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TMNT Reunion Event: Campfire Stories
The air felt cold where Mikey stood. Aware from the fire as the orange flames flickered, sparks drifting upwards, embers glowed and laughter consumed the air as all the other cabins gathered around. Roasting marshmallows, making s’mores.
The fire crackled and popped, logs broke and the fire began to settle after one of the Raph’s had rearranged them.
A peaceful scene but not even the warm laughs or fire could defeat the cold that surrounded Mikey.
Mikey thought to himself
“I’ve seen them before
I didn’t realise it at the time but
I’ve seen them
Even before this all started
I knew my powers were getting stronger but I didn’t want to think about it
I thought they were just dreams
Donnie says my imagination has always been overactive
So I thought it was nothing
But I was wrong
So many people
So many versions of us
All so different
But also the same
Some remind me of when we were kids
When it felt like nothing could touch us and the world was still such an unknown. When we would get upset when separated and our imaginations could keep us occupied for ages.
Some remind me of just before everything changed
When we still challenged everything and being hero’s was so exciting. When Leo still acted like a big shot and Donnie still talked to us about his latest project with amazement and excitement. When Raph still kept his cool and when no matter what we were doing we would just hang out together.
Some have grown up completely different to us But there getting better and there trying to be there for each other
…
All so different
But almost all with their own problems
Lots of problems
I guess he was right
We are creatures destined for tragedy
…
But maybe….
Just maybe… we’ll be okay and be like we were again
Everyone here has overcome challenges and faced adversity.
Yeah
We’ll be okay
We’ll all be okay”
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@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion
For Cabin 11 Baby!!
I wanted to draw the whole thing as a comic but my tablet is braking and so is my laptop. He just gotta hang in there for a little longer
Other People who’s AU’s I included:
First Panel:
@allyheart707
@misshowdoyoudo
@littlemissartemisia
@xxsociallyunacceptablepuppetxx
Second Panel:
@hitwiththetmnt
@banana-pancake5
Third Panel:
@itzzaira
Forth Panel:
@v-albion
@liya4kar
@evenmoreofadisaster
Honestly guys, gals and non-binary pals, there are so many amazing AU’s that are involved in this event and I can’t wait to draw more of other peoples AU’s interacting with my own. I definitely suggest checking out these incredible AU’s, created by some pretty incredible people✨
#tmnt fandom family reunion#tmnt ffr cabin 11#looks like we gotta bust out the writing skills#they’re a bit rusty#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise Mikey#rottmnt Mikey#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt fandom#tmnt au#MultiMutantVerse au#MMV Mikey#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt cabin 11#tmnt ffr participants
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Maybe I could try drawing Mahito and myself (or a Y/N). I used to draw myself and my OCs with my fave characters a lot, but eventually I stopped because of cringe culture. Like when I think about doing that I just go “but I guess that’s cringe…” and I then don’t even try.
Ugh. I don’t know.
#man cringe culture has killed all the joy#but I need that kind of comfort rn#and I wanna improve my art skills#they’re a bit rusty#id have to tweak my persona
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Cleaned up the sketch of these dinkdonks a little bit. The names have stuck with me so the weirdo on the left is definitely Ono and on the right is Yudai. I still don’t know about the fox thing but calling it Mikan like the orange is pretty fuckin cute
#rat council oc#rco: yudai#rco: ono#I’ve done some pondering#I think Ono looks like a befuddled rodent that fell out from rusty can cuz of just absolute neglect#they’re definitely a robot of some sort#who was made to mimic organic life#to the point their hair just grows and their skin tans etc#but without upkeep the inorganic skin burns away#and circuits get exposed#I think their head is also fried a little bit#they’ve been betrayed/abandoned by someone#idk what Yudai is but I think they’re someone very charismatic and loved/respected#with power and influence#I think they’d tried to help Ono#but when Ono just made it more difficult by being uncooperative#and rage driven#Yudai just went well fine go and run urself into an early grave#before trying to subtly help again#and being annoyed again
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laughing at this, frenchie is just constantly going through it with these missions
#can’t believe they’re injecting animals this season is gonna be chaos#the boys#prime video#the boys season 4#frenchie#mothers milk#billy butcher#homelander#kimiko miyashiro#hughie campbell#annie january#ignore the bad quality my screenshot skills are a bit rusty#jay’s thoughts (and prayers)
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I haven’t drawn in a very long time but I think this lil procrastination doodle from the end of the last chapter came out okay. 🥲
(Made with Procreate)
#unbound fic#I can never keep up with both art and writing#so I’m very rusty on the art bit rn#but sappy enough to try#bg3#astarion#astarion fanart#bg3 fanart#astarion x tav#astarion x oc#astarion x original female character#Áine the Bard#Astarion x Áine#tavstarion#baldur’s gate 3#soft astarion#spawn astarion#I forgot to doodle on some tear streaks just pretend they’re there
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Okay but like, who tf expects kindergartners to understand some of the stuff that they are taught in class in spy x family? Like, I know it’s a pretentious school and some of it is probably for the sake of comedy or something, but my ass was learning how to count to 100 and the names of all the colors and what happens when you mix them, not some of the stuff from the manga. I don’t believe that Japanese kindergarteners are just built different, okay? My mom has been teaching kindergarten for my entire life (actually two or so more than that. I was actually partially named after a student) and has a masters in early childhood development. I was there when she was studying to get that master’s degree, mostly from home, and was witness to a bunch of the stuff she had to read and listen to, though I wasn’t paying super close attention. I did skim some books of hers when super bored as a kid without internet yet.
If there is one grade I hear a lot about from an education pov it’s kindergarten (I also get to hear some weird tea because my mom knows I don’t know any of those kids and am not going to go telling other people shit). Anya might be a bit younger than her classmates (and maybe they use concepts beyond a kindergarten level to try and illustrate how much of what is being asked of her is above what her age is capable of. In which case I do see where the author is coming from but it is still somewhat irritating)I know that a lot of what was covered in my kindergarten class was just building off of what you would learn in preschool while also still introducing the concepts to kids who only just started school, so you probably knew primary color names and stuff but not how to count past ten, so a kid a few years younger than her classmates might have trouble grasping the concepts not taught in preschool. I know I got held back in first grade for a similar reason, (my birthday is in spring so I could have been in a class that was either mostly older than me or mostly younger) but I won’t listen to anyone saying her bad grades in kindergarten make her stupid! Girl should be learning how to add numbers together and read a calendar and share with classmates, not some of the stuff they show yuri teaching. Sure, a kid might seek that sort of thing out on their own if they are particularly interested in a subject, (my nerd ass was always watching nature documentaries on the side and learning art stuff) but it’s not exactly something you should expect from five or six year olds in general. If I’m misremembering what they were talking about I might correct this post, but what I do remember was thinking “that’s way above what you should expect from most children at that age! They just aren’t all able to grasp concepts like this yet. I don’t care if you’re the ‘best school’, if you aren’t teaching your students at their own level then you’re a shitty school in my eyes! And this is their first year at your school anyway! Are you counting on all of them having private tutoring or something?!” while reading it.
And sure, part of Anya having trouble is her trauma around studying, and her mind reading stuff, but still! And yeah, this was set during the cold war in an era without much special education, but it’s kindergarten and she seems capable of understanding kindergarten level concepts! Or at least preschool!
Am I maybe a bit sensitive to this topic specifically as someone with an educator mom who specializes in that grade and developmental stage and as someone who has had problems due to being younger than the first class I was in and also having some learning disabilities? Yes. But i feel like that makes my take MORE relevant. If when I re-read what I forgot it is just as bad as I remember it I WILL be ready to throw hands (and probably lose) over the idea of her being stupid when things are just way more complicated than anyone should be expecting of kids that age! It’s not her fault if the school expects more than what is reasonable for children in that class.
#emma posts#this is silly but honest#spy x family#I need to finish the manga though so maybe my memory is a bit rusty#I normally forget any weird tea I hear about within a few weeks anyway#the latest funny thing that stuck in my head was the kids realizing that my mom probably kisses my dad and a bunch of them going ‘ew!’#apparently they’re really invested in romance at the moment
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the moment nobody has been waiting for: here is my Rook. known for pulling faces like this
saying shit like this
and occasionally serving an absolutely lethal face card for no reason
#don’t worry I have not left bg3 behind i just wanted to play some Veilguard for a bit but believe me. i have not stopped thinking about#my girl Shads and my Tavs/durges#Rook: Wren Laidir#they’re so fucking short they’re like. barely taller than the dwarven characters#look at the height difference between them and Bellara#gayness update: they are hardcore crushing on Neve and also went through every stage of panic when Morrigan showed up#i wish I’d got a screenshot of the absolute gay-ass expression on Rook’s face when she appeared. it was so good#veilguard spoilers#<- again not sure if this actually needs tagging but doing so just in case#besides restarting origins I haven’t played a da game in maybe six years so im very rusty with the factions#but I got my faction letter and it was signed by ISABELA and I was like holy shit of course I picked Isabela’s faction#that’s MY rogue gf#anyway Bellara loves me I’m trying to make Neve love me and Harding is my buddy#and Varric is my dad!
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took a break from dying badly in unova (gen 5) to go and die badly in unova (gen 9)
#i forgorrrrrrrrrrr how difficult the indigo disk was 💀#like i’ve beat all these fights and rematches before#but i clearly completely underestimated how much effort it took last time#see in sv my pokémon are all either like level 100 or level 67 or something#aka like they’re all either too powerful for the bba league to be fun or too weak to stand a chance#like i have some in betweens of course but not enough of them to have a series of interchangeable teams of six#so like whenever i try to rematch i can’t win#bc i always want to make it a challenge and use trainees#still. amarys and her like first 2 pokémon were taking down even some of my level 90 to 100s in like one hit#insane!!!!!!#i forgot they Cooked™️ on these guys. no place for casuals#i can’t just click buttons to win i have to Think#but i don’t feel like thinking so. back to mainland unova am i right#i’m not a casual but i definitely waltzed in there having grown a bit rusty and carefree#my issues in bw have entirely been being underleveled bc otherwise it’s not innately hard#my issues here though. are being overconfident and underestimating the game#pokémon#teal mask/indigo disk
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they’d get along so well they would draw birds together and be unaware of their respective dead families
#ignore that they could possibly be born 100 years apart that’s not important#anyways this goes out to any unfinished swan + rusty lake fans. if they’re out there#everyone else look away for a bit ok#rusty lake#unfinished swan
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can’t believe the Mary Whitehouse Experience is still running in 2023
#me: ‘everyone thinks they’re right and needs to win the argument’?#bit too on the nose isn’t it rusty?#me: *accidentally exposed to the dumbest fucks alive* oh right
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Elliott fucked up.
He just wanted to give him the world. Everything good in his broken brain screamed at him to not go through with it, but how could he say no to Astarion when this meant so much to him? What if he didn’t want to be with him anymore? What would even be the point of going on? Astarion trusted him. How could he not do whatever he needed, no matter the cost? So he helped him. He watched and smiled as Astarion carved the Infernal into his old master’s back, the pathetic gutteral cries more beautiful than any ballad. He put the other victims from his mind. He couldn’t let himself think of them.
He’ll never forget what he did to them. Things would never be the same, and he didn’t even deserve them to be. He probably knew right away that Astarion would never look at him the same way again, but he couldn’t let himself believe it. He would just have to try harder and be more obedient. He’d let Astarion make him his spawn, and help him take over the world. He’d do whatever Astarion wanted. Anything to see that easy smile again, the one reserved special for him.
#bg3#Elliott x Ascended Astarion#Durge x ascended astarion#durgestarion#I literally haven’t written anything in like 7 years now lol#I’m so rusty but these two make me need to write things down!!!#plz be nice to me 🥺#This is my first time ascending Astarion and it’s been roughhhh and honestly a bit triggering lol#but I loveeee the angst and it’s HOT#They’re so toxic 😩#Is this fanfiction?#is this a one shot?#I honestly dont know
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Hey, do you like Sparks of Hope and story collections with episodic stuff?
Because if you do, I’m sure you’d like the fanfic I’ve started working on! (Yes, I write stories too)
You can find the story on two sites, they’re on wattpad and on AO3!
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listening to avior’s playlist again and im having so many thoughts on the names for aria and elegy that my brain’s gonna rot. demons naming the human world elegy (i.e. a poem, typically a lament for the dead) has so many implications about how demons view (and have historically viewed) humans. Avior says that even though time has made his people callous, they still feel the loss of any voice in the “song” of existence. Demons naming the human plane after a literal song of mourning expresses just how tragic the relationship between the two species are.
Humans most likely taught demons loss and grief and how things that are not endless are even more special. Despite being a blip in the lives of immortals, humans still sing in the great song and contribute to the melody.
And then the demonic plane being named Aria is just fascination. An aria is a solo that is mostly sung by a character reflecting on their emotions in a time of suspense. What’s interesting here is that it’s a solo. You’d think that with the focus of everyone singing in the same great song that it’d be an ensemble or choral piece. But no. An aria is a solo. Which begs the question who named named aria and was this meant as a purposeful exclusion.
There is the chance that it is the old use of aria, which is any expressive melody, not necessarily one that is sung. Which would reinforce the ideas of the great song that everyone participates in.
#im a bit rusty on my sovereign lore but if they named aria#then it could’ve been a declaration of their might#they’re the ones who control sing the aria. it’s their solo#but thats JUST A THEORY#A REDACTED THEORY#THANKS FOR WATCHING#redacted asmr#redacted audio
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For clarification, this their game self:
#sketches#character sketch#Elden ring#elden ring tarnished#oc#oc tarnished#still figuring out how to draw them#kinda wanna try to stylize her a bit more#this is my child#and they’re gonna grow up to be such a good little murderer#sorry *knight*#in retrospect I gotta make my wee little fool even more strong looking#also damn my drawing skills are so rusty 😭😭
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actually now that I think about it it’s kinda weird and a little sad that I’ve never played most of my big harp pieces for anyone but my teacher
#they’re all a little bit rusty right now because I haven’t been practicing consistently#but i’m a little astonished at how quickly it comes back#but no! yeah! every so often i’ll sit down at the harp for like an hour+ and just start running pieces#and i always feel really peaceful and tranquil afterward (and a little bit sad that i’m out of practice/don’t do it more often)#but i kind of wish someone were listening! not even in a performing kind of way because i absolutely get stage fright#but in like a hanging out at home and listen to people do stuff in the background kind of way#music’s supposed to be shared I think
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handy | choi san
pairing: choi san x afab reader
word count: 5K
summary: you move into a shitty apartment with a long list of maintenance issues. your landlord puts off sending someone to fix them, only making your frustrations grow. that is, until the maintenance man finally arrives and you discover that he's hot... and you find yourself making excuses for him to keep coming back.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, maintenance man!san, tenant!reader, reader is kind of a perv lol, unprotected piv (wrap it up!), oral (f receiving), san is a tease, fingering, hair pulling (m receiving), cumplay, kitchen counter sex!!!, he kinda throws u around hehehe, choking, dacryphilia, use of a petname (baby), lmk if i forgot anything!
author's note: umm.... hahaha um...... so this is lowkey based on a recent experience i had of my maintenance man coming to fix some shit in my apt and he strangely had SO much rizz and i was like wait a minute.... this could be a great fic idea LMAO thank u to @hausofmingi for being my beta-reader ily always ♡
when you signed your lease at your new apartment, you didn’t expect to sign up for a list of problems.
you desperately needed a new place to live, and with the measly budget you had for rent, all that was left available were slim pickings. so when you finally found a small 1 bedroom apartment that wasn’t double your desired price, you jumped at the opportunity. you applied for the place on the spot and were approved the same day. you didn’t really think anything of it, but when you finally got settled in and actually gave a good look at your newfound home… you were in for a fucking nightmare.
for starters, the window unit in the bedroom wouldn’t blow cool air. it’s right in the heat of the summer, so coming home after a long day only to sweat all night long was not cutting it for you. you put in a maintenance request through your tenant portal app the first day when you realized this.
another annoyance was the dishwasher. one of your biggest must-haves was to have an actual working one. maybe you were asking a bit much with your budget, but with the amount that you work, it was imperative. you were thrilled to see the dishwasher during the viewing, only to find a few days worth of dirty dishes later, that said dishwasher was rusty and moldy. literally unusable. so you put in another maintenance request.
last one, and maybe now you’re just getting picky because you’re pissed, but your shower water pressure sucked, and by the time you would finish a shower, the water would take forever to drain. another request sent.
all these maintenance requests and not a single one fixed. you started to wonder if the tenant portal app even worked, so you called your landlord, only to grapple with them on finding a time for them to fix it while you’re still home. you might want these things fixed asap, but you’re not willing to let a stranger in your space when you’re not there.
you started to fucking lose it. a few weeks with no cold air, shitty water pressure, and dishes piling up your sink, and not one thing being done about it. you call your landlord one more time, urging them to finally fix these issues, arguing that they should’ve been fixed before you even moved in. and with that last push, they finally caved and did their fucking job. they said they’re sending someone there first thing tomorrow.
so when you finally wake up and go about your day-off routine, you’re constantly watching the clock. when they said “first thing tomorrow,” did they mean “first thing tomorrow once the maintenance man feels like it”? because it’s already pushing noon and you’re getting impatient. it’s obnoxious; you’re not able to run any errands (let alone actually go out and enjoy your day off) and you’re just waiting around for some dude to actually do the job you’ve been asking for for weeks.
just as you find yourself dialing the landlord’s number, you hear a knock at your door. fucking FINALLY. you jump off your couch, mind spewing profanities out of frustration. you walk towards the door, ready to give this stupid maintenance man a piece of your mind. you swing open the door, and your heart drops.
the maintenance man stands before you, with a tight black tank that hugged his muscular build and dirty worn jeans. he has a tool belt strapped to his (surprisingly small?) waist and a heavy tool box gripped in his hand. he’s a little dirty, and his chest is shiny with sweat due to the humid outside air. his rugged exterior is a huge juxtaposition to his face, however, with sharp yet kind eyes and a sweet smile.
“you need some maintenance done?” he asks.
“oh, uh, yes,” you stumble, suddenly at a loss for words. “come on in.” you hold the door open, allowing him to walk through to your living room.
“so you’re having issues with your water pressure?” he says, looking around the apartment.
“yeah, that and a few other things,” you reply. “but the biggest thing is the window unit in my room. it doesn’t blow any cold air.”
“i can fix that,” he looks at you with a grin. “which one’s the bedroom?”
you walk him to your room, thanking god he can’t see the blush forming on your face. he walks in and places his tool box down, promptly inspecting the window unit.
“i’ll just let you do your thing,” you say, twiddling your thumbs. “i’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
he nods, and you go back to sit on your couch. you mindlessly scroll through your phone, all while spiraling in your head. did your landlord hire this guy from a fucking modeling agency? he has the build for handyman work, that is certain. however, his face is what’s really getting to you. he could be on the cover of vogue and you wouldn’t bat an eye. but there he is, working on a shitty a/c window unit in your room.
you suddenly become hyper aware of the appearance of your bedroom. what does he think about your decor? is he cringing at the plushies sat on your bed? what if you left a pair of underwear out? oh my god, did you leave your nightstand drawer open, with your vibrator out for the whole world to see?
“it looks like you’ll need a whole new window unit,” he says from your room, interrupting your swarming thoughts. “this one doesn’t even have heat, and you’ll need that for winter.”
“oh, yeah,” you say, getting up and standing in your bedroom doorway. “how long will it take to get a new one? this heat has been brutal.”
“i should be able to bring one tomorrow, if you’re available,” he says, turning back to look at you as he closes up the tool box.
“i’m available,” you say all too quick. dude. be cool. “i mean, yeah, i can try to get off work a little earlier, maybe at like 3?”
“works for me,” he smiles, standing up. “can i get your number?”
you can’t hide your blush this time, nodding at the insinuation, but knowing it was just to iron out arrangements. “here,” you say, opening your phone messages so he can send himself a text.
he types away and hands your phone back. “you need a new dishwasher too, right?”
“i do,” you confirm.
“i can try and get you one by tomorrow too,” he says. “i’m off duty by like 5, so hopefully i’ll have enough time. now the shower?”
you nod and lead him to your bathroom. he examines the shower head, and you watch your cat approach him from behind.
“oh my god,” he says, startled at your cat rubbing against his leg. “this little dude came out of nowhere!” he reaches down to pet him, all while he’s purring up a storm.
“wow, he really likes you,” you stand shocked. your cat is always so standoffish to strangers, usually hiding under your bed or couch. but he’s rubbing against your maintenance man’s legs like he’s best friends with him.
“cats tend to really like me, i don’t know why,” he chuckles, scratching at your cat’s head. “what’s his name?”
“leo,” you say.
“like the zodiac sign?” he looks up at you while still petting him.
“yeah, i wanted to name him after his own sign but he’s a cancer, soooo…” you trail off, awkwardly fiddling with your hands.
“i’m a cancer!” he lights up, looking back down at leo. “no wonder we get along.”
you smile, and then realize you’re staring again. “i’ll go back in here so you can work.”
after distracting yourself with your phone again for a bit, you look up and see the man starting to walk out the bathroom doorway, already with his things together.
“okay, it should be good now, but let me know tomorrow if there’s any issues,” he says. you nod to him and lead him to the front door. you open the door and he walks out, but turns to you before he leaves. “so, i’ll see you tomorrow?” he has a smile on his face, with a hint of something behind it that you can’t quite read.
“yeah, tomorrow,” you say.
after locking the door behind him, you slump onto the couch with a big sigh. that was somehow the most nerve-wracking thing you’ve ever experienced. you remember he texted himself on your phone, so you open your messages and see the unsaved number.
sent 12:28 pm this is san :)
you can feel heat rising to your cheeks. even a stupid smiley face in a text has got you kicking your feet. you text him back, telling him your name and a quick thank you.
dear lord. this man didn’t even do anything, but he will be the death of you.
you come home early the next day, even earlier than you mentioned. partly because you wanted to clean up your place a bit, but the other part to mentally prepare yourself for a hot man in your apartment again. you clean up your room, tidying up so it looks a tad better than it did the day prior. once you’re done, you find yourself fixing up your makeup, realizing you’re putting way too much effort into seeing a fucking handyman fix your a/c.
are you really doing this? intentionally getting dolled up for this?? haha never! right….?
you hear a knock at your door and jump up. you check yourself in the mirror one last time, fixing the gloss on your lips. you go to open the door to reveal san, standing in front of you again with a familiar sweet smile on his face. you smile back too eagerly.
“i got your window unit!” he says, nodding down to the large box in his hands.
“oh, come in, that must be heavy!” you say, ushering him into your living room.
“mind if i go in your room?” he asks.
“of course, please,” you say, opening your bedroom door and letting him set the box down. you attempt to subtly watch his arms flex as he drops it. oh my god he is so hot.
you retreat to the living room as usual, allowing him to work in peace. you work on some things on your laptop to pass the time, but the thought of this man working on your a/c, muscles protruding, sweat glistening… it’s all too much of a distraction. you decide to put your ear buds in, trying to drown out your own perverse thoughts. you finally are able to hone in on your work, catching up on the things you couldn’t finish during your shift today since you left early.
you don’t realize that san finished installing the window unit until you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.
“oh!” you stammer, pulling an ear bud out. “sorry, what’s up?”
san has a smile creeping on his face. “my bad, i didn’t mean to scare you. i just wanted to let you know i finished putting in the unit.”
“that’s great, thank you so much,” you say, standing up. “did you get the dishwasher today too?”
“yeah i did,” he says, but then he checks his phone for the time. you realize it’s about to hit 5 pm, and he said he’s off by that time.
“you’re almost off, i forgot,” you say apologetically. “you can just come back another day?”
he checks his phone again, contemplating. “well… i mean i already have it in my truck, so i don’t mind working a little bit over my time.”
“you really don’t have to, san,” you plead.
“it’s okay,” he says. “i’ll be right back with it!”
he exits your apartment, giving you a moment to kick yourself. having a dishwasher that works would be so great right now, but you feel guilty for having him work past his time. another part of you wants him to go anyway, if it meant he would come back again.
you hear a loud noise outside your front door, so you open it to see san with the new dishwasher on a dolly. you hold the door open for him, allowing him to enter your apartment and bee-line to the kitchen. he props the dolly down to drop the box.
“i should be able to finish this in about an hour, is that okay?” he asks, already unboxing it.
“as long as you’re okay with working this late,” you shrug.
“i don’t mind at all,” he smiles, looking up at you.
“okay, i’ll just be in here,” you point behind you, gesturing to the living room.
“alright, dishwasher is done,” san says, walking into the living room with a broken down empty box in one hand and dolly in the other.
“thank you so much,” you smile.
“is there anything else you need then?” he inquires, quirking up an eyebrow.
a moment of silence washes over the room momentarily, with you wracking your brain trying to find a reason for him to stay longer. but you push that away, knowing he’s been working way too long past his scheduled time.
“no, i think that will do it,” you sigh, unintentionally sounding disappointed.
“well,” he mumbles, toying with the box in his hand. “well you have my number, so if you need anything, feel free to shoot me a text.”
you walk him to the door, thanking him. he stands out in the hallway, you looking at him out your front door.
“really though,” he insists. “if you need anything.” with one last sweet smile, he leaves.
so what does he mean by that? “anything.” maybe you’re delusional for thinking there’s a hidden meaning behind that statement. as in, you can text him if you want him to fuck your brains out, “anything?” definitely not, but your mind wanders at the thought of it; that he’d drop everything and book it back to your apartment, heaving and sweaty, ready to take what’s his. you’re actually fucking crazy.
and to make yourself even crazier, the next few days you find yourself itching to get another reason to have him come back. you check your kitchen sink’s water pressure, it’s fine. you test out the stove for the first time and it cooked your food perfectly, no gas smell. then you find something. one of your kitchen drawers won’t close completely. it’s something small, but enough to put in a maintenance request. for the first time since you moved in, you feel grateful you live in a shitty apartment.
you swing the door open, happy to see the cute grin san always gives you the moment he sees you.
“sooo… a drawer, huh?” he quips with a hint of a teasing tone.
“y-yeah, i tried to fix it but i don’t know what i’m doing wrong,” you defend, rubbing the back of your neck.
“i can fix that,” he says, passing into the kitchen, tool box in hand. you’re ready to retreat to your living room as usual, but san stops you. “you know, you don’t have to wait around in your living room for me to finish. i like having company.”
“oh,” you mumble, turning around. “i thought you might want privacy while you work.”
“no, it’s okay,” he says, opening his tool box to grab a few items. “if you wanted, you can hang around. i like learning about the tenants i’m working for.”
“okay,” you murmur. you open a kitchen cabinet to grab two mugs. “do you want some tea?”
“i would love some tea,” he says.
you put the kettle on the stove, heating up some water. you chat with san about work, how many units he has to visit in a day, about the interesting tenants he meets, how long he’s been doing this. once the kettle starts whistling, san is already finished fixing the drawer, placing it back into it’s assigned slot. you can’t help but feel disappointed that your time with him is almost up. you put the tea bags in the mugs of hot water, offering one to san.
“i know you’re done, but if you still want it,” you say, and he accepts the drink with a grin. you both sit at your kitchen table, continuing to chat. your cat leo enters the kitchen, going to straight to san’s legs to rub against him.
“there’s my boy,” san coos, scratching leo’s head.
“i still can’t get over how much he likes you,” you laugh. “he’s never this friendly, he’s only like this with me.”
“he seems friendly to me,” san says. “maybe he just has good taste in people.”
you chuckle, wondering in the back of your mind if he meant that about you too.
san checks his phone, realizing the time. he sets down his tea and stands. “i should probably get out of here, there’s another tenant waiting for me.”
“i didn’t mean to keep you—”
“no no,” san interrupts. “it’s okay. i really liked this. not a lot of people are this welcoming.”
“of course,” you reply, standing up with him. “i—i really liked this too.”
san smiles, biting a bit at his lip. you look at each other for a moment, feeling an intriguing tension in the air. he finally shakes head, going to grab his things to go. you walk him to your front door. you say another thank you, about to close the door.
“like i said,” he repeats, leaning against the door frame. “anything.”
you hadn’t seen san in over a week. it was driving you mad. you became addicted to his energy, to his warm greeting at your front door, to the lingering gazes you shared. you didn’t have any reason to see him again, and you needed to find another. so you did something you’re not entirely proud of… something that an actual crazy person would do. you loosened a bolt on a pipe under your kitchen sink, allowing water to trickle the smallest amount in the lower cabinet.
listen. you know it’s bizarre at this point, but you had to see him again. it’s not like anything would happen; he’d probably just fix it up, have another nice chat with you, and be on his way. is it so bad that you meddled with your sink just to see him?
when san arrives, he has that all-knowing grin on his face the moment you open the door.
“the sink now, hm?” he asks.
“yeah,” you chuckle anxiously. “the sink.”
he goes to the kitchen and inspects the pipes under the sink. you lean against the counter, hoping to god he doesn’t notice that the pipe didn’t magically get loose.
“ah i see,” he laughs to himself. “it’s just a loose bolt. easy fix.” he tightens it with his tools, quickly finishing.
“oh, haha,” you say, nerves bubbling in your stomach. “i guess i could’ve done that.”
“you know, it’s so interesting…” he trails off, standing up to face you, running a hand through his hair.
“what?” you ask.
“i’ve never had to do so much maintenance work for one tenant before,” he says, sly grin across his face. fuck. do you think he knows?
“and i swear, that bolt kinda looked like it was loosened by a wrench…” he trails off again, stepping closer to you. HE KNOWS.
“n-no, i would never,” you defend, feeling backed against the counter.
your eyes are locked on san, wandering over his built frame, over his sharp features. he’s inching closer and closer, and you feel your breath hitch. he catches your trailing eyes as if to ask for permission, and leans in to kiss you.
finally, the thing you’ve been wanting so bad from him, to feel his lips against yours. he cups your cheek with one hand, letting you melt into his touch. your lips part to allow his tongue to slide in, deepening the kiss with fervor. his form pushes against yours, pressing you against the kitchen counter. his hands begin to wander, grazing from the side of your face down to your waist. he holds you in a tight grip, pulling your hips forward to meet his. you can feel him harden in his jeans as he lets out a groan against your lips.
“you did this on purpose, hm?” san says, separating from your lips. he lifts you up and places you to sit on the kitchen counter in one swift motion. he kneels to the floor, grabbing at the waist of your pants. “just to see me?”
you nod emphatically, watching as he pulls down your pants and underwear. the cold air hits your core and you try to close your legs, but san pushes them back open to admire you. putting your legs over his shoulders, he runs his fingers against your folds, eyes drinking in the sight of you. you shudder at the feeling, knowing all too well that he’s already got you soaked.
“you like seeing me like this?” he whispers, looking up at you. “i bet you imagined me like this, between your legs.” when his fingertips graze over your clit, your body lets out a shake, and he knows he found what he wanted.
he attaches his mouth to your core and places a firm hold on your outer thighs. licking stripes up to your clit, each stroke of his tongue feels like heaven. he dips down to your hole, dragging your slick upwards. he moans at the taste of you, devouring at you with more passion. your hands grasp at his hair, relishing the stimulation.
he tugs his head back, looking as pussy-drunk as ever. “i imagined you like this too,” he moans, lips still hovering over you. you unintentionally tug at his hair, yearning for his mouth back on you. “i wanted you so bad the moment i saw you.”
he releases a hand off your thigh and snakes it back between your legs, teasing at your hole as he goes back to circle his tongue around your clit. he looks up at you as he slides his middle finger in, watching you crumble at the feeling. once he can tell you’re comfortable, he slides in another, slowly starting to pump them into you. you whimper at the feeling, walls contracting around his fingers.
your moans are uncontrollable, and he matches them, letting the vibrations enhance the stimulation. he curls his fingers into you, hitting that perfect spot. he can feel your core clenching more erratically, causing him to pick up the pace, but maintaining a steady rhythm. his tongue flicks at your clit just right, making you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten the grip on his hair.
“s-san,” you let out. “i’m gonna cum.”
he detaches from you briefly, still finger fucking you. “cum for me, baby, i want to taste you.” he immediately latches back onto you, eating you like his life depends on it.
you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, feeling like chills. you’re shaking now, unable to control the sheer amount of bliss your body is experiencing. you moan out to san, coming undone on his tongue. he continues to work at you, allowing you to ride out the entirety of your orgasm.
he finally disconnects from you, pulling out his fingers coated in your essence. he licks them clean, looking up at you with the same look of desire. he stands up, promptly placing his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. you can taste yourself on his fucked-out lips, and it makes it that much hotter. you can hear him fumbling with his belt, and your hands reach down to help. you place your palm over his bulge, it twitching at the contact.
san separates from you, letting out a heavy sigh. he pulls himself out from his underwear, rubbing the tip at your spent pussy. he looks down and lets a string of his spit hit his throbbing cock, spreading it around the expanse of it with his hand. he angles himself into you, and slowly starts pushing in. you gasp at the size, him stretching you out much more than his fingers initially did. he takes it slow, acknowledging the whimpers leaving your lips.
once he’s fully inside, he groans. “god, you’re so fucking tight.”
he watches himself enter you as he starts rolling his hips into you. he places a hand on the back of your neck, pushing you towards him for a messy kiss. he starts to pick up his pace, earning a sharp hiss on his lips in between kisses.
“you feel so good,” he murmurs to you. “i knew you would feel good.”
you moan in response, completely unable to form any words. all you know is that the stretch of his cock is deliciously painful, and the sweet kisses he’s peppering over your neck gives you goosebumps all over. you can’t even believe this is happening right now, that your fantasy of fucking your maintenance man is coming true, and it feels even better than you imagined.
“you wanted this so bad,” san teases, continuing to piston into you. “for me to fuck you like this. you probably imagined it, touching yourself the moment i left.”
and he’s right, you found yourself needy and horny after every visit he made. you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing your vibrator and pretending he was the one fucking you, not yourself. but the feeling of the real thing was much different, much more euphoric. to have his chest heaving in front of you, sweat beading on his temple, desperate energy emanating from his body, saying i want to have all of you.
suddenly, he lifts you from the kitchen counter, holding your thighs firmly with his cock still in you. something about the fact that he can completely hold you up, still bouncing you on him even… you feel like his little play toy that he’s throwing around. he takes you to the bedroom, dropping you down on your bed and landing on top of you.
he wastes no time in sliding back into you, desperate to continue feeling your tight walls around him. his body is hovering over yours, your legs tangled as he thrusts into you. he pecks around your neck, hand ghosting over your throat as if seeking permission. you place your hand over his, allowing him to choke you until you’re lost in a euphoric haze.
his thrusts become more intense and forceful, each stroke sending chills down your spine as his length reaches deeper inside you. you swear you’re shaking the whole bed, the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall. you’re so clouded by pleasure that you barely even notice he’s fucking you so hard that he’s pushing a dent into the wall from your bed frame.
“i can fix that,” san whispers with a smile, not even bothering to stop.
you let out a chuckle, then press a soft kiss to his lips. his hips begin to slow, as though he’s really taking his time to melt into you, to feel every part of you. he then lifts up to hit a new angle inside you, gripping your waist and slamming your hips into his with powerful, deliberate motions. you move your hand to your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock. your vision blurs, tears starting to well up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
“you gonna cum for me?” san asks, sensing the irregular pulsing of your core. you nod up at him, eyebrows furrowed and lip caught between your teeth. “cum on my cock, baby, let me feel you.”
your orgasm builds to a peak and then cascades over you, sending you into a state of pure bliss. san is still fucking into you, extending your orgasm while still chasing his own. it’s not until his hips begin to falter that you feel him shoot ropes of his cum into you, filling you completely. his moans echo yours, his hips gradually slowing until he finally comes to a stop.
he pulls out of you, falling next to you on the bed. the room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing as it gradually returns to a normal pace. you look at each other, smiling with a shared understanding of the unexpected moment you just experienced. he wraps his arm around you, drawing your head to his chest to where you can hear his heartbeat.
“sooo…” you chuckle softly, pointing at the dent in your wall. “you’re gonna fix that, right?”
san grins, pulling you closer. “i mean, i can, but then i’d have no reason to come back tomorrow.”
“now that i think of it,” you say, chuckling. “i think there’s probably a few more things that could be fixed…”
“anything you need,” he says. “anything.”
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