#Power wash hose

[inflexhydraulics1]

Choosing the Best Hose Pipe for Home and Industrial Use

Whether you're maintaining a garden, cleaning a driveway, or managing an industrial facility, having the right hose can make all the difference. With so many options on the market, choosing the best hose pipe can be confusing. From everyday gardening to high-pressure cleaning and structural maintenance, different tasks require different types of hoses and accessories. In this blog, we’ll explore the most essential types—pressure wash hose, power wash hose, water hose, and the role of expansion joints—to help you make an informed decision.

Understanding the Basics: What Makes a Hose Pipe "The Best"?

The term best hose pipe is subjective. It depends on the intended use, material quality, durability, flexibility, and ease of handling. While a simple water hose may be sufficient for light-duty gardening tasks, a pressure wash hose or power wash hose is necessary for jobs that involve high-pressure cleaning.

The ideal hose pipe should be:

Durable and weather-resistant

Flexible and kink-resistant

Equipped to handle the required water pressure

Compatible with accessories and fittings

Easy to store and maintain

Let’s dive deeper into each type of hose and where it fits best.

The Water Hose: Everyday Essential

A water hose is a staple in most homes. It's primarily used for:

Watering plants

Cleaning patios or vehicles

Filling pools or tanks

Water hoses are usually made of rubber, vinyl, or a hybrid of both. Rubber hoses tend to be more durable and long-lasting, while vinyl hoses are lighter and more affordable.

Key considerations:

Length: Choose a hose that can comfortably reach the areas you want to water without being too long, as excess length can reduce water pressure.

Diameter: Standard diameters range from ½ inch to ¾ inch. A wider diameter offers higher water flow.

Material: Reinforced rubber hoses are best for durability, especially in varying weather conditions.

Pressure Wash Hose: For Heavy-Duty Cleaning

A pressure wash hose is specifically designed to withstand high-pressure water jets. It's a vital tool for anyone who needs deep and effective cleaning power. These hoses are commonly used for:

Washing vehicles

Cleaning concrete surfaces

Removing dirt and grime from walls and fences

Industrial cleaning jobs

What sets it apart?

High-pressure rating: These hoses can typically handle pressure ratings from 2,000 to 4,000 PSI or more.

Durable material: Made with reinforced rubber or thermoplastic materials, pressure wash hoses are built to last.

Connections: They usually feature quick-connect or threaded fittings compatible with pressure washers.

Using the right pressure wash hose ensures safety and effectiveness. A regular water hose simply cannot handle the pressure and will likely burst under high PSI.

Power Wash Hose vs. Pressure Wash Hose: Is There a Difference?

People often use power wash hose and pressure wash hose interchangeably, but there is a subtle difference.

While both hoses are used for high-pressure cleaning, power washing typically involves heated water, whereas pressure washing uses unheated water. That means a power wash hose must be heat-resistant in addition to being pressure-resistant.

Ideal use cases for a power wash hose:

Removing grease or oil stains from driveways

Cleaning heavy machinery

Sanitizing surfaces with hot water

If your cleaning job involves heat, investing in a durable power wash hose is crucial. These hoses are reinforced with high-strength materials to withstand both temperature and pressure.

The Role of Expansion Joints in Hose Systems

When working with hose pipes, especially in industrial settings, expansion joints play a critical role. These are flexible connectors that absorb movement, vibrations, and thermal expansion in piping systems.

Where are expansion joints used?

Between two sections of a pipeline to manage pressure changes

In systems where thermal expansion is a concern

To prevent stress on hose fittings and pipes

By integrating expansion joints into your hose system, you reduce wear and tear, enhance flexibility, and ensure long-term durability. They’re especially valuable in setups involving a power wash hose or pressure wash hose, where high pressure and heat can cause stress on the joints and connections.

Tips for Maintaining Your Hose Pipe

To get the most out of your water hose, pressure wash hose, or power wash hose, proper maintenance is essential:

Avoid kinks: Kinks can damage the internal structure of the hose and reduce water flow. Use hose reels or hangers to store hoses properly.

Flush after use: Especially important for power wash hoses that deal with heated water and chemicals.

Store indoors: Extreme weather can damage hoses. Keep them out of direct sunlight and freezing temperatures.

Check fittings: Ensure all connections and expansion joints are secure and leak-free.

Inspect regularly: Look for cracks, leaks, or bulges that could indicate wear.

Final Thoughts

Whether you're a homeowner looking to keep your garden green or a facility manager in need of robust cleaning equipment, having the right hose makes all the difference. A good water hose works well for everyday tasks, while a pressure wash hose or power wash hose is essential for more intense cleaning. Don’t overlook the importance of expansion joints to keep your system functioning smoothly and extend the lifespan of your hoses.

Always consider your specific requirements and invest in the best hose pipe that suits your needs. With the right choice, you can save time, effort, and money in the long run—while getting the job done effectively.

[cloudsofteeth]

Nasty ass 😤

[thebluehose1]

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[obsessive-writing]

[trixree]

[uninarc]

i haven't lived with my parents in maybe 5 years but im still affected by how they raised me forever? sounds fake and bullshit but sure ig 🙄

[noctilionoidea]

my sister is pissed that I’m not throwing my leather boot in the washing machine after I deep cleaned them two different ways. It’s moments like these I look forward to eventually moving out

[seat-safety-switch]

No matter who you are, what your station is in life, we all want the same thing. We're all unified by our desire to get pressure washers. Wait, what were you gonna say?

Life is full of things that get rusty and dirty. Engine blocks. The windows of your house. And we've only got so much time on this little blue marble to be cleaning them. That's why some geniuses at NASA or something came up with the pressure washer. It's like your garden hose, but more kick-ass. Pulling the trigger emits this perfect line of high-zoot water, which causes exciting things to happen to whatever you point it at.

Grit just disappears from the sidewalk. Paint disappears from the fender of your truck because you stood too close to it. You can knock out a day full of cleaning in just under an hour, which leaves you with a lot more free time to fix all the stuff you broke by pointing a 300psi needle of water at it. No power comes without consequence, which just makes us desire that power all the more. I'm built different, you tell the shattered husks of your wife's least-favourite lawn ornament. I'm not troubled by trifling concerns such as this when I wield the strength of ten gods.

Now, I've never bought a pressure washer. If you're reading this, you probably haven't, too. They're very expensive, and they take a lot of maintenance, such as not throwing it in the backyard every winter when you're tired of it. Used ones, you ask? A great idea, except the previous owner also threw it in their backyard, and all the o-rings are cacked. You'll spend a year of weekends just swapping them out, if you can even find them, and you'll never trust your crude hayseed repairs to what is generously considered an improvised backyard bomb enough to use it after that.

Luckily for all of us, there is another option. It's called "use it for a weekend and then return it to the store." Maybe it's noisy, or smells funny, or you just ran out of things to wash after you knocked all the vinyl siding off your house and nearly killed the neighbour. If you feel bad, don't. You're creating valuable jobs at the return desk. Chances are you won't even be the first person to have done it with that particular washer, too. Just wipe the blood off first.

[blubird-industries-inc]

Summing up Industrial Hoses

Everyone is familiar with the many hose types that are used to wash automobiles, water plants, and do other household chores. However, there are other types of industrial hoses available in addition to the basic, robust, lightweight hoses you would use every day. Instead, a number of circumstances and applications need the use of industrial hoses. The right industrial hose must be chosen for your intended purposes, which may depend on a number of variables.

Water Hose

The usual water hose is used in households and, as was already said, is smaller than industrial hoses. Industrial hoses are substantially bigger and can be utilized for a range of applications, including tank cleaning, fire departments, wastewater drainage, agricultural fertilisation, and much more. Industrial hoses are made of premium materials like PVC (polyvinyl chloride) and EPDM rubber since they are designed to withstand heavy pressure (ethylene propylene diene monomer).

Hose, Industrial Air As implied by their name, industrial air hose reels are used in sprayers, compressors, blowers, and other pneumatic lines where air pressure has to be controlled within specific ranges. Industrial air hose reels are made of durable materials, such as premium rubber. The places where they are most commonly seen are in factories, mines, and other industrial settings where they help to ensure efficient operations while being strong enough to withstand the challenging circumstances in which they are used. The main advantages of chemical hoses are their resilience to potentially dangerous situations and their non-stick inner tube, which also makes them the ideal choice for high-temperature compounds. The materials used to make these hoses include metal, rubber, and polytetrafluoroethylene (PTFE).

Hose for Material Handling

Material-handling air hose reel mount serve the same function as ventilation hoses in that they are employed to transport objects from one location to another. A wide range of materials, including cement, powder, fibres, and more, can be transmitted by them. A broad range of hoses might be referred to as "material-handling hoses." These include sandblast wall-mount air hose reel mount, concrete, pulp, and plaster. These hoses are made from a variety of materials, including polyurethane and PVC mixes, nitrile, polyurethane, and PVC Look no further than RMX for all kinds of industrial hoses and much more. We are owned and maintained by ASAP Semiconductor and can assist you in locating any kind of part for the IT hardware, civil aviation, 24/7/365, our account managers are available and prepared to assist you in locating all the components and machinery you require. Let us demonstrate why we see ourselves as the buying of the future.

[ange1heavensent]

━ In the Backseat ━

Pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

Content Warning: +18 content, minors do not interact, teasing, making out, fingering (r! receiving)

w/c ≈ 1100

It was one of those sweltering afternoons where the heat seemed to wrap itself around everything, suffocating and sticky. The sun was merciless, shining down on the street like it was trying to set the asphalt on fire. Abby had gone out for her usual workout, and you decided to do something to surprise her when she got back, wash her truck. After all, she’d been complaining about how filthy it was, and you couldn’t deny that it needed some love.

You stood in the driveway, hose in hand, wearing a simple tank top and cut-off shorts, the kind you knew Abby loved. You figured you might as well have a little fun with it. You started with the basics, spraying the car down with water, watching as the droplets clung to the hot metal before sliding down in perfect little streams. It was relaxing, therapeutic almost, until you saw Abby come jogging towards the house earlier than expected. 

“Hey, babe,” she called out, her usual cocky smirk tugging at her lips. Sweat glistened on her skin from the workout, and her grey tank top clung to her muscled frame. The sight of her was always enough to make your heart race. "You're early," you teased, biting your lip as you watched her approach. Abby looked like she was about to grab you and kiss you senseless, and you knew that look all too well. "Couldn't stay away from you," she said, her voice low as she eyed you up and down, clearly appreciating your outfit, or lack thereof.

You grinned mischievously and made a show of bending over to reach the bucket of soapy water, knowing her eyes were glued to you. You dipped the sponge into the suds and started scrubbing the hood, arching your back a little more than necessary. Abby’s sharp intake of breath made you feel powerful.

"You enjoying the view?" you asked, glancing at her from over your shoulder with a smirk.

Abby crossed her arms, leaning against the side of the truck, her gaze dark and hungry. "You know I am." You chuckled, giving the sponge a slow, deliberate squeeze, letting the soapy water cascade over your hands, down your arms, and onto your chest. The water soaked through your tank top, clinging to your skin and making the fabric almost see-through. You could feel Abby’s eyes burning into you.

You turned, watching her as she eyed the now-glistening surface of the truck. “You know,” she started, voice dropping an octave, “you missed a spot.” Her hand landed on the trunk, but her eyes never left yours.

“Oh, did I?” you asked innocently, stepping closer to her, your chest almost brushing against hers.

Abby’s hand came up, cupping your chin gently as she leaned down, her breath hot against your lips. “Yeah,” she whispered, voice thick with desire. “Right here.”

Before you could say anything else, Abby was on you, closing the distance between you both in a matter of seconds. Her large hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against her as her mouth crashed onto yours in a heated, possessive kiss. The truck was forgotten; the heat outside was nothing compared to the heat building between you two.

Abby broke the kiss, her breath hot against your lips as she spoke, her voice rough. "Get in the backseat. Now." Your pulse quickened as you obeyed, excitement thrumming through your veins. You opened the door and climbed into the backseat, the smell of leather filling your senses. Abby followed close behind, shutting the door with a thud.

You barely had time to sit before Abby was on you again, her hands roaming your body with urgency. She lifted your soaked tank top over your head and discarded it on the floor, her lips immediately finding the sensitive skin of your neck. You moaned softly, arching into her as her hands slid down to your shorts, unbuttoning them with ease.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" she growled against your skin, her hands slipping beneath your shorts, fingers brushing against your already soaked panties. You gasped, gripping the leather seat as her fingers teased you through the thin fabric. "Abby, please," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Abby yanked your shorts down. Before you could process it, her fingers were slipping past the waistband of your panties, finding your wetness. You moaned louder this time, your head falling back against the seat as she started to rub at your clit. "You're so wet for me," she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You want me to fuck you, don’t you?"

"Yes," you whimpered, your body trembling under her touch. "Please, Abby."

Her lips curled into a smirk against your skin, and without hesitation, she pushed two fingers inside you, stretching you in the way only she knew how. You gasped, clutching her biceps for support as she began to move, slow at first, teasing, until the rhythm built and built, and your body was arching into her, craving more.

Abby’s thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles as she fucked you harder, the sounds of your moans and the wet, slick noise of her fingers moving inside you filling the tight space of the truck. Your legs trembled, your whole body on fire as she drove you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Abby-" you panted, barely able to form coherent thoughts as pleasure wracked your body.

"Cum for me, babe," she murmured, her voice commanding yet tender, her lips brushing over your ear. 

That was all you needed. With a loud cry, your body convulsed, the wave of your orgasm crashing over you as Abby continued to fuck you through it, her fingers relentless and perfect. You could barely catch your breath, trembling in the aftermath as she finally slowed, pulling her fingers from you and watching with dark, satisfied eyes as you came down from your high.

She kissed you deeply, her tongue sliding against yours as if she wanted to claim every part of you. When she pulled back, her lips were curved into a cocky grin. “You put on one hell of a show,” she teased, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You laughed breathlessly, leaning back against the seat, your body spent but satisfied. “Seemed like you enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I did,” Abby said, her voice low and dangerous. “But next time, I’m washing the car. Let’s see how you handle that.” You smirked, already imagining what would happen when it was her turn to tease you.

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[reveromantique]

"Well enough, yeah? Is that so?"

He grins, mischievously, and bows his head to match her kiss with about a dozen of his own, peppered all over her face and neck. "Must mean you're wide awake and raring to go again."

She smells so damn good, some kind of floral-like soap and that cool, crisp scent of magic lingering on her skin. Seifer draws back, and lets his hand run up beneath the hem of her robe, gently tracing the top of her thigh, down, hand coming to brush against her center.

"We've got an hour or so before everyone wanted to leave. If you want more rest, of course."

More rest very clearly meaning the opposite. There's no need to ask which he prefers, watching her expression as his hand moves slightly, nudging her legs apart.

"We can take breakfast to go, I'm sure."

Her ears capture onto the sounds of objects jostling about somewhere in her sleeping quarters, yet she remained entirely glued to her pillow. Yuna was exhausted. All the rambunctious activity from the previous night had finally caught up to her. The only thing on her mind now was how badly she desired a few more minutes of rest.

The soft caress of fingertips trailing along her hip pulls her out of a light slumber. The voice attached to those fingers, and the kiss pressed against her cheek, causes Yuna to crack open her drowsy puppy dog eyes and search for Seifer's self-assured smirk - a visage now a source of asylum and comfort for the summoner.

"Seifer.~ Good morning." laced with a touch of weariness, but overall met with joy, does Yuna shift her petite body closer, and hooks her arms around the blond's neck as she buries her face into his chest. He smelled clean, he was so warm, and cozy. She did not want to set foot outside this room and remain here, with him, forever.

Unfortunately, her duty loomed above her like rays of the sun, which pushed her to fully awaken and shake off the lull of slumber that had previously wrapped her up in its inviting embrace. Though, she does not change position from the arrangement she'd locked Seifer in with her. "I feel that I've rested well enough." she tiredly giggles and presses a kiss against the curve of his jawline, "Thank you for your consideration.

"What of you?" she looks up at him, endearment glittering in her innocent stare, sliding her hands from his back down to the top of his shoulders.

[cryptotheism]

have you already gone over what kind of rigs sanitation workers would have? 🤔 i imagine theyd have power hoses

I have so much lore for sanitation rigs.

The Utivel Urion-7 "Mole Rat" Sanitation Rig is a common middle chassis that blends design elements from several urban construction frames. They are notable among medium frames for boasting a full hermetic seal (although it's optional, and rarely used bc it eats through power.), and an advanced olfactory sensory array.

While not particularly fast or strong, The plating is a dense, shock-resistant bioplastic that can repel acids, biohazards, and as of the most recent model run, small animal attacks. They tend to be equipped with long polearm-like tools for fishing through trash and clearing drain blockages, as well as chemical thrower with a variety of solvents.

They are often paired with the Utivel Lavion "Washing Woman" ultra heavy duty waste management mech. These green steel goliaths are the largest, strongest, mechs most people are going to see outside of a military engagement. They are cumbersome, slow, beasts with a huge tower-shield like forklift and manipulator arm for managing dumpsters. Their name comes from their massive back-mounted trash compactor and incinerator, which resembles a large laundry basket. Their large angled cockpit gives them a distinctly buxom appearance.

Additionally, the Urion-7 can be quickly refitted with more advanced parts, and used as the vanguard of a biohazard response unit. The Hazard Response helm, with it's shoulder-width white hood and rigged bubble dome helmet, have tragic associations. It is the rig of plague wardens and body cart drivers.

[reasonsforhope]

"Sunlight dapples the once-denuded forest floor as saplings spread their branches and leaves overhead, slowly forming a lush canopy.

Beside each young tree, a sign notes its species. Lupuna, says one, the colloquial Peruvian term, and below that its scientific name, Ceiba pentandra — in other words, a kapok tree, known for its cotton-like fibers. Huito, says another sign, or Geinpa americana, which produces edible gray berries.

Each sapling is distinct, a reflection of the Amazon's stunning biodiversity, with so many different species that you might go acres without finding a repeat.

Yet this young forest did not spring up naturally. It has been carefully recreated by humans in an area that was, until just three years ago, a heavily contaminated moonscape.

This land was stripped of its dense vegetation by miners scouring the subsoil for tiny specks of gold, using mercury to separate the gold from the sediment. Many thought that a healthy forest would never thrive in impoverished, mercury-laden topsoil and that the piles of sandy tailings, the residue from the gold mining effort, and the pools of wastewater were irremediable...

"It feels good to see the forest grow back," says Pedro Ynfantes, 66, the miner whose legal mining concession of 1,110 acres includes this 10-acre patch of land where this young forest is located. "We don't want to deforest. When we had the opportunity to let the forest grow back, we took it. It's much better this way."

The opportunity he refers to came via U.S. nonprofit Pure Earth, which works with communities across the Global Southto remediate environmental problems left behind by mining, much of it illegal. Their biggest targets are mercury and lead contamination...

Security forces have launched anti-mining operations down the years, even blowing up the miners' equipment deep in the jungle. But most local politicians, including Madre de Dios' members of Peru's national congress, broadly support the miners, who are a powerful constituency in the relatively sparsely populated jungle region.

Restoring the forest

Pictured: France Cabanillas works for the nonprofit group Pure Earth, which is spearheading an effort to plant saplings in areas of the Peruvian Amazon that were devastated by illegal gold mining.

Now there's an effort to address the damage. Initially working with the region's legal miners, most of whom were here before the 2009 gold rush kicked off, the nonprofit group Pure Earth is using this patch of Ynfantes' land as a pilot project to show how the rainforest can be regenerated after the last traces of gold have been plucked from the soil.

It took a sustained outreach effort. Many miners are wary of or even downright hostile to foreign NGOs, which have repeatedly called for gold mining to be banned or severely curbed in the Peruvian Amazon — steps they say would cost them their livelihood.

"I am feeling optimistic," says France Cabanillas, Pure Earth's local coordinator, who has been appealing to the frustration of many miners at the heavy toll they have taken on the jungle and their desire to minimize their environmental footprint for the next generation.

"We still have a lot to do but this pilot is going well. Down the years, the miners have been getting a lot of stick but not much carrot when it comes to their environmental impacts," says Cabanillas. "We are offering them a carrot, allowing them to remediate their own impacts. Many of the miners do not want to be destroying the rainforest."

Before the miners plant the carefully-selected mix of tree species, they had to prepare the earth. Most of the topsoil had been washed away by the miners' heavy use of hoses.

That preparation involved adding biochar (burnt organic material) and even molasses, which contain fixed carbon and minerals, along with various other nutrients. The miners also had to dig tiny moats around the saplings to prevent all of this new planting from being washed away. Now, after three years, the forest is visibly coming back.

The rejuvenated rainforest also mitigates the impact of the mercury used by many of the illegal miners.

Research done by Pure Earth shows that the barren, sandy soil emits mercury. But in a rainforest, the ecosystem actually absorbs some of the metal, boosting public health."

-via NPR, April 2, 2024

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

The Favorite Chapter 2

Summary:  Bucky Barnes, the big boss of the crime underworld, is notorious for his unhinged behavior and punishments.  There’s not much that can fully set him off, unless someone messes with his favorite…

Warnings:  violence, blood, gore, language, smut, depravity 

**Picture is A.I., found on Pinterest.  Don’t come for me.**

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The Barnes and Falcone families had once been great allies, but with greed and pride came the fall of a once vast combined empire into separate factions vying for control and power.  All Bucky knew was that Falcone had killed his parents and his sister.  That was all he needed to know to do whatever he could to end him and his family once and for all.  With Falcone out of the way, they would have the run of New York and down along the Eastern seaboard.  Bucky really didn’t care much about that, he only wanted justice for his family.

He had met Y/N when they were children.  She had been a little street rat kid that his father found rummaging through the garbage outside of one of his high end restaurants one night, and when one of his bodyguards had gone to shoo her away she had attacked him and nearly killed him.  Bucky’s father had been impressed by her ferocity at such a young age, and instead of ending her, took her in as part of the family, raising her alongside Bucky and his sister Rebecca.  Y/N was always a little weird, a little off, and it was off putting to most people, but Bucky had always found her fascinating.  Rebecca had liked Y/N, too, and treated her like a sister.  She was a survivor, a fighter, and relished in causing pain, especially to those who hurt what she loved or cherished.  Bucky’s father had trained them all well in fighting and marksmanship, and she had taken to it like a duck to water.  When Falcone had killed Bucky’s family in an ambush, it had hit her really hard, and she and Bucky had bonded, to what some would call an unhealthy obsession, over their need for revenge since they were all each other had left.  Bucky had always loved her, leaned on her for her abilities and skill set, but had become obsessed with her and keeping her safe after losing everybody else.  His odd behavior and mannerisms were his and her madness manifesting through grief and comeuppance.  It made him notorious amongst the crime underworld: The Mad Boss.  You didn’t want to get on Bucky’s bad side.  It was a place no one ever survived.

A little over four hours after Bucky had left Y/N in the interrogation room, his bedroom door opened to reveal her soaking wet after hosing herself off downstairs from all the blood and gore.  “Love-of-my-life,” Bucky said happily, opening his arms wide as the door shut behind her.  Y/N giggled and ran into his arms, sighing heavily as he squeezed her.  “Did you have fun?”

“Yes,” she said, her smile widening.

“What was your favorite part this time?” he asked.  He really didn’t like the torture, but wanted her to feel accepted for her hobbies.

“Mmh,” she hummed dreamily, hanging off his neck as he picked her up at her waist and started walking her over to the bathroom.  “That first crack was a beautiful sound…did you hear it?”

“I did,” Bucky nodded, putting her back down on her feet by the shower that he quickly turned on and got the water warmed up.  “It was quite loud.  Did that do him in?”

“Psh, no,” Y/N scoffed, holding her arms up as he bunched her shirt up and pulled it off of her.  “Where’s the fun in ending it that fast?”

Bucky snickered.  “Silly me,” he said as he stripped her naked.  He piled her clothes up in the sink to get washed, pulled his robe off so he was naked with her, then pulled her into the shower.  

She sighed heavily again once the water ran over her, her head hanging down as she let it run over her neck and shoulders.  Torture always took a while and left her physically exhausted, and Bucky was at the ready with a loofa filled with her favorite body wash.  As he washed her carefully the water at her feet turned a slight tinge of pink that quickly washed down the drain.  After washing her body and her hair thoroughly, he started massaging her shoulders and neck as she leaned against him, the water spraying her front.  Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed, and Bucky couldn’t help but smile as he stared at her.  

“You did so well, my pretty girl,” he murmured.  She smiled softly, her eyes staying closed.  “Always so good for me.  Taking care of me, fixing our little messes.”  He started kissing down the side of her face like he did earlier, taking his time to taste her cleaned skin, the kisses becoming insistent as he opened his mouth wider, licking and sucking at her neck and nipping at her jaw.  His massages moved down her chest to her breasts, cupping them in his hands and squeezing as his thumbs rubbed over her already hardening nipples.  “My devilish little violent thing,” he chuckled darkly.

She shivered at that, her hands reaching back and gripping his hips to pull him into her as she grinded her ass back into him.  “Did I make you proud, honey?” she whispered, tilting her head further so he could reach better.

“You always make me proud,” Bucky answered immediately, his words coming out gravelly and breathy.  “I’m always so proud of you, baby.  Always will be.”

Y/N turned her head to look up at him, giving him her best innocent, puppy dog eyes.  “I love you, Buck,” she said, her mouth pulled down in a pout.

Bucky smirked at her, turning her around to face him.  He cupped the side of her face with his right hand, his left going behind her back and pulling her flush to him.  “I love you, Y/N,” he said.  They stared at each other for a moment, the tension rising.  It was the moment of calm before the storm.  He could see it in her eyes, the excitement thrumming in her body as she became jittery under his touch.  Her eyelids fluttered, her breathing picking up as her gaze flickered to his lips repeatedly.  He nuzzled his nose along her nose, then teased her lips with a featherlight pass of his lips before moving to her cheek and kissing it.  He did this over and over again, teasing her for a kiss then moving somewhere else, goading her on to see how far she’d let him take it.  It was always a game they played, a ritual after torture sessions, and he fucking loved it.  

Her patience snapped, and she grunted when he tried to pass over her lips again, reaching a hand up and fisting the hair at the back of his head before forcing him to hold still, and she kissed him hard with an open mouthed kiss.  That broke the spell, and Bucky groaned as he kissed her back passionately.  Through a flurry of panting breaths, desperate roaming hands, and continuously raising voices of moans, groans and whimpers, he wrangled her to the bed in his room.  It was a feat that they made it to the bed at all, but he couldn’t fuck up his back again being on the floor.  She wrestled him to sit at the headboard then climbed into his lap.  

“Yes pretty little…mmh…devilish thing,” Bucky groaned as her fingers ran through his hair roughly, her lips sucking at his neck and her hips gyrating over his cock that slipped through her slit.  “Fffuuuccckk…”

Y/N let out a small whimper, her fingers scratching down from his scalp to his neck then over his chest, leaving deep red lines in his skin.  Even during sex she was bloodthirsty.  “Remember our first time?” she asked suddenly, pulling away to look at him as she flicked at his nipples, making his hips hump up into her.

“Yeah,” Bucky smirked, holding her hips tightly as he tried to thrust up into her.  “Just like this…”

“Yeah,” she nodded, then reached down and gripped his cock, stroking him a few times before aiming herself above it and then sinking down on it hard and fast, taking him all in one go.  Bucky’s mouth dropped open in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back as her pussy swallowed him whole.  He could never get over how perfect she was.  “Just after your first kill…with his blood still on your hands…spreading it all over me,” she huffed, her words getting faster with how aroused she was by the memory.  She lifted her hips and started a rhythm as she bounced on his cock, intermittently rolling her hips before bouncing again.  

Her nails scratched up his neck and back into his hair, making him shudder before he heaved himself forward and tackled her to the bed, slamming his hips into her.  Y/N gasped loudly, her grip still in his hair as he sucked at her nipples while he fucked her recklessly.  “I remember,” he gasped, feeling her pussy flutter around him, “how good you felt.  Wondered why we hadn’t done this before then.  With this perfect pussy, taking me so well,” he said, then whimpered as she bit his neck.  “Fuck!  Darling…baby…”  His hips thrusted faster and harder, his right hand fisting her hair at the back of her head just how she liked, forcing her to wrench her head back.  Her eyes widened, her pupils blown as she stared up at him pleadingly.  “Give me your cum, my little devil,” he snarled.  “And I’ll cover you just how you like it, yeah?”  Y/N nodded as best as she could, her eyelids fluttering in anticipation.  Bucky snuck his other hand between them and flicked at her clit fast, making her stiffen beneath him, her pussy threatening to squeeze him to death.  “That’s it…cum baby…cum!”

Bucky kissed her hard with an open mouth, shoving his tongue past her lips until she met his tongue in kind, then he sucked hard on her tongue.  All the sensations came together to finally push her over the edge and she came with a scream into his mouth.  Her pussy enveloped him with a vice-like grip, pulsing around him in waves that made him growl against her teeth.  He held off his orgasm until hers was finished, then quickly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees, stroking himself off until he started to cum with a long, drawn out groan, ropes spurting over her still spasming pussy, her stomach, her tits and one even reaching just under her chin.  He let out heavy panting breaths as he calmed down, teasing her pussy with his cock again and shoving himself back inside her as she ran her fingers through his cum.  Y/N hummed happily, her eyes hooded as she rubbed him into her skin, then brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking off his cum slowly.  Bucky sighed, licking his lips as he watched her.

“You look so pretty, my favorite,” he said lowly.  “Covered in my cum, licking it up like the dirty little devil baby you are.”

Y/N giggled, looking deceptively innocent as she looked up at him.  “I love your cum, Buck,” she sighed, her head leaning back against the pillows, her eyes blinking blearily.  “Next time I’ll cover you with mine.”

Bucky smirked at her before leaning down and kissing her sloppily, tasting himself on her lips and tongue.  “Well, maybe we should get back in the shower and clean you up, and you can ride my face until I drown in your cum,” he said, nuzzling her nose and then nuzzling his cheek along her cheek.

She hummed.  “Yes, Boss,” she said seductively.

[doeeyedseer]

Some positive things said about elain.

“Elain had always been gentle and sweet—and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had been always so full of light."

"I gazed again at that sad, dark house—the place that had been a prison. Elain had said she missed it, and I wondered what she saw when she looked at the cottage. If she beheld not a prison but a shelter—a shelter from a world that had possessed so little good, but she tried to find it anyway, even if it had seemed foolish and useless to me. She had looked at that cottage with hope; I had looked at it with nothing but hatred. And I knew which one of us had been stronger."

"'Elain nodded, smiling up at me, and it was tentative joy—and life that shone in her eyes. A promise of the future, gleaming and sweet. "

"But Elain, the flower-grower, the gentle heart"

"She had come alive here and her joy was infectious. There wasn't a servant or gardener who didn't smile at her, and even the brusque head cook found excuses to bring her plates of cookies an tarts at various points in the day. I marveled at it, actually- that hose years of poverty hadn't stripped away that light from Elain, Perhaps buried it a bit but she was generous loving and kind- a woman I found myself proud to know, to call sister."

“Beautiful—she’d always been the most beautiful of us. Soft and lovely, like a summer dawn.”

“That smile grew, bright enough that it lit up even Azriel’s shadows across the room.”

“Elain quietly washed his face. Combed out his hair and beard. Straightened his clothes. She found flowers—somewhere. She laid them at his head, on his chest. We stared down at him in silence. “I love you,” Elain whispered, voice breaking.”

"The Cauldron seemed to realize what she’d done, too, as his head thumped onto the mossy ground. That Elain … Elain had defended this thief. Elain, who it had gifted with such powers, found her so lovely it had wanted to give her something … It would not harm Elain, even in its hunt to reclaim what had been taken.”

"Nesta was wrong, Cassian realized, to think Elain as loyal and loving as a dog. Elain saw everything Nesta had done and understood. "

"For a moment, I just stared at my sister, the wisdom she'd spoken. Not a whisper of those oracular abilities. Just clear eyes and an open expression. "

"I think she’s kind, and I’ll take kindness over nastiness any day. But I also think we haven’t yet seen all she has to offer.” A corner of his mouth tugged upward. “Don’t forget that gardening often results in something pretty, but it involves getting one’s hands dirty along the way.”

"She loves her garden. Always loved growing things. Even when we were destitute, she managed to tend a little garden in the warmer months. And when - when our fortune returned, she took to tending and planting the most beautiful gardens you’ve ever seen. Even in Prythian. It drove the servants mad, because they were supposed to do the work and ladies were only meant to clip a rose here and there, but Elain would put on a hat and gloves and kneel in the dirt, weeding. She acted like a purebred lady in every regard but that."

"and Elain was so gentle, so sweet …"

“My sister Elain can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles.”

“Elain, who had been gentle and sweet. Elain, who was to marry a lord’s son who hated faeries …”

“Even wasted away by grief and despair, Elain’s beauty was remarkable. Hers was a face that could bring kings to their knees."

“Nesta met her sister's warm brown eyes. When human, elain had easily been the prettiest of the three of them, and when she'd been turned High Fae, that beauty had been amplified. Nesta couldn't put her finger on what changes had been wrought beyond the pointed ears, but Elain had gone from lovely to devastatingly beautiful. Elain never seemed to realize it.”

“Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself against the darkness of the Trove, if she chooses to. Don’t underestimate her.”

“Elain, mourn as she might for the life she would have had with Graysen, had found a place, a role here. Tending to the gardens of Feyre’s veritable palace on the river, helping other residents of Velaris restore their own destroyed gardens—she had purpose, and joy, and friends: those two half-wraiths who worked in Rhysand’s household. But those things had always come easily to her sister. Had always made Elain special."

"I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. "

"Lost to whatever fog of memory had crept over him, he was smiling mildly at his beloved Elain, the only one of us who bothered to really speak to him at all."

"There was a slight sparkle in her brown eyes.As if she’d been enjoying herself with them. I put a hand in my chest, leaning against the wood panels of the stair wall. Rhys’s hand covered my own a heartbeat later. “that was what I felt,” he said, “when I saw you smile that night we dined along the Sidra,”

“Some were as lovely as you, Elain,” Rhys said from beside Feyre"

"I smiled at my sister, memorizing her lovely face, and wiped her tears away. "

"My sister was beaming, content- prettier then I'd ever seen her, even in her simple muslin gardening dress. Her cheeks were flushed beneath her large, floppy hat.

"Her face had somehow become more beautiful- infinitely beautiful, and her ears...Elain's ears were now pointed beneath her sodden hair."

"The cauldron purred in Elain's presence as the King of Hybern slumped to his knees, clawing at the knife jutting through his throat. "

"The faelights gilded Elain's unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. "

"Elain stood at the wall of windows, clad in a lilac gown whose close-fitting bodice showed how well her sister had filled out since those initial days in the Night Court. Gone were the sharp angles, replaced by softness and elegant curves."

"Her sister turned toward her, glowing with health. Elain’s smile was as bright as the setting sun beyond the windows."

"I'll do it," Elain said, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. She didn't wait for either of us before she strode out , graceful as a doe."

"Her mouth tightened, the only sign of anger in her graceful countenance. "

"but something in me eased at that laughter, at the light thay returned to Elain's eyes. A light I wouldn't see dimmed further. "

Bonus:

" I knew they’d both die the moment that power hit them. Anything, I begged the Cauldron. Anything— The king’s hand began to drop. And then halted. A choking noise came out of him. For a moment, I thought the Cauldron had answered my pleas. But as a black blade broke through the king’s throat, spraying blood, I realized someone else had. Elain stepped out of a shadow behind him, and rammed Truth-Teller to the hilt through the back of the king’s neck as she snarled in his ear, “Don’t you touch my sister.”

“Elain was the only one who guessed. She caught me vomiting two mornings in a row. " She nodded toward Azriel. "I think she's got you beat for secret-keeping.".

“I mean, she’s been brave when she had to be, but she’s never been confrontational.”

“But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she’d disappoint you all.” He sighed toward the ceiling. “With time and safety, perhaps we’ll see a different side of her emerge.”

[seat-safety-switch]

One of the things that nobody tells you about automotive repair is how much of the job involves cleaning. Brake cleaning. Contact cleaning. Interior cleaning. Wiping off pounds of mud so you can even see. Some fixes, you spend more time cleaning off the area than you do actually doing the work.

There are two schools of thought on this issue. Not everyone believes what I do, which is that clean cars run better than dirty cars. Some part of the immortal machine spirit smiles upon you for having treated it well. I will swear as I am being lowered into the ground that a car wash picks up, like, a quarter of a horsepower.

A couple years ago, I went out mudding in my buddy's Isuzu Impulse which had been inexplicably converted to a dune buggy. He tells me that some kind of entity came to him in the woods and told him to do it, but I'm pretty sure it must have been some stoned kids on spring break. Either way, it's very satisfying to pop the pressure washer and hose off five pounds of mud from each of the seats after we're done playing. It's by far my favourite kind of maintenance: done from afar, indiscriminately, with power tools.

Of course, there are limits to my love of the clean. For instance, my old Impala has a hole in the floor big enough to catch a mid-sized dog inside. Road salt and the oil leaking out of the engine make a huge mess in the interior. Cleaning it is futile until I've fixed the hole, and I can't fix the hole until I've cleaned it well enough to get a weld down on what's left of the metal. So instead, it's got some stolen hotel towels duct-taped over the hole. When one becomes too rancid, I put it in my neighbour's trash, and wear my hotel-maid outfit to go get a new one.

Don't worry; I do a little bit of tidying-up while I'm in there. Otherwise that towel cupboard would be so cluttered. How could anyone see what they're doing in there? Super dangerous to the workers, they should be paying me.