#coalescer separator

[minimac-mspl]

Benefits of having an onsite Oil Condition Monitoring Equipment

Contamination is the major cause of failure for any lubricated mechanical element. Wear can easily be identified by monitoring the shape and composition of contaminants. To identify and monitor the source of contaminants, Particle Analyzer plays a very crucial role. It analyzes the solid contamination in a lubricant by counting the number of particles and categorising the degree of contamination according to the particle size.

The particle analyzer is considered to be one of the most important tests in oil analysis, as it determines a wide variety of problems easily. It monitors the amount and size of the particles in an oil sample. There are many uses of particle analyzer including testing filter leaks, checking real-time cleanliness and filter efficiency, creating testing routines, etc.

Benefits of Particle Analysis

There are enormous benefits; some of them are as follows:

It allows “real-time” analysis of oil

It confirms the corrective maintenance, needs for ferrography, and system flushing

It identifies poor repairs of machinery, any abnormal gear wear, abrasive wear, atmospheric pollutants, and defects in a filter

It verifies the operation of the pump, bearings, and suitability of the filter

It detects high corrosive wear, the condition of the by-pass filter, the time of use, and when to change the filter.

Six Common errors/mistakes during Particle Analysis:

It is important that the sample collected should correspond to the actual condition of the oil, but various conditions make it challenging to get it right during the collection process.

Poor sample division could be one of the reasons for errors in particle analysis, particularly for contaminants with broad size distributions. Also, the incorrect sample amount can be a concern and impact the measuring result negatively.

The separation of particles for measurement is called Dispersion. There are possibilities that particles may cling to one another and destroy the structures for measurement. As we know, every measuring instrument has certain uncertainties and tolerances which must be taken care of while interpreting the results. Underestimating and overestimating can be an issue.

The measurement method plays a decisive role. Identifying oversize particles can be a common issue in particle analysis.

In particle analysis, a fundamental and necessary requirement is to follow a standardized procedure to get meaningful and consistent results. Working without these procedures may lead to pointless results.

Generally, Particle analysis results are given as percentages which can vary in meaning. It may cause significant differences in interpretation as mass/mass, volume/volume, number, etc.

The Solution

The advent of IoT in the energy sector has resulted in smart solutions. Smart devices monitor and interpret information from their surroundings in real-time. This enables meaningful data gathering and system optimisation. Data analytics use historical data to provide actionable insights to utilize the data collected. Insights help in predicting future events that may take place. Apart from ensuring data privacy, IoT enables reaching technology maturity and reliability.

Online Particle Analysis technology enables sampling on low/high pressure hydraulic and lubrication systems. The product suppresses the air bubbles so that they are no longer counted as particles. This can be installed in most low to very high-pressure hydraulic and lubrication systems. It is easy to install because of its versatility. This technology has the potential to increase the flexibility and responsiveness of the smart assets connected to the grid and the visibility of these assets for the system operator. For more details, contact- info@minimac.in

[neathbound-fiends]

I do think it's funny that the Surgeon is the only person whose tag is not his name. like, calling this man Joseph feels so incongruous. who is that

[sungov]

Diesel Coalescer Packages: Ensuring Clean Fuel for Critical Engines

What are diesel coalescer packages and how do they work to ensure clean fuels?

In the quest for clean and reliable fuel in critical engines, the diesel coalescer packages have a very important role to play. So, what exactly are these packages? To begin with, a diesel coalescer package is a sophisticated filtration system that is designed to remove water from diesel fuel before it reaches the engine. This system typically includes a coalescer filter. Imagine the coalescer filter as a high-tech sponge that gathers water droplets that might otherwise wreak havoc on your engine. It is a vigilant guardian that ensures only the cleanest fuel makes its way to your engine.

But how does it work? The magic happens through a process called coalescing, where the coalescer filter combines tiny water droplets into larger ones, which are then easily separated from the fuel. This clean fuel gas coalescer system not only extends the life of your engine by preventing corrosion and wear but also boosts overall performance by ensuring a steady supply of pure fuel. With a diesel coalescer package in place, you can rest easy knowing your engine is protected from the potentially damaging effects of contaminated fuel.

What are the different types of Coalescer Systems?

Every coalescer system is tailored for specific applications to effectively manage fuel purity. There are different types of coalescer systems and here is a list of a few of them that are commonly used:

Single-Stage Coalescer Systems:

These systems feature a single coalescer filter that removes water from the diesel fuel in one step. Ideal for standard diesel engines and machinery where fuel quality is important but not critical. These coalescer systems are often used in less demanding environments or where maintenance is relatively straightforward.

Dual-Stage Coalescer Systems:

This type of coalescer system uses two separate filters—one for coalescing water, and the other for finer filtration. The first stage removes water, while the second stage works on the fuel to remove any remaining liquid or gas contaminants. This system is commonly used in high-performance engines and sensitive equipment where the need for utmost fuel purity is critical. This setup is generally used in industries such as marine, aviation, and critical infrastructure where fuel quality directly impacts operational efficiency and safety.

Pre-Filter Coalescer Systems:

These systems incorporate a coalescer filter as a pre-filter before the fuel reaches the primary filter. The pre-filter coalescer removes liquid, allowing the primary filter to handle further filtration. The pre-filter coalescers are useful in applications where the fuel is subject to high levels of contamination, such as in construction or heavy-duty trucking. They help extend the life of the primary filter and help improve the overall fuel quality.

In-Line Coalescer Systems:

Installed directly in the fuel line, these systems continuously filter the fuel as it flows through the system. This system is often used in automotive and industrial settings where space is limited but the need for effective fuel filtration is necessary. In-line systems are designed to provide real-time filtration without requiring extensive installation space.

Self-Cleaning Coalescer Systems:

These are advanced coalescer systems that include mechanisms for automatic cleaning of the coalescer filter. This reduces the need for manual maintenance. With features such as sensors and automated systems, these kinds of filters ensure consistent performance. Suitable for high-maintenance environments and applications where the room for downtime is almost negligible. 

What are the factors to consider when choosing the right Coalescer package for your engine?

It is very important to choose a coalescer with the appropriate flow rate and capacity for your engine size and fuel consumption. We have listed a few points that can help you make the right decision:

Identify the common contaminants and select a coalescer that is designed specifically for that issue

Consider the source of your fuel as it plays a vital part in determining the contamination levels

Ensure that the coalescer can handle the pressure levels in your fuel system

Look for coalescers that are easy to maintain and service, with clear guidelines for filter replacement and cleaning

Consider the lifespan of the coalescer elements and how frequently there is a need to replace them

Assess how the coalescer will integrate with your existing fuel system and if it requires any modification

Compare the upfront cost of different coalescer packages and consider your budget

Factor in the cost of maintenance, filter replacements, and potential downtime

Choose coalescer packages from reputable manufacturers with a history of reliability and performance

Consider the availability of customer support, technical assistance, and warranty options

Diesel coalescer packages have a major part to play in enhancing fuel efficiency and in reducing the environmental footprint of diesel engines. The coalescers prevent contaminants from premature wear and damage because it critically removes water and particulates from diesel fuel. By doing so, you can ensure smoother engine operation, improved combustion efficiency, and optimized fuel usage. 

When you are dealing with cleaner fuel, you are not only ensuring that the engine runs more efficiently but you also play a part in contributing to better fuel economy. In addition, coalescers reduce the amount of unburned fuel and emissions that are released into the atmosphere. They help in meeting stringent environmental regulations and decrease the overall environmental impact of diesel-powered equipment. 

In a nutshell, investing in high-quality diesel coalescer packages is a proactive step towards achieving both operational efficiency and sustainability.

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[foldingfittedsheets]

Yesterday I was talking vocabulary with my manager. We’re both word geeks so it was a fun conversation. He said, “Okay so only three words in the English language start with DW, can you name them all?”

“My brain is not very sharp today. Let’s see.” I let the loading screen play for a while in my brain before a word percolated. I was just seeing what would float to the top. I got wisps of hobbit holes and cozy blankets before I said, “Dwelling.”

“Yeah- dwell, dwelling.”

“Those are separate words.”

“No- just. For the purposes of this they’re not.”

I looked at him skeptically and kept the search function going in my head meat. Planets and galaxies formed slowly and vaguely. A forge popped up briefly. I waited patiently for that to coalesce into, “Dwarf.”

“One more.”

At this point my brain just started melting and I laughed uproariously.

“What?”

“My brain is soup today. I just thought ‘dwiminish’ which is fucking nonsense.”

His eyes widened as he laughed too, “Thats actually so close to the last one!”

“Are you for real?” I started scanning for words that could possibly be close to ‘dwiminish’ when I finally got, “Dwindle.” I laughed even harder. “Guess my soup brain kinda knew what was up.”

Current list of words he missed:

Dweeb

[papiliotao]

꒰ 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒚 ✩࿐

pairings: alhaitham, diluc, kaeya, and zhongli x gn!reader (separate)

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, arguments (unspecified reason), reader and character live together

summary: after a heated conflict with your boyfriend, you decide to sleep on the couch instead of together on your shared bed. how does he react?

a/n: shockingly, i'm not writing for any anemo boys this time. that's mainly because this is a gift for @spiritingawaytoanime for @favonius-library's gift exchange event! i hope you enjoy!

The sound of the front door closing is the only sound that can be heard as ALHAITHAM steps into your living room. An ocean of pitch-blackness threatens to drown him. The space lacks illumination. Darkness floods into every crack and crevice of your home, invading an otherwise peaceful space.

He breathes out a sigh as he walks down the hallway of your shared apartment. Alhaitham doesn’t bother flicking on the lights. He knows you’re probably asleep already, and he’d rather not disturb you, especially since you were in a foul mood earlier. So unpleasant, in fact, that you got into a petty argument with him. However, Alhaitham isn’t really that worried. He knows that in the end, you’ll be able to sort out your differences.

But when he enters the bedroom, he immediately feels that something is off. The air feels colder than usual, biting his skin with the ferocity of a thousand cuts. It’s unsettling and especially disturbing to Alhaitham because such feelings don’t often overtake his frozen heart. It almost feels as though the atmosphere has the ability to thaw his emotions, awakening a sentimental side of himself that doesn’t often show beyond his rational demeanour.

When he approaches the side of your bed, he instantaneously realizes what’s wrong. You’re not here. You’re not here. An unfamiliar feeling drives pinpricks into his heart. The sensation is strange, irritating, and it won’t go away. He hasn’t ever felt this way before. Perhaps this is another emotion to add to the list of new feelings being with you has caused him to experience.

Alhaitham sighs. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting this outcome. He had been far too cold earlier while you had been far too emotional. Ice and fire would never coalesce into a single being.

The feelings that accompany the situation are all a complete mystery to him. Nonetheless, he buries his emotions so that he can focus on finding you, maintaining his logical front in the face of such a precarious situation.

As your lover, he knows you well, so he’s almost entirely sure he knows where you’ve gone. Alhaitham shakes his head. He should have checked right when he entered the house. After all, the couches were right by the door.

Once again, Alhaitham walks blindly through the darkness, taking it step-by-step without so much as a stumble in his gait as he makes his way down a hallway that has long engraved itself in his memories. It’s odd. Alhaitham doesn’t usually go out of his way to become involved in the affairs of others, much less memorize details about their lives. But with you, everything is different. He remembers every single intricate thread of information in the web that forms your identity.

And perhaps that’s why he feels a sense of calm wash over him like cerulean waves on a pristine summer day as he approaches your sleeping form. As he takes in the sight of your silhouette against the backdrop of night, he notices that you appear to be shivering slightly. You don’t have a blanket on.

“Typical [name],” he whispers under his breath. 

Although his words sound rather harsh and slanderous, he utters them with hints of a small smile gracing his face.

Quietly, Alhaitham walks over to a closet in which you keep a multitude of blankets. He takes his time selecting one — after all, he’s in no rush. Eventually, he settles on a velvety blanket that feels soft to the touch. Although Alhaitham can’t exactly picture it in the dark, he knows that it will be sufficient.

So with an insurmountable level of care, he drapes it onto your body. Even though he can be insensitive at times, Alhaitham knows that you most likely want some space for now, so with a gentle ghost of a kiss to your cheek, he leaves the room.

The silence that fills the house rings in DILUC’s ears, shrieking in a manner reminiscent of thousands of crystal glasses shattering into pieces. It’s deafening. The space feels as though it is full of nothing but misery and doubt and yet it’s so, so empty at the same time.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The sound of a clock’s arms snapping into place in one second intervals is the only sign of life within the building. Every space on the canvas of night is blank as if awaiting wonderous stars to fill the nothingness with inquisitive light. However, the illumination doesn’t come. Tales of galaxies serendipitously brightening worlds are simply idealistic fantasies from the minds of children. In the real world, things seldom end so well without any intervention.

So he decides to slowly get out of bed, leaving the warmth under the covers — a heat that feels far too stifling without you — in order to search for you. But as the abyssal air of night brushes against Diluc’s skin, he feels a shiver run down his spine. Nothing feels right without you by his side. He needs you. Now.

Diluc knows you’re sleeping on the couch. He saw you there when he was going to bed, but at the time, pride and petty emotions whispered words of spite in the depths of his soul, phrases that prompted him to ignore you.

As he navigates the dimly-lit hallways of your shared home, a wave of regret washes over him. If only things hadn’t gotten so heated when you were still immersed in the waking world together. Now you’re asleep, and he’s lost any chance he has of making things right today. If he wants to apologize, then patience will be crucial.

However, at the same time, Diluc wants to check up on you. So when he finally makes his way through the doorway of the living room, his eyes immediately land on your figure, burning with the light of a thousand fires, almost as though they are casting a glow upon your silhouette. The moonlight illuminates you, caressing every strand of your hair and highlighting every dip and curve of your features to make you look absolutely ethereal.

As Diluc approaches you, he notices that you’re barely covered by a thin blanket, and despite the feeble layer of protection, the frigid atmosphere of night seems to permeate your soul. He shakes his head slightly, sighing as he stares at you. No matter how angry he was at you during the day, Diluc can’t just leave you here to freeze.

So with bated breath, he picks you up while you’re still immersed in a universe of dreamy fantasies and carries you to your room. He thanks all his years of training with a claymore for giving him the ability to lift you. Although you’re not on the best of terms, Diluc is sure that you’ll make up once morning comes, and thus, a vibrant new dawn will overlook the horizon for both of you.

Shivers wrack KAEYA’s body as he tosses and turns restlessly in a bed that feels far too large and far too empty for his liking. It’s peculiar. The cold rarely bothers him, yet now, without you by his side, the frigidness of the night air is far too potent for his liking. Tendrils of night creep under the covers overtop him, wrapping around him with an icy fervor, and no matter how hard he tries to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he can’t.

It’s as though the brighter part of himself has faded away with the radiance of the sun, giving way to an indescribable melancholy that settles into every inch of his being, taking all that he has and becoming all that he is. The cold is so much more unbearable without your warmth, and it doesn’t take long before he realizes that he won’t be able to close his eyes peacefully and drift into a tranquil world full of glacial wonderlands. Instead, he’ll lie awake, alone in your freezing bed — a place that feels far too desolate without your presence.

Hours stretch on and on, twisting and turning in a way that morphs them into a neverending story. As time goes on, the unsettling embers that had once singed the pit of Kaeya’s stomach grow until they blaze brightly, morphing into a raging fire. It’s unbearable, and he knows that he has to do something or else his mind will continue nagging at him for the remainder of the evening.

With cautious movements, he sits up and climbs out of bed. It’s awfully quiet in the house. Usually, flirtatious remarks and passionate displays of affection fill the void within your home, transforming it into a utopia overflowing with wonders. However, at the moment, none of that exists. Perpetual darkness and transient flashes of anxiety are the only things present at the moment. However, he manages to carefully make his way down the hallway without much issue. The creaking of the floorboards is the only noise that cuts through the silence hanging in the air.

As Kaeya enters the living room, his eyes land on a figure lying on the couch. It’s you. He breathes out a sigh, approaching you. Kaeya can see the rising and falling of your chest, hear your gentle breaths, and feel you exhaling once he leans in to examine your face. You look as though you’re at peace — a stark contrast to your earlier demeanour, an act fueled by feelings of rage and spite.

A small smile tugs on the corners of his lips. You look ethereal, although slightly pitiful, your face tinted with the light of the moon. His heart breaks. You appear lonely without his arms wrapped around you. Kaeya feels the urge to pull you into his embrace, hold you tight, protect you from the unknown monsters of the night.

But instead of doing anything, he simply stands there. After your explosive argument, he’s still hesitant to touch you. However, upon closer examinations, Kaeya sees you shaking like a leaf in an intense gale. You’re freezing. And that’s the final straw.

Your boyfriend finally breaks under the weight of your needs and his desires. With steady movements and a fragile touch, he lifts your body just the slightest bit — barely enough for him to climb onto the couch under you. Gradually, he sets you down, laying your head down on his chest. His fingers graze over your features as he eyes you with a gaze full of admiration.

“Sweet dreams, babe. We’ll figure everything out once the sun rises.”

ZHONGLI sighs as he settles atop the plush covers of your shared bed alone. It feels cold — far too frigid for his liking as darkness encroaches, and although he glances out the window in hopes of seeing a single shard of fragmented starlight, he is greeted with nothing more than the sight of an endless abyss devoid of radiance. 

A chill permeates every bone in his body, gnawing at him in a way that serves as a perpetual reminder that you’re not beside him right now. It’s strange. For once, Zhongli feels restless. He’s usually so calm, so composed. But at the moment, he can’t help but worry. 

You’re not here with him. Instead, you’re out in the living room, curled up alone on the couch. Zhongli can picture you in flawless detail — every dip and curve of your troubled face, the shadows that shroud you in a cloak fashioned from midnight, and the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe in and out. He feels a longing that he hasn’t felt in centuries. He wants to be beside you to trace your features, to prevent the glacial fingers of night from creeping down your back, and to feel your breath fanning his face.

However, he knows that no matter how hard he wishes, his hopes and dreams will have to be put on hold for now. In hindsight, it was a bad idea to let you escape into the land of slumber without trying to work things out with you first because now, Zhongli feels as though he won’t get a wink of sleep. At least, not without you by his side.

Eventually, he caves to all the thoughts running through his head; guilt threatens to swallow him whole. So instead of continuing to chase sleep, Zhongli gets out of bed, and although the night air sends a shiver down his spine, the sensation is nothing compared to his need for you. Quietly, he makes his way into your living room, trying to keep his footfalls light out of fear of waking you up. His eyes have long since adjusted to the darkness, so he navigates the house without any real trouble.

When he arrives at his destination, his gaze immediately zones in on a silhouette lying on one of the couches in the room. Although obscured by darkness, he knows that it’s you. Cautiously, he bends down to observe you. Zhongli raises his hand in order to caress your cheeks, his touch feather-light as if he’s afraid that you’ll shatter.

He wants nothing more than to wake you right now and talk things out, but he doesn’t want to disturb your slumber. You seem so peaceful despite everything that happened earlier, and besides, Zhongli is sure that with time, the two of you will make up. Your love for each other is much stronger than any form of false resentment fostered by petty arguments. After all, the illusions created by a deceptive heart are far too easy to dispel with feelings of everlasting passion and affection.

So instead of rousing you from the oneiric realm of dreams, Zhongli sits down on a couch beside the one you’re lying on. Although his mind has not completely settled yet, it feels less perturbed with you by his side. As a master of patience, he decides that he’ll wait for you to wake up. He’ll wait for the first rays of light to grace the face of the earth in order to greet you with a smile and an apology once you open your eyes.

Thank you for reading!

[kinascum]

LATER, BOY - M. STURNIOLO

SUMMARY: Nerd!Matt admires Popular!Reader from afar until he gathers the courage to approach her, sparking a journey of self-discovery and budding romance.

CONTENTS: NERD!Matt, POPULAR!reader, second hand embarrassment from Matt, Matt's a simp im sorry

WORDCOUNT: 745

next part (coming soon)

Matt's eyes remained glued to the screen of his phone, scrolling through the endless feed of social media updates. His thumb hovered over the heart button, contemplating whether to like or pass the latest post from Y/N, the vibrant girl who always had a smile for everyone. Her laughter echoed through the school halls, and her voice was a melody that filled every corner with warmth. He had heard it a hundred times, but had never dared to join the conversations she so effortlessly navigated.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to look up. Y/N was there, in the flesh, standing just a few feet away from him, surrounded by her usual gaggle of friends. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, and she offered a smile that seemed to be just for him. His heart stumbled in his chest, and he quickly returned to the safety of his screen, cheeks flaming. It was a daily dance, one he was too scared to break out of. But today was different. He felt a strange resolve coalescing within him, urging him to step out of his comfort zone.

With trembling hands, he shoved his phone into his pocket and approached her group. The air grew thick with anticipation as he got closer, each step feeling like a mile. "Hey, Y/N," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a whisper. She looked over, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "Hi, Matt!" she exclaimed, her voice as cheerful as ever. The others in her group turned to look at him, and he felt the weight of their collective gaze. His heart was racing now, a wild stallion in his chest.

"I just wanted to tell you," he began, the words tumbling out faster than he could control, "that I think you're really amazing. Like, the most amazing person I've ever met." He felt the heat of his own embarrassment, but pushed through it, his eyes never leaving hers. The group had gone quiet, watching the unfolding scene with curious expressions. Y/N's smile grew softer, and she took a step closer to him. "That's really sweet, Matt," she said, her voice gentle. "Thank you."

For a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Then she reached out and placed a hand on his arm. "But, I uh... I have to go. I'm late for practice." And with that, she turned away, leaving him standing there, stunned. His heart sank, the brief spark of hope extinguished by the cold reality of his situation. He watched her retreating back, the words he had rehearsed a hundred times in his head now seeming so trivial. He had taken the plunge, and all he had to show for it was a simple thank you.

The conversation around him resumed, but he barely heard it. His mind was racing with thoughts of what he could have said, what he should have done differently. But as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, he realized that he had done it. He had talked to her. And she had talked back. It was a small victory, but it was something. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for him after all. As he gathered his books and started walking to his next class, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, a glimmer that grew stronger with each step he took away from the shadow of his shyness.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. His mind kept replaying their brief interaction, analyzing every word, every gesture. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed, that the invisible barrier that had separated them for so long had been breached. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, he found himself walking home with a slightly lighter step, his thoughts swirling with the possibility of what could come next.

The next day, as he made his way to his locker, he saw her again. She was talking to a group of friends, her laughter pealing through the hallway. His heart quickened, and he felt the same fear and excitement that had gripped him the day before. But this time, he didn't hesitate. He walked straight up to her, his books clutched tightly to his chest. "Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice a little steadier this time. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and she gave him a smile that seemed to hold a hint of curiosity.

"Hi, Matt," she replied, her voice as bright as the sun. "How was your day?" He swallowed, trying to form a coherent response. "It was okay," he said, his voice sounding strange to his own ears. "I heard about the game tomorrow," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Are you going?" He nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah, I might go." It was a lie. He had no intention of going to the game, but the thought of seeing her there made his palms sweat. "Maybe I'll see you there," she said, and with a wave, she was off again, leaving him to stare after her, feeling like he had just been handed the world on a silver platter.

The days that followed were a series of small moments like this. They passed each other in the halls, exchanged brief hellos, and occasionally shared a smile. Each interaction was a tiny victory for Matt, each smile a beacon of hope that grew brighter with every passing second. He began to feel less like the invisible nerd and more like a boy with a chance. He started to pay more attention to his appearance, wearing clothes that made him feel confident, practicing his smile in the mirror until it didn't feel forced. The slow burn of their friendship was growing into something more, something he hadn't dared to dream of.

tags! @sturnstvs @gxldenlush @immattsslut @slut4chriss hope you liked!

[goddamn-weevils]

Started a conspiracy wall to work out what the fuck I'm doing

It's going.......... as expected

My brain is rotting from the inside out with oc bullshit but I can't even write about it because I don't even have a cohesive PLOT

[fayes-fics]

Breathe (In The Air)

Pariring: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, 1970s AU

Summary: A night camping out under the stars

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, recreational drug use (cannabis), body hair used in foreplay, vaginal fingering, blow job, woman on top, unprotected vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.6k

Authors Note: Request fill for Anon (HERE) asking for a sequel to 1970s hippie Benedict, travelling around in his VW bus selling his artwork at music festivals. Sorry for the gif; there was nothing else that remotely fit. The original story is HERE. The title is a Pink Floyd song. Thanks as always to @colettebronte for the beta. I hope you enjoy Nonny. I do enjoy this AU ngl. <3

“What do you want from life?” 

You loll your head to the side to observe his handsome profile as he stares towards the dome of vibrant stars above.

“I have no idea,” you confess, turning to look skywards again, moonlight glowing through the swirl of smoke you exhale, your fingers toying with the tassels of the soft cotton blanket you both lay upon.

“I want adventure…” he declares, rubbing a hand over his bare midriff absentmindedly.

“Hmmm, that sounds wonderful,” you admit, handing him back the joint, that languid feeling enrobing your mind as the THC kicks in.

It's a temperate summer night, and you are lying together naked, tinny strains of music from a portable radio as you camp in a wildflower meadow en route to the next festival. After a series of magical nights with Ben in his VW bus at the last one, you couldn't resist when he offered for you to continue the journey onwards together. 

He takes a deep drag, the tip glowing like the campfire you are lying in front of, before placing it aside into a metal ashtray and rolling over so he hovers above you, warm skin upon yours.

“I am glad you are on this adventure with me,” he remarks with a lopsided grin, the captivating beauty of his face dancing in the firelight.

“Same.” you concur, reaching to touch the daisy chain buried in his halo of riotous curls, somehow the blooms looking more vibrant in the serene state you are slipping into.

His hand slides languorously down your body from your throat to your lower belly, mapping your fire-warmed skin before lacing his fingers into the downy hair at the apex of your thighs, stirring that nascent buzz between your legs.

“I think this beautiful garden needs some flowers,” he opines silkily, his fingers circling in the strands there, petting gently as his brow twitches into a tempting arch.

He leans over you and plucks a few forget-me-nots from the tall grass, carefully separating each bloom on your stomach. Then, delicately, he weaves each tiny flower into your small thatch of hair, a mild tickle as the stems brush over your skin, making you giggle quietly. He smiles softly, your eyes meeting, then both tracking down the plane of your body as he continues to work quietly, humming gently along to the music.

“There… perfect,” he pronounces proudly; a few moments later, 

It does indeed look pretty: bright blue tiny flowers that contrast strikingly with your hair and skin. 

“Even in this, you are an artist,” you quip blithely.

He smiles demurely through his lashes, shuffling lower and resting his head upon your diaphragm, his fingers tracing soothing patterns around your belly button, his breath puffing warm over your flesh. Allowing the jangle of electric guitar from the radio to fill your bones, your fingers run idly through his luscious locks as your mind floats like cotton in a breeze. The moment seems fleeting but everlasting all at once, profound but insignificant, being so small under the twinkling constellations above. It all coalesces into a sharp need to feel rooted in your body. So you draw your knees up and allow your legs to fall open—a blatant invitation. The apple of his cheek presses into your belly as he smirks knowingly without looking up at you, sensing your need without you needing to voice it, so in tune with your body and desires since the night you met.

“Every beautiful garden should have a sacred fountain…” he rumbles, fingertips spidering down again over the floral weave to tease your splayed inner thigh before sliding casually lower, parting your folds, exhaling roughly at the wet warmth he finds there.

You moan; the mellow cloud you float upon heightens the sensation rippling through your being as his fingers circle your clit, his warm lips suckling gently on your stomach as you writhe under his touch. His name is a sigh upon your lips, his movements unhurried but the perfect amount of pressure. He huffs sonorous praises into your belly as he forms a tighter circle over your swollen bud, moving faster now, your hands flying to the blanket, scrunching in your fists as your head rolls to one side, wanting to bite down upon something, the pleasure coursing through you amplified by your high. 

Whimpering as he slides his fingers lower, two breaching your body, desire thick and viscous dripping upon him as he pushes further in your pussy. The sensation of his knuckles dragging over your walls makes you gasp and call out, your body arching up off the blanket, a heavy throb in your abandoned clit. 

“Please, Ben…” you implore, greedy for more.

He shushes you and unfurls slightly, his fingers flexing inside you as he rearranges to press his whole body into your flank, his cock teasingly hard against your hip, using his free hand to haul one of your legs over his, pulled open to his attention now.

“Don't be impatient; we have all the time in the world,” he tuts sinfully, his lips hot on your throat, grazing the tip of his teeth lightly over your jugular. 

Your protesting mewl is cut short by his fingers twisting inside you, a dragging sensation that makes your eyes roll and your whole abdomen clench.

“I could do this for hours,” he confesses silkily, his breath hot on your temple. “I love the look on your face when I do this…”

He curls his fingers, a probing sensation that makes you groan and your face contort, your mouth now hanging open. He chuckles triumphantly before twisting his wrist again and beginning a rocking motion, wringing a sound from your body that, before you met him, you may have been ashamed of, but he lauds every time. Him murmuring how proud he is that he can do this to you.

But it is not quite enough to push you to the edge as fast as you are craving, more of a slow swirling ascent that has you lighthearted and with laboured breathing, your abdomen rippling as all your muscles tense and release in waves, as if willing your orgasm closer, an itch in your brain you need to scratch. It has you pleading with him to take pity, go a little faster, rougher, anything…

“Syncopate, sweet girl…” he purrs, “listen to the music, breathe in the air, float away with the universe…”

Each word is a lyrical wave tumbling from his lips in a rhythm that matches the movement of his fingers inside you. So you relax back, savouring the multisensory journey, allowing the flow to take you rather than chasing immediate pleasure. Something morphing in your body as you do so, a serenity that is bone-deep, riding the gentle waves of pleasure that lap at your edges while his fingers dance lightly upon your g-spot.

“That’s it….” he rumbles approvingly, intuiting your surrender.

He slips down to enclose your areola in his hot, wet mouth, once again causing a spike of pleasure that has you clenching upon his fingers and canting up. A firm hand on your solar plexus pushes you back down with a chuckle that vibrates your nipple, now firm under his tongue. And so he continues the slow, wondrous torture, swapping to your other breast.

You swear you can feel every blade of grass under your shoulders through the soft cotton weave, the energy of every star above you in the sky coursing through his touch deep inside, every note of the song playing reverberating under your skin. A high, so delicate but earthy, as if everything is turned up to eleven on a dial, tangy and bright, like popping candy throughout your entire being.

It's then he swipes his thumb over your engorged clit; you could swear a supernova fires in your synapses, the sensation all at once too much, and with a few flicks, you are clawing at the blanket and his skin, biting your lip, circling that phenomenal bliss.

This time, he doesn't relent, his lips sucking your neck as with a cry that you are sure startles every animal burrowed in the surrounding fields; you are breaking. Almost febrile, your entire being flushing hot, every muscle tensing, your pussy grasping his fingers to the point he growls, driving his stiff cock into your hip, precum smearing over your skin. Still, it’s something you barely sense, your entire focus pinpointed on the sensations coursing through your body.

At last, you fall back, exhausted and panting, feeling his fingers slip slowly from your body with a gush of moisture that leaks across your bottom. You turn your head to look at him, mind awash, unable to form words. His responding smile is smug, crooked and sheer debauchery, his fingers still wet with your arousal, tracing soothing patterns over your ribs as you come down.

“May I return the favour…?” you croak finally.

Before you know it, he is rolling onto his back next to you, an expectant, joyous look upon his face, eyes tracking pointedly to his navel as do yours. His cock standing proud and leaking slightly—a mouthwateringly inviting sight.

He howls, and his whole body flexes as instead of taking him in hand, you dive low and bring his cock into your mouth, so rigid and searing. That tart taste is strong on your tongue as you suckle upon his head, allowing your tongue to press against his frenulum in a cresting wave. He groans staccato, his pelvis tilts, unable to resist the urge to push a little deeper, one hand landing heavy in your hair, twining some strands between his fingers, an anchor he needs as you begin to bob up and down sucking hard, your cheeks hollowing.

The wash of your high enhancing every second, as if in tune with his body—the micro spasms rippling across the plane of his washboard stomach, the flutter of his long eyelashes, the blunt scrape of his rounded fingernails over your scalp, the pulse of his vein on your lips as you slowly allow him to pass through the tight ring of your mouth, teasing him as much as he did you.

You chuckle as he huffs as you pull away and instead lick the length of his shaft with a questing tongue, your hands encircling his base and squeezing softly, enjoying the handful he provides, watching a bead of precum form that you lavishly lick up. He groans again, his head thrashing upon the blanket, the delicate fronds of daisy petals scattering like confetti into his chestnut waves as he does so, his lip flushing magenta where his incisor worries it.

It makes you sit up and stare down upon him wantonly, so utterly beautiful in his untamed arousal. His eyes fly open, glassy and pleading in the campfire glow, pouting fractionally at the lack of your mouth upon his cock, your hand still pumping him gently. Instead, you swing a leg over his and, without a moment of hesitation, sink onto him, inhaling shudderingly at the invasion, your pussy still inflamed from your recent orgasm.

The look of absolute pleasure and reverence that claims his handsome features feels burned into your retinas as his hands fly to your hips, pushing you down flush to his body, his pubic hair tickling your distended slippery clit, his tip rocking into your hilt in a way that makes your eyes roll.

“Don't move, not yet, just feel…” he counsels, his eyes closing, licking his lips and encouraging you, with the flex of his fingers, to rotate your pelvis, to feel him drag against all your walls. 

And so you do, scratch your nails delicately down his abdominals as you stare out to the inky horizon where the navy sky meets the blackened outline of the hedgerows in the distance—again, letting the melodic song seep into your bones, feeling the heat from the dancing flames.

You lean back and arch your spine, placing your hands upon his kneecaps, his legs bending slightly to meet your grip. His hands roam upwards, over your belly and ribs, enclosing each of your breasts in his large grip, a beeline right to your core, already a live wire again, desire coursing in every fibre of your being. 

Then in a deliberate slow drag, you rise slowly before dropping swiftly, revelling in the way his cock pushes you open. A groan from deep inside your being a match to his—throaty, low, wrecked. You begin to set a languid pace, riding him, gripping his knees behind you and staring at the stars above, feeling as if they surround you, tiny lanterns floating just beyond your reach.

“Look at me,” his call is soft, unfocused, imploring, and you tilt down, your breasts squashed into his palms as your eyes meet, something profound in the glimmer you find in the dilated blackness.

Sex has never been this unrestrained before now. Being with him is liberating, wild and luxuriant every time, be it under the influence or not. But tonight, somehow greater than the previous, an inherently verdant setting, alone in the wilds on a balmy night, away from the crowds always in your periphery at the music festival. A large part of you wanting this to be your new forever—naked and feral, entwined together for a blur of future days and nights. A want to live a primitive life of base urges, to feast and to fuck, to be at one with the land, the seasons and the bounteous simplicity of nature.

Time feels elastic as your thighs start to burn from the exertion. Still, you do not stop, not for a moment, too caught up in the tide slowly rising once more and sensing the same in him. A growing desperation in the way his fingers dig into your flesh, in the wild beating of the prominent vein in his neck, in the rise of his hips to meet yours, spearing up as you bear down so it feels like there will always be the imprint of him inside you.

He calls your name, the callus where he holds his paintbrush catching perfectly over your clit as his fingers quest between your legs, hooking you with unerring precision. Catapulting you fast towards a dizzying high again, his movements growing urgent, his jaw tight, so close to breaking. It is barely a moment before you snap again, stilling upon him as you scream with abandon, fluttering around his rigid cock. He groans loudly and, with a few final jerky spasms, comes hard, his toes curling over, his ropey thighs turning rock solid under your bottom as he fills you, a symphony of praise falling from his lips, some not even in English.

And then you are slumping on top of him, his smooth chest tacky under your cheek as you gulp for air, the rustle of the breeze through the nearby trees and the hiss and pop of the logs upon the campfire the only sounds now, the radio falling silent, likely needing new batteries. He slips from your body as you curl your hands around his biceps and snuggle upon him. His long, lean arms wrap around your torso, enveloping you within the large blanket you were lying upon and dropping a kiss upon your dewy brow.

“We can bathe tomorrow in the river,” he hums gently into your hairline.

You nod drowsily, the pull of sleep too beguiling to resist. And that is how you drift off, resting atop him, his heartbeat strong and steady under your ear, the burbling sounds of nature encircling you.

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Let the Stars Fall

Written for the @steddiemicrofic September prompt “Shower” | wc: 399 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: early established relationship, post-S4, Orionid meteor shower, stargazing, pure cosmic fluff | title from “Meteor Shower” by Cavetown

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The “shower” in “meteor shower” is a little exaggerated, Steve thinks. It’s more of a sprinkle, a streak of light shooting across the sky every couple minutes, but it’s breathtaking regardless.

Hawkins doesn’t have much light pollution, so he and Eddie drive into the hills and camp out for a good view. The late October night is cool but they’re warm in their cocoon, having zipped their separate sleeping bags into one quilted pocket where they can curl up together against the chill.

When their eyes adjust and the Milky Way coalesces into view, Steve gasps. He’s never been one for stargazing or astrology or whatever Robin called it, but he has to admit that the night sky is a gorgeous sight, sparkling and swirling above them. It’s colorful, too, not black and white like he tends to imagine but deep blue and purple fading into orange near the horizon, freckled with red and yellow and green stars. There’s a beauty to it, big and small, dark and bright at the same time, that Steve can barely wrap his mind around.

More importantly, there’s a beauty to Eddie excitedly pointing out constellations, explaining the mythological stories behind them, talking through the most notable stars and planets for this time of year. It’s a lot to keep track of, but Steve tries to commit as much as he can to memory: Orion’s belt, the bright stars that compose his left shoulder and right foot, the Winter Triangle, the nebula that Eddie assures him is right there, where his sword would hang.

Once they glimpse the first meteor, they fall silent, eagerly awaiting the next one’s appearance. Some of them paint a radiant trail that lingers, while others blink in and out of sight so quickly that Steve wonders if he imagined them. When two appear in quick succession, Steve thinks about Eddie’s hand in his, the way they can’t seem to get close enough, the way they gravitate toward each other in an orbit neither of them wants to break.

When Steve flicks his gaze over to Eddie, he’s gazing right back, looking more awed by Steve than by the meteor shower. Eddie’s eyes twinkle, shining brighter than Betelgeuse and Rigel, and his lips are cold when Steve kisses him, and this thing between them is still new but it feels as infinite as the universe stretched out above them.

[interstyx]

People really don't know what they got with this episode I feel.

Just from a purely stylistic point of view -- the pool of 2010s energy this series draws from never ever ever crystallized in such a cohesive way and it might never again. Just Tessyn took a year to model and months and months to animate & VA, and it's all done with such sincere swagger. If you grew up before 2016 you SAW the pieces of this stuff pop up all over, individual writers, animators, musicians, voice actors with their separate projects that never coalesced but suggested that something like this could happen, and it did, with more competency and passion than we'd ever imagined a story of this type could get back then.

We'll have forever to vulture over the specifics of where arcs go and don't but it's worth it to take a moment, think, and realize that this stuff was monumentally ambitious and pulled off what it set out to magnificently (namely the protag trio) while balancing discordant tonal extremes.

Earlier episodes weren't as good as these things but by 7 and 8 you can see and appreciate the way the tone flows from end to end of the emotional spectrum, scene to scene of the episode, in such a way that it looks effortless, all the while keeping a solid thematic throughline. And criticize as we may the excesses of subtlety, if you sit down and consider the pacing constraints it'll click that the show's handle on the flow of information can be exceptional.

This is stuff you'll never see again in your lives. It's a type of creative energy that doesn't exist anymore put in service of an extraordinarily competent production that never loses its sincerity. Think what you may of the writing, you should appreciate this, because this is the kind of earnest creative project the world needs so badly.

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oasis // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ unprotected sex, making out, dirty talk, cunnilingus, body worship, praise kink, biting, daddy kink, so much fluff ugh

wc ⇢ 3k

The sight that awaited Hoshina when he entered the bedroom made his heart lurch straight into his throat. There you were - his entire world contained in one breathtaking picture.

You laid curled on your side amidst the rumpled sheets, features soft and radiant with the peacefulness of new motherhood. Cradled protectively in the basin of your body was the tiny, squirming bundle that was Setsuko, his newborn daughter. His legacy and heir, barely a few weeks old.

As Hoshina watched from the doorway, frozen in quiet reverence, you brought one finger up to gently trace the fine wisps of violet hair dusting Setsuko's scalp. The tender gesture made his chest constrict almost painfully, throat thickening beneath a swell of emotions he could scarcely put words to.

Here were the two most precious beings in his life, relaxed and at peace despite the shadowed mantle he wore daily to keep you both sheltered. His spirit had always focused on defending faceless citizens, upholding justice through strength. But now, in the wake of Setsuko's birth, that driving purpose had become laserbeamed onto safeguarding your beatific smiles no matter the cost.

You seemed to sense his presence at that point, eyes fluttering up to find Hoshina with a look of such pure, untarnished adoration that it stole what little remained of his breath. A soft, welcoming curve bloomed across your lips as you shifted your body weight carefully to avoid jostling Setsuko's slumbering form.

"Hi, honey," you murmured in a hushed tone, gesturing him over with a tilt of your head. "Setsuko was just drifting off again after her evening feeding."

Hoshina didn't require any further prompting. In two strides he crossed the room to sink down on the mattress edge, unable to tear his eyes away from the downy perfection of his daughter's features. She made the most adorable little mewling sounds on each exhale, lips pursing and tiny fists curling against the swell of your breast almost instinctively.

"God, she's beautiful..." he rasped out in a voice rendered gravelly by the sheer immensity of emotions swirling inside. "Just like her mother, radiatin' more beauty and light than this world deserves."

You blushed prettily at the open avowal, the tips of your ears pinking in that way Hoshina always found impossibly endearing. Cautious of disturbing Setsuko, he leaned over to press a lingering kiss to your forehead before trailing his lips down the delicate slope of your nose. When he reached your mouth, however, the softness fractured into a brand of heat and naked yearning that made you suck in a trembling breath through your nostrils.

Hoshina’s palm came up to cradle the line of your jaw, calloused thumb skating over the lush swell of your lower lip in an achingly gentle caress. His tongue swept past the seam with unhurried relish, savoring your unique bouquet like a man delirious with thirst rediscovering an oasis after years of bleached bone aridity.

You melted against his questing lips with a hushed keen, senses flooding with the overwhelming secondhand reminder of how much you had ached for this particular brand of attention during your recovery period. Hoshina refused to be separated from you both during those early weeks, but there was a vast gulf between sleeping beside your exhausted forms each night and...this.

Finally, the smoldering brand flickered and caught into new, blazing life as Hoshina delved deeper, robbing your breath straight from your lungs. You could feel the first telltale sparks of desire rapidly coalescing into raging wildfire deep in your untouched core, crying out for the balm only he could provide after so many barren weeks apart...

Before either of your urgencies could consume what fragile restraint remained, Setsuko let out an aggrieved whimper between your tangled bodies. You broke apart with a trembling gasp, pupils wide and molten in the dimness as Hoshina hovered over you both. Even thoroughly addled by reawakened hunger, his first instinct compelled him to gently gather up the tiny, squirming bundle and rise fluidly to his feet.

"I'll take our little girl down the hall so Mama can get some proper rest," he murmured in a tone made of pure gravel and smoke. You could only nod breathlessly, limbs liquefying as Hoshina treated you to one final, scorching onceover.

"Don't worry, sweetheart..." the fingers of his free hand ghosted along your jawline in a smoldering brand of possession. "Soon as our girl is down for the night, I'll be back for ya. We've got some...catchin' up to do."

And just like that, he was gone - slipping through the door with Setsuko nestled securely in the protective cage of his arms. You slumped back against the tangled sheets in a daze, thighs clenching convulsively at the unspoken promise of ravishment hovering in the air.

Hoshina returned from settling Setsuko in her crib with an unmistakable hunger burning in his eyes. The second the bedroom door clicked shut behind him, he stalked towards the bed like a prowling predator homing in on its prey.

"She's down for the night," he rasped in a low gravelly timbre that made heat unfurl through your core. "Which means yer all mine again, pretty girl."

You shivered at the undisguised yearning blazing in his stare, suddenly hyperaware of how the sheets had tangled around your legs leaving most of your body exposed. Hoshina drank in every inch hungrily - the tousled spill of your hair across the pillows, the dusky peaks of your breasts cresting above the cotton barrier, the taut feminine curves he'd been denied for too long.

A trembling whimper slipped free as he reached the edge of the mattress and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his fatigues. "Shiro..." you breathed out in a needy rasp. "I've missed you so much..."

Rather than responding with words, he simply held your heated stare as the coarse material pooled around his ankles. You felt your mouth go dry at the sight of his powerful, muscular frame on full display, those sinewy thighs and chiseled abs just begging to be traced with greedy palms and hungry lips. Most of all, your gaze was utterly transfixed by his thick, iron-rigid cock jutting from the thatch of dark curls at the apex of those toned legs.

A fresh gush of slick arousal flooded your aching sex at the reminder of what pleasures that delicious looking cock could provide after too many barren weeks. Unconsciously, your thighs parted in a wanton offering as Hoshina crawled over you with leonine grace, careful not to brace his full weight into the cradle of your hips.

"Let me look at ya, baby..." he rumbled in a tone thick with naked reverence. Gentle but insistent, he peeled the filmy top away until your heavy, swollen breasts spilled free. Hoshiro looked utterly ravenous beholding them, drinking in every intimate detail and subtle change with smoldering intensity.

You instinctively arched into his exploratory caresses as those massive, callused palms mapped every new ridge and sloping curve with aching tenderness. Hoshina’s touch ignited sparks of electricity under your hyper-sensitized skin, stoking you into a squirming, mewling mess within moments.

"God, yer so fuckin' gorgeous..." he growled with clear possession as his mouth blazed a path along your tingling sternum. "These tits, this sumptuous waist and hips..."

One large hand splayed across the slight swell of your lower abdomen reverently, fingers flexing against the firm plane in silent appreciation. "It's like you were sculpted solely for takin' and keepin' my seed buried deep inside..."

You whimpered brokenly at the raw, unfiltered lust lacing his rasping timbre. Your entire body seemed to thrum and ache in symphony with the molten promise held in those few rumbling words alone.

"Show me where ya need me most, baby girl..." Hoshina demanded, voice dropping into a gravelly octave that seemed to reverberate straight through your nerve endings. "Guide Daddy's hand to that needy little cunt so I can get my mouth on ya..."

Trembling, you hooked one knee over his bulging shoulder and laced your fingers through his soft purple locks. With his molten, indigo gaze locked hungrily on yours, you used your grip to guide Hoshina’s awaiting lips down to the drenched, throbbing apex of your sex.

He groaned explosively at the first hint of your heady, musky essence teasing his nostrils. You cried out in turn as his hot tongue lashed a broad stripe against your swollen folds without preamble. Hoshina latched onto your aching clit with bruising suction, growling like a starving beast as he lapped up every honeyed drop greedily.

"That's it...let Daddy drink from that sweet fountain, gorgeous," he panted hoarsely against your sensitive flesh, forcing every syllable to vibrate straight into your tingling core. "Been too fuckin' long since I got to savor my favorite treat..."

His words dissolved into low, filthy encouragements muffled by the messy seal of his gluttonous mouth working you with increasing ardor. You bucked and writhed uncontrollably, fingers fisting in his hair as your climax crested in rapturous waves of release. Hoshina clutched your jerking hips like a vise, refusing to allow even an inch of space as he guided you through the mind-numbing pulses with practiced skill.

Only once you went boneless with satiated aftershocks did he drag himself up to hover over your limp, dazed form. Face slick and shining with your essence, he captured your mouth in a bruising kiss, making you taste the tangy sweetness on his lips and tongue.

"Stay right there, baby girl..." Hoshiro rumbled against your swollen mouth as he shrugged out of his shirt impatiently. "This was just the opening act for all the ways I plan on devourin' every inch tonight..."

By the time you recovered enough awareness to watch the rest of the show, Hoshina had stripped completely bare. Your breath caught at the breathtaking sight, eyes drinking in every glorious ridge and muscle flexing across his sculpted body. He was a veritable demigod come down from on high to worship and ravish your humble form...and you had no intention of ever taking such blessings for granted.

When you reached out to wrap your fingers around the steel-hard girth of his cock, Hoshina shuddered as if electrified by the touch. The sound was nearly drowned out by the low, guttural moan he released into your mouth as you began to stroke him languidly.

"You'd better stop that, gorgeous..." he warned in a voice thickened with lust, pupils blown to utter blackness. "As much as I'd love to finish all over that sexy tummy, it's been too damn long since I buried myself in your sweet pussy."

The vulgar promise made you whimper and squirm, hips arching instinctively as Hoshina settled his solid weight into the cradle of your thighs. One massive hand braced into the mattress at the side of your head, while the other curled beneath your thigh to hook around the back of your knee.

Your hands came up to clutch his bulging biceps, nails digging into the flexing muscles as the blunt tip of his cock pressed insistently at your entrance. Your walls rippled in anticipation, eager to be filled to the brim with his pulsating, velvety length once more.

"Look at me, baby girl," Hoshina commanded in a gravel-thick tone as he began to press inside inch by glorious inch. "Need to see those beautiful eyes as I claim what's mine..."

You obeyed without question, the world narrowing to a pinpoint as your gaze locked. Nothing else existed but him, his cock and the way he filled and stretched and soothed the empty ache inside. You could feel your entire body fluttering and clenching around him, already dangerously close to the razor-sharp precipice.

"Fuck...that's my girl..." Hoshina gasped out shakily, eyes blazing with pure worship as he sank deeper, until the base of his cock was flush with your quivering folds. He remained motionless for several agonizing seconds, his body shuddering with the strain of holding back the primal urge to rut into you hard and fast.

But he had no intention of rushing, of giving into the selfish impulse to chase his own pleasure. Tonight, his focus was entirely on you. On lavishing his beautiful, brilliant, resilient girl with the pleasure she deserved after months of self-sacrifice and devoted care.

So rather than immediately beginning to piston his hips, Hoshina shifted his weight onto one arm and brought his free hand down to trace the seam of your mouth with his thumb. You opened up eagerly, sucking the thick digit in past the knuckle until his eyes narrowed with unmistakable heat.

"That's my good girl..." he crooned in a voice made of pure gravel and smoke. "Just like that, baby..."

You moaned softly around his finger, tongue laving the callused pad with languorous strokes. Your inner walls fluttered and clenched in response to the sheer eroticism, and the answering growl resonating in his chest only added to the heady rush.

"Fuuuuck...ya have no idea what ya do to me, gorgeous," Hoshina panted raggedly, hips finally starting to rock at an achingly slow pace. "You’re Daddy's everything, baby...my whole goddamn universe. And now I'm gonna worship and fuck every single inch of you..."

The last thread of his control snapped like an overtaxed elastic band. Your resulting cry was muffled by the thumb still hooked between your teeth, the sound morphing into a throaty whine as his hips slammed forward relentlessly.

"I've got ya, baby...just hold onto me," he gritted out between harsh, labored pants. His entire body flexed and rippled with the strain, sweat-slick muscles bunching and contracting with each forceful thrust. "Let Daddy take care of his precious girl..."

All you could do was cling to his massive frame, legs wrapped tightly around his pistoning hips as he pounded into your dripping cunt mercilessly. Each punishing stroke hit the perfect angle to make your vision blur and stars erupt, pleasure coiling and spiraling tighter with every deep, measured pump.

Hoshina could feel his orgasm coiling like a molten fist in the pit of his gut, every muscle drawn taut with the effort of staving off the inevitable release. But the way your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, and the helpless mewls spilling from your slackened mouth...it was all too much.

"Baby, I can't...fuck, I'm gonna-" Hoshina growled out hoarsely, burying his face in the sweat-damp hollow of your neck.His stomach dipped with the effort of staving off his own imminent climax, hips faltering as he struggled to regain some semblance of control.

"Don't stop...please, Shiro...oh God, I'm so close," you begged shamelessly, fingers clawing desperately at his shoulders and biceps. "I need it...need you...so much, Daddy, please-"

Those final broken, pleading words shattered the tenuous grasp of his restraint. A guttural, animalistic snarl ripped from his throat, and suddenly the entire bedframe was shuddering beneath the force of his frenzied rhythm.

You arched your back like a bow, eyes rolling back as he drove into your spasming channel at a bruising pace. Hoshina's name fell from your lips in an endless, broken litany, until the sound of his voice broke through the haze of white-hot pleasure.

"Give it to me, baby...I need ya to come all over Daddy's cock. Let me feel ya..." he gritted out between harsh, labored panting, hips slamming and grinding erratically. "Please, I can't- Fuck, I'm gonna- Ahh, baby, I'm comin'!"

He managed to stave off his own impending release for one last, torturous second, just long enough to feel you explode around him. Your entire body convulsed, muscles tensing and releasing in a series of rhythmic, powerful spasms. Hoshina groaned into the curve of your shoulder, his teeth sinking deep into the tender flesh as his hips jerked and ground into you desperately.

His release flooded your depths in a thick, scalding rush, each twitching pump of his cock spilling more seed until it dripped and oozed around the seal of his girth. You were utterly boneless beneath him, trembling and mewling helplessly as he rutted and ground his way through the last tremors of climax.

By the time the blinding rush receded, the pair of you were drenched and panting. You were both completely drained, bodies trembling and flushed in the aftermath of that incredible, mind-blowing connection. Hoshina rolled to his side, gathering you in his arms protectively as he struggled to regain a semblance of equilibrium.

You were a perfect, lax bundle of pliant warmth nestled against his chest, and Hoshina felt his heart swell at the sight. After a few moments, he finally regained enough of his senses to gently nudge your chin up so he could gaze directly into your beautiful, sated eyes.

"Hey," he murmured in a low rasp, lips curling into an affectionate smile.

"Hey yourself," you breathed back with a matching smile. Your entire body was still tingling with the lingering aftershocks, but nothing was quite as potent as the adoration radiating from the man holding you.

"God, I missed ya..." Hoshina sighed, expression melting into one of pure contentment. He brought a hand up to gently trace the elegant contours of your face, committing every minute detail to memory all over again.

"Me too," you sighed dreamily, arching into his palm like a kitten begging for affection. "That was amazing...but we're going to have to invest in a new bedframe tomorrow."

"Worth it," he growled possessively, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up. His kiss was sweet and unhurried, lips slanting with languid relish as he explored the contours of your mouth.

When the pair of you finally surfaced for air, your cheeks were flushed and your pupils blown wide. "I'm sure Setsuko will be asleep for a while," Hoshina said with clear reluctance. "How about a nice hot shower to relax and then we'll get some much-needed sleep?"

"You always have the best ideas," you replied with a contented sigh. "But if we shower together, there's a strong chance we won't get any sleep at all."

"I'm a big fan of the occasional sleepless night," Hoshina growled playfully, hands sliding down to cup the round curves of your ass. "Besides, the best part about a shower is gettin' ya all cleaned up before making a filthy mess of ya again."

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Filter Separator vs. Coalescing Filter: Choosing the Right Solution for Your Needs

Ensuring the quality and purity in gas as well as liquid streams is primary and when it comes to making a choice between a filter separator and a coalescing filter, one must make an informed decision. It is vital that you understand the advantages, differences and applications of both, so that you are sure about the choice in your setup. In this blog, we will help you explore the solution that best suits your requirements. 

Understanding Filter Separators: What is the Importance of a Filter Separator in a System

A filter separator is a multi-stage device that is designed to remove solid and liquid contaminants from gas streams. It operates by passing the gas through a series of filters that trap particulates and coalesce liquids, followed by a separation stage where the liquids are collected and then removed. 

What are the Various Types of Filter Separators Available in the Market Today

Gas Liquid Filter Separator: This type of filter separators are specifically designed to handle gas streams that contain liquid contaminants. It efficiently separates the liquid from the gas, ensuring clean and dry gas output.

Horizontal/Vertical Filter Separator: Depending on the installation space and process requirements, filter separators can be designed in horizontal or vertical configurations. Horizontal separators are often used for large flow rates, while vertical ones are preferred in space-constrained areas.

Diving Into What a Coalescing Filter All About

A coalescing filter is a specialized filter that is designed to remove submicron liquid aerosols and fine particulates from gas streams. It works by forcing the gas through a media where tiny liquid droplets coalesce into larger ones, which are then separated from the gas flow. Click here to learn about the coalescing filter separator in depth.

What are the Key Features and Benefits of a Coalescing Filter

Coalescing filters are known for their ability to remove very fine contaminants, making them ideal for applications where purity is critical.

These filters are typically smaller and can be easily integrated into existing systems without requiring significant modifications.

Suitable for a wide range of applications, from natural gas processing to compressed air systems.

Filter Separator vs. Coalescing Filter: Key Differences

Performance and Efficiency

Filter Separators: They are more robust and capable of handling higher contaminant loads. They are excellent for bulk separation of liquids and solids from gas streams.

Coalescing Filters: Provide higher efficiency in removing very fine particulates and aerosols, ensuring a higher degree of gas purity.

Maintenance and Operation

Filter Separators: Typically require less frequent maintenance due to their multi-stage design, which handles larger contaminant loads effectively.

Coalescing Filters: Require more frequent maintenance and filter replacement, especially in applications with high contaminant levels, to maintain optimal performance.

Installation and Space Requirements

Horizontal/Vertical Filter Separator: The choice between horizontal and vertical configurations allows for flexibility in installation based on available space and specific process needs.

Coalescing Filters: Their compact design makes them easier to install in tight spaces and integrate into existing systems.

What to Look for When Choosing the Right Solution for Your Needs

Application and Contaminant Type

For applications involving high levels of liquid and solid contaminants, filter separators are often the preferred choice due to their robust performance and lower maintenance needs. For bulk separation of liquids and solids, especially in the oil and gas industry, filter separators are highly effective. 

In scenarios such as gas processing plants and chemical and petrochemical industry, where achieving the highest level of gas purity is essential, a coalescing filter is best suited. Coalescing filters provide comprehensive filtration especially with fine aerosols and particulates.

Space and Installation Considerations

If installation space is a constraint, vertical filter separators or compact coalescing filters can be the right choice. Easier and quicker to install due to their smaller size and simpler design, a coalescing filter often come as cartridge-type filters that can be easily integrated into existing systems with minimal modifications. 

If you have a large installation, horizontal filter separators would be your best bet. These units might require more complex installation procedures due to their larger size and the need for precise alignment and support structures. Installation might involve significant piping work and structural reinforcements.

Cost Implications

While filter separators might have a higher initial cost, their lower maintenance requirements can lead to cost savings over time.

Coalescing filters might have lower upfront costs, but frequent filter replacements can add to the operational expenses.

Choosing between a filter separator and a coalescing filter depends on various factors, including the type and level of contaminants, space availability, and maintenance preferences. By understanding the strengths and limitations of each solution, you can select the right filtration system to ensure optimal performance and efficiency in your gas or liquid processing operations.

Engage with your filtration needs and make an informed decision to keep your processes running smoothly and efficiently. 

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i think fundamentally the problem with "do trans women/men have male privilege" discourse is that it tries to reify male privilege as this thing either you Have or you Don't Have, rather than a collection of benefits/lack of punishments (these are separate concepts!) that various people will or will not have in various circumstances. this is compounded by the fact that "always knew they were trans, was raised as their actual gender", "always knew they were trans, hid it" and "was fine being cis until 20" are both legitimate ways to be but will have very different experiences!

and I don't think this reification originates from this discourse; rather, "privilege" has sort of coalesced already, and this unhelpful understanding is a cause of that piece of eternal discourse. like, why does it matter whether trans women/men have male privilege? what are you actually trying to get at? ask that question instead, and be willing to accept the fact that the answer will vary greatly depending on the person in question!