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[minimac-mspl]

Efficient Transformer Oil Filtration | High-Performance Machine

Introduction

Welcome to the world of transformer oil filtration, the key to maximizing the performance and efficiency of your power transformers. In this article, we will explore the importance of this critical maintenance process and how it can significantly enhance the lifespan and reliability of your equipment.

Transformer oil, also known as insulating oil, is responsible for several crucial functions in power transformers, such as heat dissipation, insulation, and arc quenching. Over time, however, contaminants and impurities can accumulate in the oil, compromising its effectiveness and putting your entire power system at risk. That's where “Transformer Oil Filtration” comes into play. By removing contaminants, moisture, and gases from the oil, this process ensures optimal performance and extends the lifespan of your transformers. It not only eliminates the risk of costly breakdowns but also improves energy efficiency, reducing maintenance and downtime expenses. At Minimac Systems, we understand the importance of maximizing performance and efficiency while minimizing operational costs. Our transformer oil filtration system is designed to deliver exceptional results, offering unmatched reliability and ensuring the smooth operation of your power transformers. Experience the power of transformer oil filtration and take a transformative step towards optimal performance and long-lasting reliability of your power systems.

Importance of Transformer Oil Filtration:

Transformer oil plays a vital role in insulation, cooling, and protecting internal components. Over time, contaminants such as water, sludge, and oxidation by-products degrade the oil's properties, leading to inefficiency and potential failure. Regular oil filtration is essential to prevent costly breakdowns and prolong transformer life. Investing in an advanced filtration machine ensures your transformers operate reliably, minimizing maintenance costs and ensuring compliance with industry standards.

What is Transformer Oil Filtration?

Transformer oil filtration removes contaminants and restores the oil’s properties. The process involves coarse and fine filtration, vacuum dehydration, and degassing. This restores the oil's dielectric strength, maintains cooling efficiency, and prevents electrical failures. Regular filtration as part of a maintenance program reduces the need for frequent repairs, minimizes downtime, and ensures the reliable performance of the electrical system.

Benefits of Efficient Transformer Oil Filtration

Improved Performance and Reliability:Removing impurities ensures better insulation and cooling, which enhance transformer reliability and reduce the risk of electrical failures.

Extended Transformer Lifespan:Filtration slows down the aging process of transformer components, helping you avoid premature breakdowns and extend equipment life.

Reduced Maintenance Costs:Efficient filtration decreases the frequency of oil changes and transformer repairs, leading to significant cost savings over time.

Enhanced Energy Efficiency:Clean oil improves transformer efficiency, which reduces energy losses and operating costs while also lowering the organization’s carbon footprint.

Regulatory Compliance: Maintaining clean oil through proper filtration helps meet industry standards and ensures the responsible operation of electrical infrastructure.

Common Contaminants in Transformer Oil

Water:Even minimal water contamination can significantly reduce oil’s dielectric strength, leading to electrical failures and degraded insulation.

Sludge:Formed due to oxidation, sludge can clog filters and hinder heat transfer, reducing cooling effectiveness.

Oxidation By-products:Prolonged heat and oxygen exposure lead to varnish-like deposits that corrode components and compromise the oil's insulating properties.

Particulate Matter: Dust, metal filings, and other particles in the oil cause abrasive wear on transformer parts, leading to more frequent maintenance.

Dissolved gases:Gases like hydrogen and acetylene formed during transformer operation indicate internal issues and require immediate attention and filtration.

Understanding the Transformer Oil Filtration Process

Coarse Filtration:This initial stage removes large particles like dust, metal filings, and sludge, protecting downstream filter components from clogging.

Fine Filtration: In this stage, smaller contaminants like water, fine particulates, and oxidation by-products are removed, restoring the oil’s insulating properties.

Vacuum Dehydration:his step extracts any remaining water from the oil, further enhancing its dielectric strength and preventing electrical issues.

Continuous monitoring throughout the filtration process ensures the oil meets the required safety and performance standards.

Features of our Filtration Machine

High-Efficiency Filtration:Our multi-stage system combines coarse and fine filtration, vacuum dehydration, and degassing to comprehensively remove contaminants, restoring oil to optimal condition.

Automated Control System:The system is equipped with real-time monitoring and adjustments to maximize efficiency, reducing the need for manual intervention.

Compact and Portable Design:Our machine’s design makes it easy to transport and set up at different locations, ensuring flexible and efficient on-site filtration.

User-Friendly Interface:Operators can easily monitor and adjust settings through an intuitive control panel, minimizing errors and ensuring smooth operation.

Robust Construction:Built to withstand tough industrial conditions, the machine is durable and requires minimal maintenance.

Steps to Efficiently Filter Transformer Oil

Preparation:Ensure the transformer is isolated and the oil is at the correct temperature. Set up the necessary equipment and workspace.

Coarse Filtration:Use a coarse filter to remove large contaminants like dust, metal filings, and sludge.

Fine Filtration:Move on to fine filtration to eliminate smaller impurities, such as water and oxidation by-products, restoring the oil-insulating strength.

Vacuum Dehydration: If needed, perform vacuum dehydration to remove any residual water from the oil.

Degassing:In cases where dissolved gases are present, degassing will improve oil quality and performance.

Continuous Monitoring:Track key parameters such as dielectric strength, water content, and dissolved gas levels to ensure that the oil meets the required specifications.

Disposal and Recycling:Dispose of waste materials following environmental regulations. In some cases, the filtered oil may be reusable, contributing to sustainable maintenance practices.

Maintenance and Care for the Filtration Machine

Proper care and maintenance of your transformer oil filtration machine ensure long-term reliability and efficiency. Here’s how to maintain your equipment:

Regular Inspections:Check for wear, damage, and changes in performance. Identifying issues early reduces the risk of malfunctions.

Scheduled Maintenance: Follow the manufacturer’s maintenance schedule, including filter replacements and component lubrication, to ensure peak performance.

Calibration and Testing:Regularly calibrate the machine’s sensors to ensure accurate monitoring and filtration.

Operator Training:Ensure all operators are trained on the machine’s features, functions, and maintenance requirements to avoid user errors.

Spare Parts Management:Keep an inventory of essential spare parts like filters, gaskets, and seals to avoid unnecessary downtime during repairs. By following these maintenance guidelines, you can ensure that your transformer oil filtration machine operates efficiently and remains reliable over the long term.

Conclusion

Investing in our transformer oil filtration system helps ensure your transformers operate efficiently with minimal downtime and reduced maintenance costs. With a multi-stage filtration process, user-friendly controls, and robust construction, our system is designed to meet the highest industry standards. Regular filtration keeps transformer oil clean, extends transformer lifespan, and optimizes energy efficiency. Choose our advanced filtration machine to safeguard your power systems and achieve long-lasting reliability.

[ingravinoveritas]

Among other things...

[icecreampizzer]

Sorry I don't have a valentine's thing to post I wasn't motivated enough </3 you know what I DID make though?!?! My original characters as things I'm currently into :] Playing dress-up with them is always fun :3 I matched their characters with their personalities!

(funny thing is, I could make parallels with a different IEYTD group with the first four guys. I might make that one too.)

[confines]

my dishwasher makes its own bubbles and leaves rinse aid residue all over every dish and has ever since i put the rinse aid sample in it after i used it the first couple times and at this point i've flushed the reservoir with like 10 gallons of water poured directly in it, i've run it many many times and today i even tried pulling what remains of the rinse aid out with a wet vacuum and still it leaves a soapy residue on my dishes that rinses off if you get it immediately but if you leave them to dry you have to actually massage them to rewet it enough to remove so basically i've bought a very expensive dish-soaping machine that creates a major time-sensitive task involving boiling hot dishes every time i use it hehe.. ☺️☺️☺️ and i bought it out of desperation because after more than two years of handwashing i had finally determined i will never be a person who reliably handwashes but now hundreds of dollars later i'm usually still stuck handwashing haha.. ☺️☺️☺️

[julianryersonapologist]

[fishymedic]

speaking of a hc I can elaborate on as I slide out of spoiler free mode-

Steb, with his multiple sets of eyelids+medic drawn to trouble nature has had so many things like tear gas exposure to the eyes. How they haven't sustained damage from this is primarily due to that he does have more than one layer.

-He still especially as seen with how bad they got without protection can be affected (but he also can take, keep his vision mostly functional for longer than he can hold+breathe clear in such circumstance) but has also trained himself to manage/a higher tolerance

-Which is also why he looks less bloodshot, red later on *his eyes are already healing, clearing up especially aided by tears and why his preferred respirator+mask aside from other reasons is built to not cover his eyes up (more a hindrance, less easy to flush out the chemicals than helpful for him)

[dreamofbecoming]

i’ve spent a week tearing my hair out and throwing up from stress trying to get a plumbing issue resolved at the apartment i don’t even live at yet thinking i was gonna be sued for damages any minute, only for the property manager, whom i have been calling and emailing in increasing desperation for the last seven days with no response, to text me this morning and say there’s no issue after all and haha isn’t that silly?

i’m going to start lighting fires

[minimac-mspl]

Transformer Oil Filtration Systems Explained: Your Key to Energy Reliability

Introduction

Understanding Transformer Oil Filtration

Transformer oil filtration removes contaminants, such as water, dissolved gases, particulate matter, and acids, from transformer oil. These contaminants can negatively affect the transformer’s performance, insulation properties, and lifespan. Over time, transformer oil can become degraded due to various factors, including high temperatures, electrical arcing, and chemical reactions with materials inside the transformer. By utilizing a transformer oil filter system, operators can restore the oil to its optimal condition and ensure that the transformer remains functional for a longer period.

Key Benefits of Transformer Oil Filtration Systems

Transformer oil filtration systemsoffer several critical benefits that contribute to the long-term reliability and efficiency of transformers. These benefits include:

Improved Insulation Efficiency

Extended Transformer Lifespan

Enhanced Reliability

Cost Savings

Compliance with Industry Standards

Types of Transformer Oil Filtration Systems

There are various types of transformer oil filtration systems designed to meet specific needs and conditions. The choice of system depends on the level of contamination, the type of transformer, and the desired maintenance schedule.

Offline Transformer Oil Filtration Systems

Online Transformer Oil Filtration Systems

Vacuum Oil Filtration Systems

Centrifugal Oil Filtration Systems

Coalescer and Separator Filtration Systems

Step-by-Step Process of Transformer Oil Filtration

The process of transformer oil filtration generally follows these key steps:

Oil Sampling

Pumping the Oil

Filtration

Oil Reconditioning

Reintroducing the Oil

Applications Across Industries

Transformer oil filtration systems are widely used across various industries where transformers play a critical role in power generation and distribution. These include:

Power Generation

Oil and Gas

Industrial Manufacturing

Renewable Energy

Maintenance and Services for Transformer Oil Filtration Systems

Regular maintenance and servicing of transformer oil filtration systems are essential to ensure they continue to perform optimally. This includes routine checks, oil sampling, and filter replacement to keep contaminants at bay. Some manufacturers, such as Minimac, offer comprehensive services to monitor and maintain transformer oil filtration machines, providing peace of mind for organizations relying on these critical assets.

Why Choose Minimac Transformer Oil Filtration Systems?

Minimac offers cutting-edge transformer oil filtration systems designed for optimal performance and reliability. With a focus on quality, safety, and customer satisfaction, Minimac’s systems provide the ideal solution for maintaining transformer oil purity across a wide range of industries. The company’s innovative designs ensure that transformers remain operational with minimal downtime and maintenance costs, making them a trusted choice for businesses worldwide.

Choosing the Right Transformer Oil Filtration System

Selecting the right transformer oil filtration system depends on several factors, including the type of transformer, operating environment, and specific filtration needs. It’s essential to consult with experts to ensure the right system is chosen for your application, helping you achieve the best possible results in terms of efficiency and reliability.

Transforming Energy Reliability Through Maintenance Best Practices

To ensure that transformer oil filtration systems continue to deliver reliable performance, it’s crucial to implement best maintenance practices. Regularly monitoring the oil’s condition, performing scheduled maintenance, and promptly addressing any issues can significantly enhance the reliability of your transformers and contribute to the overall stability of your energy infrastructure.

Conclusion

In summary, transformer oil filtration systems are a vital part of maintaining the reliability, efficiency, and lifespan of transformers. By keeping transformer oil clean and free from contaminants, these systems ensure that transformers operate smoothly, minimizing the risk of costly breakdowns and improving overall energy reliability. Choosing the right filtration system and maintaining it properly is crucial for achieving optimal performance. At Minimac, we offer industry-leading transformer oil filtration solutions that meet the highest standards for safety, efficiency, and reliability.

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[c1ssie]

tag dump pt 2 !!

[tonycries]

TALKIN' BOOODY!

Synopsis. The one thing he won’t survive? Your ovuIation.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, MARATHONS, cervíx kíssing, dúmbification, PÚSSYDRÚNK MEN, bréeding, creampíes, true form Sukuna, dp, talking you through it, jeaIous s (Sukuna), cúmplay, cúmming dry, use of powers, spítting, chokíng, matíng presses, p talking, p sIapping, reader ovuIates, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Love Machine.

Toji Fushiguro never thought he’d meet his match - he never thought he’d end up like this. 

Toned chest panting - heaving - in pathetic huffs and puffs, muscular thighs quivering with every second he folded you like a lawnchair into such a mean standing nelson. It’s all he can do to snarl out mere husked gurgles, “O-ovulation? Hah- five rounds n’ you still think she’s a match against me, doll?”

Lies. And both of you knew it.

The man himself can only watch through hooded eyes when you’re squirming your greedy hips back and forth for more more more- “But Toooji– when m’ovulating I really want a hah...a baby.” 

Oh.

Oh.

And Toji doesn’t know whether it’s your words or the mere sultry sound of your voice that makes his tall, powerful body shiver. 

“So what?” He’s spitting through clenched teeth, you yelp when Toji wastes no time jostling you into such a pliable position against his glissading abs. Big, beefy biceps flexing when he smears your thighs widely agape, “Then m’just gonna give ya a baby, ma.”

But fuck, is Toji cursing back his words the very moment his geysering divot slides past your spongy cervix and probes a deep indent right against the door to your womb. 

Because you feel so unfairly good - so scorching hot n’ melty all around him - that he can’t help but furrow his sweat-slicked brows and pump his hips vulgarly sloppier into yours. Faster. Harder. 

He oh-so-badly wants to cum. Needs to prove it.

But the way his feverish skin breaks out in another sweaty varnish, the way his overused cock twinges with overstimulation leave him wondering if he still can. Parting his mazing length past all the ribbony excess of seed from earlier tonight to milk himself fucking dry if he has to.

“Gonna b-be eating your words.” He’s seething cockily, heftily bloated tip blushing the exact same strawberry-pink shade as his pretty flush right now. “Swear m’gonna make ya- oh god.”

And whatever sentence rambling pussydrunkenly off of Toji’s filthy tongue never sees the light of day - because what he sees makes his throat tighten. 

Dipping down one fat thumb of his to circle the cream-topped peak of your sensitive clit, Toji pries apart your adhesive-like walls until he can take a long, hard look at the way your slippery entrance was swallowing every solid inch of him.

“Look at you.” He’s murmuring out, and your heart stutters at the primal adoration that laces his words. Round, padded fingertips pap! pap! papping! the edge of your throbbing clit until steady globs of cum from just before slip out of your needy entrance. “Got s-so much you’re overspilling n’ you still want more.”

You’re craning your head to look up at him, lashes fluttering following each of his vicious rams. “Can’t help it- I just feel so…”

You don’t have to talk - because your slobbering cunt does all of it for you.

A resounding squelch! ringing into your ears and all across Toji’s cottony mind in an utterly sensual manner. 

“Damn, girl-” you hear from above you. And he wastes no time slathering those bulky digits in a saccharine coating of all your sap, “-n’ I thought hngh- you were needy. Turns out this cute cunt is a fuckin’ diiirty girl.”

But, of course, who was Toji Fushiguro to not give you anything and everything you wanted? You were his girl, after all - and your eyes widen when those very same drippingly wet fingers are pushed between your sodden folds with a waterlogged fwop!

“S’this ‘nough for my ovulating girl?” Toji’s rolling his willowy eyes, hasty streaks of sweat running down the side of his face. “Speak up- ”

“Yes- fuck!” You’re clawing your nails down his firm forearms to rake red, red lines that match his puffed-up veins. Thumping hotly against your skin to the same ba-dump–! as the ones on his girthy shaft, grazing your clingy walls and molding them out generously to his size. “Need you to cum in m-me Toji– need it-”

Fuck- Toji’s knees weaken precariously at your words. Hollowed breaths coming out infinitely more strained, “Where- where do you want me?”

He thinks he’s going fucking insane. 

But of course, you’re showing it all off for him. Of course, you’re letting your index drag from the middle of your tummy to secure right where he was rummaging every nook and cranny of your insides. Just millimeters away from where the rotund bulge of his crownhead was pressing innocent pecks on your womb-

“Here.”

And when Toji cums he’s losing all strength - he’s out of control. “Fine- fine. But you’re takin’ every l-last drop- fuck! Everythin’ because you b-better make me a hngh- daddy all over again, doll.” 

Not even every ounce of superhuman strength from his heavenly restriction could keep him standing upright. Hunching over into your body, you feel like you’re being crushed- you are.

Gasping at the faint pop! of your poor joints once Toji’s letting himself droop languidly down onto his knees on the hardwood floor. Close. 

He’s burning so hot, and you eagerly inhale his sweet, cinnamony cologne. Laddered bumps of his abs meshing and melding into your back, his tightly clamped chin rests on the crook of your neck. 

“Mercy-” He’s muttering through clouded pants against your ear, vision flashing white behind his heavy lids. And the moment your gluey walls grip onto around his sensitive slit he thinks he sees heaven. Toji doesn’t think he’s had an orgasm like this in his entire life. “Mercy.”

You’re tangling up a few fingers to scrape along his scalp, parting Toji’s glossy black bangs - and you swear you hear his throat curdle, frantically biting down a hoarse whimper. 

Bulbous head bludgeoning into your forbidden spots and twitching up angrily, every sopping smack against your deepest depths only leave your mouth watering. 

You grind your hips down with a mewl, thighs aching to meet his strained cadence and draw out those tiny, sweltering hot spatters of milky cum. More. Where- 

But Toji’s eyes snap open- fuck! All it takes is one strong arm to hold your entire weight up easily when he darts down an urgent hand to curl dexterously around his hefty girth. Squeezing, tugging- “Fucking- cumming dry? Fuck-”

It can’t be.

Shit, it can’t be.

But a lazy few grazes of his sensitive cock inside your raw cunt helps him find…nothing. Not even a few wiry wisps of splattered seed. Furiously working his fingers up n’ down up n’ down your teary slit, trying to feel for another fresh lather of cum. For that familiar sloshing mess of buttery white- because Toji has never cum dry. Never. 

He’s swatting your puffed-up clit as if it was your fault all he could muster up was a singular dabbing bead of ivory. 

And as Toji watches that surprised glint in your eyes transform into something darker, something…filthier, he knows he can do nothing else but gulp. Chubby balls perking up with a mocking little twitch-

“M’not making it out a-alive, huh?”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Ge-ge-genius

“And according to the agenda, we’ll be discuss- fuck-”

It didn’t matter if Nanami was working. It didn’t matter if he had some stupid meeting for tomorrow. 

No- right now the only thing that mattered was that, according to his tracker, his lovely wife was ovulating - and of course, Nanami had to be there as a good husband to…help.

“-discussing the- oh- my love.” You’re sure that you knock over much more than a few important papers when you’re eagerly straddling him at his cool office chair. Looking up at you through blond, curtained lashes, “Still needy, huh?”

The only answer he gets are your greedy hands rovering all over his unbuttoned front. Perking a thumb over one of his bubblegum pink nipples, squeezing ravenously at his toned abs. All the way down until you’re hooking a finger underneath the shirt garter around his muscular thigh to snap!

“Fuck- m’here- m’here, I promise.” He’s massaging all down your perfectly arched spine, planting a slow, lecherous drag of his leaky divot across your spongy cervix. Drawing a goopy line that makes you squirm, “You want some of this, don’t you?”

Nodding and nodding, “Yeah- s-sorry I just need it so hngh- bad right now, Kento.”

“Nothing to apologize for, darling. M’glad to know my girl is ovulating n’ healthy.” Nanami leans back, and you can practically feel the sleazy up and down of his seductive eyes. He’s tilting his head ever-so-slightly, “Why don’tcha use my fucking cock like a good little wife then, hm? Let Kento here get some work done while you haaah- take care of that pretty pussy like a big girl- s’that alright?”

Fuck- you’d take anything you could get at this point. You just needed him.

And Nanami wasn’t serious about looking over some useless documents while you shuffled your hips to milk his every inch. Truly, you were his first priority after all.

But when you gave into his little teases oh-so-easily and looked at him like that- well, how could a man say no?

It’s like you were trying to get him pussydrunk, your sappy folds extra sticky against his toned front. Letting out the cutest of whimpers every time the fleshy mounds of your ass hit his belt buckle with a loud plap! 

Fuck.

Fuck, why did he say that he had work to get done in the first place?

Because now Nanami’s left clutching a crinkled document in one hand, the other soothing down your back as you crane yourself over and give his bumpy Adam’s apple a thorough suck. 

“R-right- the proposal of this project has been m-moved-” He was rereading the same sentence over and over and over. Watching your gyrating motions, alternating between vulgarly deep strokes inside and swivelling grinds to scratch your plump clit against his neat tufts of tawny blond. “...has been moved a-according to the ngh-”

“It- it feels so goood-” Your breath hitches with every cry, every thick drag of his pre-topped mushroom tip plundering your sweetest orifices. Nanami didn’t even have to try with that right-leaning curve of his, every battering bounce had you seeing stars. “-you f-feel so hngh- good, Ken. Wan’ you inside forever.”

Eyes widening a mere sultry fraction, his voice is so breathy. “Fuck.” 

“Focus on your work. You’re smart, baby–” You knew what you were doing - you were always such a minx during ovulation.

“Mhm, not like I’ve got a hngh- distraction.” A very welcome distraction that was currently toying with his haphazard tie, tugging and pulling until Nanami felt lightheaded with just how close he was to you. “A real pretty…” Curving up a thumb to swab up your sappy streaks of slick, it makes your pussy let out the nastiest squelch! “-real loud distraction.”

But, of course, that wasn’t going to stop you.

No. In fact, it’s as if your cadence gets even impossibly sloppier - a hard, fast papping of your hips that makes Nanami’s brows furrow.

“-and the client has r-requested that-” He’s hissing, a snarling smile ever-growing on his hips when your gluey walls cling onto him even tighter the moment he manages to get enough coherent syllables out. “-that we halt-”

A pen that’d been clutched in his hand - when had he even picked that up? - clatters onto the floor when you rake your hands to brush his aching, plump balls. But he barely even hears the commotion over those ringing slurps slurred out of your sloppy cunt.

“F-feeling handsy today, aren’t we?” He was tutting such nonsense at this point, glassy eyes trailing away from that important document in his hands and instead watching the heavenly sight that was you.

You, with your mouth spilling with whines upon whines every time he’s jerking his hips up in a rough ram. Such voluminous piles of buttery pre swashing around your insides forcing Nanami’s words to end up nothing but a ball of lead in his throat.

You’re noting the way his recitation has quieted down, doughy pads of your fingers still massaging where he was most sensitive. Humming, “S’everything alright- hck! Kento?”

And before you can say a word - before you can even blink - those particular meeting notes of his are thrown about halfway across Nanami’s decadent office.

Hands flying to you - everywhere, anywhere. Wrenching off Nanami’s speckled tie to loop them around your wrists and behind your back - tying you. Trapping you as he finishes off a knot.

Such a crazed look smeared all over his face when he’s lacing his now-free hands on top of the sweat-dampened crown of your head and pushing. 

Because you might have been driving him crazy with that depraved, rolling cadence of yours - but when Nanami fucked, he fucked mean. Holding down by your restrained arms to to warm his girthy cock, massaging his ridged veins along your resinous channel with a harsh thrust.

And yet it’s the perfect angle for a direct jackhammer into that magical area of your g-spot. He holds you captive until you’re being bruised with the perfect circular sphere of his inflated tip, until you can only throw your head back and cum.

You’re shuddering, “Cumming- ngh! M’cumming, Ken–” The sparks of white and red behind your shuttered lids are blissful, it’s like you’re crashing right into heaven.

“You got it, you got it-” Nanami’s bouncing his powerful knees to fuck you through your high, dragging his tight, cum-filled balls along the perk of your ass. He’s so large, letting you use him as you pleased. “Your Kento’s here, m’here so hah- gimme a kiss, please?”

Ever the gentleman.

It’s on autopilot when you do - you can’t even control the way your maw falls parted to make it such a slobbery mess. But your husband was far from complaining - “Good- good. Now spit in my mouth.”

“Fuck-” You’re whining, letting loose a viscous mess of spittle that targets Nanami’s pink tastebuds. Back arching when the very moment it meets his tongue makes his leaky divot burst with fat wads of cum. “-s-so full.”

That was an understatement - Nanami’s ribbony streams of seed were filling you up to the brim. He’s holding you still like his own personal toy, letting his staggering volume of cum stream from between your soppy pussylips to ruin his crisp office pants. 

Such round globs of pearly white that only make his smile grow even more feral. Guiding you at a lazy pace up and down up and down his throbbing cock to milk out every ounce.

He lets off a low whistle, “M’missing work tomorrow, huh?”

♡ GETO SUGURU - FRENCH TIPS

“S-Sugu-”

“Settle down, gorgeous.” Geto’s voice is silken-smooth, tinged with something so sexily husky that makes your fatigued thighs clamp even tighter around his pretty wrist. Trembling as he talks you through yet another orgasm tonight, “If you wanna talk out of this cute cunt here then you better let her fucking talk.”

And the only thing meaner than his words was the way that his doughy fingertips were prying apart your folds, circling the very edge of your slick-flooded entrance oh-so-lazily. Teasing. “Isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

Fuck- and he knows expertly how to get your sloppy pussy talking just as much as he was right about now. Pulling slobbery slurp! after slurp! that rings across his ears and makes them burn bright red at the fleshy tips.

Cooing away, and if you tilted your head just right you could catch the way that his tender palm was just gleaming with a syrupy lather of your juices. “Mhmmm– You’re the special girl tonight, s’like you’re in fucking heat. ”

You whine, “No–”

And Geto loved that. 

Loved how cute you were when he was mean. Loved splurging out his vicious digits from your hot core to drag his sloppy pink lips down till he was nudging against his mountainous knuckles. 

Sucking every ounce and sappy wad coating his fingers while staring deeply into your eyes. “‘Course you are. S’like a damn waterpark f’me when yer ovulating. Almost makes me wanna finally give you my cock. Almost.”

Almost.

And right now your melty mind couldn’t even fathom the possibility of not having Geto’s achy cock inside you right now. You needed him.

Desperately, your hips perk upwards to bump the fleshy mounds of your ass against his swollen girth. Glissading your skin across his sweltering hot length, yearning to feel the bumpy nudge of his veins. His plump, rotund crown-

“Tch- being teased turns you right now, huh? Or s’this pussy just filthy?” He’s letting off a chuckle, one palm covering your maw to block your saccharine sweet noises - because just the mere sound of your voice was making him twitch. 

He’s leaning in so dangerously close that you could practically read the filthy, filthy intentions in his hooded eyes. Drinking in the flowery whiff of his shampoo, “If you’re so impatient, maybe I shouldn’t give you my c-”

Geto doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Exactly as he’d expected. 

Exactly as he’d wanted. Oh, he loved it when you’d push him down and take exactly what you wanted, no matter how much he denied.

In only mere split-seconds, you’re flipping your positions over to splay him out like such a slut on the cottony sheets. Ass hitting his sharp hip-bones with a resonating pap! when you easily and pliably sink his curved cockhead past your teary slit. 

Inch by solid inch. Brows furrowing at the sheer stretch, tautly pulling your rubbery entrance to mold around his staggering girth-

“Yeahhhh, easy there. Take it hah- easy, gorgeous.” Geto’s batting is long, dark lashes up at you. And if you peered even closer you swear you could see his crinkled lids slip past a few stimulated tears. “S’a biiig stretch, isn’t it? N’ you don’t wanna hngh- hurt yourself.”

But you weren’t listening - you couldn’t.

You squeeze his tender throat tighter and Geto thinks he could cum.

The only thought running through your fuzzy head being to stutter out such thorough bounces, swallowing his rugged length from the curve of Geto’s inflated, ruby red tip, all the way until your plumped clit was rubbing back and forth against his dark happy trail.

“Fuck- hngh!” You’re moaning when his pulsing veins slip and slide in lightning bolted patterns all across your geysering sweet spots. “Feels so good- need more, Suguru.”

“Then fucking- take- it.” He spits, such a snarling grin smearing all across Geto’s face just in time with the pussydrunken splatters of drool leaking from one corner of his mouth. “Arch that back and take it.” Milking him until he’s lurching onto his elbows, “You’re the one ovulating, girl- use me.”

But you could feel your poor, overworked legs shaking, a pout cutely coating your words. “But-”

“Nuh uh, no complainin’-” You can’t help but flinch when his cushiony fingerpads reach over to give your bulging pussylips a good smack. Tugging right on the fleshy hood of your clit, “Take a few more inches n’ tell me who’s the one hngh- that was talking out of her cunt today, hm?”

“Sugu-” Swat! And apparently another soaking spank is all it takes for you to actually listen. Drooping your hips down further and further, bustling his bloated cock bottomlessly before the answering syllables tumble from your lips. “-fuck! Me- was me.”

“That’s right, good girl.” The thick fat of his thumb massages your treacly slit back and forth, forcing your hips to move in circling little gyrations that drive you wild. “Fuck, keep that rhythm. And who begged me to fuck this p-pretty pussy because it was that time of the month. Again and again and again?”

“Me.”

“Exactly.” He sounds so uncharacteristically smug. Dangerous. Such sexy veins puffing up Geto’s milky neck once he’s planting two feet firmly flat onto the cushy ground and pushing. Abs flexing with every swab of his weepy tip down your deepest depths over and over. “So if yer gonna ride me. Ride me right.”

Geto’s so feral pumping your cervix with branded bruises of his circumference, stuffing you so snugly full that your slick was flooding his bulky base in waves. “Bend your knees s’more- yeah. Yeah, move that hah- damn hand.”

Rudely sifting away your shy hands to cup his handsome face, he’s tilting his head right into your touch. You can feel your heart race when Geto nips your cozy palm, “Hold back my ah- hair, gorgeous. Can’t see her.”

Her being the way your glistening folds flutter when you push his silky locks into a haphazard ponytail and pull. Streaking a warm trail of sweetened juices down his abs when Geto bucks his slender hips to reach for-

“Ah! Fuck-” Your hazy eyes bulge out at the sudden crack of raw bliss, before scrunching pathetically shut once more when Geto’s split, plummy head crashes against the bullseye of your g-spot and drills down into it. “Sugu- I think I’m-”

And he knew it before you did. Could already feel the extra clingy smush of your walls, could see the way you’re letting your head tumble emptily backwards and cumming.

How cute.

Geto flies up one ravenous set of fingers to your heatedly pulsing clit and swats, one after the other. Two. Three. Counting them with each peak of pleasure he fucks you mercilessly through. 

Still letting his ears burn with the waterlogged thwack! thwack! thwack! of the spanks, you swear you could hear his breath hitch in awe. “We gotta train your riding, gorgeous. Luckily for you…we have allll night.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “M-more…?”

The moment those words are murking out in a puffed-out cloud from Choso’s lips, he thinks he could faint. He thinks he could feel his ears pop when you’re breaking apart from his plump, cerise tip with a wet plap!

“Mhm–” you’re nodding, treacly ribbons of spit and buttery cum still dangling from your lips and the leaky divot right on top of his swollen cock. “Sorry, Cho- this ovulation still has me so…horny.”

You’d just finished making him cum with that pretty mouth of yours, twice with your hands, and once merely from the sound of your sultry voice. And at the way your lips curve into the perfectly stained pout, Choso finds his loose maw dropping.

“No!” He’s hissing out, sounding as pathetically needy as he feels. A viscous puddle of saliva formulates at the back of his tongue and threatens to trickle from right between his kiss-bitten lips, “No no no don’t apologize, I- I mean.”

And fuck- even after so long with you, Choso still feels so fucking shy. Just the memory from today of you confessing that your ovulation was here and that you wanted him to…help make his high cheekbones scorch over with a cute red blush.

Lower lip wobbly precariously as he’s tugging at your sweat-simmered body to pull you from your knees, supporting your entire weight when you scramble onto unsteady legs. 

You’re raising a brow, “Cho? Do you want-”

Only to be cut off when Choso manhandles you around and all but slams you against the cool wall of your headily humid bedroom. One slender hand curled at your throat, softening the blow, the other pawing greedily at the fat of your ass. 

He’s pulling and prying to take a long look at the way your gluey lips were being oh-so-easily stretched by his aching shaft. 

Oh, you were so hot around him, it’s as if you were melting. Lacquering down a syrupy glaze of slick with every throbbing inch being fed inside-

“Don’t- don’t even know if I can cum anymore-” He’s breathing out in a heated whisper against your ear. Ragged and crazed enough that it makes your spine prickle with tiny goosebumps. “Don’t know if- fuck.”

But of course, he’s spying down at that lecherous sight. Words petering out when he cranes his drunken head downwards to leave an open-mouthed trailway of snogs down your back. Murmuring into your skin, “Don’t know if I can- hngh- even c-cum anymore. But for you–” Finishing off his trek at the finish line of your lips, “-anything for you, baby.”

Such a filthy, filthy French kiss. 

He could taste the saliva sugarcoating your mouth, feel the weight of those globules of his cum swirling into his own mouth. So sinful that it made him whine-

“B-baby, are you sure?” You’re managing, mouth faltering into an oh! as he starts up a fast, urgent rut of his hips. But Choso wasn’t ready to let you free that easily - no, no, no. He’s chasing after your lips as if he was addicted, suckling on your battered lower lip, “If you can’t…”

“I can.” He’s gruffing out, and he’ll apologize for cutting you off later. Right now, the only thing that Choso can do is roughly latch onto your hips and give you steady pound after pound. Countless. “I will- promise. All the way ‘ntil your ngh- ovulation finishes if I hafta, baby–”

Well and fully intent on keeping his promise.

His milky hips smack and strike eagerly against your own until the mounds of muscle underneath Choso’s soaked happy trail was all a stinging red. So much so that you see stars.

And shit- then you’re gazing at him over your shoulder and he thinks he could reach his high just from seeing your pretty face. “M’gonna milk you till you’re heh- dry, baby.”

Choso didn’t care that the tender curve of his fattened balls ached with overuse, didn’t care that those words and a simply snug cling of your dewy walls around him would be enough to make his strawberry orifice leak with copious volumes of cum.

Swamping your spongy cervix, he’s making such an utter mess by slamming! one palm down onto the wall fitting snugly inside you until he was thoroughly bottomed out. 

You’re gasping when you feel the warm plap! plap! plap! of something hitting the curvaceous edge of your shoulder. Only to tilt your head upwards and find your dear boyfriend crying.

Such pearly tears beading out from the edge of his chestnut eyes, and Choso’s clammy flush only grows ever-darker at the intensity of your stare. Fat, cylindrical shaft twitching upwards and hitting your sweetest spots with a dull thud! you shiver when he spurts out exactly three rivulets of sappy seed. 

Only three. 

“O-oh god–” He sucks in a deeply shuddering inhale, watery eyes fluttering as his hefty breeder balls squeeze and make him cum dry. “-s’this okay? S’this- ngh- enough? M’sorry I-”

“Awww, don’t apologize, Cho.” you’re humming, heat coiling at your tummy with just how bloated and full you felt right about now. Choso was always more than generous with the heaping torrentials of seed, swabbing a few delicate speckles with every thrust of his. “You did great- ngh- did so well.”

“Really?” He’s tightening his fingers around your throat to shut you up, to choke you lightheaded - because oh. There was his second weakest point - your praise. Only second to simply you in general. “Really? Y-you shouldn’t say that, baby- s’gonna ngh- make me…”

He doesn’t have to say a word.

He can’t.

Not when Choso was leaning back to eye your geysering hole, gulping at the sweltering hot beads of cum that trickle from between your pretty lips. Wispy little goblets that he can’t help but thumb over with a huff. 

“U-uh, baby.” Shit, there was something dark in that tone of his. Something…greedy. From the corner of your eye, you’re catching the pinkish flash of Choso’s tongue glide slooowly along his kiss-bitten lips while he still stares down lovingly at your pussy. After all- didn’t you say you’d milk him dry? He wasn’t quite dry just yet, no matter what the sensitive sting of his balls said. “On second thought- don’t you…don’t you want more?”

And he swears that only makes you wetter, you’re leaning upwards to kiss away one salty tear of his, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Oh. 

Choso’s going to marry you.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Dickmatize

“Kuna- Kuna—” You were babbling away stupidly after only a few bruising strikes of Sukuna’s restless hips, halfway through crashing into the royal headboard if it wasn’t for one of his clawed hands latching firmly onto the crown of your scalp. 

“K-K-Kuna-” He’s mocking with a roll of his eyes, perking up two of his enguling hands to angle your hips even deeper. And the grin he’s plastering all over his handsome features is so sleazy, “S’there anything else ya can say, woman?”

Your lips wobble with a few strained whines, “Harder.”

“Harder? Keh- harder?” Sukuna spits out, letting your woozy lips drag across his in a lazy slip n’ slide - just about all that you could manage with how spellbound you were right now. “‘Course ya want fucking harder when you can’t even ah- handle- this-”

But it’s not as if Sukuna was doing any better.

Fuck was he glad that your dewy gaze was way too cross-eyed with every one of his vulgar strikes. 

Because Sukuna’s monstrously towering body was shivering, hooded eyes growing heavier every time the spherical ends of both cockheads skated into your snug channel. 

You were taking him so well, and that was making his cursed second mouth salivate.

And when he tilted his head mere inches his closer and sucked in a deep whiff-

“Shiiiit- I can even hah- smell the ovulation on ya, woman.” And Sukuna didn’t mind it one bit, in fact, he was taking in such heaving lungfuls of that specially candied air. Elongated canines gleaming in the dim lighting, “And it’s fucking delicious.”

He could always smell those special few days of the month when you got just a bit sweeter, even more gorgeous than usual, just a bit…needier.

The problem was that everyone else seemed to notice too. 

And he had half the mind to think that your ovulation was affecting him, as well. Because Sukuna felt feverish, head falling backwards when his proud lengths pry apart your gluey walls as if he was opening up his very own gift.

He just felt so dumb on your pretty pussy.

Your saturated folds lacquer with a freshly new wave of slick once Sukuna lets his maw fall slack with a growl. Sharp teeth nipping right down your throbbing pulse, easy to sink in. To mark. 

“P-Please–” You’re squealing when he’s letting off numerous thwacks! of his curvaceous balls against the weepy end of your slit, hard enough that it almost bruises. “Need you r-right here.”

And shit- Ryomen Sukuna may be the notorious king of curses, but he was nothing against you. Nothing against just how evil you were with your pretty hands trembling up the cylindrical bulge he was pounding into you.

“Want me to fill up th-this pretty pussy till everyone can see, huh?” Sukuna’s rumbling out, so close now that you could feel the rasping vibrato of his bulging pecs glissading down your front. “Till even that new fuck- coworker of yours realizes?”

His husky words out of place enough to make your droopy lids blink repeatedly, “Wha- who?”

That bastard giving you fucking goo-goo eyes and clinging onto you, that’s what. But Sukuna can’t utter that - he can’t even bring himself to do anything other than grit his sharp jaw, “Talkin’ about another man while m’all inside you, huh?”

Ah, the way your mouth falls into a shocked oh! is just adorable. 

Cockdrunken tongue struggling to get the coherent syllables out to defend yourself against his little tease. And if you were in any better state of mind you’d have sworn that only made him harder.

Stacked lengths barrelling into you once. Twice. And yet, pulling out on the third - watching your brows furrow when he takes his leisurely time fighting back the clingy embrace of your glutinous walls as he pulls out inch by fucking inch.

“Maybe you should have him fuck you insead.” Sukuna arches a regal brow, curling a stray hand around his bulky bases to leave a syrupy swot! right on your glossed folds. But, of course, with him it was always double the spank making your toes curl. Heavy. And hot. 

It makes your head spin, full of cottony thoughts of just him. “D-don’ want anyone else- ngh- Kuna- Just need you in me right now.”

“S’that sooo?” He’s drawling out, two palms smearing your jittery legs and spreading them widely agape. All the way until your inner thighs burned with both the stretch and the spurting streaks of pre he left. “Don’t know if I believe this slutty pussy, brat. Maybe s’jus’ the ovulation talkin’.”

He was being so mean.

But what was even meaner was the way Sukuna’s roguish second tongue lolls out to splat! right down on your treacly cunt. So, so comparably large - he was easily drawing wet little patterns all over your gooey core. 

Over n’ over.

“M’not- s’not–” You’re choking out, mouth needily parched. Rovering your hands dexterously over to cup his aching cocks - but you could barely even squeeze your digits into a close around them both. “S’not just the ovulation, Kuna-”

“Then say it.” He snickers, having way too much fun with just how needy you are. “Spell it out f’me.”

Hips bucking impatiently, “S-spell what-” But that’s when you realize- oh, that’s when you’re registering that those lewd little patterns being made out onto your pussy weren’t just patterns. 

No, you’re wrenching your eyes open just a bit wider to take in the sappy trail of sweet, sweet juices glazing Sukuna’s wet muscle. Lugging ounces of it allll over his tongue as he makes such a mess of you down below.

With the help of two fat digits smushing your cheeks together he’s prying your head to look right down. Just at the right angle to watch the dizzying motions of his tongue spelling out-

“A? Wait no-” Gasping as he plants another papping spank on your puffed-up folds, “-R? A-and is that- Y?”

You already knew what the next shape was going to be - you didn’t even have to watch the very edge of his roughened tastebuds draw a slow, circular kiss. 

Way off in the fuzzy distance you think you can hear Sukuna chuckle, cooing at your cute mewls. “O-o? Does it spell out- haaah- Ryo?”

Yeah, he was in love.

“Damn right.” Sukuna bites back a moan, when he sinks back in mercilessly. Feeding your starving cunt with a few scorching inches of both swollen cocks - and then all at once. “You’re mine, lil’ human.” And one slam turns into two. Four. Eight- until Sukuna was fucking you like he couldn’t stop. 

You were mumbling out stupidly, floods of murky saliva spilling in heaps from your mouth. “All yours?”

He’s spitting twice - once from each mouth. Wadding one mess past your ajar lips, and then another to slip down the hill of your clit.

“All mine.” He grins, oversized tongue slithering past your syruped folds to poke its way into your already-overstuffed hole. Taking in a deeeep breath of your honeyed pheromones, “And m’gonna fuck ya till that pretty lil’ head remembers.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - F.E.V.E.R.

Oh- Gojo’s head nuzzles dopily into the treasured crook of your neck, lips parted to heave out a scorching little pant of sweetheart—!

And at this point his sing-songy baritone is broken several octaves higher, held together at the seams with only a drunkenly crooked grin that you know doesn’t bode well for you. 

Because once again you’re left wondering whether it’s really you that’s ovulating or your dear, feverishly deprived husband right here.

Fingers twitching on the splintered mahogany headboard above, he jostles his hips to give your bruised and battered cervix a stinging little swab. Strawberry divot so red and angry, that just the slightest push leaves him slathering your insides with creamy pre in long, lazy ribbons. 

Just to remind you how achingly hard he still was. 

Even after hours and hours of you milking him dry, he was vibrating with the powerful buzz of reverse cursed energy that kept him oh-so-swollen.

“S-s’that ‘enough?” Gojo trembles out, shudders wracking down his spine. And you can’t help but ogle that unintentionally sexy flex of his washboard abs massaging onto your front. The way you could count each n’ every tight ridge. “S’that all my- hck! ovulatin’ girl can handle?”

Your chest lugs in desperate pants of air at the way each throbbing inch of his probes into your steaming orifices one by one. Languidly, as if Gojo had all the time in the world. “Y-yes…”

And oh, you really didn’t expect the strongest to fall for that one- did you?

All it takes is a few sloppy seconds for him to reel his head back and giggle, wild. Sapphire eyes gazing down at the inflationary little bulge he was fucking into you. 

Practically purring, practically heart-eyed. “Really? Well, that’s reeeeal interestin’, sweetheart, because-” Gojo’s dipping the thick, rounded pads of his digits to splay out over your tummy. Hard. And you swear you glimpse the way his half-lidded eyes crinkle with electric bolts of cursed energy, “-I can see that this pretty pussy is still in need of a hah- gooood fucking.”

You squeal when those very same fingers take a much filthier approach, tracing cute little patterns down, down, down to the sensitive nub of your clit. Before twirling over your plump hood and pinching. Making your leaky hole lacquer itself even wetter, “You’re still ovulating, needy girl.”

“Th-then—” you hiss back, the sole sound of your voice making his fat, ruddied tip twitch. He was so sensitive, so…filthy.

Feeling the soft curve of his free hand latch onto your waist, pinning down your squirming hips until you couldn’t jostle them even a singular inch more. To feel him more, ever-messing up your insides. “-then stop teasing me and-”

Ah, this was his favorite part.

Right when you had your brows furrowed needily that way, right when your lolling mouth was half-opened into the shape of a few snappy insults-

That’s the exact split-second he’s arching his prespired back into the perfect curve, hitting the spongy target of your g-spot dead on. 

“Still want more- h-heh–” Pearly white canines snarl back at the slippery slide of his dumbfoundingly long girth down your sweetest spots, rounded globes of his cum-filled sack swatting against the ends of your soppy slit with a resounding thwack! He lets off such a whine, “My girl wants- no, is begging for…more.”

Fuck, he sounded so ruined. Voice as brittle as you felt. 

You watch as his prominent Adam’s apple bobs with a husky ah! ah! ah! after every bounce back from the heated depths of your pretty pussy - he couldn’t bear to part even for those repeated split-seconds. Ruby red cockhead leaving stringy little wetspots that have you seeing stars.

“Yes-” you’re gurgling out, and Gojo’s only snapping his hips with vulgar strokes even faster to dredge out those pretty noises from you. “Yes yes- yes! Need it even harder, Satoru.”

Somewhere off in the distance you’re hearing a sharp crack! and only hours and hours later do you realize that it’s your poor bedframe. 

In the back of Gojo’s mind he couldn’t help but think that you’d be next.

“Harder- wait- harder? Ohhh, fuck- she wants more-” He’s seething out, planting a tempo of pounds after pounds that make sparks of heat sprint down your spine. It felt like you were being split into two - it felt like he was mazing apart your adhesive walls with such expertise that he must’ve been unfairly using his Six Eyes. “D’you realize that when you ask th-the strongest for hah- more, I might just break ya, sweetheart?”

Your dewy pussy folds twitch at those very words, enough to get him melting over into you. Hunching his sculptured body heatedly against yours, it has him considering proposing right then and there- “Wan’ you to, Toru–”

Fuck “considering.” 

Gojo’s feeling his maw flood with a syrupy wave of saliva, spilling out in trickling rivers on either side of his coral pink lips when he’s choking out, “Marry me- marry me.” 

His reverse cursed technique wasn’t even workin anymore - power rolling off of him in pressurized waves. He couldn’t control it.

Feeling his eyes go crazily wide, he could already feel them watering when Six Eyes kick into overdrive but still doesn’t look away from where your needy entrance was sucking his every fat inch. He wouldn’t. He can’t.

Entranced. 

Can’t do anything else, didn’t even register the wadded mess of sweltering cum coating your insides in a sloppy second skin. 

You’re squealing as more and more strikes planted onto your drooling cunt leave you rendered stupid. Gojo’s eager fingertips keeping your saturated lips held captive with an ever-tightening squeeze.

Your thighs jitter helplessly at the swashing cobwebs of seed that fill you to the brim and more. Seeping from your flooded entrance slobbering in a sloppy ring around Gojo’s hefty base, one that lecherously matches the drenched white happy trail scratching up and down against your puffy clit. 

“Baby, w-we-” So full it’s like you can barely even speak. Gulping in deep lungfuls of his expensive cologne when he’s stuffing into your personal space and nastily swirling his bloated cock around n’ around your rubbery walls, till you’re soaked with his cum in every nook and cranny. “-we’re already married.”

“O-oh.” He’s sucking in a sharp inhale, eyes flickering with axioms of power once he scoops up generous helpings of ivory seed topping his shaft, popping it into your mouth with a wet plop! 

And then - only then - is he finally looking away from your bawling cunt.

You’re not sure whether his simpering, feral smile is because of the realization or because he’s finally noticing that he’d cum. Only…the next few words spilling from Gojo’s mouth make you realize that it’s neither- “Can see that we’re gonna have a daughter soon, Mrs. Gojo.”

“...”

A/N. Can y’all tell I’m nearing ovulation hm…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[anglbunny]

STAMINA

♡. multi, smut mdni, multiple rounds, overstim

You didn’t even know what round it was anymore. Third? Fourth? More?

Your thighs trembled with every thrust, your moans broken and breathless, words slurring into each other. He was deep — too deep — and your body had stopped trying to fight the way he stretched you open hours ago.

“Shh, shh, baby,” he cooed mockingly, wiping a tear off your flushed cheek. “You can take it. You’ve been doing so good.”

You shook your head, lips parted in a whine. “C-Can’t—m’sensitive! s’too much—”

His hips slammed into you harder. “That’s the point.” You screamed his name.

“You think I’m stopping just ‘cause you’re shaking? No, sweetheart,” he groaned, voice wrecked, sweat dripping down his abs as he pounded into your soaked cunt like a machine. “Not when you keep clenching around me like this.”

Your nails dug into the sheets. Your back arched. Your mind felt like it was melting.

“You already came six times,” he murmured, slowing down just enough to make you feel every inch. “Think you can give me one more? Hm? Let me fuck another out of this pretty pussy?”

You whimpered something that sounded like yes — or maybe please — you weren’t sure. You barely knew your name anymore.

But he grinned.

And he wasn’t stopping.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @mihyas-dieehefrau @ravenbc @shezuannn @greekyoghurtwithberries @snowsilver2000 @mitsurisupporter @meikstv @ravenbc @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: disclaimer, im in a rainy mood, so im probably gonna write atleast 2-3 pieces of angst for my next post, either smau or js normal

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[Masterlist]

[sixeyesonathiel]

satoru is the undisputed champion of the “just the tip” scam. olympic level. world record holder. undefeated. you’d think after marriage he’d calm down—nope. if anything, he’s gotten worse. dramatically worse. embarrassingly worse. like he takes genuine pride in scamming his own wife worse.

it’s almost unfair how he pulls it off—towering over you with that stupidly broad chest, those long arms caging you against the wall, the counter, the couch, the goddamn laundry machine, wherever he catches you. his hair is a mess, flopping over those bright, greedy eyes that gleam with mischief, his lips slick and swollen from the kisses he dragged hungrily down your neck, leaving you flushed and breathless. and his voice—god, his voice—soft, wrecked, and dripping with faux innocence as he whines, “just a little bit, baby. just the tip, promise. please? need you so bad, c’mon, don’t make me beg.”

his fingers, big and warm, splay over your hips like he’s anchoring you there. like he’s terrified you might get the chance to come to your senses and bolt. you’re so much smaller than him, tucked perfectly against his frame, and he lives for that. he needs you to feel the size of him, the weight of him, the way his body just swallows you whole. it drives him feral. he wants you to know, to feel every second, how easily he can manhandle you, how effortlessly he can fold you in half and stuff you full until you’re crying for him to slow down. his cock, heavy and throbbing, grinds against you, the tip slick and insistent right at your entrance, teasing but never quite pushing in—not yet.

“this is torture,” you bite out, scowling up at him, your hands braced on his broad chest, cheeks flushed, thighs already trembling just from the weight of him pressing you open. you sound like you’re trying to scold him, like you’re mad—but the way you’re clinging to him says otherwise.

he pouts, lips wobbling like he’s seconds from falling to his knees in agony. his voice pitches higher, whinier, like the sheer desperation is cracking him open. “just the tip, sweetheart. s’all i need. you’ll let me, right? just a little? ’m so good to you, please… c’mon, baby, don’t be mean to me. don’t leave me like this… i’ll die.”

and you know it’s a lie. you know he’s full of shit. because the second he’s inside—just barely—his entire body shudders like he’s on the edge of tears. his big hands squeeze your waist tight, dragging you impossibly closer, and his hips twitch in tiny, greedy thrusts that he swears up and down are accidents.

“i can pull out,” he mumbles, his breath shaky against your skin, sweat beading at his temple, his cock twitching violently where it’s stretching you open in a way that has your breath catching and your nails digging into his shoulders. “just… fuck, baby, you’re so warm. i missed you. you’re s-so tight around me. can’t we just… a little more? just the head, maybe a bit more… please, just a little more, you’re killing me… god, you feel so good… ”

his voice cracks, cracking even more when your arms wrap around his neck and you tilt your head like you’re considering it. and you are considering it. because his voice is so soft and desperate, his big frame trembling against yours, his body temperature burning like he’s already falling apart. and you like it when he begs. you like it when he whines for you like you’re his entire salvation.

“please, baby, i’ll be so good,” he whispers directly into your ear, his breath hot and shivering. “just let me… let me in a little more. you’re so tiny, you can take it, can’t you? my good girl. my sweet wife. i’ll take care of you, promise. please, let me make you feel good… ”

and then—snap. his hips lurch forward in one frantic, uncontrollable thrust, burying himself to the hilt, groaning like he’s finally, finally home. his size, thick and overwhelming, has your eyes flying wide, your mouth falling open in a breathless moan as your fingers claw at his back, overwhelmed by the brutal stretch and the instant, all-consuming fullness.

“so good, baby, fuck, i’ll make you feel so good,” he babbles, his voice cracking as he sets a relentless, desperate rhythm, his big body folding you under him like you weigh absolutely nothing, like you’re meant to take all of him. he crowds you completely, his broad chest pressing into yours, his hands cupping your face like you’re something precious, and he peppers your skin with messy, wet kisses, whining when you clench around him.

“you’re unbelievable,” you snap, glaring at him through the haze of pleasure, your thighs shaking where they’re locked tight around his waist, your fingers sinking into his hair like you want to pull him away but can’t bear to.

“y-you know i can’t help it,” he moans, snapping his hips into you like he’s trying to carve himself into you, like he wants to live inside you forever. “’m so weak for you, baby, you make me so crazy… can’t ever get enough, need to feel you everywhere… god, you’re so tiny, you’re so tight, look at you, look at how perfect you are, how good you take me, s’my perfect wife, made for me, fuck… ”

he’s unraveling completely. his pace is brutal, his thrusts so deep you feel them in your stomach, his arms tightening around you like he’s terrified you might disappear. he’s fucking you like he’s starved, like you’re the only thing keeping him alive. and maybe you are. maybe that’s why his voice is trembling, why his kisses get more frantic, why he’s breathing your name like it’s the only word he remembers.

when you squeeze around him, whining his name, he chokes on a broken sob, his pace faltering as he cums with a desperate cry, stuffing you full, his hips still rolling to push it as deep as he can, to mark you, to keep you close. his arms cage you in, his lips dragging over your skin in dizzy, frantic kisses, whispering over and over, “i just wanted to be close. i just wanted to feel you. i love you so much, baby… so much… ”

and even while you’re still catching your breath, still dizzy and limp from the onslaught, his big hand is already sliding over your thigh, his grin lazy, his voice sweet and dangerous when he murmurs, “…what about another round? just the tip this time. really. i mean it.”

he’ll totally stick to it next time.

probably.

[jeansdoll]

whenever it’s your turn to do the laundry, caleb never fails to keep you company — though “keeping you company”, it usually just means distracting you entirely.

he just couldn’t help himself — watching you move around the laundry room, focused on such a simple task, wearing shorts that are way too small to wear outside the house. the fabric clinging to you, riding up with every movement, your ass peeking out from underneath just enough to throw him off.

it’s not your fault that you’re trying to stay cool in the summer heat without walking around completely naked. for caleb, it’s torture. blood rushes south before he even realises it. his thoughts already overtaken by the need to touch you. what a perv.

you didn’t even hear him come up behind you, until you felt his big hands grab at your waist, pulling you flush against him. he couldn’t help but think with his cock. his erection straining against his shorts, catching you off guard when it presses just above your ass. you’re barely able to process anything before he’s already grinding against you, hips rolling into you slow but with intent. his uneasy breaths cutting through the silence of the room.

what started as an easy task of sorting white laundry quickly took a sharp, filthy turn.

your hold on the washing machine is tight, bracing yourself against it as caleb drills his cock into you. the sting of your walls accommodating to his size and what felt like he was rearranging your guts was overwhelming. you’re completely sucking him in. every thrust rocks your body forward, if it weren’t for the appliance holding you up, you probably would’ve collapsed.

“fuck- if you keep squeezing me like that…” he’s breathless, completely lost in you. “‘m gonna fill you up.” your sweet moans, your tight walls and the way your pussy practically speaks to him only spurs him on — it’s all too much. his movements grow sloppy and desperate.

caleb watches himself sink into you, admiring how your cunt drools all over him. a white ring prominent at the base of his cock from your orgasm earlier, now chasing his own.

“you want it, pips? want me to breed this pretty pussy?” his dirty words make your brain turn to mush. you’re totally cock drunk, quick to answer him with a long whiny “yeeessss” and that’s all it takes. he thrusts one final time, hard and deep, with a guttural moan. spilling his seed into you — coating your insides white.

he grunts incoherent nonsense and all you can do is take everything that he gives as you slump your weight onto the machine. laundry is long forgotten and so is your ability to think straight.

a/n - take the relationship w/ caleb as you will (husband? boyfriend? roommate? whatever floats your boat i couldn’t decide :P

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 ⋯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Xavier sat cross-legged on the couch, his attention fixed on a book about claw machines. You had been quietly moving around the apartment, but something about your mischievous energy must have caught his subconscious attention.

When you flashed him, his book dropped from his hands. His eyes widened as if he’d spotted an unknown life form, lips parting slightly without words forming. For a long moment, he simply froze, processing what had just happened, watching as you giggled and darted away down the hallway.

The spell broke when you disappeared from view. He blinked twice, then rose to his feet with surprising grace for someone who had been completely immobile seconds before.

“What was... that...” he murmured to himself, moving toward the direction you’d fled. His steps were steady but quick, no hesitation in his pursuit.

As he turned the corner, he almost collided with the bedroom door you’d hastily closed. He paused, resting his palm against the cool surface.

“Hey, don’t run away,” his voice carried through the door, the usual flatness tinged with a hint of amusement.

He tried the handle, finding it unlocked. “I’m coming in now,” he announced, pushing the door open slowly. His eyes immediately found you, and despite his typically reserved demeanor, there was undeniable warmth in his gaze.

“You know,” he said softly, approaching where you hid, “I’m not sure if I should admit this or not, but...” His hand reached for yours. “I wasn’t done looking.”

For just a moment, the corner of his mouth quivered upward—oh, he’s planning something to repay that.

𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄

Papers were spread across the coffee table, Zayne’s focus unbroken for the past hour as he reviewed case notes that he had suddenly received a call for. The living room had fallen silent except for the occasional rustle of paper and scratch of his pen. You’d wandered in and out a few times, but he’d barely acknowledged your presence, lost in his work.

When you suddenly flashed him, his pen froze mid-sentence. His eyes widened, quickly darting up to confirm what he’d just witnessed before you took off running with a laugh.

He sat perfectly still for exactly five seconds, jaw clenched, his grip tightening on the pen until his knuckles whitened. Then, he set the pen down and pushed himself up.

“This is hardly the time,” he called out, his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck. He glanced at his abandoned work with clear reluctance, then back to the hallway where you’d disappeared.

A barely audible sigh escaped him before he rose to his feet. “Why are you like this...”

He moved through the apartment with measured steps, not rushing but certainly not wasting time either. When he reached the bedroom door, he found it cracked open—an invitation.

“You know I have to finish those reports,” he said, pushing the door open fully to reveal you hiding poorly behind the curtains. The stern edge in his voice contradicted the warmth in his eyes. “But now I won’t be able to concentrate.”

He crossed the room in three long strides, pulling the curtain aside. “You realize,” he said, voice dropping to a lower register as he approached, “that I’ll be thinking about nothing else now,” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your face with unexpected gentleness. The coldness he showed the world had melted away completely as he leaned down.

𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋

Rafayel lounged on a chaise, absently sketching in a sketchbook. Music played softly in the background—one of his old recordings—while he hummed along, occasionally glancing up to watch you move around the room.

When you flashed him, his entire body jerked in surprise. The sketchbook clattered to the floor as he choked on air, eyes bulging comically wide.

“Wha—” he sputtered, “What was—where are you going?!” He scrambled to his feet as you dashed away laughing, nearly tripping over the fallen sketchbook in his haste.

“You can’t just—that’s not—come back here!” he called, voice breaking slightly as he chased after you. The sound of his bare feet slapping against the floor echoed through the house. “I wasn’t done looking!”

He skidded around the corner, nearly colliding with a side table. “That was incredibly rude, you know,” he shouted, a breathless laugh in his voice. “You can’t just give someone a heart attack and run away!”

When he reached the bedroom, he found the door locked. He leaned against it, catching his breath.

“Open up,” he coaxed, knocking playfully. “I promise I won’t retaliate... much.”

When no response came, he pressed his forehead against the door. “Fine, stay in there. I’ll just go back to my boring sketching. All alone. Abandoned after such a stimulating display.”

He waited three beats before adding dramatically, “I might die of loneliness out here. Is that what you want? My death on your conscience?”

From inside, he heard your laughter. The lock clicked open, and Rafayel’s face broke into a delighted grin as he pushed the door open.

“Now then, where’s the show?”

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

The spacious living area was quiet except for the occasional tap of Sylus’s fingers against his phone as he reviewed something from the comfort of an oversized armchair. His posture was relaxed but regal, legs crossed at the knee, seemingly unaware of your approach.

When you flashed him, one of the rare moments of genuine surprise crossed his face—eyebrows rising slightly, eyes widening just a fraction. It lasted only an instant before his lips curled into an amused smirk as you turned to flee.

“And where do you think you’re going?” His voice was silky smooth, almost lazy in its confidence.

You made it three steps before feeling an invisible force wrap around your waist, halting your escape. The familiar tingle of his Evol held you firmly in place.

“That was bold of you,” he remarked, setting his phone aside as he rose from his chair. His footsteps were unhurried as he approached, circling around to face you. “Did you really think I’d let you get away with such a… delightful provocation?”

His fingers traced the line of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The invisible restraint loosened enough for you to move, but not to run.

“I admire your initiative, kitten. I really do,” he continued, voice dropping lower. “Always so full of surprises. But, you should know by now—” he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear “—that I don’t let what’s mine simply run away.”

His other hand settled possessively at your waist, the touch gentle despite the authority in his grip. “Now, did you have something specific in mind when you decided to capture my attention so thoroughly?” His eyes glittered with amusement and something darker, more intense. “Or shall I decide how we proceed from here?”

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁

Sports highlights played on the television, but Caleb’s attention had started to wander. He was sprawled comfortably on the couch, one arm draped over the back, legs stretched out on the coffee table. His expression brightened when you entered the room, a smile warming his features.

“Hey, Pipsqueak.”

When you suddenly flashed him, his entire body went rigid with shock. The remote control slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly against the floor as his mouth fell open. For a split second, he looked utterly dumbfounded—but as you turned to run away giggling, his surprise transformed into something else entirely.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he called out, his voice playful but determined. He extended his hand in your direction, and suddenly your feet felt impossibly heavy, as if the air around you had turned to thick molasses.

You struggled against the invisible force of his Evol as his footsteps approached from behind.

“That was quite the hello you returned to me,” he said, circling around to face you with a crooked grin. “Were you planning on following through, or was this just a hit-and-run situation?”

He reduced the gravitational field enough to let you move your upper body, but your feet remained firmly planted on the floor. His eyes had darkened noticeably as he stepped closer, one hand coming up to brush your cheek.

“Because I’ve got to say,” he continued, voice dropping to a husky whisper, “I’m not a fan of being teased and abandoned.”

His other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you against him despite your immobilized state. “Next time you want to start something,” he murmured against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine, “be prepared to finish it.”

His Evol dissipated as his lips found yours.

Based on this request.

[minimac-mspl]

Reconditioning of EH oil

A 1200 MW coal-fired thermal power plant using Indo-Chinese turbine EHC system in southern India.

Synopsis

The plant was struggling with the rapid increase in TAN values in the EH oil of the governing system of the turbine. Also, the moisture content was more than permissible limits. Degradation of the oil was due to contamination ingression into the system resulting in by-product formation.

Minimac’s EH oil reconditioning system “MLC LVDH TRIX 20” proved to be the savior and an unexpected shutdown of the turbine worth ₹1.05 Cr per day was saved.

Problems

A rapid increase in the Total Acid Number (TAN) could degrade the EH oil and lead to the possibilities of failure of servo valve, hunting, power generation loss, unplanned shutdown, etc

Solutions

Installation of Minimac’s EH oil reconditioning system “MLC LVDH TRIX 20” comprehensively designed with 4 major technologies to:

Remove solid contamination from oil by Superfine filtration

Remove moisture from oil by vacuum Dehydration technology

Reduce Total Acid Number (TAN) by Ion exchange technique.

EHC system tank moisture removal and ingress prevention by Inert Gas blanketing technique.

Along with equipment installation, our service engineer trained the customer’s team on the functions of the EH oil re-conditioner, FRF maintenance, contamination control, and importance of the oil analysis program.

Cost Saving

This plant managed to save:

Cost of oil replacement: ₹60 Lakh approx.

Cost of downtime: ₹4.2 Cr approx

CO2 e Saving

14,400 kg of CO2 e / 0.0144 gigagrams of CO2 e

Benefits

Extending oil life.

Eliminate oil Replacement cost.

Protect Turbine against hunting.

Increased Turbine reliability.

Total Consumable Details

Filter - 01 qty of 10 - microns

Filter - 01 qty of 3 - microns to achieve NAS 5 cleanliness

Total resin - 60 liters

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