#grey water pump tips

[pumpingstationsuk]

In the realm of water conservation and sustainable living, grey water pumps have emerged as pivotal components. As environmental concerns continue to rise, particularly in the UK, understanding how to select the appropriate grey water pump for your needs is more crucial than ever. This guide aims to demystify the selection process, ensuring you make an informed choice.

[fear-is-truth]

SLEEPING IN ✶ KAI ANDERSON

╰ when your cult leader boyfriend sleeps in.

tags: nsfw ⨟ mdni. fellatio, does this count as somno (?)

a/n: pls excuse the crummy writing, i wrote this in like 15 minutes & english is not my first language </3

You pushed the door to your shared bedroom open quietly, careful not to shatter the stillness of the morning. it wasn’t often that Kai slept in, especially on a saturday. usually, you’d wake up to find him already gone—up before sunrise and wrapped up in whatever scheme he had cooked up. but today, you found him still tangled in the sheets, fast asleep.

his blue hair was a mess, and his features were relaxed, the furrow in his brow that seemed to permanently live there now smoothed out. you took a quiet breath, then stepped closer, your footsteps light against the floor as you made your way to his side of the bed. stealthily, you knelt down, resting your arms on the edge of the mattress as you gazed at him, brushing a few strands of hair away from his face, the slight stubble on his jaw grazing your fingertips. his lips twitched slightly at the touch, but he didn’t wake. instead, he shifted a little, turning his head just enough that his features relaxed even further. he seemed so far from the man you dealt with every day.

a part of you wanted to let him rest—it wasn’t like him to be this peaceful. but another part of you knew that if you allowed him sleep in, he’d complain about wasting the morning, even if the sight of him in this rare state was anything but wasted on you.

the blanket had fallen somewhere around his waist, leaving his chest and abs exposed to the cool morning air. his broad chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, the definition in his muscles clear under the soft light. his abs, taut and sculpted, dipping down to that sharp v-line, disappearing into his grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. you glanced down, catching the prominent tent straining against the crotch area.

god, it was too tempting.

lithe fingers explored the plane of his chest and sculpted abs, between his hipbones and the band of his sweatpants and a delicious shiver of anticipation sparked through your spine. after a few moments of stealth — tugging and pausing, you managed to slide his boxers halfway down his thighs and above his knees, and the enticing way his cock sprung out and hit his toned abdomen, the pink tip decorated with a pearly bead of precum made your mouth water. “perverted sex kitten” was what Kai sometimes called you when he was half-annoyed, half-aroused by your horniness, and you supposed you were indeed living up to the nickname.

licking your lips, you propped yourself up on your elbows and positioned between his legs, gathering your wits. you dipped your head down and pressed a kiss on his tip experimentally. he didn’t stir. emboldened, you licked a stripe up his length, dragging the prominent vein on the underside with your tongue before taking the entire head of his cock in your mouth.

hollowing in your cheeks, you flicked the tip of your tongue against the lip where the head and the shaft was connected, before swirling circles over his cockhead, lapping at the familiar, salty precum that had accumulated. he grunted, his thighs constricting around you briefly but still, miraculously dead to the world. you reflected on how nice it was without having Kai yanking at your hair and attempting to shove his entire dick down your throat — even after all this time, the thick girth of him still made your jaw ache; you were never able to fit all of him. wrapping your fingers around the base to compensate, you began to take more of him down your throat, going inch by inch. bobbing your head, you made sure to coat his length with your saliva, and when some of it dribbled out from your lips, you used it as lubricant to pump him with your hand.

at this, Kai let out a strained moan, face scrunching in confusion and pleasure as his hips bucked up instinctively against the mattress to meet your mouth. pulling back your head, you sucked in a desperate breath, lungs burning. his eyes snapped open as he stared down at you.

“the fuck are you doing?”

he grumbled hoarsely, but there was no real ire in his voice. impatient as ever, Kai reached out a hand to grab a fistful of your hair and shoved his cock past your lips and down your throat, the tip of your nose pressing against his lower abdomen, saliva dampening the warm skin there. shifting his other hand, he curled it around your neck, cursing under his breath when he felt the prominent bulge in your throat. the tip of his cock was nudging into the back of your throat, but your gag reflex was basically nonexistent now, thanks to him.

he thrust into your mouth a few times, the mattress creaking with his movements and you could tell that he was close, judging from the telltale throb in your mouth. Kai hissed through his teeth when you started pumping him in earnest, kneading his balls with the heel of your palm for extra pressure.

“goddamnit, f-fuck… m’ gonna cum,”

with a final thrust, hot spurts of come hit your tongue and you gulped it down. cheeks flushed, milky rivulets of his release and your saliva dribbled down your chin as you stared up at him through your eyelashes, watching as his eyes slowly fluttering open. a lazy smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and without saying a word, Kai beckoned you over with a slow, effortless wave of his hand.

“good morning,”

you purred, slipping onto the bed and crawling over him, settling yourself gently on top of his chest. he reached up, fingers brushing along your jaw before he tilted your chin down with his thumb. in one smooth motion, he pulled you into a kiss, deep and slow, lips warm against yours. clearly, he didn’t care about when your mouth had last been. his other hand rested on your waist, and you smiled against his lips, feeling his heart beat steadily beneath you as his hand moved to cup the back of your neck, keeping you right where he wanted.

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[suntoru]

─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[jammiee097]

little fuck toy

Warnings: 3racha x reader, threesome, shower sex, eating out, jerking, sucking dick, getting caught, friends with benefits, taking nude pictures, handcuffs, dirty talk, slut calling, cursing.. let me know if I forgot something 🙈🙈..

but most likely enjoy :)

My eyes went to the sound of the door immediately. It meant Changbin and Chan came home from the gym. I was so horny I just needed chan so much.

Chan and I have been FWB for over 4 months now, and I absolutely love it. I can just fuck him almost every time I feel horny, no more use of my own fingers, but his long dick. My mouth began watering of that thought.

'Y/n?' He said and looked inside the house. I turned up from the couch immediately. I was wearing my pink gym trousers which displayed my so lovely ass, and one of my tank tops, the same color. I knew he loved me in this.

He smiled and walked towards me, while Changbin went to the shower directly. 'Did you have a nice workout?' I ask looking at his sweaty forehead, his compression shirt so tight I could see his little abs. His grey sweatpants fitting him so nicely. 'Yeah, it was alright. You look extremely nice.' He says and looks at me questioning. I smiled and slowly turned around. I could hear a soft breath losing his mouth at the look of me. 'Did it for you..' I say, I look around seeing Han sitting on the couch. I stand on my toes trying to whisper something to chan. 'I'm soaking baby.. you need to do something about it..' I put his hand under my pants, letting him feel my pussy through the fabric.

Again a soft whimper left his mouth when He felt how wet I was for him. 'God your so sexy..' He says, 'Wanna hop in the shower?' He says, I nod.

walking over to the shower we couldn't resist anymore. I stopped him in the hallway, putting my arms around his neck kissing his soft lips. He gave him immediately, putting one of his hands on my hip and the other squeezing my ass. I moan softly between his lips of the grip he has on me. He slaps my ass, hard, feeling the frustration he has. I put my legs around his waist and he walked over to the door still kissing me.

Once we opened the door, We heard moans already.

'Fuck~ baby..'. We look at each other, getting of his waist and turning around. I look over at the shower, Changbin standing in the shower with his phone. jerking himself off. So enjoyed in his own pleasure he didn't even see us. His head facing the sealing as he fastened his pace. 'That nice ass, fuck~' He moans again.

Chan coughs. making the aroused changbin react. 'Oh fuck~' He says, his eyes wide, while trying to cover his hardened dick he let his phone flip out of his hands on the marmer floor. I gladly walk over to pick up his phone. 'Changbin you really need to close- IS THAT ME?' I say looking at his phone. He snatches his phone out of my hand. 'Go away. Im showering.' He says waving with his hand. Chan already walking out. 'No, Was that me? that was me huh? Are you jerking off to me?' I say and look at his eyes. 'What, no..' He says. 'Let me see your phone then, cause I clearly saw my face.' I say and cross my arms. making my boobs look bigger. I look at his eyes growing slightly bigger. I smirk and lick my lips slowly, trying to drive him crazy. 'Fuck it, yeah it was you.' He says and shows his phone.

I look at his phone, displaying a photo of me in my bikini on the beach, laying on my stomach displaying my ass real good. 'Chan?' I ask and walk over to him. 'Are you in for some pleasure?' I say and smirk. 'You want us both?' He says. I nod. 'Alright.'

I put off my pants leaving me in my pastel pink thong with white lace and my tank top. lowering myself on my knees in the shower, Taking changbin's fat cock into my hands. 'Do you mind?' I say slowly licking from balls to tip. 'Fuck no.' He says and plays with a lock of my hair. I smile pumping him, giving it kisses while looking him deeply in his eyes. 'So gorgeous.' He groans. I take him into my mouth slowly pumping him. Spitting on his dick, using my tongue trick on him while he began being a moaning mess.

I could feel chan behind me, also on his knees kissing my neck, shoulders. His hand wear on my waist slowly going under my top, my top was already draining in shower water, making it clear to see my matching pink bra under it. 'Can I take this off baby..' He whispered into my ear, biting softly in it. I nod. making changbin moan of my mouth movements.

I pull him out of my mouth and let chan pull of my top. His hands go to my bra squeezing my tits with no mercy. It makes me moaning around Changbins dick, making him more desperate for me. 'Go on chan, Fuck this feels good. dirty fucking slut.' He says putting his hands on the back of my head slowly fucking my mouth. I could feel chan his smirk onto my neck. his hand goes over my stomach on to my thong. He teases by going from left to right just under the waistband. When he kissed my neck several times he finally put two fingers in, finding my clit and making petite circles on it, making me moan.

'Fuck baby, that feels good.' Changbin says and fastens his pace, fucking me in my mouth. I Choke slightly of his thick dick. 'I- Shit, I can't take any longer, your mouth is so fucking warm baby.' He says, chan going a bit faster on my clit. the pleasure is much, but I could bare it. 'Fuck im gonna cum. im gonna-' And with one last thrust of changbin I could feel his cum shooting at the back of my throat. He lets go of my head. I smile, a little cum dripping out of my mouth. Chan removes his hand wiping away the cum with his thumb.

'Lick baby.' He says and I lick the cum off his thumb. Chan and I fully unclothe and step with him under the shower, chan his dick already hard. I wanted to drop onto my knees when they both stopped me. 'Nah Princess, you already did enough turn around to the wall.' Chan demands, stroking his dick slightly.

the tiles of the bathroom wall feeling cold against my body. 'Bent a little.' He says, his hands on my waist positioning me. 'Just like that... Ah Fuck~' He says filling me up without a warning. 'So tight babygirl.' He says slowly moving in and out of my dripping pussy. I moan loudly. He fastens a little with every thrust, making little whimpers into the air around us. His hand squeezing my waist lightly everytime he thrusts into me.

In the mean time Changbin went out to dry himself. looking at us the whole time, my face turned to him. His big muscle arms flexing with every move he makes, making me lick my lips. 'Liking the view babygirl?' Changbin says throwing away his towel. His hair slightly wet, his big body looking so delicious. In the mean time a jealous chan started thrusting deeper and harder into me. 'Hey, don't look at him like that.' He says. I moan before saying anything, 'So what?' I say and smirk at changbin. He cups my face. 'So lovely.' He says. 'Hell nah, she's a fucking slut, wanting two dicks. Can't even enjoy this one.' He says angrly slapping my ass. 'Fuck chan, that hurted.' I say looking at him. 'Don't get mad, your own fault.' He says and smirks. pushing himself extra deep, touching my g-spot. I moan out loud, 'do that again, im sorry baby.' I say, he thrusts into me very deeply, pulling away my butt cheeks. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum.' I say and touch my clit. Chan snatches my hand. 'Hell nah.' he says again and places my hand on the wall again. 'You don't get to touch yourself princess.' He whispers leaving kisses on my back.

Chan goes from slow and deep, to extremely fast. the sloppy sounds being louder, his balls slapping against my cunt. his hands on my waist making me thrust into him more and more. 'Fucking slut.' He says. The only thing I can do is moan, my pussy slightly hurting from the amount of movement. 'Fuck.. Im gonna cum, your gonna be so full of cum baby.' He says and slaps my ass again, enjoying seeing it jiggle. He comes seconds later, the same with me, making my legs shake a little. He turns me around kissing me roughly, his tongue slipping inside of me, the water still running down on us.

'Come on darling, gonna pleasure you more.' Changbin says and tilts me up to his bedroom. He throws me on his bed, hair still wet, body still wet, pussy still wet enough. Chan comes in too, two pink sets of handcuffs in his hands. He puts them on my wrists closing the other end to the pole of the bed. only my legs still free. 'What are you guys..' Changbin picks up his phone, taking a photo of me laying on his bed, completely naked.

'Who are you sending that too.' I say and look at them. They both laugh. 'Doesn't matter darling, you are ours to ruin.' Chan says climbing on the bed to kiss me on my lips. his legs locking me in between him. 'You're so beautiful princess.' He says and kisses down my stomach. 'Now im gonna eat you out like the dirty girl you are.' He softly says smirking at me. I try to look down at him. Licking my clit, flicking it with his tongue. I moan softly. both his hands on my thighs. He kisses them to tease me. 'No go back.' I say. He comes up. 'Aww, no begging princess. Guess that's one edge in.' He whispers making me gasp.

He starts eating me out, licking my pussy from my hole to my clit. I arch my back out of the pleasure, closing my eyes. changbin went to stant next to me. 'open your eyes baby.' He says and looks at me. 'You gonna be a good girl to us?' He asks. I poutly nod yes, wanting to moan loud.

Chan has always been good at eating me out, that flat tongue of him being so large it could everything with me, enough saliva to actually make me finish so nicely. 'Taste so good.' He moans against my clit. 'Fuck chan, im gonna cum.' I say arching my back.

'Well, cause that will be with someone else.' Changbin says. I look at him, not understanding him. He just smiles and flicks chan on his shoulder. Chan stops and kisses my lower stomach one last time before leaving.

I groan out of irriation. Being all confused.

then I hear someone on in the hallway talking to him.

'I'll do my best.' He says and then appears in the doorframe.

'Hey wonderful. in a need to cum?' He says and licks his lips at the sight of me.

Han standing in the entrance of changbin his room. His dick displaying on the fabric of his shorts. He rubs his crotch through his pants looking at me. 'Talk to me.' He says. 'Yes.' I say and he just smirks. He pulls down his pants, not all the way just low enough to pull out of his dick. he places himself on my entrance and thruts into me. 'You looked so good in the picture baby.' He leans over me, kissing my neck while slowly thrusting into me.

'Making me hard immediately.' He whispers making me gasp moan. 'Fuckk~' I say and arch my back a little. He just giggles and graps my hips, thrusting me onto him faster. 'Did those guys tell you how good you felt? mhm?' He says. I shake my head. 'No? you feel so good darling, so fucking thight.' One of his hands leaving my waist for a second. Putting the end of his shirt into his mouth. then placing it on my waist again. 'Gonna make me feel good mhm?' he muffles out. I nod. 'Good girl.'

He thrusts deeper and harder into me, more like chan did in the shower. I moan and whine for his name, dick and everything else. he felt so good. 'yeah yeah. gonna fuck..' He says slowing a bit down. He presses his thumb on my clit rubbing it fast, making me choke on my moans. He thruts into me more and then when I know it, We both come at the same time. He falls down next to me.

Both trying to catch our breaths. Changbin and chan come walking into the room. Changbin having a cup of water into his hands, and Chan a black hoodie of his to put onto you. 'Our little fuck toy mhm?' He says petting my head after putting on the hoodie.

I giggle before taking a sip of water.

[fictionismyreality3]

Stress Reliever 18+

Warnings: degradation (whore, slag, slut), smut !! Literally just sloppy SmUtttt

Notes: very demure, very mindful 😌 Gaz is so babygirl 🤗🤗

"Bet you like tha', you fuckin' slag."

The umbrella rack had long since been knocked over, water droplets dotting the entryway rug. There was barely enough time to get the door locked before Kyle was shoving you against the wall.

Normally, he would see the heaviness in your face, the way your shoulders slumped as you entered your apartment, and have a bath and your favourite show on before you could get your shoes off. But he could see the look in your eye was different today. You didn't want coddling. You just wanted to forget for a while.

Kyle had no problems with that.

Aching already, he rolled his hips up into your ass, the grey sweats he was wearing doing nothing to hide how hard he was. Every brush of his bulge against your clothed cunt had you arching your ass out, silently begging for him to do something. Anything.

"Yeah, look at you." He cooed, his voice soft but the words condescending in a way that had your head spinning. ""Bout ready to beg for it anywhere, huh?"

Your pants were pulled down to your ankles before you got a chance to respond. Mouth watering, Kyle ripped your panties off you and tossed them to the side, already lining himself up against you.

It was all so fast you were reduced to nothing but a panting mess, choking out a sob as he slammed into your sopping pussy without warning, hissing at the way your walls clenched around him. One of his hands threaded through your hair, holding you by the nape of your neck and shoving your face against the wall.

"Yeah, y'look like a proper whore now, eh?" Skin slapping on skin, your eyes watering at the brutal pace he set.

"Ky, I-" A slap to your ass.

"Shut the fuck up and take it."

With your face pressed against the wall, you couldn't see the way Kyle's eyes were rolling back in his head, the sensation of your pretty cunny sucking him back in like the greedy slut you were had him reeling. His groans and pants echoed in the foyer, the weight of him pressed up against your back. Growling in your ear, he was barely fucking you any more, just rutting up into you for his own pleasure.

You were his to use.

Finally, you got a chance to catch your breath when he forced you to your knees, the hardwood stinging at your skin. He'd kiss your bruises later.

It didn't last long, because he was already rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your lips, breaching the entrance of your mouth with a groan and a mumble about how warm you were.

Swirling your tongue around him got his attention, his eyes falling on you with a half-lidded stare. There was a moment which passed, a breath where you both looked at each other and felt the softness exchanged in your gazes. But then Kyle grabbed a fistful of your hair and shoved his cock down your throat.

"Good f-fuckin' slut." He managed to gasp, bottom lip between his teeth. "Do your fuckin' job an' make me cum."

This is what you wanted. The absence of all thought, no more worries or remembrance about the day you had.

The head of Ky's cock hit the back of your throat, forcing a gag out of you that only spurred him on. Holding the back of your neck, he pressed your face into his lower abs. You could practically feel his cock in your stomach with the way you were face first into his pelvis. The musky scent of Kyle combined with the lack of oxygen had your head spinning.

"Yeah.. yeah, oh- oh fuck." He ignored your little hands hitting his thighs in protest.

"Choke on it."

Black spots poked at the edges of your vision when Kyle pulled out, slapping his cock against your face a few times. Through teary eyes, you just caught the sight of him furiously pumping his veiny cock before he was cumming all over your face with a string of curses.

"Get the fuck up. M'not done with you."

[swanlakebaby]

— close call | pjm

prompt: almost getting caught.

⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: smut, bf jimin, agoraphilia, blow job, bj, kissing, risky

⸝⸝ word count: 949

⸝⸝ note: i been sick for a few days but now i feel better! there’s not much of a build up in this one and it kind of gets right into the point ~ this is just something quick i thought about earlier and the idea of it sounded fun and interesting so i wanted to turn it into a short scenario :) i hope you enjoy!

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

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the door clicks shut as jimin turns his neck and looks back at you , holding his finger up to his lip , motioning for you to stay quiet. you grin and hop off the bed slowly , walking over to him. he pulls you close to him and pushes your head down , forcing you to get on your knees.

you look up at him and begin unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down. his bulge was begging to jump out of his boxers. there was a small patch of dark grey that stood out against his light grey boxers , indicating that jimin had been horny for a while. you rub the small patch of prscum with your index finger and thumb , giggling as jimin twitches slightly.

“don’t tease.” jimin says , looking down at you impatiently. “you do it to me all the time.” you say , still rubbing his tip. he grips onto your shoulder firmly. you finally stop and hook your fingers on the sides of jimins boxers and pull down , slipping down his boxers and revealing his cock. it springs out , firm and hard.

the sensation of your mouth watering makes you excited and you take no time whatsoever to shove his cock inside of your mouth. he groans lowly , looking down at you with half lidded eyes as you begin sucking him off. you wrap your right hand around his cock , only going as far as your hand would let you.

jimin begins to pant and make small noises. you look up at him , his cock still shoved in your mouth , telling him with your eyes to quiet down. you trail your left hand up his abdomen and abs as he grabs onto your hand , holding it up against his chest. he holds your hair in the other hand , the loose strands of your hair spilling out between his fingers. when he begins to thrust inside of your mouth , it only arouses you even more now. you prop yourself up on your feet and open your legs. you unwrap your hand from his cock. jimin takes notice and places his other hand on the other side of your head.

he deepthroats you with no regard of you possibly choking or gagging. still , you follow his pace , allowing him to abuse your mouth with his cock. with your legs now open , you slip your hand through your shorts and feel your vagina. it’s wet and slick now. you begin slowly fingering yourself to the same pace jimin fucks your mouth.

he grabs onto your head , slowly pushing it away from him until you reach his tip. you tease him , firmly sucking on his tip and jolting your head back. small pop sounds escape your mouth as you do this. jimin says something unintelligible under his breath , enjoying the feeling that came with you playing with his tip.

you lift up his cock and reveal his balls. you begin sucking on them as jimin’s cock rests on the side of your face. slurping sounds and tiny pops fill the space. suddenly remembering there was other people in the house , jimin stops suddenly. he reminds you to be quiet before allowing you to continue. you continue sucking on his balls , pumping his cock up and down.

after a few moments , you stand up. your eyes are watery and your face feels hot now. jimin grabs your neck and kisses you , trailing down your neck and begins nibbling on your collarbone. you smack his arm , not liking the feeling of his teeth against the thin skin of your collarbones. he smirks and turns you around , bending you all the way over. you hold yourself up with your hands as jimin holds his cock , and quickly slides inside of you , not bothering to take off your shorts and panties first.

he holds onto the loops of your jean shorts , using them to firmly move you back and forth on his cock. your legs feel shaky as jimin pounds you roughly. the sounds of his balls smacking against your legs slowly becomes louder with each thrust. trying not to get caught , you grab onto his wrist , forcing him to stop. you stand back up and get back on your knees.

jimin slaps the tip of his cock against your tongue , admiring the visual of you on your knees. you begin sucking him off once again , shoving himself so deep inside of your mouth , your face practically touching his lower abdomen area. he holds the position with his hand pushing your head down on him.

suddenly , footsteps quickly approach the door. the person behind the door knocks , asking for jimin. you look up at him as he bites his lip , not wanting to end the moment. he lets go of your head and takes his cock out of your mouth. you gasp and cough , a small tear running down your cheeks. jimin pulls up his pants quickly and walks over to the door.

he looks back at you , making sure you’re fully covered and can appear normal if need be. you wipe your the saliva from your mouth with your arm and stand up , laying on the bed as though you’ve been resting this entire time.

jimin’s face is a faint pink color , and his belt dangles from his pants. he opens the door and chats with whoever was on the other side as though everything that just happened , didn’t.

written by swanlakebaby™

[galacticseonghwa]

water - Zhong Chenle

INCLUDES: fem!reader x non-idol!chenle, SMUT, hair pulling, dancer chenle, swearing, fingering, degrading, name-calling, plotless smut with no real ending, based off the song 'Water' by Tyla wc: 844 a/n: not proofread. i'll come back eventually and make this better but I'm too lazy rn😭

there was no warning as chenle walked through the door before he had you pinned to the wall, both your hands caged in one of his on top of your head. his head tilted to the side as his tongue fights with yours in a heated kiss.

hearing your breathing hitch, chenle moves his body into yours and grinds his body into yours. you could feel how hard he was through his grey sweats and your silk black pyjama pants. “baby.” his voice drawls as he pulls away from your lips and to your neck.

his breath falters as he feels you remove your hands from his grasp and into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly before tugging his head back, a moan leaving his pretty lips as you do so.

chenle looks down at you with the biggest smirk on his face, despite his head being angeled backwards. “chenle” you whisper into the thick air, chenle manages to free his hair from your grasp and place one of his hands under your chin to keep you looking at him.

chenle’s mouth moves towards yours, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips the way he did when he was in need of you so badly.

“how was practice?” you ask out in a small voice as chenle picks you up by the thighs and walks you both towards your shared room.

he hums as he places a soft kiss on your lips. “started learning a dance that reminded me of you.” he whispers in between kisses. chenle pulls away to turn his bluetooth speaker on and connect his phone.

water by tyla starts playing as chenle places kisses down the side of your neck.

make me sweat, his hands are pulling your shirt from over your head gently.

make me hotter, he’s kissing down your stomach eyes on you the whole time.

make me lose my breath, his hands are in your shorts rubbing soft circles on your pantie-covered folds.

make me water, he’s got you rid of all your clothes and pumping his fingers in and out of you in a way that has your toes curling.

“chen-le.” you gasp out and grip his wrist, he smirks down at you moving his fingers even faster as he leans down to capture your lips with his. the cool feeling of the rings on his fingers sends you further into a whirlwind of pleasure.

chenle loved having you beneath him like this, his fingers deep inside you with rings on his fingers and his most expensive watch on his wrist. chenle watches your face scrunch and in an instant, he knows you’re close.

he uses his thumb to rub small circles over your clit, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip as he smirks down at your fucked out face. “that’s it baby, come for me hmm?” chenle urges in a low voice.

your body shakes with your orgasm, chenle watching with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his sweats beginning to feel too tight as he palms himself through them.

chenle stands up on his knees, you following suit not too long after to chase after him. he frees his cock from its confinements, he looks down at you as he grips his length and pumps a couple of times.

“open that pretty mouth of yours for me, yeah?” he speaks as he taps the tip of his cock on your lips. not wasting any time you open your mouth and let chenle push himself into your warm mouth.

chenle throws his head back while his left hand pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to bring your head closer to his crotch. “that’s it, baby. i love that mouth of yours.” his moans came out almost harmoniously as he looks back down at you.

your face smeared with tears and drool as he fucked your face the way he liked best. “my favourite scene, baby. my cock so far down your throat, you’re gagging and drooling over me.” his voice comes out deep as he pulls your head closer to him.

“keep sucking me like that baby, ‘m almost there.” his head thrown back, a sight you wouldn’t trade for the world. your free hand slips between your thighs and rubs small circles over your clit.

you moan around chenle, making him snap his head back towards you. chenle pulls himself out of your mouth and pushes you back against the bed. “stupid girl, already cock dumb and couldn’t wait.” he seethes, his hands gripping your sides.

“wanna be fucked like a slut, yeah?” you nod your head vigorously up at him. chenle scoffs harshly, but you don’t miss the way he smiles down at you with so much love.

one thing about chenle was, no matter how harsh his words may seem towards you during sex, he would always have the most loving smile on his face or so much love in his eyes just to make sure you knew he wouldn’t actually call you that to hurt you.

[uselessmicrowave]

for a friend

tfp optimus prime x reader x megatron (pt 2)

part two of this post

tws/content- dubcon elements, dark themes, megatron being a weird mf, voyeurism, shock collars, petplay, master/servant, edging, sticky interfacing, oral

“Good bot, Optimus. Now I want to see you. Open your panels and press your spike into it. You want to have your pet like this in the future, don’t you, Prime?”

“Y- Yes, Lord Megatron.” instead of shoving his spike directly into you, Optimus swipes his servo over his glossa, gathering oral lubricant on his digits. He rubs at the tip of his spike groaning, then reaches down to in between your thighs. Optimus hesitates, looking up at you for permission. You nod.

“I said,” another shock to the poor, detained bot. “spike it.”

“I’ll try to be gentle.” he quickly rubs at your entrance. “I don’t know if I can-” Optimus is cut off with his own yelp, the warlord pushing his hips into yours. It hurts like hell, the pain stings around your whole waist. You shut your eyes and clench your jaw in discomfort. “M’ s-so sorry Y/n-”

“Awe, are you?” Megatron leans into the autobot, faceplates next to faceplates. His whole frame shudders, his spike twitching inside of you. “How does that feel, Optimus? Is it too much?”

Optimus, somehow, looks so much more overwhelmed in this state. Megatron is responded to by a weak moan, desperate and high.

“Tight!” Optimus’ optics flare brightly, his frame shuddering audibly again. “Oh- frag!” his voice booms around you, you suddenly feel scorching hot liquid taking up space inside of you. It’s a struggle to keep his huge aft spike inside you, even halfway inside. Now with the transfluids, his spike is being pushed out. It feels like you’re a water balloon about to pop.

“Overloaded already?” a shock to the autobot makes him flinch hard, his spike twitches inside of you. “Bad bot, prime.” Megatron pulls the red bot back and out of you, taking hold of the collar. Some of the fluids gush onto the cold tabletop.

“Be a good bot.” Optimus lets the grey mech bend him over the table, his faceplates are pressed right up against your sex.

“Hnn!” Optimus’ vents push against your body, his optics closed in an attempt to not get so charged up again and to conceal the amount of arousal he was really feeling.

“You know what to do with them, don’t you, Optimus?” Megatron prompts. The autobot shakily opens his intake, pushes his glossa past his dermas and in between your legs. His optics are lazily trained on your body, oral lubricant spilling out onto your thighs.

Optimus hums as he licks at your sex, tasting his and your fluids. He moves towards your soaked entrance. He gently prods his way into you, craning his neck cables to give you the most he can.

You moan at the sensation, arching your back and tensing. It’s not painful as it was before, his glossa is a much better fit for your fragile human body. He gingerly pumps his glossa into you, massaging all of the places that had been abused prior. Optimus can feel you squeezing down on his glossa, he knows his faceplates are painted blue and burning against your skin. It would be a reddish color for the next few days with the temperature of his plating.

It’s beginning to be too much stimulation for you, you whine and writhe against the mech’s faceplates. Optimus reaches a servo up to you, taking hold of your thigh and holding you still. You paw at his servos, not so silently begging for him to let you squirm. Optimus keeps a hold on your body until you buck into his faceplates, so close to your peak of pleasure.

But, unfortunately, Optimus decides to cease the thrusting and instead he begins to kiss at your thighs. You whine loudly and protest by tugging at his audial fins and kibble, Megatron chuckles.

“I never knew you were such a little tease, Prime.” the warlord muses, watching the autobot’s movements. “I need you to be a good bot and make them overload, can you do that?”

Optimus immediately continues his actions from beforehand, shoving his glossa in and out of your tight hole. Megatron places a hand on the prime’s helm, almost gently, pushing his faceplates into your malleable body. “Good bot.”

“Mmph…” Optimus’ voice sends pleasant vibrations through your body. It makes you even more needy, closer to your edge.

“Yes, give them what they want.” with a slow lick to your sex, you reach your peak and writhe against his glossa. Optimus pulls away from you, letting you ride the pleasure out fully.

Out of nowhere, an overwhelming tiredness washes over you. Your body goes slack on the cold table, breathing hard to cool down and slow your heartbeat to calm yourself. Drool drips from your opened mouth onto your chest, it runs down your side.

Optimus, licking his derma, has your fluid all over his faceplates. His eyes are still lazily watching the relieved and tired expressions you make.

“I think that you have overwhelmed your little toy.” Megatron rumbles. “No matter, we can continue without the plaything.”

The grey mech picks you up in his cold claws, taking you through a door to a separate room. He carefully sets you down on a table covered with soft fabric. Megatron softly speaks to you, “Be a good little human and stay right here, hm?”

Then he exits, leaving you alone and in the warm, welcoming darkness. You decide to rest, maybe you will fall asleep, maybe not. The fabric rubs against your skin in an almost comforting way as you lay down and relax. The longer you stare at the high ceiling, the heavier your eyelids would get.

Just before you fall asleep, there is a quiet voice. “Recharge well, little organic.”

You’ve woken back up. It’s the middle of the night, you are on top of a sleeping Optimus, kind of near the base, someone has dressed you, and you have a blanket covering your body. Optimus is still warm, but without the thick purple blanket you would be freezing. Your mind is too fuzzy to wonder who gave it to you.

You turn your attention to the mech, his optics are offline, and his vents are steady. There isn’t a collar around his neck cables anymore, the poor bot’s vents rattle as he cools himself down. You rise and fall on top of his chassis.

You can see an infinite amount of stars from here. Without the light pollution from a big city, the stars are able to shine clearly. There are no clouds to spoil your view.

It wouldn’t be too bad to stay out here tonight.

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tactless .

short story .

(nothing to do with the sturniolos)

warnings : themes of domestic abuse . childhood trauma , smoking . abusive relationship.

(ps. i’m fine lmao , i’ve never been in an abusive relationship!! i just randomly wrote this)

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tactless

the burn in my throat seems to ache more now . the hit that usually gets my blood pumping and adrenaline flooding makes me nauseous and dizzy . the pavement gives me no comfort, the damp concrete seeping into my grey sweatpants .it’s not the cold that seems to bother me , or the mark the water will leave , it’s the body that slumps down next to me that makes my skin crawl .

“i’m sorry” his voice is course and scratchy , and i can feel his thigh touch mine before i flinch away , bringing the half smoked cigarette to my lips once more . the taste of the burnt leaves stains the tip of my tongue , making it numb. pity it can’t do that to the rest of my body as i can feel his shakey hand meet my knee . i close my eyes at the contact. wishing , praying that this is all some messed up nightmare fuelled by too many books i can wake up from and analyse in the comfort of cold sheets . but it’s not . the ache in my cheek reminds me of that every pulse of the bruised skin , a secondary reminder that this is infact real . even if the feelings aren’t the pain is . the dull ache is real . the headache is real . he is real .

“look baby i didn’t mean it” chase says as he runs his hand up and down my leg . my bottom lip quivers as i can feel a sting in my nose , and the streetlights opposite us blend into streaks of light. the water pooling in my eyes , threatening to spill . i blink them away and look straight ahead . my face a emotionless one as i feel the tears i kept cruelly contained flow over my cheeks. giving my raw skin a second of respite as the cooling liquid glides over the surface, dripping to my jaw and sliding down to my collar bones .

i’ll stay . i always do . it’s hard to run away when there are shackles attached to your ankles . written in nothing but spilt tears of childhood deeming it gospel to stay , a contract i signed as soon as i climbed into bed with him . manacles deeming me senseless , holding me down and giving me no space to breathe . the only breath i get is what he allows me , the moment his weight is lifted from my chest , i take a breath . i take a walk , i allow myself a moment to feel . truly feel. then he’s home , and it’s back to being a robot . a machine programmed especially for him , to speak for him to hear , to listen for him to talk.

it’s tactless . it’s a game .i’m playing by his rules and i’ve always played fair .

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idk wether i wanna tag anyone in this as it’s nothing to do with the sturniolos but ik that @urmyslxt wanted to read it so here !!!

[saltyinternetflower]

I went crazy and wrote some NeyMessi. Again. 🙈

Summary: NeyMessi kiss in Marquinho's party

Rating: Mature

Tags: fluff and smut, drunk confession, mention of smoking, boys kissing

Pairing: Leo Messi / Neymar Jr

The best thing about Marquinho's party is the DJ.

Well, Marqui himself is the DJ and he plays the same electro trance Spanish music on every event, but nobody seems to mind as the playlist is fire!

Leo awkwardly stumbled to the corner, looking desperately for a familiar face. He didn't have to wait long though. KyKy, Achraf, and Ramos pulled him into a group huddle.

"Monsieur Messi!" Ramos bowed dramatically as he handed Leo a red plastic cup with a drink that looked shocking pink!

"Bottoms up, man!" Kylian patted his arm affectionately.

Hakimi gave him a cheers, and gulped down his own cup thirstily.

Leo sniffed at the drink gingerly. He really shouldn't! He had practice next morning.

But then his eyes fell on a tall figure on the dance floor, wearing a sequined black jacket and dancing very closely with a Latina!

Neymar whispered something to his dance partner, and the lady just melted into a pull of laughter. Ney flashed a blinding smile, his diamond ear-stud matched the shine as it caugh the disco light overhead.

The tip of Leo's ears burnt. Suddenly, his throat felt dry. He drank deeply from his cup. The drink was too sweet for his taste, but the heady aftertaste made up for it.

"There you go!" Ramos slapped Leo's shoulder, overjoyed. He handed him another cup, which Leo finished with two big gulps!

After that, the drink flowed easy, and words flowed freely. Leo found himself giggling and swaying lightly to the music.

"Care for a dance, lindo?" A heavy hand wrapped around Leo's shoulder.

"Neyyy!" Hakimi beamed.

"Now you remember us, puta? Now that Leo's here?" Kylian scrunched his nose in mock anger.

Leo felt Ney's heavy breath fanning his neck. He smelled like smoke and cherry brandy! Goosebumps rose on Leo's skin as he struggled to hide a shudder.

Ney slowly turned Leo round to face him. His eyes were a different color under the psychedelic lights. They were grey like a stormy sea.

"Shall we?" He bit his bottom lip, sending another spark through Leo's foggy mind.

"I thought you already had a partner?" Leo gulped, his eyes dropping to Ney's lips.

"Not anymore..." Ney shrugged, and tugged at Leo's black jacket.

Leo ignored Ramos's wolf whistle as he headed to the dance floor with Ney.

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Neymar was a blur on the dance floor. He took off his jacket and tied it around his waist like a schoolboy.

The tattoos on his bronze skin glistened sinfully. His lithe frame moved perfectly in sync with the catchy beats.

Next to him, Leo was totally out of his element, like a fish out of water! He pumped his fists a few times, not to look like a complete fool, but later gave up and stared at Ney instead.

Oh boy, Ney looked glorious! He was dressed in all black outfit, with a black faux leather cap, body hugging black tee, and fitted black ripped jeans.

Leo was glad he chose a red t-shirt for himself instead of his regular light blue one, even though his black jacket and navy blue jeans were rather plain.

Leo's trance was broken by a sudden tug forward that bumped him against Ney's strong chest. He blushed violently when he felt a pair of arms snaking up his back!

"Come on, mano, you need to relax and have some fun", Ney pressed his face against Leo's neck and whispered.

A soft moan escaped Leo's lips, followed by a mumbled curse. Ney froze, then slowly pulled away to look at Leo.

"Everything okay, Leo?" He looked concerned. His grip on Leo loosened.

"I... Ney you know I've got two left feet. Can't dance." Leo tried to steady himself. He missed the touch of Neymar's hands the moment it was gone.

"God forbid you had two left feet, Leo! All the defenders from Espana to Brasil would have drowned in their own tears..." Neymar winked.

He gently put two hands on Leo's shoulders, and moved leisurely from side to side.

"Your left feet is magic, mano. And there ain't a thing in the world that Leo Messi can't do!" Ney breathed, nosing at Leo's neck.

Leo felt himself relaxing into Ney's gentle embrace.

"You keep saying things like these all the time..." He chuckled.

"And I mean every word of it", Ney smiled against Leo's skin. " Besides, we won't be any worse than... that", Ney pointed at Kylian and Hakimi trying to do a robot dance.

It was a disaster! It was hilarious! Leo crackled with delight.

For the rest of their time on the dance floor, Leo let Ney lead him. They laughed and shouted and did three rounds of shots.

They danced until droplets of sweat beaded their lips.

"The paps were right! You're Messi's little b*tch, ain't ya?" Someone said with an unpleasant drawl.

Vitinha!

Leo groaned. What's wrong with that guy? Always trying to pick up a fight with Neymar!

Ney casually flipped him off, and turned to Leo.

"Let's get out of here", he gestured towards the door.

Leo nodded. The last thing he wanted was to create a scene in a team party. He quietly followed Ney out of the jostling crowd.

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They got into the elevator, and Neymar pressed a button simply marked as "M". Leo was too tired, and too full of alcohol to even wonder where they were heading.

"I'm wasted, nino..." he offered Ney a droopy smile, and slowly slid down to the floor of the elevator.

Ney doubled over with laughter. "You're the funniest grandpa around", he hiccuped and wiped the tear off his face.

"I'm not THAT funny!" Leo burped, sending Ney into another uncontrollable giggling fit!

"Come on, lindooo..." Ney pulled at Leo's arms, dragging him to his feet. The elevator door opened with a ding, and the cool Paris wind greeted them with an icy welcome.

When they stepped outside, Leo couldn't believe his eyes! The Michelin star hotel had suddenly transformed into a fourteenth century castle, as if by some magic!

He looked at Ney with wide eyes, who was busy rolling what most definitely looked like a doobie!

"You're not gonna smoke that! Ney, did you forget practice tom..." Leo's protest dried in his throat as Ney flicks his lips to lick the cigarette paper.

Ney's eyes stayed on Leo as he lit the joint with a fancy electric lighter, and hollowed his cheeks to take a puff of it.

Leo stared, transfixed, as the smoke curls around the soft, plump curvature of Ney's lips.

"Did you know this hotel used to be a King's castle, centuries ago?" Neymar took another puff and slowly exhaled it out.

Leo shook his head, trying not to focus on how husky Ney's voice sounded, possibly due to the smoke and the cold.

"The King gifted the castle to his only son, the prince... But the prince didn't want to rule." Ney continued, with a faraway look in his eyes.

"Why?" Leo's voice shook a little. The cold clouded his breath.

"The prince fell in love... With his manservant. One day, the King caught them in the bed, together, and killed them both with a swing of his sword", Ney sighed, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"A few parts of the hotel still remains... Just as it used to be in the fourteenth century. It's a heritage hotel", Ney's lips curled to breath out a chain of perfectly shaped smoke rings.

Leo felt a deep, nameless ache swelling in his chest. He could see the city lights glowing in the distance, the Eiffel Tower looking like a tiny replica wrapped in fairy lights. And here they were, amidst the ruins of a castle haunted by two star crossed lovers, with a party raging several floors beneath them!

"You're shivering", Neymar noticed. He quietly offered the joint to Leo, but Leo shook his head.

"I don't... I've never smoked one", he said in a small voice.

Ney took a lazy drag on the joint, his eyes, twinkling with an amused spark, never left Leo.

He then slowly leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to Leo's. He gently parted Leo's lips with his forefinger and thumb.

He blew softly into Leo's mouth, filling him with an earthy, woody smoke.

"Breath", Ney whispered.

Leo's eyes watered, his lips tingled. His fingers tangled into the thick curls of Ney's hair.

They were so, so close!

Ney dropped the joint and crushed it under his shoe. He took off his heavy black jacket and wrapped it around Leo's shoulders.

His hands found Leo's waist, and pulled him flush against his body.

"Mano, I've something to tell you", Ney pinned Leo with an intense gaze. Leo's inside was on fire. He sucked on his bottom lip, his voice lost in his dry throat.

"At first, I wanted to be like you..." Ney's lips peppered Leo's neck with feather-light kisses.

"And then... I wanted you."

Ney's lips lingered over Leo's, like a burning question.

Leo had never wanted to kiss someone more!

"Do you want me too, Lionel?" Ney let out a shaky breath.

Leo didn't answer. His eyes dropped to Ney's lips...Plump, pillowy, inviting!

Leo flicked his tongue and licked Ney's bottom lip. It felt even softer than it looked. Soft and cold, and a little chapped.

Ney mewled! The sound went straight to Leo's d*ck, unfurling a deep, dark pool of desire within him. Moments later, Neymar's lips crushed against Leo's in a soul stirring kiss.

Hot and wet, Ney's mouth was like a furnace. He was eager, he was impatient. He chewed and licked at Leo's bottom lip until Leo parted his mouth to let him in.

The soft slide of their lips and the sound of their mingled breath filled the space. Leo was drowning in a nameless ocean of want, of desire, of tenderness.

"Let's get you to a bed, baby?" Ney purred softly against his neck.

Leo nodded, clutching on to him tighter. He was ready!

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If you have made it this far, thank you, bestie 🥰🥰

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Hemkund Sahib is one of the most revered pilgrimage sites nestled amidst the stunning mountains of Uttarakhand,

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Types of Water Damage

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Grey Water Damage: This involves water from appliances like washing machines or dishwashers, which can contain contaminants. It requires more thorough cleaning and disinfection.

Black Water Damage: The most severe type, water damage restoration fort lauderdale involving water from sewage backups or floodwaters. This water is highly contaminated and poses serious health risks.

Steps in Water Damage Restoration

Assessment and Inspection

The first step in water damage restoration is to assess the extent of the damage. Professionals use advanced tools like moisture meters and infrared cameras to identify affected areas and determine the type of water involved.

Water Removal

The next step is to remove standing water using pumps and vacuums. This is a critical step to prevent further damage and reduce the risk of mold growth.

Drying and Dehumidification

Once the excess water is removed, the drying process begins. High-powered air movers and dehumidifiers are used to eliminate moisture from walls, floors, and other structures. This step is essential to prevent mold and mildew.

Cleaning and Sanitizing

All affected areas and items need to be thoroughly cleaned and sanitized to ensure no contaminants remain. This includes carpets, furniture, and personal belongings. Specialized cleaning agents and techniques are used to restore these items.

Restoration and Repair

The final step involves repairing any damage caused by the water. This can range from minor repairs like drywall patches to major reconstruction efforts. The goal is to restore the property to its pre-damage condition.

Prevention Tips

While it's impossible to prevent all instances of water damage, taking proactive measures can significantly reduce the risk:

Regular Maintenance: Regularly inspect your plumbing system, roof, and gutters for any signs of wear or damage.

Install Water Detection Devices: These devices can alert you to leaks or excessive moisture, allowing you to address issues before they become severe.

Proper Landscaping: Ensure your yard is graded properly to direct water away from your home.

Emergency Plan: Have a plan in place for dealing with potential water damage, including a list of emergency contacts and a clear action plan.

Why Professional Services Are Essential

Water damage restoration is a complex process that requires specialized equipment and expertise. Professional restoration services in Fort Lauderdale offer several advantages:

Rapid Response: Professionals can quickly assess and address the damage, mold remediation west palm beach minimizing the impact on your property.

Expertise: Trained technicians understand the nuances of different types of water damage and how to treat them effectively.

Advanced Equipment: Professionals have access to industrial-grade equipment that can handle large-scale water removal and drying.

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Daily Drabble Project May 11-20

5/11/23 Bad Penny yawned and shook his head. He had been happily napping in a patch of sunlight on the sofa, but the patch had moved and there were people talking loudly in the room. Bad Penny blearily shook his head again and then stretched out his front legs and flexed his claws. The black cat slowly pulled himself upright flicking his tail as he jumped up onto the back of the sofa. From there he jumped to the top of the nearest bookshelf, out of reach of the people below him, but still able to keep an eye on them.

5/12/23 Melanie stared blankly at the pot of water sitting placidly on the stove in front of her. Perhaps it was true that a watched pot never boiled, but Melanie wasn't watching the pot. Not really. Her thoughts were a million miles away busily untangling the lyrics of the song that was currently stuck in her head. So absorbed was she in trying to remember what order the verses went in that she didn't even notice when the water did start to bubble. Melanie was only pulled from her thoughts when the water boiled over and sizzled loudly on the burner.

5/13/23 Bubbles jumped in the mud puddle. It made a huge splash sending mud everywhere. By now Bubbles was well and truly covered in the muck, but he didn't care. He was having too much fun. He stomped forward through the puddle, sending up more sprays of mud, before running on to the next big puddle to jump in. Bubbles had plenty of mud puddles to play around in after the recent rainstorm. Some of the puddles were truly something to behold. Bubbles jumped into the next big puddle and sank in up to his ankles. What fun he was having!

5/14/23 Sasha frowned at his pencil. The tip had become dull and needed to be sharpened but Sasha was feeling lazy and didn't want to get up and go sharpen the pencil. Finally, he got bored of just sitting around and staring at his dull pencil and not drawing anything so he got up and went looking for his pencil sharpener. He dug around in his art supplies looking for the good metal one and not the cheap plastic sharpener that wasn't as good. At one point Sasha had had an electric pencil sharpener but he hadn't seen it in years.

5/15/23 The wall was littered with old photographs and postcards. Most of them featuring Kiki and Boba in various exotic locations such as the World's Largest Ball of Twine or Four Corners. In a place of honor in the middle of the messy collage was a picture of the two girls standing outside of Wall Drug in South Dakota. The photos spanned across decades of time, from when the girls were little and traveling with their families up through to adulthood and traveling alone or with only each other. In every picture Kiki and Boba both wore the same wide smile.

5/16/23 Right, so there's this man called Jerome Pulver. And Jerome is just starting his first day of work at the office, and he's like super excited about it. He just can't wait to sit at a desk all day and make phone calls and go to meetings or whatever. Make small talk around the water cooler. Yeah, like he's really pumped up about this office job, he loves it. So, it's Jerome's first day and he's being shown around the office and introduced to everyone and all that. And then he suddenly realizes that his boss is a ghost! What?!!!!!

5/17/23 Scandish wiped his nose with the back of his hand. It was quite cold that day. He had his shoulders hunched to protect his exposed ears from the stiff breeze. He watched through watery eyes as a small crowd gathered in the grey street in front of him. For as unpleasant as the weather was everyone, Scandish included, had turned out to hear the news. Nothing was official yet, for all the gossiping, they were all still waiting for the final announcement. Scandish preferred to keep out of all the speculation. He stood apart from the crowd and merely watched.

5/18/23 Sable jogged lightly down the deserted road. It wasn't her favorite place to jog, there wasn't much to look at scenery wise. Sure the various trees were pretty enough, but they were all there was out there along the road. Dandelions had started to come in so at least there was some color at least. The buds on the trees were also beginning to bloom into bright green leaves. The world wasn't a gray blur anymore which was nice. All the same Sable would have preferred a little more variety in things to look at while she went out jogging.

5/19/23 Vashy the bunny hopped through the meadow. It was a bright sunny day and Vashy was feeling very happy. Then he saw Yatna sitting quietly in the grass up ahead. Yatna was stuck up and hogged all the best food and pretended Vashy smelled bad even though he didn't. Vashy did not like Yatna. To him she was the worst kind of bunny. But Vashy refused to let Yatna ruin his good day. He hopped up beside Yatna and then flopped over into the grass as though she didn't exist and he was the most content bunny in the world.

5/20/23 Marsha shifted in her chair. She stretched her legs out. She crossed them. She leaned back in the chair. She leaned forward with hunched shoulders. Whatever she did, Marsha couldn't find a comfortable sitting position. She crouched awkwardly like a gargoyle on the seat of the chair. She stood behind the chair and leaned over the back. She sat in the chair sideways with one arm draped over the back of the chair and one hand resting on her laptop keyboard. None of it worked. Marsha was forced to admit that her fancy new chair failed completely as a chair.

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It is surely distended, as if the other just decided to chug down gallons of water without stopping. The rutting slows to an idle rock, overstimulated but eager to do more, Nemesis all but keeps the man close still. By the time he's completely stilled, it's clear he's interested in doing more, the way his cock twitches within and begins to writhe as it slides out inch by thick, girthy inch.

Once the tip is nearly out, it's pulled out unceremoniously with a loud pop and gush of thick come; Splattering against the ground like a crime scene painted in white. The man is slowly put down to the ground, the tendrils retreating back within the grey flesh while he watches how he handles having to deal with the added weight and suddenly back down on his feet. His breathing is erratic and puffed out, the machine lodged within his chest pumping all the more and yet there's no action to leave or even attack.

His head turns to look at the weapon, however, orders mingling back into the forefront of his mind. The sole eye looks back down towards Leon, interest conflicting with the mission and frustration begins to ebb it's way into his mind.

Taking a step towards it, the Tyrant picks up the weapon with ease, looking over the contents of the ammunition and the trigger of the blaster. It would be easy to continue, to shoot it off into the distance and continue on.

Then again, there is the issue of arousal still and the man before him having left quite the impression. Decisions, decision.

He expected there to be a lot but not quite as much as this. The other's come fills his insides to the brim, making him whimper quietly. He can feel the way come drips out of him, down his thighs, hell probably even onto the fucking ground with the way it leaks out of him constantly.

He certainly feels like his belly is distended, his eyes are wide in surprise, and he's gasping constantly from the feeling of the hot sticky come deep within him.

Fuck, he didn't even realize it was possible to fill him up this much. It's both unbearable and amazing all at once and it seems as if the Tyrant isn't quite done, not with the way he keeps rocking.

It pulls forth more whines and whimpers from the oversensitive agent. By the time this is all over, he knows he's going to be sore and ready to pass out - especially if the Tyrant decides to keep going.

"Nnngh. See? Wasn't that much more fun?" Leon breathes out in between raspy gasps. It's a goddamn miracle he hadn't screamed out in pleasure from his orgasm, but he's trying to be quiet, even if it's damn near impossible.

How much more of this can he take? Can he even take more? Fuck, he wants to keep going. Isn't that fucked up? That he wants this monster to take him over and over and over again.

"L-Looks like someone's not done, huh? You want to keep going, is that it?" It's a struggle to talk. He feels so full, not only from his large cock still buried deep inside, but the come as well. It is still steadily leaking down his thighs and legs and Leon knows he must look like a fucking mess.