinery. Achieving this transformation involves the collaboration of multiple components, including the connecting rod and crank pin, which play crucial roles in the overall system.

Engine builders often opt for fully-built crankshafts or those with specific modifications to suit the engine’s needs. These crankshafts undergo meticulous design and engineering processes to ensure optimal performance, durability, and efficiency. The selection of the appropriate crankshaft type depends on factors such as the engine’s intended application, desired power output, and the desired torque curve. With the vast array of crankshaft types available, from cast iron to forged steel, it’s essential to understand their strengths, limitations, and specific applications.

In this article, we will explore different types of crankshafts and their applications across various engines. We will discuss the distinguishing features of each crankshaft type, highlighting their advantages and disadvantages. Whether you are an engine enthusiast seeking to expand your knowledge or an engine builder aiming to optimize performance, this comprehensive guide will provide valuable insights into the world of crankshafts and help you make informed decisions when it comes to selecting the most suitable crankshaft for your specific needs. Let’s dive into the intricacies of crankshaft types and uncover the secrets behind their incredible functionality in the realm of engines.

Exploring Different Types of Crankshafts and Their Applications

Crankshafts are a vital component of engines, responsible for converting the reciprocating motion of the pistons into rotational motion. They serve as the backbone of an engine, facilitating the transfer of power from the pistons to the drivetrain. The world of crankshafts is incredibly diverse, with different types and functions tailored to specific engine requirements. Engine builders and enthusiasts recognize the significance of choosing the right crankshaft type for optimal performance. In this article, we will explore the various types of crankshafts and shed light on their applications across different engine

#1 Understanding Crankshaft Types and Functions

Crankshafts come in a range of designs, each serving a distinct purpose based on the engine’s intended use. The primary function of a crankshaft is to convert the reciprocating motion of the pistons into rotational motion. This conversion is essential for driving the vehicle or powering machinery. Achieving this transformation involves the collaboration of multiple components, including the connecting rod and crank pin, which play crucial roles in the overall system.

Engine builders often have the option of choosing fully built crankshafts or those with specific modifications to suit their engine’s needs. Fully built crankshafts undergo meticulous design and engineering processes to ensure optimal performance, durability, and efficiency. The selection of the appropriate crankshaft type depends on factors such as the engine’s intended application, desired power output, and the desired torque curve.

#2 Different Types of Crankshafts

Cast Iron Crankshafts

Cast iron crankshafts are commonly found in older engines or engines designed for heavy-duty applications. Cast iron provides excellent strength and durability, making it suitable for engines that experience high stress and loads. However, cast iron crankshafts can be heavier than other types, which may affect the engine’s overall weight and performance.

Forged Steel Crankshafts

Forged steel crankshafts are a popular choice for high-performance engines. They are created through a forging process that involves shaping the crankshaft under extreme heat and pressure. This manufacturing technique enhances the strength and durability of the crankshaft, making it capable of withstanding higher RPMs and torque. Forged steel crankshafts are often found in sports cars, racing engines, and performance-oriented applications.

Billet Crankshafts

Billet crankshafts are machined from a solid block of high-quality steel or aluminium alloy. This manufacturing method allows for precise customization and optimization of the crankshaft’s design. Billet crankshafts are commonly used in custom-built engines, where specific performance requirements need to be met. They offer excellent strength, reliability, and flexibility to achieve desired engine characteristics.

Nitrided Crankshafts

Nitriding is a surface-hardening process that involves diffusing nitrogen into the outer layer of the crankshaft. This treatment improves the crankshaft's wear resistance and reduces the risk of surface fatigue. Nitrided crankshafts are commonly used in engines that operate under high temperatures and experience high combustion pressures, such as turbocharged or supercharged engines.

#3 Applications of Different Crankshaft Types

Automotive Engines

Automotive engines vary in their requirements, depending on factors such as vehicle type, intended use, and desired performance characteristics. Cast iron crankshafts are often found in heavy-duty trucks, where strength and durability are crucial. Forged steel crankshafts are commonly used in sports cars and high-performance vehicles, where the engine needs to withstand high RPMs and torque. Billet crankshafts find their place in custom-built engines, allowing engine builders to achieve specific performance goals.

Racing Engines

Racing engines demand exceptional performance and reliability. They require crankshafts capable of withstanding extreme stresses and high RPMs. Forged steel crankshafts are a popular choice in racing engines due to their strength and durability. Billet crankshafts are also highly sought after in professional racing, as they offer precise customization options to meet the specific requirements of different racing disciplines.

Industrial Engines

Industrial engines power a wide range of machinery, including generators, pumps, and heavy equipment. These engines often operate under heavy loads and prolonged periods of use. Crankshafts for industrial engines are typically chosen based on their strength, durability, and resistance to wear. Cast iron or forged steel crankshafts are commonly used in industrial applications, depending on the engine’s power requirements and expected workload.

Conclusion

Crankshafts are a crucial component in the world of engines, facilitating the conversion of reciprocating motion to rotational motion. The choice of the right crankshaft type is essential for achieving optimal performance, durability, and efficiency in different engine applications. Cast iron, forged steel, billet, and nitrided crankshafts each have their advantages and are tailored to specific engine requirements. Whether it’s for automotive, racing, or industrial engines, understanding the different crankshaft types and their applications allows engine builders to make informed decisions and achieve the desired engine characteristics. By delving into the intricacies of crankshafts, we uncover the secrets behind their incredible functionality and their significant role in powering our world.

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[mister-qi]

I do wish there was a Mr. Qi fan discord, but would I want to run it? Not particularly! Modding discords sounds entirely too stressful for me.

#rambles #I have a number of friends who run decently sized discords and they always know I don’t want to be a *mod* #but I’m happy to do organizational tasks like make emotes and pin posts #I’m not like conflict averse and I’m good at handling it it just cranks my internal stress level up to 11

[infizero]

with robotnik officially returning in the third movie, i think he and stone should finally make out sloppy style on screen. that's the logical progression from their dynamic so far

#first movie they just had Tension and that One Scene with stone being pinned to the wall that everyone knows #second movie they cranked it up to eleven and made stone just straight up in love with robotnik like. very explicitly #it only makes sense that third movie they kiss. or maybe stone is just somehow even more explicitly and pathetically down bad for him #maybe they get married. who knows. i just really really need this #not because im attached to them as a ship i just think it's gonna be really fucking funny to see shadow have to hang around their #nonsense. he's gonna have to deal with agent ''i make lattes with me and my boss' faces together surrounded by hearts on them'' stone #shadow sees stone and it takes every bone in his body for him to not call him a faggot. i cannot wait for this dynamic #serena.txt #f slur tw

[saixpuppy]

went back out to the arcade today and cleared 6th kyu after giving it a go on a whim

which isn't much, but i'm starting to see progress with iidx and i'm having such a blast playing

#tekkapost #also i added some iidx stuff into our pinned!! #trying to put up our details but not...dox ourselves lmfao #notable standouts today i played Primitive Vibes and Crank It #and yknow what? #i DID feel like a dj. #at least i felt cool as fuck even playing low level charts #not what i got INTO iidx for but like. oh my god. i understand now #deeply addictive feeling. will be going back for more #MAYBE next time i will be clearing 4s #pls. blease. raaa

[rebabbittingbearings]

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[gutsby]

Trigger Tease(r)

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Before his morning briefing, your mob boss husband decides to take a pit stop in the sauna with you.

Warnings: 18+. Oral (f!receiving). Gentle fingerfucking. Praise and degradation. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Bucky talking you through it. Bimbofication if you squint.

Notes: @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast - you inspired me 🪽 I just had to crank out a little teaser for the third installment of Wedded Bliss. I hope y’all like it 💓

Full version here

In between breakfast and the start of your husband’s early briefing, you found yourself situated in much the same way you’d been spending a lot of time these days: pinned up against the wall of a wood-paneled sauna, Bucky’s broad shoulders supporting both of your legs as he buried his face deep between your thighs. You sighed.

“Hold still,” Bucky grunted, voice muffled as he tried to keep your slick, squirming body in place above him.

You yelped and seized a fistful of his hair when he wedged his tongue even further inside you, nudging your clit with his nose almost too teasingly and deliberate.

“I can’t…help it,” you bit back, ignoring the brief glare you earned from your husband as soon as you said it, “Your tongue’s just so— s— James!”

This time, Bucky let out a full-throated groan when you yanked on those poor wet locks of his—‘Gonna make me bald by next Christmas if you keep doin’ that, honey’—and he pried his head from your legs just long enough to knock you flat on the sauna bench close by.

The western red cedar seared hot on your skin, already flushed from the exhaustion wrought by Bucky’s tongue; you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up when he pushed you onto your back and crawled over your body.

“How ‘bout my fingers, doll? Can you take a couple’a those for me?” Bucky crooned above you as he stroked your hair, bathed in pure sunlight pouring in from the windows. His voice was a touch more sympathetic now.

After all, this was your third orgasm of the morning. It really wasn’t fair for him to use that biological weapon of mass destruction he liked to call his tongue when he knew how sensitive your clit would get from just one ‘O’. Even his hands might be too much in your current state.

Bucky was busy peppering your skin with kisses, working his way from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, when you whimpered and tried to fight a smile.

“Finger,” you corrected him, “Just one finger, Barnes.”

You would’ve thought you’d just thrown your wedding ring in his face and told him to eat shit. Just one?

“How’s one finger s’posed to stretch you out for my cock, huh? Practically had you screamin’ when I stuck it in last night,” Bucky wasn’t one to hide his amusement, grinning even bigger when you swatted him on the arm.

“Who said anything about your cock?” You tried to keep cool as Bucky’s fingers trailed right back down to the place you felt yourself throbbing, aching for his touch, “You have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Meeting doesn’t start until I say so, my love,” Bucky reminded you just as his index ghosted over your folds.

In truth, he was willing to play this game any way, and for however long, you wanted it done, so long as he was the one bringing you pleasure. Be that his cock, his finger, or all fucking five on one hand, Bucky just wanted to get you off. It was better sustenance to him than the whole damn meal the two of you had eaten that morning.

Bucky kept it down to one digit and lightly circled your bundle of nerves when he sensed you were ready.

You gripped his forearm and shot a quick look between your legs, still in disbelief as to how he could make you feel this good so soon after you’d cum twice before. You felt his lips drift over to yours and steal a few kisses.

“Always doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praised, moving his finger in circles. When you whined against his mouth, he pressed it even harder, “Such a good girl for daddy.”

“James,” you breathed, clenching your legs together.

“Everything OK?”

“Uh-huh.”

More than OK, in fact. That delectable coil of sweet, euphoric release was already swelling gently in your tummy. Bucky moved his finger even faster.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured low in your ear.

Bucky loved seeing you try to articulate your feelings—relatively fresh and new to your world, still—while he was giving you pleasure. Adored the way you winced and whined and arched your back into his touch as a whole blustering hailstorm of sensations crashed over you.

He sank his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you, as if trying to extract the words from between your lips. Your response, in consequence, came somewhat stifled.

“Mm— feels so, oh—” Your voice broke off in a moan when Bucky tightened his circles, “—so good, daddy.”

“Wanna show daddy how good and cum for me?”

Bucky knew by the way you were whimpering under his hand that the tendril in your stomach had almost tripled in size. It wouldn’t take much to tip you over the edge.

“My sweet girl,” he said, rubbing your cunt at the same time he was stroking the back of your head, gently, “Feels so nice down there, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your hips against the bench and nodded. Your breaths were short and ragged, panting helplessly into Bucky’s mouth when he adjusted his hand just a little: pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, with his index moving down to your entrance. Pushing inside you.

“Another,” you choked, not thinking.

Bucky met your desperate gaze and nodded, knowing this was exactly what you needed to make it over the precipice.

Still, he wouldn’t be Bucky if he didn’t tease just a bit.

“I thought my wife wanted one finger,” he hummed, brow pinching inward.

“No, no.” You could’ve shrieked when he curled the digit, “Want more— Bucky, please, please, I need more.”

Again, your husband appeared to nod in understanding, but his fingers didn’t budge. He worked his thumb a little faster and watched you writhe on the seat beneath him.

“How many, honey? Don’t wanna hurt my baby.” His words were all kindness, it seemed, but his tone laced with shameless condescension—the kind that said, yes, I know you need this, and no, I won’t indulge you just yet. Bucky was the worst when he wanted to prove a point. You could’ve ripped at his clothes and torn them in two if you weren’t both stark naked and shrouded in steam.

You opted to pull at his hair instead.

Bucky winced, but the smirk never left.

“I said how many?” he pressed again.

“Three. Four.” Fuck if you knew.

Your husband raised both eyebrows and hummed, a single finger still plunging in and out of your cunt in quick succession. He teased the tip of another at your entrance and smiled even more when you whined.

“Needy little thing, isn’t she?”

“Bucky—”

“Just wants to fuck daddy’s hand to get herself off, hm?”

Bucky didn’t bother to mask his sweet, degrading tone any longer as he talked down and teased you to no end. It drove him half-insane to see you squirm around, rut your hips, let him say the filthiest fucking words he could conjure up, and just bob your head to whatever he said. His impeccant wife and her insatiable needs—Bucky couldn’t even begin to express how turned on the sheer dichotomy got him. He stared in your eyes, all glossy and soft, and felt his cock stand even more rigid on his belly.

He didn’t give a shit if he’d taunted you enough or not; he just shoved his middle and ring fingers alongside the first and clenched his jaw to start fucking you hard with all three.

Your whole face contorted with pleasure, tinged with the faintest shade of discomfort at the tail end of it. You’d forgotten how big his fingers felt all together.

“Bucky,” you whined, mindlessly clawing at the wrist that was moving back and forth, fast, between your legs, “B-Baby, slow— slow down a little.”

But Bucky was deep in the zone. He knew you wanted it too—sensed that you liked to play it safe when it came to your pleasure and grew a little timid at times it got to feel too much—and he needed to talk you through it.

Rather than turn his head and keep to himself as he got you up to your peak, Bucky pressed his face down to yours and nodded again—this time with a tender sincerity.

“Feel a little stretch down there, huh?”

You didn’t have to say anything, just whimpering in time. Bucky kissed your forehead and let you fold into him as his fingers wreaked havoc down below. He kissed you again, and again, and in between kisses, mumbled,

“That’s daddy’s sweet, needy little slut.”

“My perfect fucking wife, so good at taking my fingers.”

“Gonna be nice and stretched out for my cock, hm?”

Every syllable spoken aloud was like a brand new catalyst for your impending release. You barely nodded your head, opened your mouth and whined pathetically, but that’s exactly how Bucky wanted you. Exactly how you needed to be, bucking your hips in time with the cadence of his fingers fucking inside you, and soon, those whimpers were turning to moans as that soft little helix inside you reached its breaking point.

Bucky brushed once or twice more against your sensitive spot, and suddenly you were coming undone all over him—crying his name, clawing his skin, squeezing your legs so tight around his wrist you feared you might snap it in two, and then getting kissed again, over and over while Bucky drank in your every sound, and the few tears that sprung to your eyes as they always did, like sweet nectar.

You were still moaning, curling your tongue feebly against his own and leaning into him as far as you could, when your husband slipped three fingers up between your mouths and pushed them past your parted lips.

“Suck,” Bucky said, gritting his teeth as he watched you, “C’mere, honey, taste your cunt on my fingers.”

You took him in and sucked your arousal off his fingers just like he asked. Took him by surprise and dragged a mindless, lazy, half-crazed and careless tongue all over his hand, where your juices had no doubt collected too.

That slutty, fucked-out look you gave him—like your brain had all but fallen out of your head with the orgasm he’d given you—was everything Bucky could’ve wanted.

He climbed on top of you and took the base of his cock, rock-hard and weeping tears of precum from the tip, almost drunk from the feeling himself. His mouth hung open as he dragged himself over the seam of your cunt.

“I need to fuck you.”

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#THE TITLE WILL MAKE SENSE LATER I PROMISE #it’s ‘tease’ not ‘teaser’ in the full fic that was just my attempt at humor #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel #mcu #mob bucky barnes #marvel smut #marvel x reader #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #mob boss bucky #mob!bucky

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 8

part 1 | part 7 | ao3

He finds himself on Cherry Drive by muscle memory alone. Quarter mile past Maple Street, take the third left, the second right; drive straight through the next stop sign and suddenly the Hagan house is coming into view around the bend, bathed in dim yellow light from a flickering street lamp. A 50s era ranch house, painted brick with a detached one-car garage, weeds sprouting through the crooked old stones of the front walkway and leaves scattered across the lawn in mushy browns and orange-reds.

It's not as nice as Steve's place is.

Was.

Whatever.

Steve blinks, shakes himself fully awake; feels a jolt of fear at the idea that he just drove here in some kind of fugue state because he doesn't know what he's doing here. Tommy left for college, and fuck Tommy, anyway.

He pulls up to the house. Slows the car to a crawl.

It's dark inside, all the lights turned off except for a single table lamp in the entryway window; shaped like a sea turtle, its belly full of blue-green light. Mrs. H. loves the sea.

He wonders if they're out of town or if they're just asleep.

The Hagans go to bed early, he remembers. He spent so many nights talking in a hush in Tommy's room; 8:45pm and they'd be lying side by side on the floor beside his bed, reading comic books or sports mags and whispering about nothing. Tommy'd always thank Steve for coming over because he knew his house was a little boring; he was the kid with old parents who went to bed early and kept the radio turned down and wouldn't let them have sugary snacks even on the weekends. Steve would always just knock their shoulders together and smile 'don't mention it' because he'd hang out with Tommy anywhere.

"Anywhere?" "Yeah, anywhere." "What about in a cave?" "Sure." "Under a bridge?" "Don't see why not." "In the belly of a whale?" "Now you're just being dumb." "Am not!" "Are, too." "Oh, yeah? Well- shut up!"

That was usually the part where they got in trouble for making noise, caught red-faced and laughing while they wrestled on the floor.

There's warmth in his chest at the memory, and that part, he expects.

But also...

Something about it makes heat flare in his gut, shameful and feverish as it flashes through his mind: the phantom press of Tommy above him as he pinned his shoulders down; the way the flush on his cheeks made Tommy's freckles pop; the breathless smile he gave, so close their noses almost brushed...

A light turns turns on in the Hagans' hall.

Steve hits the gas.

He drives for a long while, feeling like an asshole for burning through their precious gas money, but too— too something to fully care. He's alone on a highway with dark pastures blowing by, with the heat on and windows down, and he's circling back toward home when Bruce Springsteen starts to play, all croaky static over the spotty radio.

Born down in a dead man's town. The first kick I took was when I hit the ground.

Steve cranks it up and sings along. The song is cheesy, and he feels stupid, but he also feels free. Like there was a shackle around his throat and he didn't notice until it was gone. He shouts along to the chorus and then just shouts in general; long, guttural screams that feel like poison being purged. Tommy, his dad, the Russians, his mom. All of it, all of it spewing out of him into the cold night air.

He misses Carol suddenly. Her acidic attitude. The way it always ate through the worst of his sullen moods.

He can picture her now: perched on someone's lap in the crowded backseat, no seatbelt, manicured hand braced on the ceiling. She'd be smacking bubblegum and twirling a lock of her hair, and she'd roll her eyes at Steve's dramatics and ask whether he was done untwisting his panties yet. Steve would say something dumb and pervy in response, like, "Too busy dealing with girls' panties to focus on my own," and she'd roll her eyes harder and go, "God, you're fucking gross."

Carol's not here, though, so he just screams about her, too.

When he get back to Forest Hills his voice is hoarse. His body is tired; his soul is light. He's thinking, like: maybe he'll be okay. He'll channel his inner Claudia or Joyce and soldier on. Resilience, and all that shit.

He's almost smiling to himself when he turns into the park.

And then he sees the flashing lights.

There's an ambulance on his lot.

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part 9

just gonna start tagging whoever commented the day before (if your settings will let me) bc i have the memory of a goldfish @a-little-unsteddie @slowandsteddie @pennyplainknits @thesuninyaface @hotluncheddie @messrs-weasley @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao @eddie-munsons-missing-nipple @blackpanzy @disrespectedgoatman @i-have-three-feelings @sirsnacksalot @estrellami-1 @manda-panda-monium

#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #carol perkins #my writing #my fics #angst

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Follow You Anywhere 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’re online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: slept like crap last night but we got this.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖

Sy is nice enough but you're still put off by your meeting. He carries a bag gallantly to a large black truck and pulls open the back door to place it on the seat. He turns to you to take the next. You hug it, wondering if you should settle for half your load and run for the hills.

Still, you can't help but feel beholden to him. The pin on his hat and the way he looks at you. He just seems a bit oblivious to how unsettling his approach Is.

He takes the bag and you just stare. You feel hollow and your ears are on fire. You just keep going along with this and that voice in your head is screaming at you to stop.

“Here,” he shuts the back door and pulls the passenger's open.

You look at him then into the truck. Are you crazy!? You can't just go with this man in his vehicle…

You grab onto the interior of the door and climb up into the truck. He touches your lower back gently as if to help you. You drop into the seat and thank him, trying not to let your fear bubble over.

He shuts the door and your stomach plummets. Are you being kidnapped? Are you letting yourself be abducted? Oh, you're gonna end up on a podcast.

He gets in the driver's side as you sink into the horror movie unfolding in your head. You look over at him as he unfolds a pair of dark sunglasses and puts them on to block out the sun's glare. He's so calm it's frightening. He knows exactly what's coming and you can't even begin to imagine the sheer terror awaiting you.

Maybe a nice basement cell. Worse, a field and a hole six feet deep. Your heart feels like it's stopped. Your vision is hazy and your ears are ringing.

The truck rolls backwards and lurches you back to reality. You blink and look over the hood. Sy pulls out of the spot smoothly and cranks the wheel to straighten out.

“Y'okay, sweetie?” He asks as he comes to the exit.

“Mmm, yeah,” you eke out as you grip the inside of the door. “I'm all good I just… I never expected to meet a follower.”

“Yeah, I uh… you know, I only ever dreamed it. Being over there, the days… well you don't know if you'll see the next, or even the night,” he lets out a deep breath, “I didn't put real thought into it til I got back and… it's so fu– so, er, lonely, you know? You're the only thing that was the same.”

“Oh,” your cheeks twitch as you attempt a smile, “that's very sweet. I… you know, I kinda just do the streams to get my thoughts out, it's not really… I don't know.”

“I like it. It's peaceful,” he drives down the street as the passing buildings spike your concern. “Don't get much of that.”

“Sure, I… I can imagine.”

“Hey, if it means keeping sweet things like you safe, I'll do it,” he chuckles. 

Before you can respond, he slams on the breaks and his tires skid. A car in front of him flashes their tail light. He snarls and you watch the fury furrow above his brows.

“You fu–” his booming voice catches and he bites down on his words, growling instead. “Ugh,” he exhales, “that guy… coulda got hurt…”

“Yeah,” you clasp your hands together.

"Or he coulda hurt us!" He throws a hand up.

“That was close," you mewl, "but we're okay, right?”

He inhales and looks at you. He closes his eyes and nods, “you're right, sweetie.”

You bite down, fighting not to show your fear. There's something in him that threatens to boil over. You can see it in the vein popping out along his forehead.

“So, I know a place, they got good bacon, probably some good french toast,” he leans on the pedal again, “get some whip cream on top?”

“Well, I appreciate it but I really should get home,” you say gently, “but maybe another time–”

“It's my treat, sweetie,” he insists, “it's been a long time since I got to sit down to eat with a pretty girl.”

“Oh,” is all you can muster. You don't want to push him. You know the tenuous tightrope walk. Just do what he wants, keep him happy.

“I didn't say… you look real nice today. That's my favourite of yours,” he keeps one hand on the wheel and points towards you, “the overalls.”

“Thank you,” you murmur and twist your fingers, letting out a rocky chuckle.

“So cute when you do that,” he rumbles and rests his hand on the corner of your seat, “that lil laugh.”

“Um, yeah, sorry, I… it's  a habit.”

“Nah, I like it,” he assures you and rescinds his hand to flip his signal on.

He turns into another plaza and you see the bright painted sign above a diner. A white cup on a teal banner. You've never been there but you pass it on the bus. He pulls up right at the front of the lot before the windows. You can see people inside as waitress carry trays between tables.

“I don't know about you but I'm starving,” he drawls and undoes his seat belt.

You sit in the seat, paralysed and helpless. He comes around your side and you click the button on your own belt. You turn and he offers his hand to help you get down. When you ignore it, he grabs your arm to ease your landing.

He swings the door shut and you shuffle past him. You have no choice but to keep going. Get through this and you'll go home and block him. Maybe even delete your whole account.

He reaches around you as you come up to the door and pulls it open. Be sweeps you inside with his arm and follows you through. A waitress in a black blouse greets you and you look to Sy over your shoulder.

“Table, thank you,” he says.

She leads you to a table for two and you sit, arms crossed as you rock nervously. He orders coffee as he slides off his sunglasses and the waitress turns to you. You push yourself straight. 

“Um, chocolate milk, please,” you request.

“Right away, hon,” she leaves you with the menus as you unfold your arms and pick at your thumbnail.

“So cute, chocolate milk,” he comments as he takes the laminated menu from the table, “oh, look,” he flicks it, “French toast. Can get berries with it.”

You look down and lean forward to see past the sheen of the plastic sheath. You narrow in on the French toast but your stomach rolls. You're too nervous to be hungry.

“Yeah, looks good,” you say, “um, I gotta use the bathroom.”

“Sure,” he smiles as he browses the menu.

You get up, wobbling slightly before you get your balance. You search for the sign to the restrooms and head down the short hall behind the kitchen. You dip inside and lock yourself in a stall.

You really can't afford to abandon your groceries. Worse, you don't dare anger him. He's nice but you don't know how nice he'd be if you ran out on him. Just get yourself together, it's just breakfast. You'll get through it then try to forget your stupidity.

You should've known better but you didn't have enough followers to worry  it never even occurred to you but it should be. It's your own fault.

You take a few minutes to mellow out. You don't quite get there but the longer you stay, the longer he has to get suspicious. No, you're not going to run. You don't think you'll get very far.

You come back out and return to the table. As you sit, he sips his coffee and his eyes crinkle at you. Your chocolate milk is waiting beside a wrapped straw. As you tear through the paper, you sense him watching you.

He clinks his cup down, "ordered your french toast. Extra sugar... since you're so sweet."

You issue a brittle chuckle. You stare at him. He's taken his cap off, revealing a shaved head above his thick beard. His shoulders are broad, all of him is. He's so thick and his arms are bulging with muscle beneath his tee shirt. His eyes are a brilliant shade of blue, a contrast to the rest of his rough exterior.

"You don't gotta be shy," his voice gristle in his throat as he leans forward, elbows on the table. "What do ya wanna know?"

"Pardon?" You croak.

"Well, I know everything about you," he grins, "you barely know me."

You gulp, wavering like you've been knocked upside the head. You part your lips and peer around. His self-awareness if almost there but not quite.

"I..." you don't know what to say or ask or do. He toys with the handle of his coffee cup. "What do you take.... in your, uh, coffee?"

He chuckles, "really? Why's that? You planning to bring me coffee in the mornings?"

You meet his eyes again and he winks. You giggle and move your lips like a gasping fish.

"Teasing, ya, sweetie, I don't wanna rush you," he says, "I take it black, but I don't mind some cream on Sundays."

You nod, embarrassed, and poke your straw into your cup, leaning forward to slurp up the chocolate milk. His eyes linger on your lips as you do. You pull back and take a napkin to wipe your mouth.

"Erm... well, what... how did you... find my page?"

He sits back, gripping the edges of the table as he sighs, "I was just scrolling around but I'm starting to think it's something bigger than us, you know? I was goin' through it. I needed something and there you were, showin' off those new boots you got with the flower."

Flowers? You got those boots over a year ago. You remember that stream. He's been watching you that long.

"Oh, ha, right," you murmur.

"There aren't many people out there like you left, you know? I've seen the worst in people but in you, I saw the best," he explains, "the way you just take everything in. Looking at the flowers and the birds and... you just know how to appreciate life."

You smile and nod. What else can you do as the world crashes down? He was there yesterday. That blurry figure behind you in the photo, the shadow creeping just beyond your sight. You don't doubt it was him.

“I try, er…”

You sit back as the waitress approaches. She puts a plate before you, French toast with a side of fruit salad, sugar and whip on top of the bread. She lays down Sy's plate, mounded in eggs, home fries, sausage, and two types of bacon, with rye toast. You would guess that is just barely enough to fill him up.

“Dig in,” he says as he grabs his cutlery.

You sit forward and take your fork and knife. You cut into the eggy bread and stab the small triangle of the corner. As you raise your fork, Sy growls, “get some cream too, sweetie.”

You flinch but do as he says. You swipe the bread through the dolloped cream and shove it through your lips. You stare at your plate as you chew. You wish he wouldn't watch you. You don't like eating in front of others.

“Is it good?” He asks.

“Very,” you swallow and cover your mouth.

“Don't worry, I think it's cute you got cream on your lips,” he plucks up a piece of bacon with his fingers, “didn't get good fixings like this in the sh– over there,” he bites into the strip and chews.

“Yeah, I wouldn't think…” you twirl your fork nervously, “do you have to go back?”

“Mmm, not anytime soon. They're tryna get me on a desk,” he shrugs, “might be a good change but I don't know if I'm suited to it…” he tosses back the rest of the bacon, chewing thoughtfully, “but I'm about that age. Gotta settle down, so I figure, makes sense.”

“Right, right, yeah, fair,” you garble mindlessly.

“Besides, when you got someone at home, you don't wanna run back into the bull– into war,” he smirks.

You take another bite, even as your stomach churns. You don't like how he's talking, as if you're together. As if he knows you. It's strange.

He scoops up a forkful of home fries and shovels them back. You can't fault his table manners, he was probably eating out of cans for the last few years. Not that you would say anything. You're much too scared for that.

You fall into a trance, focusing on the simple task of cutting into the toast, chewing but not tasting as your heart tamps behind your ears. You sense a shift and look up, your cheeks full of food as you make eye contact with Sy’s phone camera. You swallow painfully and nearly choke.

“What are you doing?” You squeak.

“For your Instagram,” he smiles, “I’ll send you the pics…” he frames his phone with both hands as he admires the screen, “you look so cute.”

You shudder and grip the knife and fork tight. You look back to the stack. You think you’ll ask for it to go. If you eat any more, you’re definitely going to be sick.

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[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about Price and the kinks he likes to indulge in

Pairing: John Price x Top Male reader

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, blowjobs, anal sex, hard dom! Male reader, sub! Price, possessiveness, make up sex, price likes to be photographed while nude?

Thinking about Price, who’s set on keeping his private life and work life separated, but then there’s a drawer in his desk, containing an album full of Polaroid pics, taken of him in many different obscene positions.

There’s one that’s taken in his dorm, with Price on all four, orange sunlight beaming over his skin, and with cum smeared between his thighs and cheeks. His neck is cranked to face the lens and there’s a dopey smile on his face.

BACK IN THE BARRACKS

It had been a long day at work, with him feeling more frustrated than usual. He had showed up to your room acting like a dark cloud was clinging onto his form.

You had offered to help him unwind, shoved him onto the bed and made him cum multiple times. There was one point where his body felt separated from his mind, feeling everything and nothing all at once. In the haze he heard your voice, honey coated words telling him to “turn around John”

He hadn’t even had the time to process, body reacting on reflex as a flash passed by his eyes and before he knew of it you had a nude Polaroid of him laying around.

Soon enough another Polaroid joined the ever growing collection.

There’s nothing tender about the picture. Your tags hang around his throat, with you clutching onto them to pull him closer for the shot. His skin is all marked up, lips rubbed red and eyes wide, as he takes your cock as far down his throat as he can.

A MOUTHFUL AND A HANDFUL

He doesn’t remember if you’d been in the middle of an argument, Polaroid taken amidst a moment of what was supposed to be make up sex but he remembers the flux of emotions bubbling in his gut, voice hoarse from continuously sucking on your cock with black and blue knees that was a result from the minutes spent kneeling.

Despite the rough vibe he didn’t mind, wanted to please you as much as he could even when you stripped him off of his title as captain and lover and treated him nothing but a gaping hole meant for your pleasure only.

Then a third Polaroid joined the collection, one he’s very much fond of.

It’s a picture of him sprawled out on your sheets, wearing nothing but a shirt with your last name on it. His legs are spread obscenely wide, and there’s a teal green plug nestled inside his ass, with streaks of cum staining the black material of the shirt.

MY JOHN

That day he remembers well, a shot prompted by your jealousy. Someone had attempted to flirt with Price, which wasn’t a crime, since they didn’t know he was a taken man. That’s at least what he had said when you had confronted him about it but you hadn’t been able to let it go especially when the person had been set on taking him out to dinner.

He had declined of course, showed up to your room to sooth the burn but didn’t know he’d be engulfed in the flames as soon as he had crossed the threshold.

You had pinned him to the bed, face determined and goal set. You were going to remind your boyfriend that you could offer him everything he’d ever need whether that be with three fingers thrusting into his slicked up hole, or perched on your face and riding your tongue or having him cum so many times on your cock he ends up losing count.

That very day he had only been able to remember your name, your cock, your face, hadn’t even be able to recall who you were talking about when you’d mentioned the person trying to take him out on a date.

Needless to say, Price likes to keep his private life and work life separated, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to indulge in things in his own way

(Bonus: it’s impossible for him to look at this picture without him getting hard. He’ll wrap a hand around his dick, jerking himself til he’s inching closer to his release, before ropes of cum end up all over the Polaroid pictures.)

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