#bare conductor

[aluminumcable]

How can aluminum and aluminum alloy cables or conductors be distinguished?

The best way to identify this is to forcefully bend the conductor with your hand. 99.7% of pure aluminum is easily bent, and aluminum alloy conductors need more force to bend. In addition, they are all silver-white and very easy to distinguish.

[mackmp3]

drawings. maybe going on my folio later

[cannibal-nightmares]

"I wish I could live like there was nothing to hide Will you stay or will you turn away from me like them When you start to understand how cynical I am?"

[ x ]

[majormeilani]

I always get that thought of a theory about the fact that the director we voted for in the end didn't really win and that's why he wants to kill us and use the time piece for said award. silly thoughts lmao

i do think it could hold some weight in regards to strengthening their current motivations to make more sense. esp since conductor's motivation seems counterproductive with him being the winner lol.

also i would think them losing would be a stronger reason for them to feel betrayed by hat kid but i suppose that the devs wanted to do the twist ending (which also makes sense too but more for grooves' character imo) also i think maybe they chose the twist thing to kinda support the idea that conductor and grooves are both 'bad guys' as the narrative with mu suggests them to be as well as them blaming hat kid for hurting them when she never did anything wrong? lol

[hardwareelectrical]

Understanding Bare Conductor Dead Ends and Insulation Piercing Connectors

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[bdor1995]

really obsessed with this japanese train otaku who outfitted his apartment to resemble a conductor's cab for his train sim

[dynamiccables01]

10 Effective Tips for Working with Bare Copper Conductors

Introduction Bare copper conductors are fundamental components in various electrical applications, prized for their excellent conductivity and corrosion resistance. However, working with these conductors requires careful attention to detail and adherence to safety protocols.

This article provides ten effective tips to help you work safely and efficiently with bare copper conductors.

Use the Right Tools: Always use high-quality, specialized tools like wire strippers, crimping tools, and heat shrink tubing to ensure safe and secure connections.

Prioritize Safety: Wear appropriate protective gear such as insulated gloves, safety goggles, and rubber-soled shoes. Use nonmetallic ladders to prevent accidents.

Proper Stripping and Cutting: Use a sharp wire stripper to avoid damaging the copper strands, which could affect conductivity and safety.

Ensure Secure Connections: Crimp or twist wires properly to prevent loose connections, which can cause electrical resistance and hazards.

Insulate Properly: Use electrical tape or heat shrink tubing to insulate bare copper conductors, preventing accidental contact with other conductive materials.

Avoid Excessive Bending: Handle conductors carefully to avoid twisting or bending, which can weaken or break them.

Use Appropriate Connectors: Ensure connectors are specifically designed for bare wire connections to maintain a secure and reliable setup.

Prevent Corrosion: Protect conductors from moisture and harsh environments by using suitable insulation or protective coatings.

Grounding: Follow proper grounding techniques to ensure electrical safety in the building or equipment.

Regular Inspections: Periodically check for signs of damage, wear, or corrosion and address any issues promptly to maintain the integrity of the electrical system.

Conclusion Handling bare copper conductors with care is crucial for ensuring both safety and efficiency in electrical systems. By following these ten tips, you can enhance the longevity and performance of your conductors, ultimately contributing to a more reliable and effective electrical infrastructure. Whether you are a seasoned professional or a newcomer to electrical work, these guidelines will help you manage bare copper conductors with confidence and precision.

[greenwirepowersolutions]

Bare Solid Circular Conductors for Sale on Greenwire

Having lightning protection items is essential to protecting your home from electrical hazards, particularly lightning. Presenting the bare solid circular conductors from Greenwire, a dependable option to prevent lightning strikes and guarantee effective earthing for your home and factory. This product, which satisfies BS-EN 13601 and Galvanized IS 280 standards, is offered in specific coil lengths for ease of use. The low resistance of this conductor, which comes from its high-quality copper construction, plays a vital role for offering a safe path during fault currents or massive electrical surges. It is designed to be strong, resistant to mechanical harm, and capable of withstanding the long-term effects of corrosion. This crucial part from Greenwire serves safely dispersing the lightning discharge into the ground, the down conductor system to direct the discharge to the ground, and the air termination network to arrest lightning strike. All these parts combined together play crucial functions in the lightning protection system.

[yoursupercable]

Shielding of medium voltage cables

AAC cable

The metal shielding layer is an indispensable structure in medium voltage (3.6/6kV∽26/35kV) XLPE insulated power cables. The insulated cores of all cables should have metal shielding, which can be on a single insulated core. A metal shield may be applied to several insulated cores. Scientifically designing the structure of the metal shield, accurately calculating the short-circuit current borne by the shielding layer, and formulating the shielding layer processing technology reasonably play a vital role in ensuring the quality of the cross-linked cable and the safety of the entire operating system. The metal shielding methods of medium-voltage XLPE insulated power cables are mainly shielded with copper tape and shielded with a cover and shielded with sparsely wound copper wire.

According to the standards for cables with a rated voltage of 6kV to 35kV, the average overlapping rate of the copper tape in the copper tape shielding method is not less than 15% (nominal value) of the copper tape width, and the minimum value is not less than 5%. The copper tape thickness of single-core cable is ≥0.12mm, the average thickness of multi-core cable is ≥0.10mm, and the minimum thickness of copper tape is not less than 90% of the nominal value. Copper wire shielding is composed of loosely wound annealed copper wires, and its surface should be tightly bound by reversely wrapped copper wires or copper tapes. The average gap between adjacent copper wires should not be greater than 4mm. The shielding on the cable structure is a measure to improve the electric field distribution. The role of metal shielding mainly has the following aspects:

When the cable is normally energized, the metal shielding layer passes the capacitive current, and the short-circuit current passes through the short-circuit fault.

The electromagnetic field caused when the cable is energized is shielded in the insulated core to reduce the electromagnetic interference to the outside world. The metal shielding layer also limits the influence of the external electromagnetic field on the inside.

The power station protection system requires the outer metal shield to have good lightning protection characteristics.

Homogenize the electric field to prevent axial discharge. Since the semiconducting layer has a certain resistance, when the metal shielding layer is not well grounded, the cable will be discharged along the surface due to uneven potential distribution in the axial direction of the cable.

[meetyou00]

Bare Stranded Conductor

Cable products with only conductors but no insulation layer are called bare conductor products. The most widely used conductors today are copper and aluminum. Aluminum conductors include AAC/AAAC/ACSR/ACAR/AACSR, aluminum-clad steel, etc.

[deciessomnia]

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[secret-smut-sideblog]

(thinking about the first time with gale in the astral plane vs mortal plane)

It is a beautifully choreographed dance, and Gale has carefully placed all of the steps. Not to control Tav, but in essence, it is all his leading. A slow winding thing that he unfolds. A book that he has carefully bound and caressed along its spine, pages edged in gold. A perfect declaration of love.

He is composed. He is the conductor. The painter.

But sex on the mortal plane.

He has gone without it so long, and oh Gods, it's messy and desperate and URGENT. He can barely breathe as pleasure boils inside him. The touch too much. Too fast. Overwhelming his senses. Gasping and babbling affirmations to his lover. Don'tstop pleaseplease youresogood. Slow down. Stop, stop. Don't move. Please. More.

A thing building and writhing and so hungry. He suddenly feels he has been so terribly hungry for so long. You cannot starve without touch, but he is so swollen with need it verges on nausea. He must break, you understand. Gorging on pleasure is not a polite thing. It is not a patient thing. And he has been patient. He's been so good. Please.

Gale seeks sex in the Astral Plane to bind spiritually, but mortal sex binds viscerally. There is no room for pleading or rawness under pristine turquoise skies. He is not allowed to cry, to break, to unfold from his carefully molded self where gods reside. Only in the quiet of two heavy breathing bodies can he find that relief.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jamil Viper: A Web, Tangled

Aaand here we go with the Relaxing in Room line of birthday cards :v d ehebkwjw It’s so funny that they chuck pillows to attack??? (By the way, congrats to this Jamil card overloading and crashing the JP server 😂)

For this series of birthday ficlets, I’ll focus on writing each birthday boy preparing to walk to school with the reader (since the duo partner barely appears in the vignettes). Can be read platonically or romantically, whatever you prefer~

Rise and Shine!

You lingered by the doorway, your eyes glued on Jamil.

He was preoccupied with glimpsing himself in a mirror set on a table. Before him were various accessories from a jeweled box. (Judging from the gaudiness of the massive rubies on it, it must have been a gift from Kalim.)

Loose tresses the color of dark chocolate tumbled down his back. When Jamil ran a brush through them, the sun caught and his hair tempered, turning lustrous.

You’d seen him massage his scalp with oil-slicked hands before—and again, he diid it, followed by some sort of a cream. The routine left his head moisturized smelling faintly of jasmine. Jamil never compromised when it came to hair care.

You often had to remind yourself that he was not a princess, entrancing as he was. The sway of his hair, the snap of his steps. Each movement, close to a part in a mysterious dance.

Jamil produced his magical pen. The magestone laid in it was as clear as a cloudless day, and the color of blood that had been left out for a little too long.

Now came the spectacle, the very highlight of your entire morning.

Jamil raised the pen as if he was a conductor waving his baton. A hush fell over an imaginary audience, a collective of breaths held in anticipation. This is it, this is it.

He flicked his wrist, and the magic flowed.

A trail of scarlet light emanated whenever Jamil drew his wand. The accessories laid out on his desk floated up, compelled, in a neat line. A band with a feather dangling from it, narrow golden bangles, flat beads that clinked like coins.

His dark locks lifted, dividing themselves into even sections, then into even smaller ones. They carefully twisted over and under each other, weaving into tight braids. Accessories slid on, effortlessly fitting themselves at his direction.

His intricate hairstyle assembled quickly, as if arranging the pieces of a familiar puzzle.

The red sparkles faded into a fine shimmer and then into nothing at all. As the last traces of magic settled, you bursted into applause.

“Bravo, bravo! Great show as always,” you said appreciatively.

“… That wasn’t a performance,” Jamil corrected as he set his magical pen down.

“It might as well be! It takes some serious skill to pull that off every morning.” You gestured to him. “And so fast!“

“Anyone could accomplish it with enough time and practice.” His words choice was humble, but there was a hint of a smirk in his tone.

A rare moment of triumph for him.

“Not just anyone. I think you’ve got a natural talent for this kind of thing,” you grinned broadly, “like a spider!”

Jamil’s neutral expression splintered, leaving jagged edges exposed. His left eyes twitched, pupils pinpricks.

“Excuse me? In what way do I remind you of a vile bug?”

“Hey, don’t knock spiders! You guys have similar skills. The braids, the webs. You make’m well, all nice and strong. No strands out of place.”

“That doesn’t reassure me,” he groused, a hand on his hip. “I’d prefer if you didn’t compare me to them. It feels wrong.”

Jamil shivered. Not from the cold, but with repulsion.

You gave a laugh—soft against the rising morning sun. “Really? But you’re so alike in other ways too.”

His eyes narrowed into suspicious slivers. Mildly offended, perhaps.

“Elaborate,” he commanded.

“They’re hard working and important but under-appreciated,” you pointed out. “Without spiders, there would actually be a lot more bugs around. We should be more grateful to have spiders’ webs.”

There was a pause, deliberate. Then a gentle prompt.

“… Remind you of anyone?”

Jamil scoffed. It was as loud as a thunderclap in his suddenly cavernous bedroom.

“Maybe.”

Two syllables, clipped. An acknowledgment.

“Jamil-senpai…?”

He hurriedly looked away, staring at the wall for likely longer than what was deemed appropriate. Any more, whether in length or in intensity, and he might have burned a hole in it. His face, hotter than the Scalding Sands.

Your brows shot up. “… Ah. Could it be that you’re feeling embarrassed?”

“What? No, don’t be ridiculous. Something like this couldn’t possibly ruffle me.”

You craned your body, attempting to meet his gaze. But he wrenched away, denying that to you. “Then why aren’t you looking at me when you say that?”

“I need to get ready for class,” he replied dismissively. “So close the door and wait outside while I change out of my pajamas.”

“Now you’re just changing the subject!”

“Well, we’ll both be running late if we continue to dawdle,” Jamil warned—a tactful evasive maneuver.

His hands found their way onto your arms, steering you into the hallway. You turned back, mouth opening to protest, but Jamil had already sealed himself off.

Banging and calling out to him was no good. Kicking resulted in you gripping onto your poor foot and whimpering. You were left in a sorry state, back to the door as you rested on the floor.

On the other side, Jamil was surely having a little laugh. Cheeks still burning from the praise showered upon him, basking in the afterglow of it.

You sighed.

A spider makes its web to deceive flies into getting stuck in it. Jamil-senpai can be just as tricky.

[starkeyisthelastname]

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im the conductor of the rafe has a sir kink train 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼 dealer!rafe has one too BTW🙈😁

thank you for this baby! 😚💖

Pornstar!Rafe definitely has a sir kink. There is no question about it, because this man thrives off of dominance. If he’s in a particular nasty mood, he’s not afraid to give you a firm slap on the cheek, forcing you to look at him as he pounds your poor hole out. “Whose fucking cunt is this?” He would spit at you, yanking your jaw to meet his gaze. You could barely get anything out, gasping as he shook you to get you to answer. When he was in this kind mood, you knew not to fuck with him. “Y-yours sir.” You mumbled, eyes rolling back as you started to come undone. He would chuckle, feeling you clench around him as he leaned down towards your ear, whispering. “Good whore.”

Dealer!Rafe is a little different. He has no shame in being called daddy, he loves it. It was something that not only he used when he fucked you, but in every day life as well. But… he did occasionally liked to be called sir. Especially in a more business like setting, or around his crew. He’d have some of his boys over, weed in the air as they banded up a bunch of cash. He didn’t always like you around when he did things that involved his dirty ways of making money, but something like this was alright. Especially when you looked so fucking pretty. He’d have you on his lap, sharing a blunt with you as your eyes surveyed the massive amounts of money. “This is for me to buy that pretty little white Lexus you want. You know that?” He’d whisper, high as hell. You felt your panties dampen at the fact all this money was for the expensive car you wanted. “No sir.” You whispered, a little in shock as the car you showed him was over 100,000. It was the hand that came up to your throat to squeeze, and the chuckle in your ear that made you whimper. “Shit… that’s right gorgeous. Keep calling me sir and I’m gonna make you say it while I drill your shit in.”

[artyandink]

broken caution tape

Summary: You knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist the tension from your encounter with Dean and the shifter mafia. You just didn’t expect either of you to cave that quickly. But are either of you complaining? Absolutely not.

A/N - Sequel to my drabble ‘necessary precautions’!

A/N 2 - Am I having a hard time keeping my concentration with that gif? Oh, absolutely.

TW: Smut, oral (f. receiving), fingering, marking (f. and m. receiving), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), beer play/temperature play, pussy + thigh slapping, switch Dean, switch reader

You were having a hard time keeping your h-head. Especially with- mmh, right there.

Dean’s lips were hot and fast on your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake from where he had you against the island of the crappy motel, but did either of you care? No.

Dean didn’t care when he got to mark up your skin all pretty like that, seeing you arch into him and offer more of you to claim.

You didn’t care when your head spun, breath was stolen and eyelashes fluttered upon feeling his hands all over your body, tracing the shape and memorising it. Kneading your thigh over that tight little skirt. Finding the spot just under your ear which had you letting out a sinful moan that sent him to heaven every time he nipped and sucked on it. Running his hand right over your chest and feeling the uneven surface that was a lace bra. Over your blouse.

It had to go.

The trigger had simply been seeing your lips take a long and fulfilling sip (fulfilling to his imagination, at least) of an ice cold beer to celebrate for an undercover mission well done before he found himself snapping. Slamming his beer and yours down on the counter. Attacking your neck with lips, teeth and tongue until he practically had to hold you up with an arm around your waist and a strong hand massaging the flesh of your knee up to your upper thigh. So close to where you really needed him. While he was driven mad by your desperate, needy mewls. While he occasionally lifted his head and took your jaw, guiding you so he could kiss you senseless.

Dean considered it a blessing that you weren’t slapping the sense out of him when he’d done such a sudden act and instead allowed him to make you putty underneath his skilled hands and lips (both of which are weapons of mass destruction, however good they look), and especially allowed him to tear your blouse open and chuck it God knows where.

Dean’s eyes locked on your lacy bra, his mouth drying until it felt like the Sahara. “Sweet Jesus, baby.”

His hand faltered on its way to undo your bra when you desperately rocked your clothed pussy forward, meeting Dean’s want through his slacks and eliciting a mix of a hiss and groan as his forehead fell to your bare shoulder. He recovered within a moment, making quick work of the lace and letting it drop carelessly, grabbing the icy beer he’d been drinking from, taking a swig and swirling it around his mouth before swallowing heavily, eyes glued to you with a gaze so intense it could form a diamond.

“You wanna celebrate, sweetheart?” He took another sip, keeping it in his mouth for exactly seven seconds (yes, you counted how long he wasn’t touching you for) before gulping it down. “Let’s… goddamn… celebrate.”

You hadn’t realised why he’d kept the cold beer in his mouth for so long until the chill of his mouth and tongue started lavishing your nipple.

“D-Dean!” You arched into him with a sharp intake of breath followed by a moan tumbling from your lips and many others - rather avalanche-esque - your hand tightening in his hair, nails raking his scalp and the dip between his shoulder blades. He groaned, his hand that hadn’t touched the beer moving to tweak, flick, pinch and pull the other hardened nipple with a rhythm you knew only he could set, like he was a conductor and you a violin.

Katy Perry got it wrong; it’s not ‘yes and no’, it’s ‘yes and Jesus holy Christ, Almighty above, hell… yes’. The title could not be more applicable to how Dean’s ministrations felt on your skin.

But nothing could describe how overwhelmingly good it felt.

Oh, zoo wee mama, you were a goner.

Dean felt like his head was spinning so much it could be diagnosed as some wacky type of vertigo. That’s what your perfume and the sight of you bowing your back, pretty lips parted and moaning out his name did to him. He grabbed your thighs, and you did right by jumping and wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands splayed over the underside of your thighs to keep you upright as he quickly made his way to the bed, throwing you down and instantly starting to tug off his own tie as you removed your panties.

The tie was being so damn stubborn.

Dean hissed in frustration, trying to get the knot out so he could ravish the gorgeous woman on his bed, but it wouldn’t come undone. So, in a fit of rage (and barely controlled lust) he ripped the tie clean off, giving his shirt the same treatment and roughly throwing them to the floor.

You would have giggled had it not been for your post mind-blowing foreplay haze, but you were already nose deep in it. A whine was all you could manage as he grabbed your ankles, pulling them so they almost hit the edge of the bed, your skirt off in a blink. Seems like he had a thing for the thigh highs, cause they were kept on while your heels were discarded. Dean’s hands flying forward to grip your hips, lift them up and slide a pillow under just as his cold mouth zeroed in on your clit.

Move. Squirm. Shy away. Do anything.

Nope. Move closer to the source. Yeah, that’s it. That’s the goal. Attagirl.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t shy away with the angle he’d put your hips on the pillow, and even if you tried, the fingers that you hadn’t even noticed he put in your pussy and began thrusting would slip out to deliver a quick smack before delving back in. “Can’t give me a gift like you in that tight-ass excuse for Fed threads and not expect somethin’ back- God, m’gonna wreck this pretty pussy.” He growled against your clit, sending wave upon wave of dizzying vibrations that made your head fall back as it wracked through your body.

What was once you trying to pull away from the onslaught turned into needy pushes against his icy, talented tongue, which prompted him to suck harshly just as he crooked his thick fingers, hitting your g-spot with a bullseye better than when he could hit with a gun, having you fall apart for him oh-so easily.

“Mnh-” You felt deliciously helpless as your thighs shook and moved to close around his head, but you learnt from a quick yet firm slap on the thigh that you shouldn’t interrupt him when he’s lapping at your pussy like a starved man, drinking every last bit of you like you were the last bit of water in an endless desert.

The man was very busy.

But even when you thought you needed a break from the total knockout you experienced in the mano a mano match between you and Dean frickin’ Winchester’s tongue, his tongue started tracing his name on your clit, fingers beginning to pump at a fast pace. Occasionally letting his tongue dip and thrust inside your pussy and pulling his fingers out for them to deliver smacks at irregular intervals that had you whining and begging before thrusting back in to work you over just right.

“Dean, Dean-” Was all you could get out in the present climate, but then begs for him to not stop spilled from your mouth. You could feel his smirk as he did that figure eight thing with his tongue that broke you and tore your next climax from you as well as your ability to stay on Planet Earth, instead seeing what the solar system probably did every day. Stars upon stars, the corner of your vision blacking out and blurring even as Dean lifted his head, licking his glistening lips, looking like a vision with hair sticking up from all ends due to your hand tightening, loosening and roughing it up.

“You’re so gorgeous like that, sweetheart.” He murmured, pressing open mouthed kisses to the expanse of your body, yet only then did your eyebrows shoot up and pussy clamp on a pair of fingers scissoring you open. He hadn’t removed them, and the knuckle of his index was pressing against your g-spot with every spread and exposure of the heated air to you, a relief due to the icy sensations of the moment before.

Dean’s lips reached yours, capturing them and claiming them, making sure they were nice and swollen for him, marking them as his. He hoped that you’d remember this every single time you wore that damn FBI getup from now on. The kiss was enough to probably make Lucifer blush, all sloppy and full of moans while he rocked against you, realising that he’d still had his slacks on.

That was an easy fix.

His belt whipped off, discarded somewhere Dean couldn’t bother to note as his slacks and boxers came down too, his fingers still working and working you. But not bringing you anywhere close to release. Enough to tease, to make you shake and drive you mad. You were too busy to notice him reaching somewhere, pants and huffs of breath coming from him.

“God, you’re so…” Dean moaned when he felt your pussy clamp down on his scissoring fingers, so his final string of control was cut in an instant. He yanked his fingers out, quickly sucked them clean in one pass through his mouth and then entered you, thrusting hard and deep, watching your eyes for when he was comfortable to move again. He hadn’t bottomed out, but god, were you like a vice. “Talk to me, darlin’. Tell me if it’s good.”

“S’good.” You babbled, your hand reaching up to bury in his hair again, and then he thrust again, going in a bit deeper and feeling your pussy clamping down on his cock in the most delicious way.

It had his eyes rolling back, a strangled groan leaving his mouth. “So tight, baby. So damn- oh, hell.” His head fell against your shoulder before he sloppily thrust again, the action erratic but still getting a simultaneous, loud, unadulterated sound from the both of you. Eventually, after slow, deep, hard thrusts, he found you adjusting to him and his size, so he began to pick up the pace while keeping the accuracy, brushing your g-spot and bottoming out every time, keeping a close, watchful eye on you through half-lidded eyes and sweat rolling down his temple. His hands gripping your hips and rolling the both of you over so you were on top.

Well hell, if that wasn’t a blaring invitation.

You began moving up and down, raising yourself until the tip of his cock was inside you before lowering and taking him in, keeping it up as you bent, your teeth finding the soft skin of his toned chest, sucking and biting until you left a bruise. Relishing his groan and his hands flying to grip you, one at your hip and the other tangling in your hair. “Just like that. Mark me up real pretty, baby. Mark me good.” He moaned, eyes rolling back.

“Oh, trust me, I will.” You murmured, leaving a line of hickeys up until the underside of his jaw, then veering off course to find the one below his ear that he’d found on you earlier. It had his hips stuttering and bucking up so he could thrust into you, but you clicked your tongue and nipped at his neck as a warning. “No, handsome. Let me do the work.”

“God, yeah.” Dean nodded immediately, loving the fact that he could look in the mirror and see your marks on his skin. “Mmh, baby, keep going. M’so close, d-don’t stop. Please, d-don’t stop, sweetheart.”

You were about to get out a word when the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit, and then all sense of them failed you. Oh-Oh damn.

“R-Right there with you, love you, god- oh, hell- damn it to hell.” You moaned, making an extra effort to latch your mouth onto his pulse point and suck.

“M-Mhmm, l-love you too, baby, so-so much, so goddamn close, g-gonna-” That caught confession, and the last bounce of you on his cock, sent Dean tumbling over the edge. Nails digging into your hips at a bruising force, eyes rolling back and thrusting up into you by planting his feet on the bed so you came with him about four and a half thrusts later, pulling you down by your hair to kiss you deeply, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths.

Still trying to process the aftershocks once you’d rolled off him and onto the bed beside him, your legs most likely jelly from riding Dean and also getting pounded into by him.

Eventful night.

You’d begun to realise that you may not have used a condom, but then you looked to you your right and saw Dean propped up on an elbow, depositing a filled one in the bin along with a silver wrapper that had clearly been torn with his teeth. “You, uh, got that on with one hand?”

“I’ve had practice.” Dean grinned back, swinging his legs over the bed and walking over to your side, lifting you up bridal style, laying a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s run a bath, once we’re dry I’ll change the sheets, and then we can cuddle, go to bed, the nine yards. Sound good, sweetheart?”

“Sounds great.” You sighed, leaning your head against his chest as he took you inside the bathroom, setting you on the edge of the bath, turning the valves and letting the water flow into the bath, dipping in a hand to check it was the right temperature. Once he was sure, he lifted you and set you in before getting in himself. You manoeuvred yourself so your back was against his chest, and he hummed in approval as well as surprise, letting his arms encircle your waist protectively. “Why are you carrying me everywhere? D’you think my legs aren’t working?”

You heard a low chuckle in your ear, then felt the slow press of his lips against your cheek, a stark and sweet contrast from the mind-blowing sex five minutes ago. It was hard to believe it even happened, what with the soft touches of his hand rubbing over you and cleaning you of the remnants of the recent - ahem - activity, making sure to avoid your overstimulated pussy.

You were glad he did.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice rumbled in your ear as his thumb nudged your chin so you’d look him in his emerald eyes, which were lit up with mischief that only he could pull off. “After I just railed that tight lil’ pussy? You won’t be able to walk for at least a week.”

Your squeak of surprise was silenced by the honeyed kiss he planted on your lips.

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love language

Overworked and always putting themselves second, both Himeko and Natasha just need someone to help them relax after a tiring day <3

fluffy smut, sub!himeko, sub!natasha, gn!reader, oral sex, fingering, squirting (himeko), ~3k words for both

A/N: this was in the drafts for 2 months… finally polished it off enough to post it omg.

You’re cozy between warm sheets and fluffy pillows, the light of the cabin dimmed to help you relax as you read the last few sentences of the volume in your hands.

You’re entirely focused on the story’s conclusion until you reach the last words and blink out of the daze you’ve been in for the past… three hours? You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand, disbelievingly at first, then softly close the book. It’s past midnight, you hadn’t planned to finish it tonight and you’re surprised you managed to get through the end without getting interrupted. The day’s fatigue accumulates at the corner of your eyes. For a minute, you sit in the bed, simply taking in the book you just read. It left you somewhat unsatisfied, you’re not a fan of the protagonists walking different paths after spending most of the story working to reunite with each other. It reminds you of the Astral Express, of the bonds you’ve forged with the Nameless; the thought of one day separating from them saddens you. You know each of them have a road to follow but they’ve become family over the years, that also goes for Stelle, who’s the team’s newest addition.

As you reflect on your book, you realize— a little late— that you’re alone in the cabin. The spot beside you is untouched as it was this morning, not a crease on the clean pillows. You frown. Himeko must still be working on the train, even after telling you it wouldn’t be long and that she’d be ready for bed before you could finish another chapter. You don’t care about her not fulfilling her word, concern swells in your chest instead because it’s the third day this week where she’s slept past one in the morning, too preoccupied with making sure the Express runs smoothly. She easily forgoes rest to prioritize her work, and while you’re all grateful for her dedication, you wish she would not consider herself second best.

You lift the comforter off your body and step into your slippers. You stretch your arms over your head as you make your way to the door, softly sliding it open. The train car is quiet, only a low whirring sound can be heard from the archive room, the familiar noise relaxing you. The lights are dimmed, never completely shut in case of emergency. You walk down the corridor to reach the parlor. The door slides open and you hear soft murmurs of conversation as you step into the parlor, blinking a couple times to adjust to the bright lights. Himeko is seated on one of the large couches, discussing something with Pom-Pom, and doesn’t hear you come in. The conductor does since they’re facing you, but they only nod pensively at whatever Himeko is saying.

You cross your arms over your chest and wait, leaning on the wall. It gives you the chance to admire your pretty girlfriend; her coat is discarded somewhere on the train, leaving her shoulders bare, and from this angle you can pinpoint the few dispersed moles on her shoulder blades while the rest are hidden by her silky, red hair. Her face is bare of any makeup, long lashes brushing her cheeks with every blink and plump, pink lips you can’t help but stare at. You can almost smell her signature perfume if you concentrate long enough, it’s usually mixed with a strong coffee aroma to create a scent specific to her. Himeko is a refreshing sight no matter the hour of the day.

You don’t mind waiting for her to notice you, not wanting to interrupt her conversation. She eventually does when she gestures to the phonograph, eyes glossing over you for a second before she turns back to Pom-Pom, then head whirling back to you as she registers your presence in the room. Himeko smiles softly at you, waving in greeting, and you return it easily. You can’t really hear what they’re saying because of how low they’re talking, only snippets and words that make no sense out of context. After another minute where you assume the conversation is getting wrapped up, Himeko stands from the couch and bids the conductor goodnight. She walks over to you and reaches for your hand the moment she’s close enough, fingers lacing with yours.

“You’re still up?” Himeko asks, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing your skin.

“Mhm. I finished my book.”

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry. I had to fix a couple things, then Pom-Pom wanted to share their thoughts on something, I lost track of time. You shouldn’t have waited.”

Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek for an instant before lowering down your bicep. Himeko is always touching you in some way, whether it’s with a palm on your lower back or her fingertips tracing shapes into your forearm. She does it unconsciously, you noticed. It warms you to think that her body seeks yours out whenever you’re in the same room.

“It’s nothing,” you say, “I’m more concerned about you.”

“Me?”

“You’ve been sleeping later and later recently. Are you okay?”

Something gleams in Himeko’s eyes at the worry lacing your words. Her gaze softens like it often does when she looks at you and a small smile grows on her lips, squeezing your hand once.

“Of course. There’s always something to do on the Express, is all. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you.”

You see appreciation on her face. Himeko leans forward to press a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. Her hand tugs you along as she opens the parlor door and begins to walk towards her cabin.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.”

You let her lead you to her room. It’s in the same state you left it, but it feels warmer with her here. You settle onto the bed as Himeko rummages around for the gown she sleeps in and unashamedly take in the curves of her body as she undresses. She shoots you an amused look that has you smiling innocently, pulling the gown over her head and smoothing out her hair. She joins you, lays down against the pillows and wraps her arms around you to gently pull you into her. You inhale slowly into her neck. One hand strokes your hair and you sigh softly at the same time Himeko makes a noise of contentment. A comfortable silence stretches between you for a moment, broken only by the reassuring sound of the Express in the background. You sneak an arm around her waist to hold her tighter.

“I love having you like this…” Himeko murmurs with a slow exhale. “I look forward to it every night.”

You hum, nuzzling into her. Your reply is slightly muffled, “You do so much in a day. You deserve to feel this relaxed more often.”

“Sometimes I don’t know how you have the energy to deal with me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Himeko sighs again, and her hand trails down your back in soothing motions. “You're so understanding with me, indulging me when I need it. You're always there, even when I don't know I need something, you give me the help I need. You don’t mind me working late so often; you have… so much patience for me.”

You pull away from her to look her in the eyes, brows furrowed in confusion. “Himeko, you’re the sweetest, most reliable person alive. How could I not be patient with you?”

She laughs quietly and cups your cheek. Her lidded eyes are full of affection as her thumb caresses your skin.

“You and your sweet words. It's hard not to believe them when you say them with such a sincere tone.”

“That’s because they’re true.”

Himeko brings you close with a hand on the back of your neck. Her lips meet yours in a tender kiss and your eyes shut in bliss at the feeling of her mouth moving against yours. She’s soft and warm and loving, keeping you in place until she’s had her fill and lets you lean back to catch your breath. You rest your foreheads together, noses brushing. Himeko’s hands travel up your body, from your hips to your waist and back down in steady touches, enjoying the feel of your curves. You plant gentle kisses on her jaw and almost feel her melt under you.

“You deserve every ounce of kindness…” your lips trail up to the apple of her cheek, “every show of appreciation…” you kiss her forehead then descend to the bridge of her nose; it scrunches up slightly with her growing smile, “and affection that comes your way.” You press another languid kiss to her lips.

Himeko’s gaze shows only adoration when you pull away to look at her, breathing a little heavier. Her lips are parted ever so slightly, her hands squeezing your waist. You swipe some hair out of her face as your palm rests on her cheek. Any fatigue you previously felt disappears at the sight of her under you like this, looking up at you with such admiration. It still feels a bit unreal, for someone so good to stare at you this way, it makes you believe that perhaps you too are deserving of others’ love.

You lean closer, the tip of your nose grazing hers, voice soft and eyes fluttering shut. “If you’re still in doubt, I could show you, if you’d like.”

Himeko’s smile turns teasing as your hand slips under her nightgown to slide up her knee. She pretends to think about it.

“Mmm… That depends on how you plan to do that.”

“Well, I have a few ideas… They all include you whimpering for me.”

Her chuckle makes you smile.

“Whimpering? You’re confident.”

“With reason, I assure you.”

Himeko welcomes your mouth on hers with enthusiasm, one of her hands curling around your nape. You’ve learned how to make her so dizzy with need that she’s entirely at your mercy, and it starts with the gentle swipe of your tongue over her bottom lip. Her lips part wider to deepen the kiss and you feel her fingers tighten their hold on your neck. Her tongue slides over yours, accustomed to your taste and still so breathless, while you rub her thigh. She hums low against your mouth as you try your best to adjust your position above her without breaking the kiss. Your thigh lodges itself between hers, feeling them clench once before relaxing into the bed.

Himeko is easy to please; loving touches up her torso to her chest makes her gasp softly, your tongue past her lips has her pulling you closer, and the slight pressure from your thigh between her legs is enough for her breathing to stutter. You kiss down her jaw to her neck and she tilts her head to make herself more accessible to your mouth. You know which spot makes her sigh in pleasure and which causes her to jerk her hips into your touch. You suck on her pulse point, humming at the fingers that tangle themselves in your hair at the gesture. The skin of her throat reddens and you lick it to soothe the pain before pulling away from her completely.

You sit up, gazing down at the flush of her cheeks and the rise of her chest. The square neckline of her nightgown gives you a tantalizing view of her cleavage. You bring a hand to touch the mole over her right breast, index finger massaging the flesh around it.

“So beautiful you are,” you say absentmindedly, pulling her clothes down with your free hand to watch how her breasts spill from their confines.

Himeko bites her lip in anticipation. The obvious desire in her gaze spurs you on, and you take handfuls of her heavy breasts to fondle them. The friction of your warm palms on her hardening nipples has her fingers sinking into the sheets. You twist a pink nipple between two fingers, delighting in the quiet moan that follows. Himeko’s breasts are so pliable, so plush, you can’t help lowering your mouth to one and sucking it like a pacifier. Her nipple puffs up under your wet tongue and you swallow a sound of pleasure at the feeling. Your teeth graze the soft skin of her breasts and leave faint marks across her chest everywhere they go. Her breasts shine with a thin coat of saliva when you finally separate yourself from them, and Himeko’s audibly breathing through her mouth, fingers curling around your locks. Her hips seek friction for her pussy by pressing into your thigh, but it’s not enough to relieve the need between her legs. Her nightgown has risen up to the top of her thighs, barely hiding her damp panties from sight.

You take in your work of art on her chest, the glisten of her puffy nipples and the shades of red on her skin slowly shifting into gorgeous blues and purples. Your thumb circles her sensitive bud as you watch Himeko’s brows quiver in pleasure. She won’t beg you for more, yet, even if what she needs is spelled out on her face.

You hook your fingers under the thin strap of her gown and let it snap against her skin as you let go. “Take it off, princess.”

Satisfaction swirls in your gut when she complies, sliding her arms out of the straps and pulling the material down her waist. You move to allow her to take it off completely and discard it somewhere on the bed, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Your hands greedily travel up her thighs to her waist, squeezing the soft curves of her love handles along the way. Tiny moles decorate her body from her chest to her inner thigh like final touches on a meticulously painted artwork. Blood runs hot under her skin, adding a little color to the painting that she is. She’s stunning, and she’s yours.

You settle between her legs and prop her knees up to spread her thighs. Himeko grips your hair once more, her favorite, as you knead the flesh of her inner thighs.

“Seriously, Hime,” your eyes are glued to the damp patch on her cotton panties, arousal pooling in your belly, “the Knights of Beauty should be worshiping you.”

Himeko’s breathless laugh turns into a low moan when you use two fingers to rub her lower lips over her underwear, feeling her arousal ruin the material until it sticks to her pussy. You can see the outline of her labia under the fabric and you don’t even have it in you to tease her. Your index pulls her panties aside, revealing her glistening cunt and making you bite your bottom lip in lust. You lean forward to kiss around her labia. The smell of her arousal fills your sinuses and you feel desire tighten your stomach. Himeko urges you closer to her pussy with the hand in your hair, hips jerking towards your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick her leisurely, slithering between her folds and ignoring her twitching clit. You moan into her cunt at the taste of her and Himeko lets out a noise close to a whimper, bucking into you to feel more of your tongue on her pussy.

You quickly tire of keeping her panties at bay, so you waste no time in sliding them down her legs and tossing them on the floor. Her cunt is entirely exposed to you, slick dripping between her ass cheeks. She’s so wet, her clit stands at the ready, waiting for you to wrap your lips around it and suck. You spread her lips with two fingers and lower your mouth to her pussy, licking up her slit like a thirsty kitty.

“Mmngh…” Himeko makes the sweetest noises above you, from breathy moans to quiet whimpers as you work her up, eyes shut in pleasure. Her free hand grabs a fistful of the sheets under her. “Ah… Nnh…”

You tease her entrance with a finger, not quite sliding inside. Your tongue swirls around her aching clit, from base to tip, and you’re rewarded by a poorly restrained moan from your pretty girlfriend. Himeko’s thighs twitch as you lap her up but she finds the strength to keep them spread for you, instead gripping your hair a bit tighter to pull you towards her cunt. A finger tentatively pushes into her pussy to the knuckle and her hips stutter in their steady rocking at the welcomed intrusion. She gets used to the sensation quickly, brows twitching, and you curl the digit to hit a specific spot inside her, a drawn out moan escaping her.

“Nngh…” Himeko whimpers out your name, chest heaving, “m—more…”

You can’t refuse her when she sounds so fucking pretty. You harshly suck her clit, feeling it throb, and push another finger inside her clenching cunt. She squeezes your digits but takes them like a champ, allowing you to plunge deep into her to hit the spongy spot that makes her cry out. You look up at her as she grinds her pussy on the flat of your tongue, lost in pleasure. Her breasts move with every jerk of her hips, her lips are forever parted to let out soft mewls and her creamy skin glows under the lights from the sweat accumulating on her body. The wet sounds of your digits thrusting into her cunt are sinful, they fill the cabin along with Himeko’s barely contained moans. Her belly tightens with need, and she clenches around your fingers with another desperate whimper. You flick your tongue on her engorged clit a few times, drilling into her with a pace you know she likes, hard and fast. Slow, loving touches on her body will turn Himeko on like nothing else but when she gets like this, only thinking about her release, she needs it rough enough to push her over the edge. She meets your efforts halfway and grinds into you, swallowing your fingers further into her wet pussy.

You can tell how close she is by the pitch of her voice; it gets slightly higher with every passing minute you spend with your nose buried into her cunt.

“P–Please—” Himeko babbles, “Let me…”

You find it adorable how the last push she needs is often just the confirmation that she’s allowed to come.

“Come for me, princess.”

Himeko whines, squeezing your fingers tight as she gushes into your mouth. Her cum coats your lips and chin and you lap it up eagerly, moaning at the taste. You clean her up diligently while her thighs threaten to close around your head and her clit throbs with her orgasm. She comes on your tongue with a pretty noise of pleasure and you ease your fingers out of her fluttering pussy to keep her thighs pinned to the mattress. You lick up her slit once, twice, desperate to swallow more of her cum. Himeko inhales sharply when your tongue flicks over her sensitive clit. You know her body inside and out, and so you know that sucking her clit right after an orgasm will make her squirt like she is now, spurts of cum coating your face and her needy cries filling your ears. She makes a mess for you, ruining the sheets under her, until she can’t take it anymore and has to pull you away from her cunt by the hair so she can catch her breath.

You relent, swiping your tongue over your lips and looking up at her with a cocky smirk. Himeko struggles to regulate her breathing, chest heaving and limbs still twitching from the aftershocks. You hover over her to press a gentle kiss to her jaw.

“We really should relax this way more often.”

“You work yourself too hard.”

Your warm, muttered words send a shiver across the skin of Natasha’s nape and the sensation spreads down her back as would a chilling gust of wind, the kind that only appears during Belobog’s most forgiving winters. It leaves goosebumps in its wake that you chase away with the palm of your hands firmly pressing over her shoulder blades, tracing the protruding bones lower down her back before slowly bringing your hands to rest on her shoulders. You hear her soft sigh as you massage her skin and undo knots of long accumulated stress from her muscles. You’re sure her eyes are closed despite being unable to see her.

“I have to,” she replies, her voice just as low, like speaking any louder will disturb the quiet around you.

Your hands run down her arms at an unhurried pace. You love touching her, love the feel of her. It’s a beautiful thing, touch; the warmth of her merging with yours, the particular bumps and wrinkles and stretch marks unique to her can all be felt under your fingertips. You have discovered every crevice, every nook and cranny of her with only your hands. On nights like this one, when the pressure catches up to her, she’s pliable under your touch and all the more enchanting. You bury your nose where her neck meets her shoulder, inhale the scent of the perfumed soap she used in the bath an hour earlier and lace your fingers with hers when your hands end their trek on the sensitive surface of her wrists.

You feel her lean into you a little more when you speak, “One day soon, you’ll be able to take a break without the sky collapsing.”

It’s unfair, though you understand how much the Underworld needs Natasha. She stepped forward when no one else did and naturally took over the responsibility for its citizens’ wellbeing, she is without a doubt an integral part of the small society you built around the mines. She bears this burden with a humble heart and a tired smile. The pride you feel for her goes beyond the Underworld’s dark ceilings, maybe even beyond the white clouds she sometimes tells you about when you question her about the surface. She is a diamond amongst pebbles, wasting her time on even the most worthless of you because she believes that everyone deserves a fighting chance. Her selflessness knows no bounds, and you feel sad. The bags under her eyes get darker every morning. Sleep claims her the minute her pretty hair touches the pillows. You wish she would allow herself some reprieve but Natasha has no self-serving bone in her body. She can’t be selfish, so you have to, lest she gets buried under unreasonable demands and complaints. With the appointment of a new Supreme Guardian, however, and the channels between the two worlds open once again, things are looking brighter. The fragmentum has stopped spreading and for once, you see a glint of hope in the gazes of the Underworlders. The Supreme Guardian’s plans for a painless future lift some of that persistent weight off Natasha’s shoulders. You’re grateful for it.

“I think part of me won’t know what to do when the time does come,” Natasha admits. She brings your arms tighter around her frame and sighs. “I can’t imagine not being needed…”

“People will always need you. You just won’t have the pressure to uphold half a city from the brink of disaster. You deserve that.”

She doesn’t reply to that. You free one hand and lift your head, then delicately grab a hold of her jaw to tilt her face towards yours. Her eyes blink open and you see the fatigue incrusted into their rubied depths.

“You deserve that,” you repeat firmly, watching as her gaze grows softer. “You of all people deserve to be free of anxiety and responsibility. I’ll make you see it one day, too.” Your thumb trails up her chin to her bottom lip. “Until then, I’ll take care of you when you won’t.”

Her lip twitches and her eyelashes flutter, taken with sudden emotion, before she simply leans closer and captures your mouth with hers, an unsaid “thank you” dying in her throat. The hand still intertwined with yours squeezes gently as she kisses you. It keeps you grounded to her presence in your arms and her touch on your body. You taste her chapstick on your tongue when she opens her mouth further to deepen the kiss. It’s the same she wears every day but it’s no less intoxicating.

“Nat…” you murmur against her lips, “I want to help you relax, if only for tonight.”

You hear her intake of breath as you plant open kisses up and down her jaw, following invisible patterns of affection on her skin like carefully woven threads. Natasha nods softly when your lips reach hers once more and the happy smile that grows on your face fills her with warmth even the bulkiest coats couldn’t provide.

She lets you adjust yourself behind her. You guide her to lean back so your chest is flushed against her and her breath tickles your neck.

Your hands brush the sides of her chest over her shirt and curl to hold her breasts properly. Natasha sucks in a breath when you squeeze them a little; you know she’s always been sensitive there, how pleasant it is for her. You palm her flesh, enjoying the softness of it beneath your hands and its quickly hardening tips. Your thumb swipes over one nipple and feels it grow from the sensation. You give the other the same attention and it’s not long before your pointer fingers join the fun to gently pinch the doctor’s nipples. Natasha shifts slightly, bringing one leg up to squeeze her thighs together, and you almost huff out a laugh at the action. You can feel the embarrassment radiating off of her at how easily aroused she’s getting, so you decide not to tease her too much. Verbally, at least, because your hands aren’t leaving her breasts until her underwear is well and truly ruined.

A muffled noise of pleasure escapes Natasha when you twist her nipples just right between two fingers. Her lips are parted and her breathing has gotten heavier. She grabs your thigh with a hand to compose herself somewhat. Though her face is obscured from your sight, you know her eyes are squeezed shut as she allows herself to enjoy your attention.

“Ah…” She breathes out as you finally slip your hands under her shirt and caress the plane of her stomach. Goosebumps follow wherever your touch strays.

Her nipples are like pretty pebbles on her chest, a rosy color you can’t yet see. They’re hard and sensitive judging by the way Natasha squeezes her legs together every so often, and you can’t help the fondness you feel at her compliance. She’s aroused and ready for you to go further, but she takes what you give without complaint or plea. It makes you want to give her everything she needs, patience be damned. You bite your lip at the thought. Tonight is all about Natasha’s pleasure, after all.

Keeping one hand around her breast, you trail the other down her torso until it reaches the edge of her pajama pants. Her thighs spread almost immediately to accommodate you and you coo softly at the sight, breathing out a chuckle when you feel Natasha press further into your neck out of embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,” you say, slipping into her pants to brush her underwear, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“…I know,” she replies, voice soft.

The trust she willingly puts in you is heartwarming, it expands your chest cavity to make place for your inflating heart. You explore her covered sex with two fingers and feel the arousal seeping from the thin cloth. She always gets so wet from nipple stimulation… Cute. Natasha moans when you spread her lips and apply pressure to her clit. You long to feel it twitch under your tongue, but you’ve teased her enough for now. Your hand slithers past her panties to finally give her what she wants. Natasha’s moans are breathy “oh”’s and “ah”’s that she no longer tries to conceal. Your fingers smear her arousal all over her cunt before paying special attention to her puffy clit. Sensitive as it feels, you enjoy the way her thighs twitch as you massage its base while pinching her nipple. The added stimulation coats your hand in warm, sticky fluids.

“Ah! Please…” Natasha mutters with a swallow, grip tightening on your thigh.

You shush her nicely, swiping the pad of your index finger over her clit in firm circles. “I know, Nat. Just relax.”

You imagine her brows twisting in pleasure and her pretty lips trembling. Her chest heaves with uncontrolled breaths and you have half a mind to yank her shirt over her head so you can see her perky nipples rise and fall with the flow.

You give her clit some reprieve and ignore the immediate little whine of indignation that follows. She’s so wet as you trail down her cunt to her entrance that you decide to push two fingers inside her instead of one. You feel her cunt clench around your digits and bite back a groan as you rub her walls. Natasha moans your name, voice breaking in the middle, and her toes curl when you pick up the pace inside her. She’s a vocal mess despite not uttering any actual words. Her panting against your neck is so arousing you only plunge your fingers harder into her.

You twist and pull her nipple with your other hand. Natasha somehow restrains herself from squirming under your touch to make your job easier and you make a mental note of rewarding her for her consideration.

“Just like that,” you encourage her, her cunt squeezing you like a vice. “I’ve got you.”

Your only response is a small whine and the bucking of her hips against your hand. They move in tandem with the rhythm of your fingers, greedily chasing release.

“You’re doing so good, Natty, letting me help you like this…”

Your words make her cunt clench. The noises filling your bedroom are positively filthy as the heel of your palm grazes Natasha’s sensitive clit. She’s close, you can feel it, so you keep up the pace until she comes with a cry into your neck, teeth brushing your skin and hips stuttering. You slow down inside her only slightly to help prolong her orgasm and one of her hands grabs yours on her breast when she arches towards the ceiling. It takes a moment before Natasha settles back against you, breathy and slack. You gently slip out of her.

You let her catch her breath, instead bringing your hand to light to see how her arousal clings to your digits. Spreading them makes a string that connects the two and you hum before turning back to Natasha. You push her forward a little, enough to be able to capture her mouth in a sloppy kiss. Your tongue pushes past her lips to intertwine with hers.

Natasha pulls away to rest her forehead on yours.

“Thank you…” she says softly.

“You’re welcome. But I’m not done with you yet.”

She leans back to look you in the eyes and her incredulous expression makes you laugh.

“You’ve done more than enough. Let me at least—”

“Nuh uh,” you interrupt her, moving from behind her to saddle her waist. She makes a noise of surprise when you push her fully into the bed.

You steal a kiss from her as your hands travel up her torso to raise her shirt over head and toss it to the floor. Leaning back, you can finally appreciate the sight of her bare chest rising to meet you. You take a pink nipple into your mouth, humming in satisfaction when Natasha lets out a little moan. Her hands grip your hair to keep you close. Your tongue swirls around the hardened bud, coating it so it shines in the light when you pull away. You waste no time in sucking the other one, hard and fast, enjoying the feel of it in your mouth and Natasha’s growing pleasure.

Your own lips shine with saliva when you tear your mouth from her chest and look up at her in reverence.

“You’re so pretty, Nat,” her lidded gaze meets yours as you speak, blood rushing to her cheeks. “I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Oh…” is all she can say, bringing one hand to partly cover her flushing face.

“But,” you move to take off her pajama pants completely before settling between her thighs and wrapping your arms around them, “I said I’d help you relax, not incapacitate you… I’ll choose my words more carefully next time.”

Her heel digs into your back when you bury your nose in her slick cunt. She’s intoxicating and still so sensitive from her previous orgasm that you only need to blow on her clit for it to twitch. Your tongue darts out to taste her fully, the flat of it licking up her slit to take her pulsing clit into your mouth. Natasha’s hips push against you even as her thighs shake from the stimulation and the hand in your hair pulls you closer to her slippery sex. All you can hear, feel, taste is her. The noises she makes are a melody to your ears and the warmth that overcomes you can’t be put into words. You trail wet kisses all over her cunt, groaning at the way it pulses under you.

You focus on her clit, sucking and licking and teasing until her thighs close in on you, pressing against your ears.

“F-Fuck…”

Natasha rarely swears. Knowing how much of a mess you’re making of her for her to utter such a word is such a turn on. You squeeze your legs together in a failed attempt at relieving the pressure between them. You want tonight to be all about her, so you ignore your needs and slurp her folds like a starved kitten. The tip of your nose bumps her clit as you do and Natasha’s soft mewls spur you on.

It doesn’t take long before she’s coming into your mouth with a long moan, hips bucking closer to your tongue. You lap up the arousal leaking from her puffy cunt and let her grind into your face until her orgasm passes. Natasha falls back into the bed after a moment, audibly panting, eyes still squeezed shut. You look up to see her features slowly morph into a tired, fucked out expression. Pulling away from her sex, you lick your lips and wipe your face with your clean hand.

You climb up the bed to press a tender kiss to her jaw. Her eyes blink open, her gaze warm and in love as she looks at you.

You cup her cheek with a hand and mutter, “I hate to ask more of you, but promise me you’ll make an effort to take better care of yourself. For me?”

Natasha sighs, lips stretching into a small smile. “If I can’t, you’ll be there to do it for me?”

“Of course. Anything for you.”