#so found out today the kitchen sink is leaking

[sweetimpurity]

i think i speak for alotta Miguel lovers...but we need more blue collar Miguel. Bots AND fics.

🍊 no.2

Whatever you like. Mechanic. Engineer. Construction. Welder. Bricklayer. Tiler.

Could be in a relationship with us or maybe just the guy who comes around.... Oh even a maintenance man. Handy man. Bob the builder. Nah. But we all know we'd love to see him working a car..

Thank you anon for all these wonderful requests! I'm working my way through them and consuming the necessary media to do these justice haha! I love it! 🍊

These bots can all be found on my profile: sweetimpurity on c.ai!

Blue collar husband ೄྀ---ˊˎ-

He’s tired and dirty after work…

He's tired and dirty, sore and achy. Coming home after an insanely long day and walking up the steps to the front door is his last big hill to climb. All he could think about all day was your pretty face. He absolutely hated leaving the bed this morning. Wanted to stay there with you in his arms. But his job is demanding and tough. A different construction sight, more shingles, new bricks to be laid all the time. But he does it all for you. Even more than for himself.

He finally makes it to the door, opening it with his key and stepping in. Relishing in the quiet of the apartment, knowing you're in here somewhere.

"Baby, I'm home..." He calls softly, putting his bag down, peeling his jacket off and the hat he was wearing pretty much all day. "Jesus..." He sighs, seeing the dust covering the brim of the cap, watching it fall off onto the carpet and onto his hands. "I'm filthy..."

Handyman Miguel  :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

He’s come to fix your pipes… 😉

The faucet is leaking again. Of course. Because as soon as you get someone to come fix your radiator, something else would break. With the cabinets under the sink wide open, towels scattered across the floor, the boards under the sink soaked and warped, cleaning supplies and things all scattered across the kitchen floor... you're just waiting for your savior to finally come. The plumber you called in a sort of emergency request to help stop your floor from completely flooding through.

So antsy you wait here. You live alone so there aren't any roommates sharing in your panic. Watching the pipes leak into a pan under the sink, checking it every half hour. Watering your plants on the fire escape with the water that collects. Then instantly putting the pan back under there to collect the water seeping out through the threads of the pipes. Feeling quite helpless.

Finally after this process continued all morning long, there's a knock at the apartment door. You're in the process of bringing the pan back to the sink when you hear it. "Just a second!" You call frantically, putting it down and rushing over to the door. Practically ripping it open. And delivering a long winded explanation of everything that's gone on all day, all in one breath, all in a panic.

The poor handy man stands there, listening to your panicked retelling of all that's gone on. His dark eyes slightly widened, looking down at you from his tall height with soft concern.

Extra! *ೃ༄

Firefighter husband 

Your lifesaver…

"Pa! Pa! Papa!" His little girl squeals, bouncing up and down as he pulls his jacket off and puts his bag down after a long day at the station. Some routine checks and a car accident on the interstate were what made up his day today and he's tired to say the least. But seeing his kids and you makes it all worth it.

"Hey mija..." He grins, picking her up as much as it strains his muscles. Giving her big kisses on her chubby little cheek as she instantly starts telling him all about her day. Soon after, he sees you and the other little ones emerge from the kitchen to greet him at the door. He's grateful for his family after a day like that. To see everyone's faces after the day he had is like heaven.

Kinda went overboard ha! I hope you like them! And if you have any critiques or the links don't work let me know! Love ya! More to come...

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

Fighting the Cain instinct so fucking hard rn.

[tojisun]

found you today through your plumber simon story and hngggg how can you take a concept that's so overdone and still nail it??? THE TALENT

(I need more of those plss)

aww im glad u liked the lil drabble teehee and thank you so much!!

(idk if this will serve the way the first past did but—)

just. blue collar simon makes me shrivel up in need. he’s just so…capable. so competent. he’s suave and ruggedly charismatic. he sees what he wants and knows how to take it; how to coax it out of you.

simon sees how wide-eyed you are when you look up at him, sees the shyness in the way you give him that drink he asked for, sees the way you curl into yourself while you explain to him the problem you’re having with your kitchen sink, and he physically has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from preening.

you stuttered out your concerns, ducking your head down when you noticed how much eye contact he’s keeping, only for your lungs to constrict when all what your quiet murmur did was make him lean ever so closer to you.

“sorry, miss,” he drawled, shuffling to rest his hand on the counter. “just can’t hear y’well, s’all.”

“oh, okay,” you replied, voice all sticky because what else could you say?

and simon just watched with narrowed eyes and pinched lips because darlin’, you didn’t even know what you do to him.

simon didn’t really fuck you then, not with how you laid there on your kitchen table, loopy and twitching, eyes faraway while your body came down from the intensity of your orgasms.

little lady, you fuckin’ squirted. you drenched his mouth and made his fingers all pruny with your slick.

god, doll, you were so pretty, all sweaty and drooling, unable to even properly kiss him back when he leant down to nab a taste of those spit-slicked lips. all you could do was whine, your body locked while your cunt spurted uselessly, still so overstimulated by the way he stuffed you.

you pawed at the tent in his jeans when you finally came back to, and who was simon to deny you of his cock?

you sucked him messily, but simon’s never been so horny until then. you couldn’t even swallow his prick properly, your mouth tired and your body still putty, but simon came the fastest he’s remembered, shooting his spunk all over your sweaty face.

simon would’ve snagged a photo of how you looked but the pipes really needed some fixing. so he tucked himself back in his jeans, then slapped the inside of your thigh softly, his eyes still on your puffy cunt.

“a’right. this bloke need t’work again, is that not right miss?” simon crooned, dragging his hand along your leg, watching your skin dimple with the weight of his hold.

you warbled a response.

simon chuckled and pressed forward to brush a kiss on your forehead before forcing himself to walk away because he’s still on the clock.

not like he’d even charge you after all of that.

.

it’s two weeks later when you finally called the plumber again. sure, you had to slam the hilt of your knife on your pipe until it finally dented, but it’s not like the plumber—mr. simon—would need to know.

your call gets picked up after the second ring but before you could even offer any greetings, all of which you’ve rehearsed in front of the mirror over and over again, he says, “well, that sure took y’while, didn’t it doll? almost had me worried that you wouldn’t call.”

you breathe in sharply, your pussy tingling already. he chuckles.

“same address?”

“yes, please,” you rasp out before licking at your chapped lips. then, “can i request for an asap service? it’s…leaking right now.”

mr. simon laughs loudly this time. you end the call before he can say anything more, dutifully ignoring the way your cheeks thrum with feverish heat.

because you’re sure that this time…

[guessimwritingficsagain]

I didn't know what I wanted (until I wanted you)

Summary : You save Joel Miller's life on patrol. He owes you and you really wanna suck his dick. And maybe at some point you both fall in love. Joel Miller/Reader.

Warnings : Mature content, MDNI, pining, references to anal.

Tags : Just ask.

———

It was a beautiful, sunny day, when you made the decision. You didn’t know why that was what got your attention- but the sun was shining, no clouds in the sky, and you could feel a slight breeze on your skin. 

That was a lie. 

You knew why the weather got your attention. 

Everything would have gotten your attention, today, because Joel Miller owed you and you were about to collect and that put you on edge, skin sensitive, fingers drumming nervously on your thigh. 

Because the whole thing was about to go very right, or very wrong.

———

It had been a nasty affair, the two of you surrounded by four clickers. Killing the first two had been no problem but the third had been a bit of a beast, with you trying not to get overwhelmed by fear. When you finally got it, you found Joel struggling with the fourth one. 

Its teeth really too close to Joel’s neck. 

You put a knife in its throat before it could sink its teeth in Joel. 

That’s when he grunted :

I owe you for that one. 

When Jackson came into view, he insisted :

‘Seriously, you need anything, you come to me. ’s the least I can do after you savin’ my skin out there.’

When your shower started leaking you asked for his help, and, as an afterthought, a joke really, you said to him : 

‘Thanks, guess your debt is paid.’

Joel grunted, shook his head. Apparently a leaking shower was no match for saving someone from a clicker and he took his debt very seriously. 

And you’d watched him, you’d watched the muscles on his back moving as he easily fixed your shower, entranced by how skilled he was. Confident. Fingers thick and strong around the tools, clearly knowing what he was doing. 

It gave you an idea, all that. 

An idea that could very wrong. Or right.

———

Joel opened the door with a surprised grunt - his favorite way of communication, grunting.

‘Want somethin’ to drink ?’ He asked, already on his way to the kitchen.

‘Actually, I’ve come to collect.’

‘Collect ?’

‘Your debt.’

He froze, shoulders tense, body ready to snap and after a second, turned around :

‘What do y’need, did someone hurt you ? Tell me and I’ll-‘

‘I want to suck your cock.’ You interrupted. 

Plain and simple. Easy. Wrong, also, that was not exactly what you wanted. But Joel was watching you, his face blank, so you added :

‘Actually, no, that’s not quite right. I want you to fuck my mouth. If you’re interested.’

You shrugged, then, as if you were not casually propositioning your favorite patrol partner. You watched him swallow, switch on his feet, his gaze purposely away from you. And just as you thought you were about to get a very awkward but polite dismissal you heard 

‘You want me to fuck your mouth ?’

You shrugged, said yes. 

A beat of silence, then

‘How is that me payin’ my debt to ya, darlin’ ?’

‘Because I really want to.’ You answered. ’’Cause it’ll make me happy.’ 

Joel moved, then. Went to sit on the couch. 

‘Lock the door, will y’a ?’

You did and turned around to see him legs spread, a space between them just for you. 

‘You wanna be dressed for this or you wanna take your clothes off ?’ He asked, head slightly tilted to the side, eyes assessing you like he hadn’t really seen you before. 

Your answer was a breathy

‘However you like it.’

He hummed, looked at you a bit more, and then 

‘Off. Take them off, darlin’’.

Your undressing was not for show- a quick, desperate thing, that was stopped by Joel as you were about to remove your underwear :

‘You’re wet ?’ He asked. 

You nodded. 

He hummed again. 

‘Keep ‘em on, the panties.’ 

You sank down on your knees and reached for his belt buckle, freed his cock and took a second, there, to assess his size and wet your mouth, collecting saliva to make sure to make it good for him, both hands on his thighs. 

‘If you want me to fuck that mouth of yours, Darlin’, you’re gonna put your hands behind your back and open that sweet little mouth and take it.’

You nodded, did exactly as asked and felt his hand on the back of your head, pushing you forward. You opened up, ready for it, when the pressure stopped and you heard

‘Is this really gonna make you happy ?’ 

You looked up to see his eyes looking far away, intent at not looking at you. 

‘Joel’ you muttered, ‘you are going to shove that dick down my throat and I will come, trust me. I really really want that.’ 

So he did. He pushed, and you welcomed the big, fat heat of him into your mouth. One of your hands instantly went to your cunt, inside your underwear, and you shoved two fingers inside yourself as he lead your head into a rhythm that had you gagging a bit. You let yourself feel the weight of his cock, let yourself get lost in the back and forth his hand was forcing his hand to do until he ripped his cock from you and asked :

‘You touchin’ yourself ? You really doin’ that ?’

Your answer was a whiny please Joel and he shoved his dick back into your mouth, bringing your head down as he thrusted his hips up. You came without warning, rubbing yourself to the frantic rhythm of Joel slamming his cock in and out, your orgasm sneaking up on you when Joel babbled 

God, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna- You need to get off, I’m gonna-

And came into your mouth, salty, sweaty, sticky, and you swallowed it all, and kept his dick into your mouth for a beat, you breathing heavily through your noise while he matched your pace, mouth open, head laid back on the couch. 

When you let his cock out of your mouth he asked :

‘You came, right ? ‘Cause if you didn’t we gotta make it right.’

You considered lying, because the idea of whatever he was thinking felt good, but you shook your head, instead, and got up on shaky legs. He hooked a finger in your underwear to keep you in place. Tugged slightly. 

‘Give them to me. Your panties.’ 

You laughed at that, thankful for the absence of awkwardness, and took your underwear off as you answered :

‘You’re a dirty old man.’

He laughed :

‘Baby, you’re the one who saved my life and asked me to fuck your throat as a favor. I’d say you’re the dirty one.’ 

Stark naked in front of him, you took a second to look at him, still dressed, cock out, as he took a second to look at you. You climbed on the couch, then, knees on each side of his frame, caught his jaw, and slowly kissed him before saying thank you. 

You dressed and left. 

———

Patrol with Joel was always quiet, and today was no exception, until 

‘You suck a lot of dicks in Jackson ?’ 

It was said in a very matter-of-fact kind of way, no judgement at all. Curiosity, really. He was watching right ahead, unbothered, as your horses rode along each other. 

‘Nah’, you answered truthfully. ‘You’re the first one.’

He hummed. A beat, then 

‘Wanna do it some more ?’

‘Suck your dick ?’ You asked, genuine (and you wouldn’t admit it but the idea of doing anything with Joel Miller got your really fucking wet so you would say yes to anything but he didn’t need to know that). 

‘Everythin’’, He answered, simply, like he didn’t make your insides burn. ‘I have a feelin’. I have a feelin’ you like being told what to do, right ?’ 

And fuck, fuck, you were- he was right but you were there on patrol riding a horse and he made you wet just saying that.

You nodded and he went on, never really looking at you, jut scanning his surroundings :

‘Listen, I might not be the best option for you. I’m not the best option for anyone. But you wanna someone who has demands, and I have a bunch. We do this ? You take what I give when I give it and however I give it, alright ?’ 

Jesus fucking Christ. 

You nodded again. 

‘Words.’ He demanded, sternly.

‘Yeah, okay.’ You muttered. 

He assessed you for a moment, wistful. 

‘You wet, right now ? Did I make you wet ?’

‘Yeah, you did.’

‘Show me.’

Your brain stopped, at that. Show him ? Joel was just looking at you, patient. After a beat, you fumbled with your belt and dipped two fingers into your wet cunt. When you took your hand out of your pants he grabbed your wrist, inspected the fingers, and demanded :

‘Clean them up.’

And maybe your brain had been rewired because without question you brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked on them. The second they left your mouth a hand grabbed your wrist and put your fingers in his mouth. When he let you go, he asked : 

‘You touch yourself a lot ?’

Startled, you answered a shy yes. 

‘How ?’ He pressed. 

‘I- I like to have- I like to have a toy ? There’s no battery but I like the feeling, and so- well I have the toy inside and I touch myself.’

‘What do you touch ?’

Here he was, Joel Miller, asking you how you got off, looking around, on patrol, like he was talking about the weather.

‘My- my clit. I touch it.’

‘With the toy inside.’

‘Yes- yes, with the toy inside.’

Joel hummed, pondered, and announced 

‘When we go home, you’re gonna go to yours, get undressed. I want you on your bed. No toy this time. I’ll put my fingers in you, to help. But you’re gonna show me how you like it. You gonna touch yourself for me and show me.’

———

You’re surprisingly at ease when Joel showed up. You were as he’d asked, naked, on the bed- trembling with anticipation. The look on his face when he walked through the door-

‘Oh, baby. Wanna touch yourself ?’ He cooed. 

Except you didn’t want to. You wanted his cock. You wanted him and you said so. 

‘No, baby’ he shook his head, stern, ‘I told you, I’m gonna take care o’ you but it’s how I want it, when I want it.’

‘Besides’, he added, sliding in between your open legs, ‘how can I treat you right if I don’t know exactly how you like it ?’

He took your hand, then, and put it between your legs.

‘Touch yourself like you’re alone.’ He demanded. ‘Promise I’ll help but I need you to show me.’ He cooed, a cheek resting on your thigh. 

So you did what he’d asked, you started touching yourself and you were so, so far gone that-

A hand grabbed your wrist.

‘You’re not very gentle with that pussy of yours’, Joel tutted. 

‘You wanted to see how I liked it’, you managed to gasp. 

‘Change of plan, then’ He answered, face serious, taking away your hand. The two fingers he put inside you made you almost cry. 

‘You gonna get your hand back here and you’re gonna go slow.  Slow, you understand ? And while you do that you gonna tell me what you like, starting’ with the fact that you like to do what you’re told. Understood ?’

You nodded, and there was a thought, somewhere, not even a warning but a fact : that man has made me dumb. Could do whatever.

Could do whatever but you trusted him.

Slowly, you circled your clit, and, voice shaking, started :

‘I like to do what I’m told.’

Joel nodded, eyes on your pussy.

‘What else, baby ?’

‘I like- I- spanking ?’

‘Sounded like a question, baby.’

You shook your head, your fingers stopping for a second on your clit.

‘No, I like it, I just don’t know what you like so it’s just- it’s weird you know.’

You shrugged, an awkward thing considering you had a hand between your legs and Joel had two fingers in your pussy. He shook his head, though :

‘Not weird. Wanna know what I like ? Wanna please me ?’ 

You nodded, eagerly, until a harsh slap on your hip made you jump. 

‘Not a very good listener, are you ? I told you : you’re gonna take how I want it and when I want it, and I wanna know exactly what you like. Because that’s what I like. So let’s start again, baby, from the beginning. What do you like ?’

‘I- I like- I like to be told what to to’, you answered, your hand back between your legs. ‘I like to be spanked. Could you please-‘

God, how could you be cock-dumb without a cock ?

You took a breath and added, your voice breathy :

‘Could you spit on me, please ?’

‘Spit where ?’ Joel seemed really unbothered by all this, and it was unfair.

‘My pussy- please, spit on it.’

‘What, you think you’re not wet enough ?’

‘No- no, but I want it.’

Joel took your wrist again, and asked :

‘So, that’s a thing you like ?’

You tried to shake yourself out of his grip while you mumbled :

‘Yes, yes I like it.’

As he din’t let go you admitted :

‘I like it. I like you spitting on me.’

And he spit. Your fingers worked you clit again and somehow from then on it was like something so tremendous was building inside of your that you had no control over yourself-

‘Anal, I like it- I mean anal play.’

‘You don’t want my cock inside, then.’ He answered, his face still between your thighs. And you shook your head, because the truth was that Joel Miller could put his cock wherever he wanted- he’d have no complaints from you.

When you came, you came hard.

———

When it happens, you don’t see it coming. 

It’s a quiet affair, Joel and you. You think- you assume- he doesn’t want to talk about it. Doesn’t want people to know. You think he’s fucking other people, and maybe you should too. Maybe you should get it out of your system, this whole stupid ‘I’m in love with Joel Miller’ thing. 

You’re at the Bison when it happens. Tommy, Maria, Ellie and Joel are having dinner at a table and you’re- well, you’re on your own, so you go straight to the bar, sit there and order a drink. And then a man, called James or Jim, you’re not sure you know, starts talking to you. 

He’s nice.

Too nice. 

Probably missionary-only.

You talk for a few minutes but when he takes a step closer to you, that’s when it happens.

A hand wraps itself on your hip, and slowly moves to grasp your ass. You don’t recoil because you recognize it- the warmth of it and the sheer size of it. A kiss is pressed to your temple as Joel says :

‘Hey Baby, we’re waiting for you.’

Jim-or-James immediately leaves and you’re left with Joel, whispering against your temple :

‘What the fuck was that ?’

You want to answer

What the fuck are we ? 

But he continues :

‘Wanna make me jealous, baby ? Staying out there at the bar, talking with men who have no business talkin’ to you instead of joining us ?’

You shrug 

‘Didn’t know that I was welcome.’ You offer.

There’s a beat, there- more than a beat, actually. Joel looks at you in a way- well, you don’t understand it. Shakes his head. 

Stares again.

Reaches out. 

Mumbles 

‘I’m a fuckin’ idiot.’

Grabs your hand and make you sit down with his family, arm around your shoulder the whole meal, thumb tracing mindless patterns on your shoulder. When Ellie is distracted by a friend, and Tommy and Maria are gone to get a refill, he whispers into your neck :

‘I should spank you ‘till your ass is red but you’d enjoy it. Should take your ass but you’d enjoy it too. I think I shouldn’t touch you, give you a lesson or somethin’’.

You’re wet. You’re wet and you want him and you know enough about him to know what makes him tick- hell, you know what he looks like in the morning, eyes heavy with sleep, hand absent-mindedly scratching his stomach, so soft it makes you want to cry.

So you’re searching for a comeback, something sharp and smart, when his nose nuzzles your ear and he whispers

‘I love you.’

And really all you want to do is bury yourself in him, never let him go, but that’s not possible. You also want to climb him like a tree and kiss him forever but that’s not appropriate. So you settle with 

‘I love you too.’

And then, because you think you deserve it and it makes you happy :

‘I want you to fuck my mouth.’ 

———

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[romeo-golf]

Inevitable

It started with a little bloat, an experiment. The recurring thought of what it might be like to be fat; not just a little overweight, but truly impossibly huge to the point that his gut hung down between his thighs, resting on the floor when he sat on a chair, that his upper arms could be mistaken for thighs if the photograph was taken at the right angle, was becoming more frequent and toying with it by enjoying a particularly large meal was a convenient weekend habit.

The gradual beer belly he started to grow was easy to ignore at first. Its capacity even made his binges more enjoyable as he looked around at the increasingly large number of empty containers on the kitchen counters and something about that level of excess drove him further. He'd never mention it out loud, and could hardly admit it to himself, but the surge of arousal he felt in those moments was incomparable to anything a hook-up or X-rated video could inspire.

But in time, the shift from M to L in his clothing needed to be upgraded. Even his largest shirts were straining around the front, his tees riding up a little too often, and he found himself accepting that XL was probably the right choice.

One afternoon at the mall while picking up a few new items he decided it might be a good idea to replace his very well-worn 36" jeans. They were getting more than a little tight and the fabric was wearing thin in the upper thighs where they rubbed together more these days. In the fitting room he slipped his shirt off and hung it on the hook.

Standing inches from the surrounding mirrors, he took a moment to admire himself, turning slightly side to side to see himself from every angle. Over his shoulder in the mirror behind him he noticed something new on his love-handle. A feint red mark… was that…? He ran his finger over it, feeling the raised outline and realised he had a stretchmark.

Didn't only pregnant women get them? Why was that there? Had he really been growing as rapidly as that?! The thoughts raced through his mind, his pulse quickened, and he felt the familiar expansion in his briefs as his libido woke up to the idea. Suddenly he felt hungry, a urge to fill himself.

He lifted his gut quickly to under his belt, breathing in slightly to ease the manoeuvre and as he tried on the new size-42 jeans realised how normal that had become, having to lift a thick slab of himself out the way, and how his belly was now hanging so low over the fastener on his waistband.

These thoughts were stronger than they'd been for a long time. The urge was unfightable. He quickly redressed in his own clothes, paid for the new items and left the store.

In the car he decided he couldn't ignore this any longer. He needed to know exactly what it felt like to be that man he saw in his dreams. He pulled up in the first drive-through he saw and ordered almost one of everything on the menu. He knew he wouldn't finish it, but he had to try.

That day was the first of many. It was the pivot-point where his joy of food gave way to lust-driven binges which found him sitting on the couch daily after work, feeding himself enough food to last the average man a week, and sinking his stubby fingers into every thick inch of his body.

Which is where he was again today. Legs wide, gut filling the space between his thighs. Looking down all he could see was the top half of his swollen tank, but underneath the equator of his gut, partially buried in a thick and growing fatpad, he could feel his swollen uncut dick leaking precum into his briefs. He tensed his cock and felt it gently rub against his underbelly, a delicious and hedonistic feeling which reminded him of how obese he was.

One hand held a thick handful of gut while the other moved rhythmically from plate to face as he finished the last few bites of his evening feast. He belched loudly and went stood up, lumbering to the fridge, grabbing a tub of heavy cream from the door and taking it to his bedroom where he could sit on the edge of his bed and admire himself in the full-size mirror on his wardrobe.

He peeled the lid off the tub and brought it to his lips. Thick, heavy, and cool as it flowed into him. It felt sticky and decadent, and as he swallowed his mind focused on the vivid image of each mouthful expanding his body. He imagined his gut swelling further with each swallow and he gripped his gut tight with his free hand.

The last drops slid into his mouth and he put the tub on the nightstand, allowing himself the luxury of both hands on his body. In the mirror he could see a wide wet stain on his briefs where he'd been leaking all evening.

He grunted and swung his legs onto the bed, laid out on his back and wobbled his gut a little. Lifting it with one hand he tugged his briefs down with the other and turned his head to admire himself again in the mirror. His gut ballooned in front of him, sticking out further than his dick by several inches, and rested heavily against his forearm as he held what he could of his manhood in his palm.

He loved how he looked. He was easily twice the weight he was when he first gave into this and he palmed his dick while thinking about more and watching his gut move in the mirror. The wobbling, back-and-forth motion was electric and he relaxed into it while thinking about how many calories he'd eaten that day. Two thousand… three thousand…. four and a half thousand… five thousand…. almost six thousand.

That was the spot. Six thousand calories in a day, triple what he should eat and he barely had to try. That's why he was so overweight, that's why he was getting fatter, that's why his decent into obesity was inevitable. The orgasm built quickly in him, he felt it moving under this swollen tank and grabbed his gut harder as his muscles tensed.

"I'm so fat…" he moaned as each hot gush of cum landed on his body, glazing him like a doughnut and reinforcing his addiction to more.

[eorzeashan]

Commander Stew

Theron cooks something for the Commander.

Odessen - The Kitchens

A young man sporting a dollop of white hair and refined features entered the communal kitchen of the Alliance carrying a large crate, wearing a plain burlap apron, rubber gloves, and waders over what usually would qualify as a stealth suit–a bit of an odd sight, but one Theron had gotten used to over time.

“Hey! You’re back early. Put ‘em down over there,” Theron glanced over his shoulder, nodding briefly at the young man, then motioning with his head at the kitchen island. Eight squeezed past him as he ran his hands under the faucet, careful not to bump into the other spy. They set down the box on the counter and patiently folded their hands, awaiting instructions.

Theron turned off the sink and flung the remnant droplets off his hands, drying them with a slightly stained checkerboard dish towel.

Even with his fearsome past, Theron found the quiet operative to be pleasant company most days, with Eight acting as his assistant in daily matters ranging from mundane chores to deadly missions. All at the behest of Lana, of course. She was the one who insisted on (see: forced) a pair of helping hands for him after he'd incorrectly assumed she’d wanted him to take on all her burdens.

Not that he was complaining about the extra hands. Certainly not today of all days–he was planning something special, and that required all of the help he could get.

Theron opened the flaps of the crate. Fresh from their gardening plot in the Odessen fields, the box was practically bursting with colorful root vegetables and leafy greens native to the planet. Purple, orange, striped yellows and swirls of blue–all packed with vitamins and the healthy color of a successful crop. Plain proof that their efforts to cultivate more organic food for the personnel had finally given fruit, after several long winters of withered stalks and exhausting meals of food chips.

Theron smiled wryly. He’d have to make a toast to Dr. Oggurrobb’s fertilizer and the Force Enclave’s agricultural knowledge later.

“Will this be enough?” Eight asked, mellow as ever. He watched him coolly through deep umber eyes.

“It’s more than enough,” Theron answered, a bit of uncertainty leaking into his tone as he stared at the foodstuffs. The vegetables taunted him from their comfy spot atop the counter next to the impressive array of knives and cooking utensils laid out side-by-side like an interrogation toolkit. “...I think.” He wiped the tip of his nose.

Theron hated to admit it, but he was no culinarian. Master Zho had never taught him (really, what could you teach a kid to cook in the wilderness besides canned goods and pre-packaged rations), and his stint as a SIS agent since his youth had left him with little time to prepare nor care. The extent of his cooking repertoire could quickly be summed up to sticking a frozen Orobird leg in the flash oven and waiting for two minutes, sadly.

So why was he making an effort now?

The image of the Commander’s tired face weary from battle and sleepless nights, aging lines etched deep into their skin with the carvings of a destiny too large for one person, flashed in Theron’s mind. He’d seen the way they’d fought–skipped meals, denied themselves sleep, hid the way their gaze turned vacant when they thought no one was looking, left their cafeteria plate practically untouched, compounded blackened bottoms of endless cups of caf, the stims—the Commander was burning themselves at both ends.

Hypocritical as it was, he couldn’t stand watching them drive themselves into the ground. The galaxy’s fate was important, but…not as important as they were to Theron. Yet he found himself at a loss; what words he wanted to tell them to eat better, to sleep more, to stop hurting themselves fell short whenever the Commander gave him that one look. That look of resignation, deep as the dull ache that would settle in his chest afterwards.

“I’m okay,” They’d tell him, smiling wan, “Thank you, Theron.” It’s alright. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.

Like hell he couldn’t. He–

“Theron…?”

Theron snapped out of his reverie, realizing he’d been wringing the dishcloth far too tightly for too long. Eight stared at him, puzzled. He released it. His knuckles returned to their previous pink.

“...Sorry. Just. Tired,” Theron shook his head, massaging his temples. Tired. Yeah. He was sure someone else was too, and he hadn’t asked Eight to come here to watch him have a breakdown. Pushing off from the counter, he clapped his hands together, mustering up a second wind. “Let’s get to work. Shall we?”

Commander Stew

Ingredients:

Young Makrin Legs

Orobird Soup Stock

Rootleaf, 1 Head

Imperial-issued Instant Glowblue Noodles, 1 Package

Republic Synth-Ham and Grophet Sausages

Odessen Wild Onions

Mandalorian Spice Sauce

Zakuulan Swamp Glowshrooms

Slice of Ration Cheese

Directions:

Prepare the young makrin legs by soaking them in water and shaving the fibrous exterior with a peeler.

Theron stared at the unassuming pile of…legs that resembled roots more than they did the limbs of any creature, and secretly shuddered. Makrins weren’t particularly uncommon on terrestrial worlds, but their crabby, tree-like appearance and tendency to wallow in loam didn't make them his first choice to eat. He wasn't exactly opposed to adventurous cuisine, but he wondered how exactly the legs of a chitinous creature equaled something that would make the Commander more appetized.

As if sensing his cause for pause, Eight peered over his shoulder where he stood frozen with peeler in hand. “The Jedi recommended them for use in medicinal dishes. When eaten boiled, it lowers blood pressure, and contains many nutrients.” He said thoughtfully, as if reading an entry from an encyclopedia.

“Is that so.” Theron inwardly balked at the mention of the Jedi–a little known fact was that Master Zho had raised him on Jedi cuisine, most of it vegetarian, but even then he hadn’t sampled every bit of agriculture the galaxy had to offer. Makrin legs were a bit out there, but seeing as they were native to Odessen, recommended by the enclave and another piece of stress relief on a plate for the Commander? His survival training told him the harmless limbs could only benefit, despite their gnarly appearance.

Remove the tips and fibrous base. When cleaned and processed, set aside.

He buckled down and began shaving the legs. Lack of proper nutrition was always a deciding factor in conflict–Theron had seen his fair share of soldiers who contracted disease from improper eating and lack of supplies– and he would feed the Commander any bit of ugly vegetables if it meant seeing a little more life restored to their pallid cheeks. His fingers found their rhythm as he removed the tough outer skin from the legs exposing their soft white core beneath the blade of the peeler, their texture reminding him oddly of Dantooinian tubers with an extra coat of slime.

Slice and dice half of a medium-sized onion.

Theron had to pretend he wasn't looking particularly emotional as he chopped the onion. Or maybe he was simply brought to tears at the thought that their food could have flavor for once, all thanks to the Alliance’s team of scouts who procured such supplies for them from the unmapped regions of Odessen’s wilds. Eight was among that team, hence Theron's willingness to let an Imp spy of all people join him in cooking. There was only a small handful of people he could use to conceal his efforts from the Commander, and Theron would make use of both his ability to obtain food in secret and his espionage skills to see this through, opposing factions be damned.

And if others worried about poisoning, well. He didn't pride himself on being Chief of Security for nothing. The safety of the Commander was his priority, as were the characters of those he chose to fight alongside them. They were his responsibility. His to trust with their most important fight and everything in-between. Theron couldn't afford to keep the old grudges that the Republic and Empire maintained in these desperate times, and he would not fall victim to their need to blind themselves with their unending war. He had to fight for what was important, and that was…people. Not sides.

Theron would always be a son of the Republic at his heart. But now his heart belonged to another, and those lines had long blurred.

Slice the glowshrooms length-wise, removing the head from the stems. Set aside.

Clean and cut the rootleaf in half, then the following halves into quarters; chop into smaller squares until you have about 1 cup’s worth of rootleaf. Store the rest in a cool, refrigerated place.

Unpackage the Synth-Ham, Republic Ration #0625, and slice to desired thickness.

Theron opened the can of mystery meat and upended it onto the chopping board. The green ham-like substance plopped onto it with gelatinous grace. He poked it with his cooking knife. It jiggled away from the tip.

Eight placed an empty pot next to him along with a can of opened grophet sausages and an unwrapped package of Imperial ration Glowblue Noodles, their signature color shining through the foil. Theron quickly thanked him out of the corner of his mouth.

Arrange the rootleaf, onion, makrin legs, and glowshrooms at the bottom of the pot in even layers.

Add a helping of Mandalorian Spiced Sauce on top.

Theron couldn't forget Torian and his people. They were the ones who suggested using their own spices for the hotpot, as “no other spice in the galaxy compares to that of a Mando’s.” Though he’d initially expressed some reservations at setting the Commander’s tongue aflame, this special mix had been made with their preference in mind; Shae had been so impressed by their valor that she presented several crates worth as a gift after the battle of Darvannis. Spices were a luxury if not a grand gesture in wartime, and not one Theron intended to use lightly.

Add the Synth-Ham, grophet sausages, and top with a slice of ration cheese over the previous ingredients.

Finally, add the Glowblue Noodles and 3 liters of Orobird stock.

Theron blinked at the finished product. “Wait a minute. This is…”

“Revanite stew?” Eight once again helpfully supplied.

It was Theron’s turn to ask the questions as he raised a suspicious brow towards his sous-chef. “They ate this during the coalition, when the camps combined. How did you get the same recipe?”

Eight smiled quietly to himself, in his mysterious and elusive way. “Our Commander was there. It was their idea to share food across factions. I still haven't forgotten its taste. If you ask any of the soldiers from that time, they will say the same.”

Theron stared at him, speechless. To think the same recipe he’d been making this entire time was a result of their union on Rishi…he recalled seeing Imperial and Republic soldiers bonding over a cookpot, but hadn't joined in, content to watch the proceedings from a distance. So much had happened during Revan’s rise that he’d failed to pay enough attention to something so innocuous as a moment of camaraderie between unlikely allies.

It had been their idea to eat something both Imperial and Republic that fateful night. To form the basis of their Alliance over a simple, warm bowl of soup.

Theron felt his heart swell.

He…he had to remind them of what they had built. What they meant to him. With this.

Set on top of a burner and deliver to recipients with bowls to share.

Theron held his breath as he wheeled the cart of foodstuffs to the Commander’s quarters, careful to avoid jostling the stew that balanced atop it as he reached his destination. He rapped on the door with the back of his knuckles.

A puff of pnematic air revealed the Commander, yawning wearily from yet another sleepless night of work and burdens. “Yes–” They stopped. “Theron? What are you doing here?” They eyed his cart. “And what's with all the food?”

Theron cracked a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thought you could use some dinner, so…I brought you some. If you don't mind, that is.” He quickly added, feeling out of place in the deserted hallway.

The Commander smiled, a genuine one that reached their eyes, crinkling at the edges. “I’d love to try whatever you made. Come in, we can eat it together.” They stepped aside to allow Theron room to maneuver.

Enjoy with your intended party.

As expected, it was delicious.

Not as filling as seeing the Commander laugh to the point of tears at his explanations as to why he'd been so secretive all week trying to hide the fruits of his cooking from them, but filling nonetheless. He'd give it a 5/5, personally, as a true soup for the soul. (And a note to make it again with less sneaking around).

If the Commander was satisfied and satiated... so was he.

[trulybetty]

Strings | V

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader Word Count: 1,514 Notes & Warnings: hbo!Joel in images, but I've been picturing game!Joel the longer I've sat with these characters - but picture who you want. Domesticity, poultry, just fluff - brief mention of a scar reader obtained in a previous chapter, reader wears Joel's shirt, Joel's shirts run big they fit all sizes, I promise. Summary: it's summer and both you and Joel have found a pace of life that works for the two of you. AO3: Linked

x. strings masterlist

Part V

Summer

Your house was a way out from the bustling town square of Jackson. An older small farmhouse that had been a part of the farmland the town had occupied when it expanded a short few years after establishing itself. So compared to the houses closer to the square, it was a lot less modern, a lot more quiet, but it suited you.

The charm of the house was in its imperfections, like the old ceramic kitchen sink that had developed a leak on the seal and caused the wooden planks underneath to rot. It was only the week before that Joel had come by to fix it. His hands had skillfully replaced the rotted wood and fixed the seal, and you had watched him, keeping him company and supplying cups of coffee and baked bread in repayment.

Today Joel knocked once before letting himself in through the front door. The formality of waiting to be let in was long gone between the two of you. He made his way to the kitchen where he heard water running.

With your back to him he paused in the doorway, leaning against the door jam as he took you in. The warm weather had you in shorts, and you missed the complimentary once-over he gave your bare legs. They only highlighted the long scar across your thigh, the one that came from the barb wire you’d gotten entangled with the spring before last. 

Long healed it didn’t look as angry as it did in the throes of its healing, when Joel would always frown when he caught sight of it, sorry that he hadn’t been able to stop what he’d seen coming. However you would remind him that without it, there would be no you and him.

The shorts you were wearing were actually cut from the jeans you'd been wearing when you'd gotten the scar. You'd thought you'd have been able to save them, but there was no hope. One of the women who ran the laundry turned them into shorts for you, in exchange for the cut-off denim and some cabbage from your garden, a bargain in your opinion. 

Joel's eyes lingered on your legs, the appreciation in his eyes no longer hidden or subtle. Then he looked up at your face, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he realized what you were wearing. 

“Is that my shirt?” he asked, nodding towards the dark green plaid shirt that was generously rolled up on your arms, a bit too large but feeling just right on you.

“Possibly,” you trailed off with a laugh.

He laughed as he crossed the kitchen, stopping just in front of you to pull him into his arms, his eyes never leaving yours. “Well, it looks better on you anyway darlin',” he admitted, his voice soft, his face sincere.

You smiled up at him in response, feeling the warmth spread through your body at his touch. A regular feeling now and one you hoped to never lose. 

He leaned in and kissed you tenderly, the wisps of his stubble grazing your chin. A kiss that spoke volumes in its chasteness of promised tomorrow’s when not so long ago you didn’t know if a version of you and Joel could exist like this.

“I'm just heading out back if you want to join me?” you asked, looking to the back door.

He gave a nod and trailed behind you as she dried off your hands. You hesitated for a moment to grab a large tin can from the window ledge that Joel eyed curiously. It hadn’t been there the other day when he'd come by.

The summer air was warm and inviting, filled with the fragrant scent of blooming flowers. You were grateful for the comfortable clothing, considering it wasn’t as if you could just head to the mall for a summer wardrobe, and trading for new clothes sometimes came at a steep cost.

Before he could ask what exactly you were doing out there in the garden, you shook the tin can in your hand, and a chorus of clucks could be heard from further up the garden, directly behind several flourishing planters, planters built by Joel, bursting with seasonal plants.

“You have chickens?” Joel asked incredulously, and if on cue three hens strutted into view, all as vividly different in their colourings as the next one.

You spread out your arm in introductions, “Meet Diana, Mary and Florence.”

Joel raised an eyebrow, “You named them after Diana Ross and the Supremes?”

You scoffed, “Who else?” Then you paused to give him a surprised look, “Actually, I’m surprised you got that.”

He shrugged, not open to discussing that once upon a time he had several Diana Ross vinyls, “So why do you have chickens?”

You started throwing down the dried corn for the birds on the sun-kissed grass, “They stopped producing, and at their age and health, they weren't exactly a great fit for food, so they were going to be euthanized,” you smiled as you watched the trio fight over the same piece of corn despite there being a wealth of it on the ground, “So I said I'd take them in and give them a good retirement.”

Joel smiled softly, “Well, you are one for lost causes.” he said, the volume of his statement speaking for more than just the chickens that moved around your feet.

You stepped closer to him, your shoulder nudging his arm, “I guess I am.”

Your words hung in the air, both a playful tease and a deeper acknowledgment of the connection you two shared. Joel's arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer, and you could feel the warmth of his affection in that simple gesture.

You watched as the chickens pecked and clucked, enjoying the simple spectacle, feeling a hand slip into yours. You glanced at Joel, his eyes still fixed on the birds, a thoughtful look in his eye.

“I've been thinkin' 'bout your offer of moving out here to the farmhouse,” he admitted, glancing over the expanse of your garden, the raised planters, and the humble shed at the very back fence. “It's quieter out here, and I think I could use a bit of that peace.”

“Oh?” You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his gaze on you.

“Yeah,” he paused, and you knew he was collecting his thoughts. “The warm nights, sitting on your porch, strumming my guitar. You with your book. It's become something I look forward to. I reckon it's time to make it more permanent.”

The chickens continued to peck around, oblivious to the significance of the conversation unfolding between their caretaker. Slowly, you turned to Joel, looking up into his eyes, searching for any hesitation.

“Are you sure?” you asked softly.

He cupped your face with his free hand, his eyes searching yours, “I ain’t never been more sure about anything, darlin’.”

In the weeks that followed, Joel moved his things into your home slowly. The transition was surprisingly smooth, and you found comfort in the domesticity of living together. You developed little rituals – Joel cooking breakfast while you tended the garden, evenings spent on the porch with his guitar, nights wrapped in each other's arms.

Waking up each morning to Joel beside you became a highlight of each day. The man who had once been so adamant about not sharing a bed had transformed into the most affectionate sleeper, his arms always finding you, no matter how far you drifted in your dreams.

He was lying beside you, still half-asleep, the morning sun casting a golden glow on his weathered face. You couldn't help but watch him, admiring the lines and scars that told the story of his life. His eyes flickered open, a slow smile spreading across his face as he caught you watching him.

“What's got you all dreamy-eyed this early?” he teased, his voice rough with sleep.

“Just thinking how lucky I am,” you replied, your voice soft, almost a whisper.

He pulled you closer, his lips finding yours, “The lucky one is me, sweetheart.” His kiss deepened, and you lost yourself in the warmth of his embrace.

His peaceful sleep wasn't the only thing that had changed since he let down his guard. His laughter was more frequent, his smiles more genuine, his love more open.

He was home. 

Not just in the physical sense, but in a way that went deeper, a connection that neither of you had expected but now couldn't live without. 

“You know,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, “I don’t think I’ve slept this well in years. Not since...” He trailed off, the pain of his past still too raw to speak about openly.

You reached up to touch his face, understanding what he left unsaid. “I know, Joel. Me too.”

His hand ran down your side to the expanse of your bare thigh. As had become habit, his hand found your thigh, his thumb running over the scar tissue

He nodded, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “Thank you, darlin’.”

[dear-satan]

Sugar

Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader

note: hello! it's my first post here and I'm slightly stressed, hah. I hope you like and warmly welcome this short story with Leon. I apologise for any mistakes and will try to correct them soon kisses

The warm rays of the sun broke through the leaking blind, illuminating the small but very cosy bedroom. One by one, the streaks of light reached the clothes carelessly thrown on the ground entering finally the frames of the double bed finally illuminating the face of one of the two people sleeping in it. A quiet murmur broke from Leon's lips when nature decided to wake him first. His eyelids slowly tilted adjusting his vision to the sudden light falling on his face and the first thing he saw was your sleeping face hiding in his chest. Tangled strands of your hair adorned the white pillow on which you lay in various sights and curves which he admired for a moment. He met you quite by chance, doing his usual grocery shopping. He couldn't find the flour he needed that day in the kitchen and, seeing no shop assistant on the horizon, he asked you for help. To this day, he remembers the confusion on your face quickly replaced by a genuine smile when you pointed him to the right aisle. God. He fell in love with it instantly and it became his goal to see it every day.

"Morning, doll" his soft lips rested on the top of your head "Coffee?"

"Mmhm…" you muttered quietly rolling over to the other side. Yes, wakefulness was not your forte as Leon had found out many times before. More than once or twice he had tried to drag you out of bed in really different ways, starting from making breakfast to dousing you with water or pulling you out from under the duvet by force. After so many unsuccessful attempts, he finally realised that he was unlikely to ever win over your love of sleep.

He got out of bed, immediately slipping on a pair of sweatpants lying on the floor. He immediately directed his steps to the kitchen, which was connected to the living room, and put the water on and then began searching through the cupboards for mugs. It wasn't that it was his first time at your place or that he visited too infrequently to remember where what lay. You just loved rearranging and even in the middle of the night you could move a sofa from one end of the flat to the other suddenly thinking that its previous place was the wrong one. It was the same with the positioning of objects in your flat. Every now and then, when Leon was welcomed on your doorstep, he would find a different place for the dishes, towels and even his clothes that he had left with you. This was your little deviation, which he also managed to get used to.

Finding the cups at last, he poured the powder he had poured into them earlier with water and milk and then reached for a container standing nearby, pouring two teaspoons of sugar into his drink. Although he was generally a tough guy he loved sweet coffee and didn't understand how you and some people could drink it without adding a little sweetness to it.

"Good morning." your sleepy voice enveloped his heart and the warmth of your hand rested on his bare chest as you embraced him from behind.

"Woah… I'm in shock baby. It's not even eight o'clock yet and you're already out of bed." he laughed as he stirred the drinks with a spoon, which he promptly threw into the sink "Are we having some kind of holiday today?" he turned and placed a welcoming kiss on your lips.

"I had to go to the bathroom." you explained while giving yourself a kiss and then hugged him tightly. His strong, addictive scent teased your nose making you feel like hugging him over and over and over again. He was like a drug to you, so when he was still away on police training, you wore his clothes without throwing them in the washing machine until they really needed it. So now that his academy was over and there was a week to go to Raccoon City you gloated over his scent as much as you could.

"Right, force majeure." he giggled handing you a warm drink in your favourite pink mug.

With love in his eyes, he watched as you warmed your hands against the vessel to drink some of the beverage seconds later. He did the same, but instead of the sweet taste spilling over his tongue, he felt a sickening, salty-sour taste irritating his taste buds.

He turned around quickly spitting the drink into the sink "What the…" he twisted his face in a gesture of disgust "After all, I sweetened it."

"Leon, sweetheart… What did you pour the sugar from?" at first he didn't understand your question and his irises involuntarily flickered towards the container from which he sweetened the coffee. When you followed his lead you laughed shaking your head. You set your mug down on the counter and then pulled out a white container from one of the cupboards with the word 'sugar' written in bright pink. "I guess I forgot to tell you that the sugar has also changed its place." you giggled at which he just rolled his eyes.

"Yeah… I guess you forgot."

[pepperycar]

Happy April fools day!

“A prank gone to far.”

Mario awoke with a yawn, he scanned the ceiling to the slightly open window, the fresh breeze mixing nicely with the warm sun, hearing the Toads pass by. When Mario realised that he couldn’t move, he looked down to see Luigi laying across his chest, while the brothers do share a bed sometimes, be it a stressful day at work, nightmare or reassuring cuddle, he doesn’t remember Luigi asking to sleep in his bed that night. Mario rolled his eyes and tried to push Luigi off him, he saw Luigi crack a smile before going fully dead weight on him “no- Lu!” Mario grunted struggling to breath properly. Luigi just rolled over closer to his face, the big cheeky grin still on his face “get.. off..” Mario complained. Luigi muttered something into his chest which Mario couldn’t quite catch “what?” He asked yawning “there is a LEAK under the sink.. and I can’t be bothered to fix it.. to tired..” Said Luigi lifting his head up slightly. Mario sighed “well move and I’ll handle it!” Luigi didn’t respond so Mario resorted to shoving him off the bed instead. He heard Luigi chuckle wickedly as he headed for the sink, he was still half asleep so finding the leak was proving more difficult then he thought “where Lu?” He asked in a tired voice “I don’t see a-“ Mario’s face went from confusion to disappointment and annoyance, there, under the sink was a Leek with a smiley face drawn on in permanent marker, he grabbed the vegetable and looked back at Luigi annoyed, Luigi was on the bed snickering with his hand over his mouth. Mario threw the leek and then a pillow in his face.~~~~~Mario was getting the washing out to iron, they usually split their chores, with clothes, Luigi washed and Mario ironed, when Mario pulled his clothes out he found his overalls tainted pink mixed in with his hat and shirt, some of his spare pyjamas and white vests were also pink, he looked to the ironing board to see Luigi’s clothes fully ironed and in their normal colour, Mario grunted angrily~~~~~the day went on, the pranks never stopping, Luigi had put salt in Mario’s tea in place of sugar, he’d taken Mario’s kart to run errands and hid his own key so that Mario couldn’t even use Luigi’s kart and at lunch Luigi replaced the normal sauce with hot sauce, let’s just say Mario looked redder then his hat and shirt. By evening things seemed to have settled down. Luigi had said he was going out to buy some more power-ups in case of emergencies, Mario had insisted it could wait till tomorrow and with Luigi’s prankster attitude today, didn’t want him to come back with.. he didn’t know, a power-up with spiders on it? A worse tasting mushroom? Whatever it could be Mario just wanted the day to be done but Luigi still left despite his pleas.~~~~~Mario was at the kitchen table, grabbing some spare broken up pieces of chocolate egg he had from Easter the other day. Mario glanced at his alarm clock, the time read: 8:30 PM. Luigi should’ve been back by now. Mario tried to calm himself down and say it was nothing to worry about but he jumped when he heard the door rapidly knocking. “If that’s you messing with me Lu, I swear!” Mario opened the door to see- “Toad?” “Mario-“ Toad panted “Come quick- Luigi- Bowser He-“ as soon as he heard ‘Bowser’ Mario was out the door heading for the castle for help.~~~~~ Mario froze when he got to the castle. There were no guards or anyone in sight “Peach?” Mario called sounding concerned “Peach-“ Mario froze. At the front doors of the castle was a large looming silhouette of Bowser, the only colour showing were his red eyes, at the base of the doors, just on the bridge was Luigi, laying there motionless. “Lu?... Luigi!” Mario ran to his brothers side. “Lu?.. Luigi come on get up!” Mario whispered “he didn’t stand a chance!” Said Bowser laughing maniacally. Mario looked up at him, tears in his eyes, without another word Mario carefully laid Luigi down and charged at the Koopa King full force, throwing a punch at him, and then- Mario gasped as Bowser broke in two. He looked up in confusion to see Toad holding a megaphone. -To be continued.

Meant to be a oneshot but tumblr spacing XD so will have to be a 2-parter sorry! 😉

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Whispers Snippet - (2/?)

Word count: 500 Content warnings: Discussion of a missing person In which Lorelei and her sister Katya have a talk.

Katya knows my mood the moment she sees me through the window above her sink. I can tell, because her cheeks have started to fold around her concerned frowns in the same way mother’s used to, and she is just as bad at hiding it as she was.

“Did not go well?” she asks when I enter the kitchen, scrubbing furiously at the plate in her hand with her sleeves rolled past her elbows, which still manage to be damp with soap suds from the over-full sink.

“No.” I shrug my coat off and hang it on an empty apron hook, wincing at the pressure in my leg as I balance with one crutch.

“What happened?”

“He is nearing a breaking point.” Using the crutch for my strongest leg, I start to nudge a stool from the edge of the room to her side. “Forgetting that I do not work for him.”

“Lovely,” she mutters, batting her hands dry on her apron before helping me bring the stool the rest of the way.

I tuck up my sleeves once I take a seat, and set to work at her side, scrubbing with abandon to let my fury leak from my hands in a painless haze.

As we work, the scent of fresh bread wafts from the counters behind us, already stacked with a dozen loaves and several more baking on the heat-creaking racks of the oven. Muddied voices beyond the far wall fade in and out with the tide of conversation, the thud of glasses and mugs filling the gaps between. Floorboards groan above us as someone wanders the inn, footfalls soft with either socks or bare feet.

It is peaceful, and soon, my sister and I have cleaned all there is to clean, and set about drying instead.

“Do you have anywhere else to be today?” she eventually asks. “Any more leads to pick up?”

I glance to her, to the edge of round cheek that faces me when her eyes cannot, and the grey wisps that have started creeping along the lengths of her black hair over the last few years. To the laugh lines and crow’s feet that have deepened as much as the furrows in my own brow.

She acts so much like mother.

She must hate having father’s hair.

“I don’t know. Has the boy shown up yet?” I ask, spinning the pint glass over the towel in my hand even though it is already dry.

“No.” She sets the last mug down, nudges it to make enough room for my glass before taking it. “...Have you found anything?”

“Not much.” I reach for another dish only to find the pile depleted, and instead fold the rag into my lap. “It seems he kept to himself beyond the inn. Haven’t even learned his name.”

Katya hums, concern working itself deeper into her cheeks. “I... worry for him.”

I smooth the fabric with my fingers, toy with the edges wearing ragged. “Do you think he had reason to take on a debt?” “I don’t know.”

[here-there-were-dragons]

apparently she is now absolutely convinced that all of us are blaming her, personally, for the hot water heater thing? even though literally no one except her has made even the slightest suggestion of blame or guilt towards anyone at all????? (she's literally the only one who has even brought up blame and naturally it was in the form of swearing at us on and off for the last two days straight about how we're all irresponsible and 'hard on everything in our surroundings' and we're so stupid for not noticing and we never maintain anything and it's somehow our fault that corrosion happened in a 20+ year old hot water heater that all four of us have been using that entire time but naturally her usage of anything never counts because she's a magical clean fairy who has no impact on her surroundings whatsoever at all and does not produce any waste nor consume any money or power. none of us responded to her ranting about this, because we've long since learned most of the time it's not worth the trouble and doesn't even get her to stop anyway. so she literally is inventing a reaction that doesn't exist, because literally no one even reacted to her in any way whatsoever at all much less blamingly. i also note that she spent the entire hot water heater incident screaming at all of us for not doing everything (we couldn't figure out why the water was still leaking as if something was running when none of the water-running devices were still on and she was absolutely, screamingly, insultingly convinced that we were just too stupid to have checked all the toilets thoroughly enough, and we had to google to figure out how to turn it off because we didn't want to accidentally make it EXPLODE) as quickly and perfectly as she would like too.)

and then she decided to go anger-clean the old coat closet no one's opened since grade school (which translates to "standing there screaming and swearing at us and criticizing everything while she makes us do it for her, because if she has to pick up even one(1) item herself she wails about it and how the 'unhealthy person shouldn't be doing this' and we're 'making her wipe our asses for us like two year olds' for hours), and in the process we found a bunch of random boxes of soap that no one knows why they're there or how they got there (which she proceeded to scream for 20 minutes about how nonsensical it is and what a horrible waste of money and how we're all morons for putting that there and it's not supposed to be there ect ect ect insert lots of swearing here, as i'm writing this she's stomped over to the kitchen and has now started yelling and swearing about something to do with dishes in the sink, for the fourth time today), and for some reason she is absolutely convinced we're all blaming her for that now too? even though literally no one ever said anything at all other than that we don't know why those are there??????

[theplumbnerd]

Fixing a Leaky Faucet: Plumb Nerd's Success Story

Introduction

Hey there, fellow DIY enthusiasts! I'm Jack Thompson, your Plumb Nerd from Denver, and today I want to share a success story that might just inspire you on your own plumbing adventures. We've all been there – that irritating drip, drip, drip from a leaky faucet. But fear not! In this tale of triumph, I'll walk you through the steps I took to conquer a leaky faucet and bring peace back to my kitchen. So, grab your tools, and let's dive into this success story together!

The Drip Dilemma

A few days ago, I found myself facing the classic homeowner's woe – a leaky kitchen faucet. The incessant dripping was not only a water-waster but also a constant reminder of a plumbing problem that needed fixing. Determined to tackle it head-on, I rolled up my sleeves and embarked on a mission to silence that pesky drip. Step 1 - Investigation Time I started by turning off the water supply to the sink. This is a crucial step to avoid any unwanted surprises and to ensure a mess-free repair process. Once the water was off, I plugged the sink to prevent small parts from taking an unexpected dive down the drain. Step 2 - Disassembly Without Tears With a set of basic tools – an adjustable wrench and screwdrivers – I carefully began disassembling the faucet. Remembering to take pictures along the way proved to be a smart move, as it would serve as my visual guide during reassembly. Step 3 - Identifying the Culprit As I delved deeper into the dismantling process, I identified the likely suspect – a worn-out rubber washer. The constant use had taken its toll, causing the washer to lose its sealing ability and allowing water to escape in the form of an annoying drip. Step 4 - The Heroic Replacement Armed with a new rubber washer from my trusty plumbing kit, I installed it in place of the worn-out one. This simple yet crucial replacement was the key to stopping the leak. I also took this opportunity to clean any mineral deposits or debris that had accumulated over time. Step 5 - Reassembly and Testing With the new washer in position, I carefully reassembled the faucet, referring to the pictures I had taken earlier. Ensuring everything was snug but not overtightened, I turned the water supply back on and held my breath as I awaited the moment of truth. Step 6 - Silence at Last To my delight, the once-dreaded drip had vanished. Success! The faucet now stood as a testament to the power of a simple DIY fix. No more wasting water, no more irritating sound – just the sweet silence of a leak-free faucet. Lessons Learned This leaky faucet escapade taught me a few valuable lessons: - Don't Fear the Basics: Sometimes, the most common plumbing issues have the simplest solutions. Don't shy away from tackling them yourself. - Patience Pays Off: Taking the time to disassemble and reassemble with care can make all the difference. Rushing leads to mistakes. - Documentation is Key: Pictures are worth a thousand words, especially when it comes to remembering how everything fits together. - A Well-Stocked Toolkit is a Lifesaver: Having a toolkit with essential plumbing supplies can turn you into a DIY hero at a moment's notice.

Conclusion

So there you have it, fellow DIYers – my success story of fixing a leaky faucet. With a bit of investigation, a touch of replacement, and a sprinkle of patience, I turned a frustrating problem into a satisfying solution. Now, armed with newfound confidence, I'm ready to take on the next plumbing challenge that comes my way. Remember, the joy of DIY is not just in the fix itself but in the journey of learning and conquering. Happy fixing! Read the full article

[jasontucker]

Smart leak detectors you need in your home

I read this article You Need Leak Detectors in Your Home, and More Than You Think from Life Hacker today and they mention various places to put leak detectors in your home. Places like water heater, crawlspace, garage, toilets, under sinks, dishwasher, refrigerator, laundry, roof, boiler/radiator, fishtanks and HVAC.

The one place we use ours the most in our home is our garage freezer. It’s a freestanding upright freezer and its older and has a lock on it that requires a key. We don’t have any little kids in our house so we have the key hanging on a string off the door handle. The lock is a bit of a pain to use and if the seal on the freezer isn’t 100% it sometimes frosts up a bit in the corners making it hard to close and lock properly. Unless you lock and then pull on it, it may not be locked and this has bit us in the butt. Subsequently we’ll found a puddle under the door where the ice has melted before the content of the freezer have began melting as well. I’ve installed a smart leak sensor in the hinge side of our freezer sitting on the floor and when the door isn’t 100% closed this is where the drips usually form. When a drip hits the floor and enough surrounds the sensor 2 exposed metal pieces and the water complete the circuit and it sends a signal to the hub to send out an alarm.

So what sensors and hub do we use? Aqara! You can buy Aqara on Amazon and you’ll need just 2 things, the sensor and a hub. This posts isn’t sponsored and the links are not affiliate links, I can’t keep up with such things.

Smart Sensor

Aqara Water Leak Sensor has 20% off coupon

Hubs

Aqara Smart Hub M2 has 20% off coupon

Aqara Hub M1S Gen 2, Wireless Smart Home Bridge has 20% off coupon

In my home I have the Aqara Hub M1S Gen 2 hub, it works with Homekit out of the box and it can talk to all the Zigbee based repeaters you may have in your home. The unit have has a speaker that yells out about the leak and also blasts out to the Apple Home app that a leak was detected. Once you get into this system you pretty my build out your own security system with door, window sensors and temp and occupancy sensors too. This my be your gateway into having a smart home! You have been warned!

Let me know how this goes for you, its saved me from replacing food in the freezer and I’d imagine if we ever have a leak under the sinks or the kitchen we’d be warned as well. Buy many and deploy them they will save you much like they have saved us.

[entrepreneurshipsecrets]

How Water Usage Can Help Businesses Save Money

In light of the current pandemic, many businesses are looking for ways to reduce costs. We’ve recently shared some money-saving tips beyond budgeting, and today we will be looking at reducing costs in an area that many businesses tend to overlook: water bills. Utility bills tend to be one of the first areas businesses consider when it comes to reducing costs, but water is not something that people will commonly think about when they’re trying to save money. Taking care of your water usage will help your business save money, even if you’re simply relying on water for taps and bathroom facilities.

Shop around

Not all business owners realize this, but if you are based in Scotland or England, you can now choose your water retailer. If the traditional regional wholesalers are still in charge of operating and maintaining the local network, retailers are in charge of the billing and managing of all the services offered to the customer. This competitive environment means that customers can look for the best rate offered or the best services available. If you’re looking to save money, water retailers like Castle Water can help you look at areas of improvement to reduce your water usage and your bills.

Repair & maintenance

Ever found that your water bill was suddenly increasing for no apparent reason? This could be caused by leaks and issues in your water network, even if they may not be obvious. A leak doesn’t always mean a burst pipe or flooding the office space, it could be small enough so you wouldn’t notice it but over time the increased water usage will have an impact on your bills. The same can be said of taps. Ever had an annoying drip in the kitchen sink that you just ignore for months on end? It’s easy to think that a few drops of water won’t change much and delay repairs, but it’s been estimated that a faucet leaking at 10 drips a minute can waste 3 litres a day, or about 90 litres a month! Ensuring that all repairs are carried out in a timely manner and that your network and pipes are correctly maintained, without any leaks, will ensure that you won’t waste any water or money.

Perform a full audit

Once you’ve ensured that your retailer offers you the best rate and you are sure that you don’t have any leaks, it’s time to look at reducing your water usage, which will help you save money. To better understand how your business uses water, it is common to perform a full audit that will look at different areas such as water meters, water management practices, or the efficiency of your facilities. The audit results will highlight areas of improvement where the business can be more efficient, reducing water usage which in turn will lower your bills. This is another area where your water retailer can help you, as many offer services around water efficiency to help businesses plan and implement measures in order to be more water-efficient. We hope you’ve found this post useful. Find more advice and news in our business and finance categories. Read the full article

[chinahatbeach]

Thoughts for Today

Friday. Aloha Friday…… I am looking forward to the weekend. Big plans….. nope. Taking a nap, maybe. I just have today to get through and then, the couch calls my name. A hot cup of tea, snuggly blanket, and my doggos.

Yesterday was a tiring day. By the time I got home, had something to eat, and watched a bit of tv, I was done. Somedays wear you out more than others.

I find that the one company I work for grates on me. They are so unorganized. I asked for Comet cleaner in December and finally got it last night. My new boss called me to tell me that a fellow from the company would make a delivery to the jobsite. I was across the street working at a different company and cleaning there. The fellow showed up with two bottles of Comet liquid cleanser. I shall use it sparingly as I have no clue if I’ll get any in the near future.

Today’s adventure is cleaning for a new customer. She had broken her hip and can’t do things. She has 5 or 6 cats and can’t clean the cat litter. Think about that…….and use your nose for those thoughts. Hazmat suit comes to my mind. I’ve cleaned cat litter that was more like cement. Take that litter pan outside and put the whole mess in the garbage can. The garbage man would have a hard time lifting it. Cement I tell you. Urine odor. Tootsie Rolls of epic proportion.

Over the years, I remember the jobs that would make most people gag. I have a top ten of putrid homes. Most of those came along when I cleaned apartments for a living. Oh, the sights I have seen.

Number one worst was Alice’s townhome. She was a neighbor of ours when we lived off of Mahama Way. She had mental issues but was the sweetest lady. She had cats and a dog. The cats peed up against the kitchen cabinets, the walls, and most everywhere. The rug stuck to the molding along the wall due to the amount of pee. The washer leaked and ruined the floor. The stench was overwhelming. No one else would work for us to help us remove the carpeting and do needed repairs. And we also had another person who lived in another townhome who lived with two dogs who urinated and pooped all over the downstairs carpeting. Her downstairs toilet leaked and was sinking into the floor. Her refrigerator had an ungodly amount of black mold. And these folks never notified management of any issues.

I’ve dealt with poopy diapers left behind when people moved out. I’ve seen maggot ridden food left behind. Plugged toilets…. apples do not flush. Tooth brushes and toys do not flush.

After typing up about those horrid jobs, I should write a book on the horrible things I have seen. It would be titled, “Why Clean Your House?”

At least I haven’t found dead bodies at homes but then again, anything is possible. One apartment manager told me his horrible story of having a tenant who was a great tenant…… she always paid her rent before it was due, never was loud, but……….. one day she just moved and didn’t say a thing. He didn’t get her rent and wondered why. After the necessary time and paperwork filed, he went into the apartment. Dead cats and a dead dog. Knee deep worth of poop all over the entire apartment. The oven was left open and a dead cat was in it. He told me it took him a week of working eight hours a day to remove the filth. He had to change his coveralls nightly due to the stench he picked up.

After you have just read some of the horrendous things I have seen, you know why I like things neat and tidy. I watch YouTube videos on how to clean more efficiently. There are great videos on how to make your own cleaning products. I love using lemons to clean along with lavender. Baking soda is a great cleanser and it doesn’t have a scent. Scrubs up stuff very well. Dawn dishwashing liquid is a favorite. A drop of it along with vinegar and water does a great job. And no, I don’t use newspaper to wash windows……. I don’t read newspapers and I find it to be more mess than it’s worth it. I do dilute Windex as it’s too strong and you don’t need it that strong. My favorite products are Dr. Bonner’s Soaps and cleaner. They have one called “Sal Suds Biodegradable Cleaners”. One tablespoon per one quart of water to clean with and it does make a lot from one container. One half of a teaspoon per gallon of water to mop the floor. Why spend money on fancy stuff that wastes money.

Well, I better go and get ready to hit the trenches of dirt and grime. If you have questions on how to clean something, send it. I like saving other folks money and help them do the dirty work. But then again, I like getting paid to do the dirty work. Nothing feels better than to revive a dirty shower and see it sparkle.

And that’s the way it is………….

[wonjns]

pipes ♭

pairing; wen junhui x male reader

genre; smut

summary; you expected your day to get worse after finding your clogged and leaky sink,,, what you didn't expect was your day getting a million times better by doing something about it... or, having someone else do something bout it.

includes; bottom!reader, plumber!jun, grinding, man handling, muscle kink, implied blowjob, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)

wc; 3.5k

notes; requested by anon ✓ "Can I request a Junhui oneshot (smut)? Where the reader have a clug on his sink and he called a plumber which is Jun who was looking hot that the reader attempt to wear a very short clothes to catch Jun's attention." // WHEHEH jun is so hot hdhgsghs i feel bad taking FOREVERRR to write this but i sure did enjoy it, even though im 80% sure this is trashhh.... BUT i love writing for svt !!!

you sighed, looking down at your kitchen sink, the 99th problem you've had today.

this was absolutely the last thing you needed. school was a mess, your part-time job was a hot mess, and your recent breakup was an absolute travesty - to put it in simple terms.

amidst your currently stressful and hectic day to day life, you were at least grateful you had the comfort of your own little adorable, freshly rented apartment. it was the only thing you were in complete control of - the designs, the furniture, the decor, how much art you hung, how many plushies you owned; it was like your own little realm, your safe haven.

so, now that your safe haven had internal leaking and busted pipes, you might actually pull your hair out.

you face palmed yourself, and after 30 minutes of whining in isolation, you managed to call a plumbing service. it would probably cost a fortune, but it wasn’t like this was something you could just avoid. you had never called a plumber on your own before, so all you could do was pray it was worth it and that it wasn’t some scam despite all the skepticism that lied in the forefront of your mind.

you could see the whole scene play out now - some hefty man who would probably smell like fresh manure and saggy pants would roll up to your apartment, track mud inside through some gigantic sloppy boots, break apart your sink, and then charge you nearly a thousand dollars for a $100 job.

well, it seemed you learned nothing in grade school about judging stereotypes, because when you heard a soft ding dong, you would’ve never expected the sight before you.

standing beyond your door frame was a tall, slightly tanned man with what had to be the most attractive eyes you’d ever seen. he sported a clean dyed blonde undercut, with dangerously sexy darker roots. his facial features were small and his shoulders were wide,,, really wide. his one piece denim jumpsuit flaunted his legs, the longest ones you’ve seen in a hot minute.

he looked around your age, much younger than expected for a plumber, and as your eyes raked over his body, his proportions seemed a little too unreal. and even though his frame was clothed, you couldn’t help but notice how muscular his thighs-

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focus.

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“hello, sir.” he spoke politely but nonchalantly, a lollipop loosely hanging from his lips.

his greeting fell upon deaf ears, as you just stood there gawking for a moment.

he must’ve seen you staring and assumed you found him rude, as he furrowed his eyebrows for a second before removing the lollipop from his lips and brightening his tone.

“hello, sir? i’m jun from proxy plumbing inc. i’m here for the call about your sink?”

you blinked a couple times, shooting your eyes back up to meet his. you offered a sheepish smile, a bit embarrassed.

“yes! sorry, come right on in...” you finally responded, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

jun smiled back at you before plopping the lollipop back in his mouth, reaching down to pick up a huge back of equipment that you had been too easily distracted to notice.

the taller male followed you through your cozy apartment, eyeing the abstract art on the wall and plush stuffed animals mounted on ledges and counters.

cute, he thinks.

“so, i’m not really sure what’s wrong with it, but the lady from your office said something about an internal leakage on the phone?” you spoke when you reached the kitchen. 

jun nodded. “mind if i take a look?”

setting his bag down, the sandy blonde dug inside and fished a flashlight. he loomed over your sink, arching over to shine his light down the drain and get a good look.

you were originally standing next to him, growing a bit flustered at how he practically towered over you. you stepped back so he could have space to better examine your sink - at least that’s what you told yourself. of course, it was only a coincidence that you stepped far enough back to see his round butt fit tight against his jumpsuit. geez, you’re such a perv.

you’re once again snapped out of your trance from his physique as he shoots back up to give you a debriefing of what exactly was wrong with your sink. you listened along, nodding as he spewed terms you had no idea about and honestly weren’t interested in learning. your gaze simply remained transfixed on his pink lips as he spoke, lightly glistening from sucking on his lollipop.

“alright, mr. y/n, i’ll go ahead and start the repair.”

“sounds good- oh, and just y/n is fine, if you want.” you offer with a friendly smile, maybe too friendly.

“okay, y/n.” he returns your flirty smile, and you swore you saw a wink for a split second.

as he got started, he opened up the bottom cabinet below the sink, and started... unzipping his jumpsuit? you froze in place, watching the metallic zipper fly down the middle of his torso, stopping just at his waist. he freed his arms through their loops, exposing his toned biceps through the lightly tattered white tank top he wore underneath.

his lollipop danced between his lips as he tied the now loose arm flaps tightly around his waist, revealing how thin it actually was in comparison to his broad shoulders. damnit, how was a plumber so sculpted.

he looks up, quirking an eyebrow curiously at you when he catches your lingering stare on the delicious curves of his arms. you immediately turned around after getting busted, wanting to avoid risking him seeing the blush you felt sneaking its way to your cheeks.

“o-okay then, i’ll just be in my room... finishing some work... holler if you need anything.”

you splashed water on your face in your bathroom. looking at yourself in the mirror, you cursed. you were a mess.

only 10 minutes into ‘finishing some work’, which actually consisted of stealing glimpses of the tall, lean, muscular man under your sink every couple of seconds, you felt a warmth in your stomach that just wouldn’t leave.

there was no way you were turned on by your plumber.

you gently smacked your palm against your face, trying to make yourself snap out of it. you were just tired. yeah,, that was it. you were just exhausted from managing school and work and were feeling the lonely withdrawals of dealing with a breakup.

it had only been two weeks, after all. but it had been a total of four weeks since you got physical. a month without feeling the satisfying warmth of someone else wrapping you in their arms.

as you kept peaking at jun’s arms flexing while he worked, you couldn’t cease from imagining those arms being the ones to end your touch deprived streak, encasing you. you imagined him nuzzling his head in your neck and leaving hot, bubblegum scented kisses. you obviously noticed how undeniably skilled his hands were at working a wrench, you could only imagine how it would feel for him to be skillfully stroking your-

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y/n. focus.

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you changed out of your work clothes and put on some short gym shorts and a loose tank top, hoping the air condition would cool you down.

this man was here for a job. that’s it. he was going to fix your sink and you both would carry on about your days, business as usual. it was immature to let your fantasies run wild about some stranger that was only at your place for professional reasons - plumbing nonetheless, arguably the most unromantic scenario possible.

you got a grip on reality. the reality that any mature, adult man would be responsible and not go out there to flirt with employees, no matter how badly you wanted to.

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“y/n~~” jun called from the kitchen, almost playfully.

“yes?” you respond from your room.

“come talk to me, i’m bored.”

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....fuck the reality.

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you couldn’t have moved fast enough back into the kitchen. when you arrived, laptop being held balanced on one of your forearms, you leaned against one of the cabinets.

jun’s jumpsuit, while still tied, had significantly lowered on his waist. it seemed he was getting quite the work out dealing with your pipes, as his white tank stop started to cling to his torso through a layer of sweat. oh god, this was terrible. his chest and pecs was nearly in full view, his abs taking the chance to peak through the transparent white as well.

you begged your eyes to behave, maintaining eye contact with jun as he lifted his head to watch you walk in. a little smirk played on his lips, satisfied at how soon you arrived.

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“isn’t it a little unprofessional that an employee is asking to be kept company while on the job?” you ask, a teasing tone dancing through your voice.

“i suppose... but it’s probably more concerning when the employer is undressing the worker with his eyes every 5 minutes.” jun quipped back, sitting up from his position under the sink.

your breath hitched, and you to cough a little, causing jun to chuckle.

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“just kidding, i know you just want me to do a thorough job.” he continued, rummaging through his tool bag and grabbing some sharp pliers.

returning to his position on his back under your cabinets, his propped one of his legs up, spread just a little more than they needed to be. oh god, you really didn’t want him to leave.

you were stunned in a silence at his ‘joke’, before you began awkwardly laughing to play it off.

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“right, of course. you know a lot of companies out here scam clueless customers like me, i just want to make sure my stuff is at least properly fixed.” you perked up, placing your laptop down on the counter.

“that’s true. you don’t have anyone here to help you figure this kinda stuff out?” he questioned, and you knew what was he was getting at.

“nah... my boyfriend and i broke up a couple weeks ago.” you admit, trying not to sound too defeated.

“boyfriend...” you hear jun mumble lowly.

“so does your girlfriend appreciate your handiness around the house?” you question, doing some of your own sleuthing.

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jun chuckles at your question, you catching sight of his gorgeous whites even from under the sink.

“nah,, i’ve never had a girlfriend. not exactly into ‘em.” he casually responded, once again making your breath hitch. thankfully, you were more discreet this time.

you didn’t want to assume anything, but decided to test your theory further.

“really?? what’s a handsome guy like you doing without a girlfriend,, i bet the ladies are all over you.”

“they are, but i prefer when it’s the pretty boys.” he responds with an even more visible smirk on his face.

jun slightly lifts his upper body again to look at you, his shirt riding up just enough to expose a small patch of his toned torso. you noticed a small patch of dirt on one of his temples, and somehow it made him even sexier.

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your thighs immediately squeeze together, and you fight to keep your jaw from fully dropping. his shamelessness only caused the heat in your stomach to burst into a flame, and there was no putting that shit out now.

the blonde chuckled more as he leaned back to continue his work, but you heard his laughing quickly cut short with a sharp “ow!”

your head shot back to him amidst your flustered state, noticing that he had lost his grip on the pliers and dropped them on his stomach.

it didn’t seem like it would hurt much, but the way jun grabbed the injured spot with a contorted face said otherwise.

“jun?? are you alright?!” asked, shuffling over to him concerned as he curled his body to the side.

he rubbed the area where the pliers fell, grunting.

“are you hurt? let me see.” you say, gently tugging his tattered shirt upwards.

“it’s really nothing,” he pants. “is just a-“

you pull his shirt up.

“scar.” you mutter softly, eyeing a faint, decently sized stripe that ran up the side of his torso.

“it was bad when i got it during a job a couple months ago, but it’s just a little sensitive now.” he spoke, his original cocky tone no where to be found.

you nodded. admittedly, it looked way cooler than it did painful, and you couldn’t help but feast your eyes on the rest of his exposed torso that it complimented. his skin was practically glowing - glistening from a thin sheet of sweat.

his eyes locked on to you as you gently reached out to feel along his scar, his toned abs lightly contracting at your gentle touch. you’d lie if you said you didn’t feel blood rush south as your hand glided over his muscles, taking the liberty to roam his bare chest.

eventually, he leaned up after fully discarding his shirt and was just letting you feel wherever you wanted. both of your breaths were becoming labored. his skin was so smooth, but his lean muscles were so firm.

you held your breath when you locked eyes. whatever was happening, there was no going back - your body kicking into autopilot as your fingers danced along his frame. you reveled in the feeling of his defined shoulders underneath your palms.

“does it still.. hurt?” you ask in a whisper.

“it.... uh... not anymore.”

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those words were the last to be spoken before the whirlwind began.

only mere seconds had passed before you pressed against your cabinets in a heated kiss. jun’s lips desperately assaulted yours in a fury, and you returned the force with a hunger so strong you could feel your mind hazing over.

you were so lost in the warmth that was radiating from him to that you hadn’t even noticed jun hoisting you up against the wall and wrapping your legs around his waist.

a deep moan ripped from your throat as jun’s tongue invited itself into your mouth, swirling and sucking with a strength you couldn’t comprehend. jun must’ve been just as needy as you were, as you were reduced to squeezing him tightly in order to even keep up with his mouth’s tempo.

the older male’s fingers kneaded into your ass cheeks as one of your hands curled into his hair, allowing your free arm to drape over his broad shoulders and feel along the expanse of his smooth, exposed back. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when jun switched to sucking passionately on your neck’s pulse point, feeling your palm glide along his firm shoulder blade.

his skin felt so irresistibly good under your touch you swore you could’ve been daydreaming. 

he dug his head farther into your neck and couldn’t resist the urge to grind against your core after hearing your whimpers, which grew louder from the sensation his mouth was bringing your weak spot. the aroused groan that escaped jun’s throat from the friction of your bodies rubbing together only made more heat pool in your stomach.

the blonde lowered you back to the floor just long enough to pull your short-shorts down, revealing the bulging erection that prodded through your underwear. jun licked his lips seductively before looking at you again, a slow smirk growing on his face. you were busy panting from the intensity of it all, and he was reveling in seeing you so worked up. you couldn’t help yourself from whining once more from the silence and latching on to his biceps, pouncing back on him.

he caught you in his arms effortlessly, maintaining the god-forsaken smirk during your sloppy makeout when your legs returned to their place around his waist. you were shocked at the difference a singular layer could make, shamelessly obsessed w the pressure his abs were bringing your clothed cock.

“you’re driving me crazy, please take these off.” you groaned in between heated kisses, referring to his plumbing jumpsuit still tied around his waist.

“so shameless, mr. y/n. i didn’t expect such a needy client today.” he quirked back, only half-joking. he really didn’t expect his today to go like this, but who was he to complain. 

your face was glowing red from both embarrassment and libido as you were once again on your own feet, being dragged by the taller man to your bathroom. 

you were then immediately pressed up against the door, jun trapping your lips within his once more. you could still taste the faint flavor of his bubblegum lollipop, making him addicting enough to almost just want to stay like this forever. your greedy hands roamed over his tones torso once more, his body slightly wincing when you graced over the scar on his muscly torso again. 

you broke the kiss for air, but mostly to watch how his lean abs rippled under your touch. you couldn’t help but release another deep moan at the sight of his perfect body, and the grin on jun’s expectant face gave away his satisfaction of you practically drooling over him. 

however, he also noticed your disdain over the uniform pants he still wore, your slightly perverted mind running wild with the imagination of what he looked like underneath. 

“patience, baby, patience.” jun whispered slyly as he effortlessly lifted you yet again and placed you on the sink counter. 

he tugged at your underwear’s waistband before looking at you with lust-filled eyes, your pleading face begging him to continue. 

his warm mouth traced kisses down your thighs, that were seconds away from trembling, as he dragged the material down. jun discarded the boxers with ease, and dragged his tongue painfully slow up one of your calves and to your inner thigh. 

your throbbing erection begged for attention, yet he was determined not to give it anything more than a gentle peck on your shaft - an action that sent you nearly feral. if your thighs weren’t trembling before, they were now hosting a seismic earthquake as jun stood and removed his own plumber pants, his muscular thighs now on full display for your eyes. 

you whined and squirmed in place on the counter when you took in the size of his erect cock, it was beautiful. the idea of a man being built this perfect still couldn’t settle in your mind, and at this point every fiber of your being was aching for him. 

your gawking didn’t go unnoticed by jun, who finally returned your attention by grabbing your legs and dragging you to the edge of the sink. a deep sigh escaped the both of you as your now bare erection pressed up against his abs, and his member prodded at your entrance.  

jun’s eyes searched yours for confirmation, and when you desperately shook your head yes and clung to his shoulders for stability, he finally started pushing in. 

you moaned a little quick-- and too loud, for your own liking, but the immediate pleasure the stretch brought you was almost unbearable. it had been so long, and the more he filled you the more you felt like you were floating. you threw your neck back as he hilted inside you, him littering kisses and nips on your neck column.

he stood still for a while, not even hearing your pleas for him to move as he got lost in prodding his tongue and lips against your nipples. the stimulation was making your head spin and you really weren’t sure how much you could handle before you lost it. 

“j-jun, please.” you weakly whimpered, to which he happily obliged. 

and fuck, the talent in this man’s hips was unbelievable. once he started rolling his hips into yours, he didn’t miss your sweet spot a single time. 

you bit your lip to keep from emitting any more embarrassing noises, eventually opting to taking one of his own muscular pecs into your mouth, drawing out a groan from him instead. your ego boost with every deep sound he made, the vibration surging through his chest offering you even more pleasure. 

soon enough you met your climax, the feeling of your sensitive tip rubbing against the grooves of his abs proving to be more than enough to get you shooting white over them. 

jun’s name fell from your mouth endlessly as you struggled to catch your breath, causing him to slow to a stop after helping you riding out your high.

“attaboy,” he spoke, bathing in your fucked out face before placing a kiss on your cheek. “you did so well.” 

“but you didn’t finish..” you replied, feeling guilty after noticing you couldn’t hold out until he reached his own orgasm.

jun simply chuckled at you before helping you down from the sink and gently pushing you to your knees.

“its ok, you can help me.” he quipped. you looked up at him a bit confused, and he stroked a hand through your hair. 

safe to say the kitchen’s pipes weren’t the only ones clogged that day.

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