#repair work

[themysterykat]

Repair of a 5-6 inch long tear... unfortunately the only thread I had available was a slight bit too light and has a bit of shine where the original fabric does not. But at a quick glance (it's in an out-of-the-way spot) you probably wouldn't think much of it

[flurrys-creativity]

Repair work

Pairing: Shownu (Monsta X) x Fem!Reader; Genre: S2L, SMUT, kinda Romance; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: hints of a night out, oversleeping, smut, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering, manhandling, kisses; Wordcount: 1.636

Summary: You totally forgot the appointment with the worker, who was supposed to change a device inside of your apartment. So when the door bell rang, you opened the door - barely dressed - which grabbed his attention.

A/N: I feel like writing smut gets harder and harder because of the possibility of repitition. ANYWAY please enjoy this one shot!

You froze upon hearing the doorbell to your apartment. As if a bee stung you, you shot up from your bed nearly falling out of it in your hurry. 

As you grabbed your phone and noticed the appointment lighting up on your screen, you cursed under your breath. You had totally forgotten about the repair worker that was supposed to come today and apparently you slept through each of your alarms.

You cursed again when the doorbell rang once more. Without any more time to waste you grabbed the short dress from last night and put it on, hurrying towards your front door.

You barely covered all your private parts before you opened the door, smiling awkwardly as you apologised. 

The man in front of you - his nametag had ‘Shownu’ written on it - stared down at his pad, simply nodding before he grabbed his tool box and waited for you to lead the way. 

“Yes, of course! This way!” You quickly ran your hands through your hair, hoping you didn’t look as much of a mess as you thought you would. While you led him towards your kitchen you started fumbling with the zipper of your dress again, wishing to zip it up without the worker noticing you weren’t completely dressed.

To your dismay though the zipper was stuck and didn’t move at all.

You showed him the device and hurriedly stepped back. At the same time your eyes shamelessly roamed over the broad shoulders and narrow waist of the worker. He had his overall tightened around his waist, leaving his upper body in a simple but tight, light blue tank top.

“So, uhm, do you need anything or…?” 

Shownu placed the tool box and pad down, turning towards you. As he crossed his arms in front of his chest, underlining his strong pecs, you felt his gaze wandering over your form and halting at your fidgeting hands. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to one side. “Looks more like you could need something.”

You immediately stopped fidgeting and stared at him with wide eyes, feeling caught red handed. “I, uh,” you stuttered some incoherent sentences, pointing from your zipper into the air and back again. “I’m so sorry. This is utterly inappropriate but I’ve been waiting for this appointment for weeks and I couldn’t risk you leaving while I got presentable. So I just threw this on and rushed to the door and I probably look as wasted as I was last night when I went to bed.”

Shownu scoffed and shook his head, stemming his hands into his hips. “If that’s your wasted look then you must be some sort of goddess.”

“What?” You nervously brushed strands of your hair out of your face before you looked down at yourself, only noticing all the flaws right now. “Are you sure?”

Another scoff left his lips before a smile played over his features. “How about I’ll show you how sure I am.” He eyed you up and down again, tonguing the inside of his cheek.

You bit on your lower lip, feeling your heart skip a beat. Of course you immediately got the innuendo and you felt your insides flare up with desire from simply thinking about the pleasure you could have.

It felt forbidden, naughty and incredibly hot to fuck a stranger - a very handsome stranger - in your kitchen or any other place within your four walls.

“Please”, you whispered, dropping your hands from the zipper and to your side. “Please, show me.”

With two large steps Shownu crossed the distance between you, his hands immediately on your waist and around your neck. He pulled you into a fierce kiss and backed you up until your back hit the counter behind you. His hands eagerly groped your flesh, pushing aside the few clothes you wore.

He groaned into your mouth when he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear at all. His hands ever so slowly pushed your dress up and over your head, leaving you completely bare in front of him. “You’re incredibly beautiful”, he whispered as his hands almost ghosted over your skin.

You whimpered softly, the situation finally hitting you. At the same time your core begged you for more. You wanted him to go rougher, wanted him to use you like a doll, wanted him to pound you like a little slut.

Shownu kissed along your neck and a trail down your skin, showing his appreciation to every part of your body. He kissed and licked over your breasts, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking on it until it hardened. Shownu gave the same attention to your other side, loving the soft moans and whimpers you made while he pleasured you. He kept his hands on your breasts, playing, twisting and teasing your nipples as he moved further down. He left a trail of licks and nibbles in between.

With one of your hands you grabbed the counter to stabilise yourself while the other found a hold in his hair. You threw your head back when Shownu raised one of your legs over his shoulder, littering the inside of your thigh with more kisses. Your breath caught in your throat the closer he got to your core and your heart made somersaults the second his lips met your entrance.

Shownu pushed his tongue between your folds, slowly fucking you until your legs began to quiver. He stopped using his tongue and focused on your clit instead, sucking and nibbling the little nub. 

He removed his hands from your breasts, using one to grab your leg on his shoulder and the other to tease your entrance. Shownu pushed the tip of his finger into you, groaning when it basically got sucked into your core. He thrusted his finger in and out of you, adding one more after a while. As he increased the speed he even added a third finger, nearly making you scream.

Your whole body shook and you felt your high approaching but before you got to it, Shownu stopped and stood back up. You whined loudly, feeling your high slipping through your fingers.

“Turn around”, Shownu ordered you, grinning slightly when you immediately followed his request. He pulled your hips back to his, letting your ass cheeks be flush against his hard dick. Shownu then pushed your upper body forward, practically bending you in half. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”

You whimpered in anticipation, hearing him rustle behind you. A moment later you felt his cock against your ass again, rubbing the length between your cheeks. Even though you couldn’t see it, you just knew he was big.

Shownu pushed his dick between your legs, rubbing his length along your core now and bumping into your clit with every back and forth he did. He felt your slick covering his cock more and more with every stroke and he just knew he couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

Shownu placed a hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you down even further, giving him easier access to your core. With one swift motion he pushed into you. He let out a guttural groan, feeling how tight you were.

You grabbed onto the counter again, gasping for air while Shownu kept thrusting into you. Having him inside of you, made you feel incredibly full and for a moment you even feared being split in half, yet you wouldn’t want it any other way. 

One of your hands found its way back to Shownu, grabbing onto his tank top. Somehow you needed to feel him - feel more of him.

Shownu grabbed your arms and pulled both of them behind your back, holding you in place as he plunged his thick cock into you over and over again. Even if you wanted to do something now, you simply couldn’t - being completely immobile thanks to him.

Knowing Shownu could manhandle you so easily, drove you even closer to the edge. Your brain turned into mush and all you could think about was his dick inside of you. Begs and pleads fell from your lips like a constant mantra, adding to the almost animalistic growls coming from the man behind you.

After a few more thrusts you came undone screaming his name. All your muscles tensed up at once. 

At the same time Shownu came as well with a loud growl, spilling his seeds into you. Shownu wrapped his arms around your middle, keeping you upright despite your muscles giving out. Once he slipped out of you, he hoisted you up on the counter, grabbing a clean glass from the dish rack and filling it with water before handing it to you.

“You alright?” He asked you as you drank the water in big gulps. Shownu rubbed over your upper arm with one hand and drew circles on your thigh with the other.

You nodded slowly and placed the glass down next to you. “Better than alright”, you smiled, still feeling slightly dopey from the high you had a few moments ago.

“Okay.” Shownu chuckled and shook his head, squeezing your thigh shortly. “Then I’d say I have to repair that piece here in your kitchen and you should prepare your bedroom for when I’m done here.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, surprised he suggested something like this - but not displeased with the thought of it. 

“If you want to, of course.”

You wrapped your legs around his middle and pulled him to you again. Your arms quickly followed around his neck. “I want all of you”, you whispered against his lips, kissing him deeply.

“Then you'd better be ready in ten.”

“I’ll be ready in five”, you told him and kissed him one last time before scooting down the counter and hurrying towards your bedroom.

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[dee-the-red-witch]

Nowhere near enough sleep last night means personal work day today aside from the shipping. And hooooboy. @palladium we need to talk, hon.

These boots are just a bit over two years old. Get used for some daily wear, a couple concerts and shows at most.

Two year old canvas boots and I've had to frankenboot them. Yet more handstitch and leather and pure driven lighting will through the arthritis to keep them alive and stomping. We are literally almost at more patch than boot. So what I have to ask of these monstrosities when I've had them for less time and far more effort than most of my chucks and docs and capezios is this- can these LITERAL BOOTS OF THESEUS even be considered yours any longer? Because I'm pretty sure the work alone makes them all mine, and certainly better redesigned than your original work for holding up to the arduous life of just being worn.

Also they look way more badass than anything in your inventory. Shame you don't do a punkass collab with a decent heel.

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[momentsbeforemass]

Old houses

I love old houses. In fact, I’m on my third one.

There’s something about walking through one that’s been, well, let go. And letting your imagination run. To see in your mind’s eye what it used to be, and what it could be. Including things that the original builder never imagined.

And then to do it. To fix what’s broken. To repair what’s been let go. To make improvements, to modernize – but in a way that’s totally in character.

Not so it can be a museum, but so it can be lived in. So that it can be my home.

Like I said, I love old houses.

Not everybody sees old houses that way. For some people, they’re just dumps that have outlived their usefulness. Too far gone or too out of date to be worth the bother.  

But for me, there’s a real joy in making an old house come to life again.

One that’s given me a better understanding of what St. Paul’s talking about in today’s epistle. About how the whole “you are the temple of God” thing really works.  

Because being the temple of God isn’t about perfection. And it’s really not about anything that we do. It’s about each of us being the focus of God’s loving building and rebuilding.

No matter what we’ve done, or where we are in life, God doesn’t look at us and see dumps that have outlived their usefulness. People who are too far gone or too out of date to be worth the bother.  

Because when God looks at you, He lets His imagination run wild.

He sees in His mind’s eye what you used to be, and what you could be. Including things that you never imagined.

And then – if you’ll let Him – His greatest joy will be to do it.

To fix what’s broken. To repair what’s been let go.

To build you into everything that you were meant to be.

To make your heart His home.

Today’s Readings

[lindy-is-a-sunflower]

It looks like Stone stabbed him in the mouth with his stick

[rotkin]