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mermaidgirl30 · 4 months ago

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✨Caught In the Act✨

Pre-outbreak! Joel Miller x Roommate! fem reader

A/N: Thank you to @littlevenicebitch69 for showing me that video that sparked the inspiration for this fic 😘 No beta, but I had so much fun writing this one!

Summary: Thinking you’re home alone, you decide to unwind in bed, but the last thing you expect is to have Joel Miller, the man you’re renting a room from, find you naked in bed.

Word Count: 4.1k

Rating: Explicit 18+ Only MDNI

Tags: Vibrator use, porn with plot, yearning, feelings, infatuation, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, roommates

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The sunlight trickles against the sheer curtains as the room swelters with heat. The buzzing sounds fill the bedroom as your hips rock against the silk sheets, your fingers curling with every meticulous circle the vibrator makes against your swollen clit.

“Joel,” you moan freely, knowing he isn’t home, not at this hour of the day. It’s just you and your breathy whispers of his name, pretending the vibrator is his thick fingers stifling an orgasm from your needy clit, pretending the dampening sheets are his greying tousled curls as you tug and pull, pretending his large tongue is consuming you entirely as another moan slips from your lips.

You shouldn’t be thinking about the man you’re renting a room from like this, shouldn’t be moaning his name while your vibrator is pressed firmly against your bundle of nerves, but you just can’t help yourself. He’s just so hot the way his veiny hands open whiskey bottles as his strong muscles clench tight around his button-up flannels he always looks so damn good in. And he’s so fucking sexy the way he smirks while his Southern drawl falls from his plush lips every single time he talks to you with those big brown eyes that you just want to sink into. You can’t help but want him all the time, even though you really shouldn’t.

“Ohhh, fuck,” you whine as you hit that spot, right where it feels like you’re about to shed your orgasm at any second. So you speed up your motions, pressing down harder as you moan his name again, letting it fall off your lips like he’s here with you now, like he’s taking you exactly how you like it.

You’re breathing so hard and focusing on your ragged breaths and the sounds of the whirring vibrator that you don’t even hear the door being jarred open or see the brooding man that stands against your bedroom door. You don’t notice until you hear that thick, undeniable voice that only belongs to one man. That man being Joel fucking Miller.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. Moanin’ my name and I ain’t even touchin’ you? Must want it bad,” he chuckles, a large smirk pressed on his mouth as he leans with crossed arms against your painted door frame.

You jump from the sudden intrusion and shut the vibrator off, panting and sweating from your almost orgasm as you work to throw the covers over your naked body. “Jesus, Joel! I didn’t know you were home. I'm sorry… I.” Fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to see you like this!

He stops you mid sentence, holding up his large palm as he clears his throat. “Ain’t gotta apologize, sweetheart. Why don’t you just carry on? Besides, I could hear you moanin’ my name the moment I stepped in the house. Not gonna lie, it kinda turned me on. And then walkin’ in and seein’ this? Well, jus’ pull those covers back and let me see that pretty glistenin’ pussy. You want a little assistance there?” he nods, eyes darkening into black pits as you see the outline of his hard cock beneath his worn jeans.

You swallow and choke on your own spit, eyes widening as you slowly reveal your slick center to him once again as you spread your legs wide. “There ya go, sweetheart. Look at how fuckin’ wet you are. Goddamn,” he groans as he rakes a large hand slowly over his greying scruff. “Go on, be a good girl and turn the vibrator back on for me,” he replies in a raspy tone that sets your core on fire.

You slowly press the button, letting the vibrations slow your pounding heart rate as you stare up at the man you’ve been dreaming about from the moment you stepped foot into this house. “You want me to…”

He nods, dropping his jaw open as he takes in just how wet you already are for him. “Yeah, put it back on that pretty clit, sweetheart. Wanna see.”

Your mouth parts open the moment you place it on your throbbing mound, your mouth dropping open as you gaze up into pitch black eyes that want to consume you whole. You hold in a moan, spreading your legs wider as the vibrator circles against your puffy clit, but what feels even better is Joel standing there drinking down the image of you getting yourself off while he watches.

“Goddamn, darlin’. Look at you,” he whistles, untucking his flannel shirt from his jeans as he stalks over to the edge of the bed, kicking his boots off as his body weight makes the bed cave as he crawls on top of the sheets.

“Joel,” you whine, watching his big black eyes come closer as he props himself up beside you, one hand coming down on top of yours while the other tucks a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Let me jus’ give you a hand there, sweetheart. Let me take control,” he growls, grabbing onto the end of the vibrator as he presses it further into your folds, circling slow, meticulous circles as he draws a breathy moan from you.

“That’s it, Attagirl,” he praises as your back arches off the bed, taking the vibrator a level up as he grinds it against your slick folds.

“Ooooh, fuck,” you whine, twisting your fingers into the soft material of his flannel while his gorgeous face hangs just over yours, his big eyes making another wave of slick slip from your center.

“Feels good, don’t it? Yeah, right there,” he purrs as he pushes it down close to your dripping hole, hitting that one special spot that makes your legs start to shake.

“Yes, Joel. Please, don’t stop,” you beg as you grip his forearm with a tight fist.

“I’m not gonna stop till that pretty pussy’s soakin’ my hand, sweetheart,” he smirks, turning the vibrations up even higher as your body hums with electricity from his touch. “If I would’ve known sooner that you’ve been wantin’ this, I would’ve already been on my knees with my mouth between your thighs,” he groans as another moan comes crashing through the room.

You start to feel the coils snap in your belly, and then hot heat starts to slide down your spine as your orgasm starts to break. “Joel, I’m not gonna - fuck, I’m coming!” you scream as you let the floodgates open and latch on to his veiny wrist.

“Jesus Chris, you’re fuckin’ soakin’ me,” he says in awe as slick sprays from your pussy, coating his hand in your release as your back arches off the mattress and your body hums with your intense orgasm. Joel works you through it, calling you a good girl as he shuts the vibrator off and just slowly circles it over your aching center until you’re coherent enough to open your eyes and breathe normally again.

He throws the vibrator to the side and slides a calloused hand carefully from your neckline, in between your breasts, skating down your abdomen, and ending right above your mound. He smiles down at you as he takes his time to ghost his fingers over your soaked folds, stifling a whimper from your lips as he hovers over your puffy clit.

“You look so pretty comin’ undone, darlin’. Wanna see it again, this time wanna really feel it.” He presses the pad of his thumb down on your bundle of nerves, drawing meticulous circles, making you cant your hips up as you soak in the way his fingers feel like pure magic.

“Oh god, please,” you beg, throwing your head back as he slips a finger inside your dripping hole.

“I got you, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel real good now, jus’ hold tight.” Before you know what’s coming, he crashes his lips down on yours and swallows a moan as he curls another finger inside, stretching your walls as he reaches that soft spongy spot that you can never reach yourself.

You lean into the kiss, breathing in his woodsy scent, tasting the sweat of the Austin sun on his lips, feeling the way he slips his tongue inside your mouth and swallows every sound you make while he repeatedly fucks his fingers deep inside your pussy, making you feel like you’re floating on thin air.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your fingers through his dark tousled curls as a groan leaves his lips and enters your mouth while he repeatedly takes the breath from your lips. He licks inside you while his thick fingers make wet, obscene sounds as he fucks deeper, uncoiling that same tension he already snapped just minutes ago as he repeats the process all over again.

He unhooks from your lips, finds a steady rhythm as he slips from your hole and full on rocks his fingers up and down your folds, brushing the heel of his wrist over your puffy clit that screams for him to take you over the edge again.

The room is suddenly too hot with his weight on your chest, his expert fingers moving at an impossibly fast pace as your core burns hot and bright, begging for him to make you come again.

“Jesus, fuck - I’m right there. God, it feels so fucking good, Joel,” you stifle as your jaw slackens and your body starts to vibrate the more his fingers work and work at your core.

He slips two fingers back inside you, hitting that one spot that makes you see stars, and then he’s whispering filthy words against your parted lips. “Such a good fuckin’ girl lettin’ me use these fingers on that pretty pussy, wonder what you’d feel like takin’ my cock next,” he smirks as he nips at your bottom lip, pulling another moan from your throat.

“Please, Joel,” you beg.

“Is that an invitation, sweetheart?” he chuckles, raising a thick eyebrow as he looks you deep in the eyes with those beautiful brown eyes that are blown wide.

“Yes, want your cock, Joel. Want you to - oh, fill me up - fuck,” you whine as you feel your release start to flow down your insides.

“Yeah, fuckin’ spill for me, that’s it. Atta fuckin’ girl,” he growls as he presses deep inside that spongy spot, and then you’re completely done for. The slick pools down your core, covering Joel’s knuckles and the inside of your thighs as the orgasm takes a hold and knocks your head back against the cotton pillow.

“That’s it. So pretty, baby,” he coos as he works you through it once again.

The fog fills your brain as every euphoric feeling takes its hold on you, holding you down against the damp sheets as you focus on the man that hangs above you. When you finally come to your senses, Joel uncurls his fingers from your core and pops the digits into his mouth, sucking and groaning as he indulges in your sweet taste.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you taste better than a shot of whiskey,” he groans as he delves his fingers back inside you, collecting slick on the tips of his calloused fingers and brings it up to your lips. “Open up, sweetheart. Try a taste,” he purrs.

You part your lips and allow him to enter. You take his two fingers and suck, glancing at him with glazed over eyes as your sweet taste slides down the back of your throat.

“Goddamn. That’s picture worthy, sweetheart. You suckin’ on my fingers while you lick off your own slick? Jesus Christ, you’re gonna fuckin’ ruin me,” he murmurs as he looks at you with wide, blown out eyes.

You giggle as you tip your head up, wrapping your fingers around the collar of his flannel as you tug, pulling just enough to expose a trail of dark chest hair that’s saturated in sweat. “Just like you’ll ruin me. But I’m okay with that. Just need you right now,” you pant out, popping open more of the buttons of his flannel until he gets the hint and throws it off, exposing his broad, muscular chest that’s beaded in glistening sweat, and his happy trail disappears under the material of his dark jeans.

“You want me inside you, sweetheart?” he whispers as you hurriedly unbuckle his belt and start popping open the top button.

“Yes, want your cock inside me. Please, I need you,” you beg as he smiles down at you with glossy brown eyes.

“Need me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you nice ‘n deep?” he smirks as he unzips his jeans and slides them off his legs, his boxers following swiftly after.

You gulp as his massive cock springs up against his soft tummy, taking in just how big he is as precum spills from the slit. You gawk at him when he wraps a hand around his large length and starts spreading the precum up and down his shaft meticulously.

“Mhm,” is all you can get out as you watch him stroke himself up and down. Fuck.

“Spread those legs then, sweetheart,” he smirks as he positions himself right between your legs. You can only whine and knead your breasts together as he takes the tip and slides it along your folds, collecting slick on his swollen tip that’s red and throbbing just for you. He rubs it along your overstimulated clit and chuckles when you pant his name out.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he drawls as he positions himself at the entrance of your sopping wet hole. “Such a messy girl, too. All this for me? Goddamn. Gonna fill you up real good.” Before you have time to say anything, he thrusts inside you, filling you so full as you gasp at the wide stretch he makes.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight, darlin’. Jus’ needed this big cock to stretch you out, s’that right?” he groans, caging you in with his muscular arms as he ruts deeper inside you, filling you to the brim with every languid stroke of his massive cock.

You throw your head back, clawing your nails down his broad back as you moan nonsense while he generously slides his thick length back and forth, slipping out just enough to ram back inside you with a sting to your insides as his tip continually kisses the back of your cervix.

It’s like you can’t get enough, need more of him, need every inch of his skin to crawl into yours as he takes you to the edge again. You’ve never felt a stretch like this, never been so cock hungover, not until Joel fucking Miller slipped inside you, and you’re afraid you won’t ever get enough of him now.

“More,” you beg, panting from every motion of the snap of his hips, moaning every time he’s deep inside your clenched walls, splitting them open with every single rutting motion he gives.

“You want more, sweetheart? I’ll give you more. Yeah, give you jus’ what you want,” he smirks as he bends your knees up, folding you into a pancake shape as he crawls over you with his beautiful, broad body. “Careful what you ask for. Might not be able to take it,” he chuckles, eyes darkening with trouble written all over them.

He spears inside you, thrusting so deep that you swear you feel him inside your stomach, hitting that spongy spot that makes you gasp as your back arches off the damp sheets. “Fuckkkk,” you moan, your voice carrying through the entire room as his deep grunts collide with yours.

“Yeah, s’right. Take it,” he growls, nipping at your collarbone as your fingers fist in his tousled curls. “Be a good girl and come on my cock,” he demands as his hips thrust violently against yours.

You have no more control. The room is heavy and hot as your musk and sweat collect over the other, your fingers dragging down his back as you clench up and let your sweet release slip out, coating him in your slick. “Joel, feels - fuck, I’m coming,” you moan into the shell of his ear.

He stills his thrusts for a few seconds, feeling your walls clench around his cock as you start to soak him, the flow not stopping even as you tilt your head back and scream from the blistering heat that settles in your core.

“Oh, that’s a good fuckin’ girl. Squeezin’ so tight, milkin’ me with that slippery cum, Jesus Christ,” he moans as he thrusts back into you, not wasting a moments time as he chases his own release.

You settle into a fog, his deep pants and groans reverberating off the walls as his heavy hands settle on your hips, fucking into you so deep that you feel drunk and so full of him that you swear you should be satiated, but you’re not. You’d let him pump you full of his cock all night in every different position, if only you could continue to do this night after night.

“‘M not gonna last, sweetheart. Where do you want me?” He grinds his teeth together in concentration as he tries to hold it in just a little longer.

“Inside me. Fill me up, handsome,” you purr.

His jaw ticks, and something like fire lights in his glossy eyes, and a devilish smirk forms on his plush lips as he thrusts once, twice, three more times and then pounds you as hard as he can. He leans his forehead against yours and lets out a guttural groan, feeling the white ropes of cum paint the back of your cervix as he gushes all inside you.

“Fuck me,” he moans, not willing to move till he has all of him spilled inside your walls. He slowly pulls out of you, and you feel the warmth of your own slick and his release mix together as it gushes outside your pussy and down your thighs.

“Look at you, such a pretty little mess you are, ain’t ya,” he smiles, staring at your legs splayed wide as he dips a finger down against folds, collecting the mixed cum together on his index finger. “Open up, pretty girl,” he smirks.

He takes his index finger and slots it between your glossy lips, letting you lick and suck on his finger. You swear his eyes widen even further as his black pupils expand into pure lust. “So good,” you moan, wrapping your lips around his finger as you tease and suck on his slick covered digit.

“Goddamn, look at you. You’re jus’ a wicked little tease, ain’t ya?” he groans, dragging the finger from your lips and pulling it into his warm mouth, sucking with a deliciously hungry groan that makes your eyes widen with heat. “Delicious,” he smirks as he pops his own digit from his mouth, grinding out another moan from your throat as he topples on the bed beside you.

You both breathe raggedly as you look from one to the other, both locked in a heated staring match, his fingertips lingering on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer to his glistening chest. “That was…”

“Unexpected, but amazin’ all the same,” he finishes with a smile curled around his mouth. “You’re tellin’ me you’ve been livin’ in this house for moments, and you weren’t plannin’ on tellin’ me you thought ‘bout me in bed?” His eyebrows raise, and he looks at you square in the eyes, a sly smirk crossing his mouth.

“I didn’t wanna risk getting kicked out,” you say with your lips molded together in a tight gesture.

“Kicked out, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his tousled curls. “Sweetheart, I found you in your bed moanin’ my name. Hell, you could’ve told me that first day you walked in. Think I would’ve taken you right there on the counter if I knew you were into me,” he chuckles.

“Get out of here,” you laugh as you playfully push him in the chest. “You would not have.”

“Oh yes I would. Thought you were a knockout from the minute you came through the front door with those little daisy dukes and those beautiful eyes. Shit, I’ve had a thing for you since day one, sweetheart.”

You purse your lips and give him a once over, assessing his genuine brown eyes that seem covered in softness. Holy shit. He’s being serious. “Really?” you ask breathlessly.

“Really,” he nods, curling his fingers through your hair and pulling you forward, till your mouth collides with his in a long, sensuous kiss that sends music running through your ears. His lips feel like velvet, and his tongue tastes like cinnamon.

When you fall away from his lips, he smiles. “We gonna make this a habit?”

“Do you want to make this a habit?” you ask with a raised brow, hope stirring in your chest.

“I mean, ‘course I do, darlin’. A pretty thing like you should be fucked well and taken on nice dates. Think we got the fuckin’ part down, jus’ gotta take ya to dinner now.” He winks and flashes his honey-glazed eyes, and you feel as if you could drown in those syrupy eyes.

“That what you tell all the girls who turn into your roommate?” you giggle.

“Now, sweetheart. You’re rentin’ a room from me. If you wanna be roommates, then technically you’d need to stay in my room, in my bed, in my arms,” he smiles as he pulls you flush to his broad chest, draping an arm around the back of your hip as his fingers softly tease at your soft skin.

You hum into his touch, giving him a dreamy smile as you drag your nails against his silver scruff. “Roommates, huh? Is that what we’re gonna be?”

“Roommates, fuck buddies, lovers… s’hard to say, darlin’. But I like you, and I’d like to explore whatever this is.” His tone is so sincere that it makes butterflies flit through your stomach at the possibilities of what this could turn out to be.

You push your fingers through his messy curls, reveling over his deep groans as you drag your nails down his scalp. “I like you too, Joel. A lot, actually,” you blush.

“Figured as much when I caught you moanin’ my name while usin’ that little vibrator on your pretty pink pussy,” he winks, making you blush at the way he drags out the words and keeps his brown eyes locked tight on yours.

You shake your head and groan when he drags his thick thumb over your lower lip. “Bet I’m not the only one. What have you been thinking about at night, in the shower, in your bed?” you smirk, making his cheeks redden at the mention of it.

“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. You know I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout you, too. Been wonderin’ how sweet you were. Turns out you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever put my lips on.” He curls his lips into a delicious smile and flips you over to where your back is flush with his sweat-covered chest, lacing his calloused fingers with yours as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his scruff scratching softly along your jawline.

You lay there in the twisted sheets, inhaling the musk that makes up Joel Miller, embedding his woodsy pine scent deep into your memory. This feels… right, like this is where you’ve always belonged, in his arms.

“How’s ’bout I take you on a date Friday night? We could go see a movie, I’ll buy you a big thing of popcorn, hold your hand, maybe pull you into my lap so I can kiss you all I want, then I’ll take you back home and make love to you in my bed all night long.” He places a gentle kiss to your cheek, and you melt into the feel of him.

You squeeze his hand and brush your lips over his knuckles, giving him a lazy smile as you turn to look back at him over your shoulder. “Okay, cowboy. You’ve got a deal.”

He brushes his lips over yours and pulls you close so he can trace his lips over the shell of your ear. “Alright, pretty girl. It’s a date. Now, how ‘bout we go take a shower, and I can make you some dinner. Maybe go for round two after with my mouth between those pretty thighs of yours,” he whispers as a chill runs down your spine, heat building back in your core.

You huff out a laugh and stifle a groan. “Mmmm, alright then, cowboy. I’m all in.”

He presses his lips against yours and then tugs you up from the bed, lacing his fingers with yours as he leads you to his room. “Gonna take you for the ride of your life, sweetheart,” he smirks.

“I’m counting on it,” you smile.

And so it begins.

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dilfsfordinner · 1 year ago

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honeymoon- nanami kento x wife!reader

a/n- in preparation for this week’s episode, this is my ode to my husband

warnings- fem!reader, unprotected sex, praise, missionary pos, mating press, belly bulge, nanami has a big d, implied breeding kink, fluffff

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Nanami Kento had been dreaming of a vacation. Somewhere with sand and palm trees, warm weather, the ocean, you. Now it would take a lot for him to admit this because he’s not a dreamer, per se, especially with his strict work ethic, but the amount of times he had to catch himself during a shift from drifting off in a fantasy about sleeping in or relaxing on the beach, you could say he had started to reflect his child-like self.

Except every single one of those dreams could not rival the feeling of experiencing his honeymoon with you. He’d gotten what he wanted. A private villa, surrounded by greenery with a whole rainbow of colors blessing the space. Red, orange, pink, and especially white flowers would pop out from the dense leaves of the tropical garden that was essentially your front yard, their sweet perfume just light enough to not be too overbearing. The villa was perched in a cluster of palms, the white-sand beaches of the Caribbean literally at your disposal by a pathway from your bedroom, its wood-lined trail leading down to a private oceanside cove of sand and the most vivid aquamarine water you’d ever seen.

It had been five days since the two of you had arrived at your little oasis, 120 hours of complete and utter relaxation accompanied by sheer happiness. You could barely contain your excitement for the trip when he’d announced the surprise destination a month before your wedding, and that giddiness you were once feeling was multiplied tenfold. Kento Nanami was finally your husband. The man you had fallen for was now tied to you legally and emotionally, the two of you matching with the golden bands placed upon your fingers, yours just a tad bit more extravagant with the stone you had dreamt of forged perfectly into the smooth metal.

Your favorite gift you had received though was once again from your husband. It had been given on the day of your wedding, a little white, bow-tied box placed in your hands before the reception. Upon opening it, you were met with a pretty bracelet, a twisted chain of pure platinum so uniformly perfect, you knew your husband had picked it. Your favorite part however, was the tiny charm hanging from the chain, a cursive “k” inscribed into the precious material, a clear sign of your newly wed’s hand in the purchase. “I’m yours now,” he had whispered into your hair, kissing away a stray tear from your cheek before helping you clasp the delicate chain around your wrist.

For days you had thanked him any way you could for his kindness, the two new additions he’d gifted so beautifully thoughtful, gifts that certainly garnered a lot of attention, especially when it came to some.. exerting activities.

It was like the atmosphere had turned you two into animals, your bodies sore from the endless (sorry for lack of a better word), fucking, the tension so thick you could feel it heavy in your chest, the warm, salty breeze flowing through the mesh, white curtains of your bedroom doing nothing to help calm your lustful state.

It was nearly dusk and your current session had started about an hour ago, any and every position you could think of already tried, your body turned and flipped a multitude of times before you were placed on your back again, thighs pushed up against your chest, your legs falling over your husband’s broad shoulders.

Your throat was dry from the fountain of moans constantly spilling from your mouth, Nanami’s name starting to sound like an imaginary word from the amount of times you’d choked out the syllables. Don’t be too embarrassed though because he was just as knocked as you, his skin flush from exertion, sweat dampening his blonde locks, and his usually cool tone of voice had turned desperate, your own name a slurred grumble or groan every time he felt you clench around him.

Your silky, white nightgown had been discarded long ago, the little scrap of fabric on the floor reminding you of what had started this escapade in the first place. The memory of Nanami’s eyes darkening when you’d emerged for bedtime had your stomach tightening and eyes squeezing shut. You’d known him for who knows how long and he still managed to make you feel like a horny teenager with just one look.

“My perfect wife,” he panted into your neck, heavy cock nudging your deepest parts, you could feel him in your belly, could even see him in your belly, the area below your navel molding just slightly into the shape of his cock every time he would push into you.

Your skin was glowing from the last remnants of sunlight reaching through the gauzey curtains, the ocean waves gentle as they crashed along the shore, wrapping you in a cocoon of pure passion, the current moment so perfect and loving, one of Nanami’s hands snaking into your palm to ground you, the other resting beside your head as he kissed the tender curve of your neck.

He was a warm lover. Caring, romantic, a listener. Someone who focuses on giving instead of stealing pleasure. That’s why it was so easy to give him your trust, to open yourself up to him emotionally, and physically. Someone who easily outshined anyone when it came to choosing who to share your remaining years with.

Your ring fingers clinked together when he pushed into you with a particularly needy thrust, the golden bands once again twining as his fingers curled over your own in a firm lock. “Only yours,” you whimpered out, voice almost breaking from your very vulnerable position, your chest compromised as your legs were propped up, the backs of your thighs fitting against his chest, folding over his shoulders at the knees.

Not only did your words drive him crazy, but the little jingle he would hear every time his hips connected with your own had his eyebrows knitting with some primal need to actually make you his. The bracelet he’d gifted you had ended up clasped around your delicate ankle, the silver charm glinting his initial in the low lights, every little reflection catching his peripheral, spurring him on. You had done it on purpose. You had known he would have you folded sooner or later and you knew how much he loved to mark you, that piece of jewelry a literal signing of his name on you.

Your mouths latched onto each other, hurried kisses ending in heavy breaths against each other’s face or neck, eventually your foreheads being the place of rest as he continued to fuck you with every ounce of energy in his body.

“-love you, s’much,” you murmured, voice lilting with the rising pleasure in your core, his thick length prodding every ridge you had to offer, that spongey spot of nerves catching his head with every pass, eliciting a gasp from your lips, Nanami’s jaw clenching as he held himself back from completely plowing into you, your approaching climax drawing a rush of liquid from your twitching cunt, trickling onto his thighs.

“I love you,” he kissed you this time, his strong hand fisting the sheets beside your head, the other still clutching onto your hand as he knocked the breath from your lungs, his cock feeling like a full-blown spear impaling you, the only thing keeping you sane being his mouth on you, and the sweet-nothings groaned from his lips.

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It was dark by the time you two had truly finished with each other, your body curled up in Nanami’s lap as he lounged with you on the large chairs placed outside the curtains of your bedroom, the moonlight bouncing off the waves as they continued their trek across the shore.

His nimble fingers traced gentle shapes on your back, your upper body covered by his blue shirt, dwarfing your form in a pool of fabric, Nanami modeling your “half-nakedness” with only a pair of boxers, his strong legs visible to your very sleepy, but eager eyes.

Some type of tropical, cricket creature hummed a pretty song, coaxing your eyelids to flutter, your body sinking further into your husband’s hold, your cheek nestled gently against the soft curves of his collarbone, his heartbeat steady in your ear.

Taking note of your drifting consciousness, Nanami smiled down at your curled up form, fingers slowly letting up on their brief massage session to brace his hold. “Let’s get you to bed,” he murmured, kissing the top of your hair with such tenderness you almost agreed to get up and listen, but he was just so warm and cozy.

Pretending to not hear him, you put on your best sleeping face, mouth opening slightly to really pull it off, the tiniest of snores leaving you in a very convincing manner. Silence followed your antics before a rumble vibrated from the chest of the man you lied on, a soft laugh leaving him as he took in your ‘sleeping state’, a laugh that had your lips twitching, a smile almost breaking out on your face.

“What a shame.. the Mrs. has fallen asleep on me,” he sighed, voice filled with faux sorrow, and when he relaxed back into the chair, you thought the victory was yours, nuzzling back against his chest to comfortably relax again. That was.. before your world was turned upside down, a yelp echoing from your throat as Nanami hoisted you over his shoulder, your bottom cradled by his large hand as he smiled that stupid smile of his and trekked back into the bedroom, all fatigue gone from the two of you, replaced with the teasing air of aching want.

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angelqie · 2 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTOO HOT

SOMAR𝒊O the weather's warm but your boyfriend's hot ; drabble, sunghoon x female reader, est.relationship, 0.5k.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 skinship, kissing, fluff, slightly suggestive LiBRARYㅤ

“It’s too hot.”

Humidity piled into the room, creating a heavy atmosphere despite the joy of your boyfriend coming over to visit. Moving across your apartment, you grabbed hold of the remote that controlled the air con, attempting to put it on the highest setting to get rid of the sticky feeling coating your entire body.

“This damn air con isn’t working.” You complained, hitting the remote against your leg to try and get it to work. The oversized shirt you were wearing that was supposed to help airflow, benefitted nothing and instead stuck to your sweat-coated body.

A groan of disappointment erupted from Sunghoon’s throat as he rose to feet abruptly. Turning to face him, you watched as he peeled his shirt off of his body, exposing his glimmering abs.

“Didn’t know you liked my body that much.” He spoke, unknowingly pulling you out of your daze. Heat coated your cheeks when you realised that you had been mindlessly gaping at his upper body. “Don’t say it like that,” You snapped, attempting to defend yourself. “You make me sound like a pervert”

Stepping in your direction, he effortlessly towered over you, radiating body heat. “But don’t you think I’m hot?” He questioned, fanning his warm breath over your lips, inching nearer.

Your response was cut off by his lips consuming yours, knocking air out of your lungs. Warmth coated your already sweating body as you tried to push him away from you. Humid wind brushed against your bodies as if the temperature itself wasn’t hot enough.

“It’s too hot.” You murmured against his lips, feverish from the weather. Moving your hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, you paused abruptly, feeling the rapid pacing of his heart against his smooth skin. Pulling away from you, he shot a grin in your direction.

The sound of your ringtone drowned out his remark, serving as the perfect distraction from the temperature that you were more than willing to avoid. “Hi, mum.” You spoke, smiling audibly through your words.

Leaning his arm above you, he pressed a kiss on your jawline. “This evening?” Doing your best to avoid sounding breathless, you tried dodging your boyfriend’s radiating body heat. “Of course.” You grinned, pinned in position against the wall and toiling against the sweat dampening your frame.

“See you later.” Moments after ending your call, your lips were pulled into his while his hands casually rested on your waist.

Humming into your lips, he pulled back. “Who called?”

“My mum. She’s coming over in the evening which means you have to stop leeching off my neck.” You spoke, trying to pry him away from you.

“Just five more minutes.” He persuaded, trailing ticklish kisses to your collarbone. Seeing that his persuasion wasn’t working, he moved his hands to your stomach, digging lightly into your flesh and tickling your stomach, causing an eruption of giggles to sound through your throat.

Moving away from the wall, you toppled over the bed, your fit of giggles never ceasing. After catching your breath, you caught your boyfriend’s eyes through the dark curtain of hair covering them.

“Is that a yes then?” He questioned, his grin matching your own. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you pulled a face. “Five minutes max.”

Moving his lips to the shell of your ear, he softly muttered. “We’ll see about that.”

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noiseproblemsonline · 2 years ago

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Why we should make freeway sound wall

Currently, the sound wall that line our freeway and highways are vertical. It makes sense as that is how you build a wall, but I would suggest a different shape, one which can catch more airflow, noise and vibrational energy. This energy should be reused and recycled. Yes, this is an intriguing concept and thought, and hence I would like to describe what I have in mind, that is if you have a few moments.

It appears to me that the sound walls should be candy cane shaped with the curve facing inward towards the traffic. As cars zoom along, it will catch the wind and flow it through that curve or a tube like structure. Along with it, we can put wind turbine blades adhering to a decibel level chart accumulating all the energy.

Moreover, the candy cane shape would assist to collect the vibrational energy using a plan inspired by nature, namely seashell. Sea creatures can hear and feel vibrations and sounds from far away as all the sound or noise is emphasized within the shell. Vibrational energy can also be reused and captured. An eco-creative optional energy therapist would also propose putting solar panels on top of the wall along with sound dampening curtains.

If we made them of lightweight structure, the current wall could conveniently support the additional weight. L-shaped brackets on the top can hold the solar panels. How much would this cost? I have designs and drawings now, and it is all quite simple. Moreover, the pay-off from the energy accumulated would be almost instant, and all those that live near the freeway would have cleaner air to breath and better rest at night, implying lower health care expenses and happier humans also. Please consider all this while considering plastic grinder sound enclosure and think about it.

#Sound wall #Decibel level chart #Sound dampening curtains #Plastic grinder sound enclosure

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michelle-anadytop · 2 years ago

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a-leg-without-fear · 3 months ago

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No Fucking Way (pt.1)

have some absolutely adorable interactions with you and the students at the mansion (and a surprise guest)

Ship: Logan Howlett x Mutant!Fem!Reader 🩸

Rating: 13+

Wordcount: 4.1k

Warnings: cursing, mentions of animals neglecting their babies, and a story so sweet my teeth hurt

Inspiration: This scene from X2: X-Men United

Series: No Fucking Way

Your feet pounded against the gravel path beneath you. Small rocks and dirt were kicked up by your well-worn sneakers. Warm sweat dampened the cloth of your sweatshirt around your arms and chest. The sun beat down on your flushed face as a cold breeze bit across your nose.

It was an absolutely gorgeous, autumn day. Occasional spotted clouds glided at a snail’s pace across a great blue sky. Soft breezes made the great trees surrounding the mansion dance like sheets of amber linen. Red and orange leaves skittered across the yellowing grass fields.

You saw a handful of students out on the lawn enjoying the early morning air. Sybil, a brunette with the ability to see through others’ eyes, sat beneath a large willow by the fish pond with a notepad in her hands. Vienna sat beside her. A strawberry blonde, bright eyed girl who could channel electricity into the palms of her hands. The two exchanged ideas about whatever Sybil was jotting down in her notepad.

Yuna sat not too far from the whispering pair, fingers twirling above a quickly constructed tower of stones and blades of grass. Her usual deep brown eyes now glowed a subtle violet. The maroon hijab she wore wrapped around her neck matched the crimson hues of the changing leaves in the trees around her.

Jane, a kind-eyed tracker, Matt, a red glasses-wearing fighter, and Mads, a short-haired plant bender, sat in a circle, enjoying their morning coffee and tea together. You gave Mads a quick wave as you jogged past, receiving a warm smile and a shower of flower petals left in your wake.

The gravel path led along the left side of the mansion. Emerald ivy crawled up the brick walls like arms reaching from the earth. An occasional window broke up the light colored bricks. Most had their curtains drawn, which you attributed to a large portion of the students being late risers. One or two had the curtains open to allow fresh sunlight into the shared rooms.

You caught a glimpse of Sapph through one of the windows. Her bright smile and blue eyes were almost radiant as she basked in the streams of sunlight. Vases of sunflowers sat on the windowsill in front of her. The light seemed to bend, refracting from Sapph’s palms and hitting the sunflowers’ leaves.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The students were happy, the day was beautiful, and you only had one more lap of the mansion to jog before you’d call it a day.

“MAAAOOOWWW!”

You stopped just short of the empty basketball court. The crimson asphalt was covered in crunchy leaves and green brush from the nearby bushes. Corded nets hanging from the steel hoops swayed in the breeze. You looked around you, trying to find the source of the noise.

“MaaooOOW?”

There it was again. Closer than before. It sounded like it came from an incredibly small source, whatever it was. Your sneakers crossed onto the asphalt, toes kicking at leaves and twigs. You let your eyes scan the area around you. The court was surrounded by a wall of hedges. About waist high to you, it helped keep the court clear of too much debris from the trees.

The mansion sat against the hedges. Large, bay windows looked into a sitting area. Hira, a telepath, sat in one of the plush leather armchairs with a novel in her hands. A white hijab wrapped around her head, glasses peeking out over light brown eyes. Daniel, a light-haired strongman, and Jacob, a bearded speedster, sat on the green-clothed couch across from Hira. Dice and rulebooks laid on the coffee table in front of them.

A rustle in the hedges to your left drew your focus from the students inside. The lowest branches shuddered, small green leaves shaken off and falling to the ground below. You knelt on the asphalt and strained your eyes to see through the dense foliage.

“MoowwWOAAOW!”

That was the only warning you got before a tiny gray and white fur ball burst out of the hedge and landed five feet in front of you. Pointed ears folded back, blue eyes widened, arched back covered in long fuzz.

A kitten. A small, angry, fluffy kitten. No more than a few weeks old.

You remained where you kneeled on the asphalt, palms upturned and resting on your thighs. You kept a neutral expression on your face as you blinked slowly at the small creature.

After a few moments the kitten relaxed. Its ears faced forward, tail sticking straight up as it approached you. You gingerly extended a hand for it to sniff. Its tiny, pink nose ran across the tips of your fingers as it grew acclimated to your presence.

“Hi, little one,” you said through a barely subdued, ecstatic grin. You had always wanted a cat. Ever since you were a kid, you dreamed of a tiny ball of purrs curled up in your lap and effortlessly improving your mood. Not to mention they were ridiculously easy to take care of.

The kitten took a few more moments to sniff at your fingers. Its tiny eyes squinted as it seemed to devote its entire being to assessing your threat level. Once it seemed satisfied, it rubbed its chin across your thumb. You could already feel the purrs rumbling in its throat.

It took everything in you to not explode from the cuteness overload. This little thing, this tiny itty bitty little thing, chose you. You could feel a swell of pure adoration overtake your chest, the gentle warmth spreading from head to toe.

The cat continued to rub on your hand, occasionally nibbling on your fingers with the sides of its mouth. You lifted your free hand in an attempt to pet the kitten. Moving slowly to not startle it, you gently ran your fingers across its fluffy back. An explosion of purrs, like a hive of angry bees, met your affection. The cat dug its little head into the palm of your hand. You took the hint, giving it gentle scratches on the soft spots by its ears.

“You are the cutest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life,” you breathed in astonishment. The cat seemed to enjoy the compliment, pawing at your hands and attempting to climb closer to your face. You scooped its tiny body in your hands and lifted it to your chest.

Tiny paws kneaded at the fabric of your sweatshirt. Little needle-like claws pulled at the threads. The kitten looked up at you with squinted eyes. You carefully rose to your feet, doing your best to not jostle the miniature creature cradled to your chest.

The cat nestled into the crook of your neck. Its tiny nose puffed against your skin while a category-5 purricane buzzed in your hands.

You would die for this cat and you just met it a minute ago.

Mentally saying “fuck it” to the rest of your jog, you began to gingerly walk back inside. You avoided walking on the gravel to make as little noise and sudden movements as possible. The cat seemed to appreciate the gesture, with what miniscule amount its tiny brain could comprehend, as a small lick from its rough tongue passed over your neck.

You garnered a few sideways looks from the students on the lawn as you walked by again. Mads cocked her head, fairy themed earrings jingling, at the gentleness in your step and the backtracking in your path.

“You alright, ma’am?” she called out. Jane and Matt perked up at Mads’s exclamation. Jane looked up at you with curiosity written in her features while Matt’s dark brows furrowed.

A quick gesture to the buzzing fur ball in your hands was all the trio needed. Their expressions quickly shifted from confusion to utter joy. They whispered among themselves about the newest addition to the mansion as you passed by.

That method is how you seamlessly moved through the bustling early-risers inside the foyer. One perplexed look was met with a nod to the kitten in your hands and the students parted like the Red Sea. Excited murmurs spread through the students like wildfire. “Is that a cat?” “Oh my god, kitty!” “It’s so cute!” “I hope we can keep it!”

The last student you passed before reaching your destination was Bella, a time manipulator. She was just on her way out of the professor’s study, closing the heavy oak door behind her. A kind smile met yours when she looked in your direction.

“Morning, ma’am. Need to see the- Wait, is that a cat?” she asked, eyes widening.

“Shhh. Yes, it is. Could you open the door for me?” you whispered. Bella lifted her first finger to her mouth, winking to indicate she understood, then twisted the brass knob and swung the door open before you.

“Good luck,” she whisper-yelled after you.

A grand office stood before you. Comfortable leather settees were positioned in front of a solid, mahogany desk. Rows and rows of bookshelves filled to the brim lined the walls. Trinkets and remembrances decorated available surfaces and empty wall space.

The professor, or Charles Xavier as you knew him, sat in his motorized wheelchair behind the large desk. His hairless head was lowered, blue eyes darting across the pages of a copy of House of Leaves. A single finger raised next to his aged face to acknowledge your presence.

“One moment, please. From both you and your new friend,” he said. A minute passed, seconds counted by the paws kneading into your shoulder, before Charles closed the book and met your gaze. A warm smile matched your enthusiastic one, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I found this little guy outside,” you began. The cat perked up at the mention of itself, eyes blinking up at you then looking at the professor. You ran a finger under the kitten’s chin as you continued, “He was an angry little fella, all bushy tailed, but he warmed right up to me. He was hiding in the hedges by the basketball court.”

“Ah, I see,” Charles replied. He lowered a hand to maneuver his wheelchair. The low buzz of the machinery heralded his movement as he rounded the desk to sit in front of you and the cat.

“I didn’t see any other cats around, but the good news is he seems to be old enough for solid food,” you said. The cat blinked slowly at the professor, its little nose sniffing the air in front of it.

“It seems his mother abandoned him. Weaned him off her too quickly and left him stunted. Poor thing,” Charles said, head tilting and lips pulling into a slight frown. You gawked at him.

“You can read the cat’s mind, too?” you asked. The abilities of the mutants around you never ceased to amaze. Especially one as powerful as Charles Xavier.

He smiled at the kitten, oblivious to your gawking, stretching out his hands to you, “May I?”

You gently lifted the cat off your chest, prying the tiny talons from your sweatshirt, and placed the furball in the professor’s hands. Charles lifted the cat to his chest and ran a gentle hand down its back.

“You’ll need to wake Rogue and Bobby, have them run to the pet store down the road. This one will need plenty of love and nourishment if he’s to thrive,” he said. You stared at him, dumbstruck.

“We can keep him?”

“He can stay, as long as he likes. Much is the same with the rest of those who live here,” Charles clarified. The little gray kitten nuzzled against Charles’s chin, the professor’s smile growing.

“Okay. Okay! Yes! I’ll go get Rogue and Bobby,” you said, absolute jubilation filling your lungs.

You left Charles and the cat to continue their telepathic conversation as you raced up the giant, double staircase. Ornately carved wooden banisters ran along the edges of the stairs, polish shining in yellow circles from the chandeliers hanging on the ceiling. When the stairs divided into two sets, running opposite directions, you cut to the right. Your feet skipped over carpeted steps in your haste to reach your destination.

Once your sneakers landed on the second floor, you broke into a jog down the hallway. Door after wooden door flew by you on both sides of the hall. Paintings of peaceful landscapes and glowing sconces lined the wooden walls. A large window sat in the white wall at the end of the hall. Daylight streamed in and cast golden spots on the wood floors.

You stopped at the last door on the left. Rapping three quick knocks on the door, you bounced on your toes. There was a cat in the mansion. A cat! One that would live with you! You silently thanked whatever god it was that decided for you to be next in the cat distribution system.

It took another set of knocks on the door for you to hear movement on the other side. Bleary groans and rustling sheets leaked through the cracks in the door. You bit your lip in an attempt to quell your excitement.

The doorknob turned and a ruffled-looking Rogue appeared in the doorway. Dark hair just barely smoothed down, eyes squinted, robe hastily thrown over a nightgown.

“Vampire? Shit, what time is it?” she asked, grogginess laced in her tone.

“Doesn’t matter. We have a cat,” you said. Your smile widened as you waited for her response. Rogue eyed you, up and down, as she assessed her living alarm clock.

“Logan’s not a cat. We’ve been over this,” she said. She exhaled a puff of air through her lips to blow at the white bangs that fell over her eyes. You rolled your eyes playfully at the jab.

“Not Logan this time. An actual cat. A kitten,” you explained. Rogue’s eyebrows rose as her eyes widened.

“Wait, there’s a cat?” Bobby called from beyond the door. His blonde head popped up beside Rogue’s. The couple seemed to be much more awake now.

“Yup,” you said, annunciating the p. Bobby and Rogue looked at each other, smiles growing, before looking back to you.

“Where is it? Can we see it?” Rogue asked.

“Charles needs the two of you to run and get cat stuff first. Like food, litter, toys. Anything you can think of,” you replied. At the first sign of them objecting, you continued, “You guys can get literally anything you want. Treats, cat towers, little obstacle courses. Just make sure it’s safe for a younger kitten.”

“We’re on it, boss!” Bobby said, happiness palpable and blue eyes sparkling, as his hand clapped on Rogue’s clothed shoulder.

“100%. This cat will be spoiled rotten,” Rogue confirmed. With that situation squared away, you gave the pair a quick nod, beaming at them, then took off back down the hallway.

The run back to the professor’s office was an even shorter journey due to you jumping down several steps at a time. A few students looked gravely concerned at your acrobatics. Especially Ash, who helped Jean with patching students up by being a walking pain-reliever.

Your hand caught on the doorframe of Charles’s office and you swung into the doorway, breathless. He and the cat were much like how you had left them. Tiny gray body tucked against his neck, both having their eyes closed.

“Bobby and Rogue are on their way out,” you said. Charles hummed in response, eyes falling open.

“This one’s taken a shine to you, my dear. Says you’re the first to treat him kindly,” he said, a proud smile painted across his face. You let out an incredulous laugh.

“Guess he really is one of us, huh?”

“More than you know,” Charles said through an amused chuckle. You approached the professor and ball of cuddles carefully, attempting to not disturb the little creature.

“Mrrpp?” the cat trilled. It squinted at you from beneath Charles’s chin, paws kneading into the back of the professor’s hands. You could almost hear its purrs from where you stood.

“Does he have a name?” you asked. You scratched beneath its furry chin as the cat stretched out its jaw into your hand.

“I was hoping you might know one,” Charles said. He pressed the cat into your hands and you gladly scooped the little ball of love into your arms. You could feel the purrs emanating from the cat’s belly vibrate against your chest. Tiny, thin whiskers tickled along the underside of your jaw.

“Jeez, uh. I don’t know. Let me think on it,” you responded. It was hard to think when all of your focus was drawn to the fluffy creature cradled in your hands. Charles chuckled at your indecision.

“I’m sure whatever you choose, our newest student will happily respond to it,” he assured. He used his now free hands to dust cat hair off his crisp, navy blue suit. As you turned to walk out, Charles said, “Make sure to give him a bath. This young one’s lived outside for far too long.”

“Will do,” you said. You shifted your arms so you could better support the cat on your chest, then set a course for the upstairs bathroom closest to your and Logan’s room.

It seemed the news of a cat on campus had spread throughout the student body. A large crowd had gathered outside of Charles’s study. Students, an array of ages and stages of dress, craned their necks over their peers to try and catch a glimpse.

“I wanna see!” Addie, a platinum blonde seven-year-old who could speak any language, called up from the space next to your hip. Your legs were framed by her and Ryan, a nine-year-old brunet with impenetrable skin.

“Guys, the cat is very small. He needs quiet!” you said, voice coming out as a stage whisper. A hush fell over the group in front of you. Wide, hopeful eyes blinked up at you. You sighed, untucking the cat from the crook of your neck and holding him in front of you. At the sight of the small bundle of fur in your hands, a buzz of excited whispers passed from ear to ear.

“Does he have a name?” Ryan asked. An echo of agreement sounded around the crowd.

“Not yet, so everyone start brainstorming!” you said. A renewed vigor filled the conversation as names were debated back and forth between students. You used the distraction to slip away, climbing back up the stairs and baring left this time.

This hallway was nearly identical to the one on the opposite side of the stairs. Wooden paneling covered the walls, patterned red carpet stretched down the middle of the floor, potted plants sat here and there. You knocked once on the first door to the right. Receiving no answer, you pushed it open.

Inside was a full bathroom. White tiles lined the walls and floor, the grout a cool gray. Warm patterned shower curtains hung from a steel rod suspended between two walls. A vanity mirror hung on the wall opposite the door. You flicked on the light switch, making the three globes above the mirror glow and send dancing reflections throughout the bathroom.

“Alright, fella. Let’s get you clean,” you said as you sat the cat in the sink. His little, furry body looked like a small sponge sitting in the white porcelain. A confused face looked up at you through squinted eyes.

“Mraow?”

“Yeah, I know. You’re not gonna like this part,” you responded. You leaned over, opening the white cabinets below the sink, and pulled out the unscented shampoo Logan liked to use. Straightening up, you noticed the cat had remained where you sat it. Prim, proper, posture like a little gentleman.

You smirked, scritching the top of his head between his ears. His face tilted up into your touch.

“Such a sweet little guy,” you cooed. You gave him a few more well deserved pets before scooping his little body and turning on the faucet. You made sure the handle was turned to a warm, not hot, setting and the pressure was nice and low.

The cat startled a bit in your palm at the sudden rush of water. A little paw raised, batting in the air between him and the running water. You dipped a finger in the water and brought it to his nose for proper inspection. A few sniffs, a couple licks, then his chin was rubbing on your fingertip again.

You took it as a good sign, dipping the same hand back under the faucet and letting the water coat your skin. Once enough water had gathered in your hand you lifted it to the cat’s back. He tracked your movement. Small, squinted eyes followed your hand as you placed your palm on his back. You felt the water droplets sink into the fluffy, gray fur and soak into his skin.

“This ok?” you asked, like the cat could give you an answer. The small creature blinked up at you. He seemed unbothered by the moisture. You gave him another palm-full of water to get him adjusted to the temperature, the sensation. Not a peep from this little sir.

You set the cat back in the sink, just the tail end of his back beneath the running faucet. He hunkered down into the smallest loaf you’d ever seen. Front feet tucked under his fuzzy chest, tail curled around his side, eyes blinking slowly up at you. You cupped water in your palm and let it run through his fur. Before too long you had a drenched, buzzing kitten in the sink.

“You are the strangest creature…” you wondered aloud. You popped the lid open on Logan’s shampoo and lathered up your hands. Thankfully, you didn’t spot any fleas or other parasites hopping on the kitten’s body. Washing out the dirt and grime shouldn’t take too long.

“Why are you hunched over the sink with my soap?” a gruff voice said from behind you. You smiled, looking over your shoulder.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you greeted. Logan leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest. He wore his trademarked white tank top and loose jeans buckled with a brown belt. His dark hair was fluffy and unstyled, long strands hanging in front of his wrinkled eyebrows.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he said. He pushed off the wall and stepped up next to you, his boots clipping on the tiles.

“Right. So, funny story,” you began. You ran your soapy fingers through the cat’s soaked fur. Logan’s hip leaned on the counter as he continued to stare at you. Jutting your chin down at the sudsy feline, you continued, “I found this guy outside and he made me think of you.”

“Made you think of…” Logan trailed off when his hazel eyes landed on the kitten.

“You know, with his cat ears,” you explained. You scrubbed at the kitten’s purring body while Logan spluttered next to you.

“Cat ears?!”

“Yeah. Those hair floofs you get when you style your hair. They look like cat ears,” you said. You pretended to ignore the pure indignation spouting from the man next to you. A knowing smirk stretched across your lips.

“I do not have cat ears,” Logan argued.

“Yes you do!” Rogue shouted, voice echoing down the hall.

Your indifferent mask broke as you doubled over, cackling. The cat’s head tilted as it watched your face disappear below the counter. Logan huffed, arms folding over his chest again.

It took you a few moments to regain your composure. Giggles bubbled up your throat everytime you glanced back at Logan next to you. He rolled his eyes at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he grumbled. But, because you knew him so well, you could see the smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

You cleared your throat, squaring your shoulders to rinse off the cat sitting patiently in the sink. Warm water trailed through your fingers and washed away the suds gathered on the kitten’s body. Squinted eyes watched you, blinking slowly and serenely, purrs vibrating against your hands.

“Happy little fuzzball, isn’t he?” Logan said. The kitten turned its head to peer at Logan. You ran a wet finger between its ears, smoothing the fur back and washing soap away.

“He certainly is,” you hummed. When an idea popped in your head, you felt your grin widen and your gaze slip over to Logan next to you, “You know, he still needs a name.”

“So name him,” Logan replied instantly. A tentative, large hand reached into the sink and ran two fingers down the cat’s soaked back. The kind and delicate gesture only further solidified your idea.

“Actually… I was hoping you could name him.”

Logan’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, relaxed expression melting into pure confusion.

“What?” he asked.

this short story is kind of a tribute to the lovely, lovely folks in the murdock tuna team. i have nothing but love and an endless stream of thanks to give to them. you all have inspired me to be a better artist, a better author, a better person. love you, blob blob 🐟

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espinosaurusrexex · 5 months ago

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Colin has a wet dream about you

a/n: I love Polin, but I am also obsessed with the Bridgerton men and you gotta let a girl dream... or rather her fictional crush 😏

word count: ~600

warnings: smut (wet dream - not super graphic), pining, Colin missing you :(

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

“Oh,” you gasp, “Colin!”

The white duvet crumbles beneath your writhing body, every curve and divot of your skin brands itself into Colin’s mind like a well rehearsed poem, or the tune of a song that just cannot seem to leave his head.

“I love you,” he whispers your name into your neck, the sweat coating his brow as if he were sparing with his brothers. Though he is doing quite the opposite indeed.

His hips push forward in gentle passion as he falls deeper in the all-encompassing pleasure that is covering his every being in warmth and shivers.

“I love you,” Colin promises once more, his lips grazing upon every surface of you he can reach until your hand tangles in his hair, holding him in place just as your mouth touches his.

“Say it back, my love.” Another thrust ruts through the both of you, and your damp breath travels past his face. “I am entirely yours.”

“I- ah! Colin, oh my-“ He is fighting the urge to roll you on top of him, to see your breasts bounce with every thrust, to weigh them in his hands and feel how perfect they are… especially when he runs his fingers over the pebbled flesh which makes your sounds pique. No, he needs his body pressed against yours, needs every inch of him to touch you in fear of it all being his wicked imagination. There is no risking your fading away.

“I beg you, love.” He is close to losing his mind if you don’t answer him soon, the urge of your confession growing greater than his need for release. But his body won’t stop moving. You are drawing him in deeper and deeper until your other hand scratches down his back.

You are a moaning mess beneath him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way… well, except for the fact that you have yet to pronounce your undying love for him so that you can both live happily ever after together.

Though, for some reason, that sentence never comes. Instead, the knot in his belly grows tighter and tighter until his eyes are skewed shut. One more thrust and he will tumble over into the warm and floaty feeling only you have ever brought him.

“Colin, look at me.” You stroke over his hair and stare at him adoringly. He can feel it now, the words on the tip of your tongue as you kiss him once more, and the warm tightness spreading throughout him when you finally say them.

“I love-“

A loud crash sounds from outside his room and Colin shoots up in his bed.

It takes him a second to come to again. The room he is in is sparely lit through the heavy dark blue curtains drawn before his windows.

He is hot, and bothered, he notices after dragging his hand across his dampened face, staring down at the prominent evidence in his lap. But the worst part of it all is… that he is alone.

“Are you alright?!”

“I am fine, Mr. Bridgerton! Please excuse the disturbance!”

“Do not worry!”

Colin falls back into his pillow with a heavy sigh and closes his eyes once more. The memory of your silhouette still lingers in his mind. The way the Greek coastal winds blew on your dress, your hair, making him fall in love with the slight dishevel, he would always connect to you.

There is nothing he misses more from his travels than your presence. And he mourns every day he has to spend without you now.

With a heavy heart, and a silent tear springing from them, he presses his face into the silk sheets, wishing, hoping, praying, to see you once more.

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PAIRING: brothers bsf! sunghoon x f!reader

WARNINGS: cussing, jealousy, sex, oral (m receiving) MINORS DNI!!!

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The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as you wake up in Daecheong, your mind still buzzing with the remnants of last night's conversation with Saerom. Your revenge plan, a daring little scheme that's both out of character and exactly what you need right now, is set into motion with a simple phone call to an old fling. You're not usually one for pettiness, but seeing Sunghoon and Ningning together has worn down your patience, and you're ready to show sunghoon he was an average fuck – even if a small voice in the back of your mind whispers that none may compare to him.

The agreement to spend the day at the lake comes easily, with everyone eager to enjoy the warmer weather. The house is a flurry of activity as everyone preps for the day, the kitchen buzzing with the sounds of breakfast and light-hearted banter. You're all gathered, plates in hand, when an unexpected knock echoes through the space, slicing through the chatter and leaving a startled silence in its wake.

with a heart racing from excitement and a hint of mischief, you call out, "I'll get it!" All eyes swivel towards you, a mixture of curiosity and surprise etched on their faces as you stride confidently towards the door. Your hand wraps around the knob, turning it with a flourish to reveal the person on the other side – Jaemin, standing there with that familiar smirk that promises nothing but trouble.

In that moment, as you stand in the doorway with all eyes on you and Jaemin, you feel a surge of satisfaction. This is your game now, and you're playing to win.

Jaemin's arms wrap around your waist in a familiar yet unexpected gesture, pulling you into a warm hug as he greets you with a playful "hey pretty." The air crackles with a mix of surprise and amusement as you lead him into the bustling kitchen.

"Hey everyone, this is Jaemin," you announce with a smile, introducing him to the group despite the fact that he's already acquainted with the Ksana boys. The easy camaraderie between Jaemin and Heeseung is evident, a connection that transcends mere acquaintance, forged through shared moments at past parties and gatherings.

Sunghoon's expression shifts ever so slightly, a hint of confusion flickering across his features as he observes Jaemin's arrival and the interaction between you two. His gaze lingers for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle curiosity dancing in his eyes as he processes the new dynamic in the group. The air around him seems charged with a mix of emotions, leaving you to wonder what thoughts are swirling in his mind amidst the morning's unfolding events.

Heeseung's voice cuts through the hum of conversation, his tone a mixture of surprise and genuine curiosity as he addresses Jaemin, "Jaemin, hey, what are you doing here?"

without missing a beat, Jaemin's arm wraps snugly around your waist, drawing you closer into his side. He flashes a confident grin, his eyes alight with a playful spark as he responds, "Ynnie here invited me." The words hang in the air, weighted with an unspoken understanding that his presence is as intentional as it is welcomed.

Heeseung's eyes narrow slightly, a shadow of uncertainty passing over his expression as he takes in Jaemin's casual display of closeness. "Right," he says, the word edged with a hint of skepticism, his protective instincts flaring up subtly at the sight.

You catch the tone in Heeseung's voice, and with a quick, pointed glance, you communicate a silent message to him, one that's clear and firm: "don't even think about it." Heeseung pauses, reading the resolve in your eyes, and after a brief moment, he nods almost imperceptibly, deciding that it's better to let the weekend unfold without interference, to not dampen the spirits of the gathering.

Jaemin seamlessly integrates into the group, his presence injecting a fresh energy into the morning, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at how your little revenge plan is unfolding. The day ahead promises to be filled with unexpected twists and turns, and you're ready to embrace every moment of it.

As the group organizes themselves, the logistics of car space quickly become apparent. With the other vehicles filled to capacity, you find yourself heading towards Jaemin's car, the two of you naturally pairing off due to the lack of space elsewhere. The engine hums to life, and the convoy begins its journey to the lake, the anticipation of a leisurely day ahead palpable in the air.

The silence in Jaemin's car lingers only briefly before he breaks it with a question that carries a hint of his characteristic confidence. "So what's the real reason you called me here? You haven't hit me up in months, miss me that much?"

You can't help but roll your eyes at his presumption. "Get over yourself, I simply just need to prove something," you retort, keeping the true motive close to your chest.

Jaemin casts a quick glance your way, a mixture of amusement and curiosity in his eyes before returning his attention to the road. "And that is?" he probes further.

"I'm not telling you, just shut up and drive," you respond, an edge of playful firmness in your tone.

"Yes ma’am," Jaemin replies, his chuckle resonating in the confined space of the car, acknowledging the unspoken rules of this little game you've started.

the cars pull up one by one to the lake, each person eagerly disembarking and stretching their legs after the short drive. The group quickly falls into a bustle of activity, claiming a spot and setting up for a day of sun and relaxation.

Once everything is in place, you stand and begin to shed the layers of clothing that conceal your carefully chosen bikini. As the fabric falls away, you become acutely aware of the eyes on you. You catch Sunghoon's gaze for a brief moment, his look is fleeting but noticeable. Then there's Jaemin, who, when your eyes meet, offers a shameless smirk, clearly unfazed by the moment.

However, it's not Jaemin's attention that you're seeking. His smirk might be confident, but you find yourself wishing it was Sunghoon's eyes that lingered on you, not just a passing glance but a look that held a hint of something more, something deeper.

The group finds solace from the sun under a large umbrella tent, lounging in their chairs while the guys take on the task of inflating tubes for the water. The sound of air filling plastic melds with the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore. It's Sunghoon's voice that cuts through the casual chatter, his question pointed and unexpected.

"Since when have you guys been a thing?" he asks, looking directly at you and Jaemin.

The question hangs in the air, and you can feel the shift as everyone's attention suddenly turns towards you, a mix of surprise and curiosity coloring their faces. You open your mouth to respond, but Jaemin beats you to it.

"We had a little fling months ago, and I guess she missed me so much she had to bring me here," he says with a teasing tone.

You let out a deep sigh, frustration bubbling up as you elbow Jaemin in the abdomen, a silent reprimand for his cheeky remark. "Ignore him," you say, trying to dismiss the implication.

Turning to Heeseung, who looks a bit uncomfortable with the conversation, you scramble to smooth things over. "We're just... hanging out! Yeah, we enjoy each other's presence, right?" Your words are punctuated with a pointed look at Jaemin, a silent plea for him to play along.

"Right," Jaemin concedes, perhaps catching the warning in your eyes.

Sunghoon nods, a simple "Ahh, gotcha," escaping him, his response doing little to dispel the tension but enough to move the conversation along.

Jake declares the tube ready, passing it to Saerom, who eagerly heads towards the lake to lounge on the floatie under the warm sun. As she drifts away, you turn to Jaemin, holding out the sunscreen, a silent request for his assistance. Without hesitation, Jaemin takes the sunscreen from you and starts applying it to your skin, his touch gentle and familiar.

A quick glance towards Sunghoon reveals him already watching the interaction, You quickly avert your eyes, but not before catching his knowing gaze. It seems like your plan is falling into place.

As another tube becomes available, you seize the opportunity to float on the lake, soaking in the sun's embrace on your skin. Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon's gaze lingers from a distance, the memory of your soft skin beneath his fingertips vivid in his mind. He's lost in the recollection, a silent yearning to relive that night's sensations, though he'd never openly confess it.

Ningning's voice snaps him back to reality, her concern evident as she checks on him. "You ok?" she asks. Sunghoon brushes off his momentary distraction with a casual, "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just hot. Are you getting in the water?" Ningning nods, "Yeah, just wanted to make sure you're good," she replies before Sunghoon reassures her, "Don't worry about me." With a smile, she joins you and Saerom in the water.

The conversation flows effortlessly among you three, Ningning bringing up the topic of you and Jaemin. "So you and Jaemin, huh? I didn't see that one coming," she comments. "Yeah, me neither, to be honest," you respond, and laughter follows as the trio of you delve into discussions about school, boys, and more. as much as you hate to admit it, ningning is actually a really fun person.

The arrival of Niki, Jungwon, and Sunoo adds a new wave of energy to the water-bound group. You're caught off guard when Niki playfully splashes you, his chuckle a familiar sound that prompts a feigned exasperation, "Niki, you bitch-" But your words are cut short as you leap off the floaty and onto his shoulders in a playful pursuit, "I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" he exclaims, laughter bubbling up from everyone witnessing the scene.

Jungwon chimes in, still chuckling, "You think he'd know not to mess with y/n by now," as you retaliate with a splash far grander than his, water flying into his face. The playful banter and lighthearted splashing are the perfect display of the camaraderie and shared experiences that you so appreciate.

Back on shore, the dynamics shift as the guys observe the playful chaos unfolding in the water. Heeseung's comment, "How'd I end up the only bitchless guy here?" elicits laughter from the group, highlighting his unexpected solo status among couples. Jake's suggestion, "You should've invited Kazhua," only adds to the amusement, pointing out Heeseung's missed opportunity for company.

Heeseung's response, "Well, I didn't get the memo we were all inviting girls," is met with Sunghoon's playful jab, "Sucks to suck," teasing him further.

everyone immerses themselves in the joy of the water. Jaemin's closeness is undeniable, his actions intimate yet affectionate as he wraps his arm around your waist under water, leaving a soft peck on your neck, prompting a smile to grace your lips. Heeseung's playful protest, "Hey! Please don't be all kissy with my sister in front of me," cuts through the moment, drawing laughter and the collective gaze of the group.

While the scene is light and full of laughter, a keen observer might catch the flicker of annoyance on Sunghoon's face, adding a layer of unspoken complexity to the mix. The day continues with the group enjoying each other's company, both in and out of the water, culminating in a shared meal that brings everyone together. As the day winds down, the group retreats back to the house, carrying with them the memories of a day well spent.

The group's laughter still lingers in the air as they return to the house, the day's escapades etched into their sun-kissed skin. One by one, they peel away from the collective hum of friendship to find solace in the showers, the warm water cascading down, taking with it the salt and the lightness of the ocean breeze.

In the living room, the couch becomes an oasis of comfort, each person finding their spot, nestling into the cushions. The TV flickers to life, casting its glow on the room as scenes from various movies unfold, a quiet companion to their shared relaxation. The films roll on, a comforting backdrop that fills the room with familiar sounds and images, allowing for peaceful moments of reflection.

As the sky outside darkens, the aroma of dinner begins to permeate the house, a siren song that eventually coaxes everyone away from their cinematic reverie. you gather around the sitting in between sunghoon and jaemin, serving each other with the same ease as they share jokes and recount the day's highlights.

And there, amongst the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of voices, you finds yourself stealing glances at Sunghoon, heart caught in a silent dance of uncertainty. Each look, each accidental brush of hands under the table, is a question left unanswered, a story untold. Despite the laughter around the table, a thread of tension weaves through the room, as delicate and as potent as a whispered secret.

the night deepens, the house begins to quiet down, the energy of the day's excitement giving way to the calm of the impending night. One by one, everyone bids each other goodnight, voices a soft symphony fading into whispers as they retreat to their respective rooms, the promise of tomorrow's adventure already sparking dreams of rugged trails and verdant vistas.

In the solitude of your room, you reflect on the day, the laughter at dinner, and the plans for the hike tomorrow’s morning. you made jaemin sleep on the floor not putting it past him to try something had you let him stay in the bed with you. you feel yourself start to doze off, the exhaustion hitting you all at once.

In the calm of the morning, wrapped in the soft cocoon of bedding, you lie motionless, the muffled sounds of your friends' departure seeping through the walls like a distant melody. Saerom enters the room, taking a seat on your bed opposite of where you were laying’ “y/nnn wake up, we’re about to leave” you groan, tucking yourself further into the sheets, as a muffled “i’ll stay behind” left your lips. saerom sighs but ultimately leaves you, knowing better than to wake you and have to deal with a grumpy y/n.

An hour slips by like a shadow in the early light, and the pangs of hunger gently nudge you from the embrace of slumber. With the languid grace of the newly awakened, you descend the stairs, each step a soft echo in the quiet house. The kitchen, awash with the warm glow of morning, reveals Sunghoon, an island of stillness amidst the mundane rhythm of breakfast and idle scrolling.

His gaze lifts as you enters, a silent acknowledgment passing between you before words find their way into the space. "You didn't go on the hike?" you inquire, curiosity lacing the simple question.

Sunghoon's response is casual, a shrug in his voice as he explains his absence. "No, hiking isn’t really my thing, plus it’s too hot." The words hang in the air, a simple truth that seems to say more about his character than the words themselves.

"Ah," is all you offer in return, a sound that carries a world of understanding. Turning towards the fridge, you search for sustenance, the normalcy of the action grounding you in the reality of the day. The domestic scene unfolds with a quiet comfort, two souls sharing the simplicity of a morning unfurling slowly, the unspoken connection between you as nourishing as the food you seek.

you’re preparing your food when you feel sunghoon’s presence next to you. “be honest” he says “did you invite jaemin here to spite me?” you’re a little unsure how to answer “what are you talking about sunghoon?” “well seeing as you haven’t even so much as muttered his name in these past few months it’s a little hard to believe you took him back so suddenly” he tells you in a sarcastic tone.

“fuck off sunghoon, worry about your own relationship” a hint of anger and annoyance in your voice, who did he think he was??? “is that what this is about? me inviting ningning?” he shifts closer to you, his voice going to a whisper, “she was supposed to help me forget about you but, it hasn’t worked” you shoot a glance at him, making direct eye contact “what?”

“i haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night, and I know it’s wrong but fuck baby not a minute goes by where i don’t crave your touch” you’re utterly speechless, this whole time it was all an act? to get over you? you don’t think too much before you pushed your lips against his in a hungry kiss.

your tongues exploring each other's mouths. you could feel sunghoon's hard cock pressing against you , wanting to feel him inside of you. you wanted him so bad, deciding to skip foreplay, you reached down and started undoing his pants, freeing his cock. quickly pulling down your shorts and panties after.

Sunghoon grabbed your ass and lifted you up, pinning you against the kitchen counter. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. He started thrusting his cock and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"Fuck, I missed this," sunghoon whispered in your ear, his lips moving down leave kisses on every exposed inch of skin of your neck.

"Me too," you replied, moaning as he fucked you harder and harder.

you were both lost in the moment, your bodies moving in sync as they chased their orgasms. it was messy and quick, the both of you desperate to feel each other again. you could feel yourself getting close, and you knew that sunghoon was too. you grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper inside you.

"I'm gonna cum," sunghoon whispered, his voice strained.

"Me too," you replied, your voice trembling.

you both came at the same time, your bodies shuddering as they released your loads. Sunghoon pulled out and collapsed on the kitchen floor, panting and sweating. you slide off the counter and lay down next to him, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm.

you lay there for a moment, catching your breath, taking in what just happened. you looked at sunghoon and smiled.

"Wanna do it again?" you asked, voice playful.

Sunghoon looked at you and grinned.

"Always," he replied, pulling you closer and kissing you deeply.

you both get up off the floor, gathering your clothing as you follow him up the stairs to his room.

the both of you shed whatever clothing is left, hopping in the shower. you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him, moving down to his neck and slowly sinking down to your knees, he doesn’t even protest, letting you have your way with him, after all it’s all hed been thinking about since you both got back from japan.

you take his heavy cock in your hands, giving it a few quick strokes before sticking out your tongue to lick his tip. he quietly groans, taking that as a sign to take his entire length into your warm mouth. "fuck baby, you take me so good." He ran his hand down your arm, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin. "missed your mouth so fucking much."

you felt a shiver run down your spine as sunghoon spoke, his words sending a rush of heat to your core. you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you could satisfy him in such a way. you quickened your speed, sunghoon threading his hand through you hair pulling it gently,

but your moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of commotion downstairs.

sunghoon's eyes widened as he realized your friends had returned. He quickly reached down to help you up, whispering, "They're back."

your heart sank as you realized how bad it’d be if everyone found out what you two had been up to. you quickly wrapped the towel around yourself and made your way to your room after gathering your clothes, trying to be as discreet as possible.

once in your room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. your moment had been ruined, and you couldn't help but feel like you had been caught in the act. you looked at yourself in the mirror, still glistening from the shower, and couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for sunghoon

Meanwhile, sunghoon was still in the shower, trying to compose himself after the interruption. He couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for what you had just done. But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you had felt the same way this entire time.

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