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[sytoran]

⋆⭒˚｡★ ❝MILE HIGH CLUB❞ ★ n.romanoff !

pairing ★ sub!natasha romanoff x fem!avenger!reader

synopsis ★ on a plane ride to dubai for a romantic getaway, natasha takes matters into her own hands, and your cock into her own mouth. (oops?)

warnings ★ explicit content (minors dni), pwp, semi-public sex, jealous natasha is scarily hot, you are not the lord's strongest soldier, you have a cock, you almost get caught (kind of)

word count ★ 2.6k (IM BACKKK!!!! ...for now)

With Thor, Valkyrie and Carol back on Earth for about two weeks or so, you and Natasha were relieved of your Avenger duties. And what better way to spend the restful break than going on a romantic getaway to Dubai with the love of your life?

On the eighth of the eleven-hour flight, you were perfectly content to lounge in the luxuries of first-class, courtesy of S.H.I.E.L.D. But it seems that for the Avenger who was constantly on her feet, Natasha didn't deal well with ennui.

“I’m bored, Y/N.”

Unbeknownst to your girlfriend’s hidden agenda, you paid little mind to Natasha’s statement, continuing to watch the subpar rom-com playing on the aeroplane screen in blissful ignorance.

“Sorry, baby, I know it’s a long flight. You wanna watch this movie with me?”

Natasha lets out an aggravated huff. Because of course you didn’t know the effect you had on her. As much as the whole Avenger getup was as bold as it was impressive, this laid-back version of you really showcased the underlying details that marked her attraction to you.

Thin-rimmed reading glasses sat atop your nose, stray hairs framing the delicacy of your sharp cheekbones and marble-cutting jawline. With a tight-fitting black turtleneck that strained under the bulkiness of your sinful biceps, cut from the finest vibranium, and loosely-hung grey sweatpants that finished off the whole look — Natasha was just about ready to start sucking you off.

That passing thought had just been one of amusement, rhetorical and hyperbolic, seemingly impossible but altogether funny. But then Natasha takes a few steps back, figuratively, and considers it again — and a smile likened to a scheming devil crawls upon her face.

Well, Widows always got what they wanted, didn’t they?

“Y/N,” Natasha purrs, intently pressing into your side.

“Mhm?” you hum, reaching out a hand to entwine it with hers. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You still bored?”

Your reaction was simply so innocent and angelic that Natasha almost felt bad for the devil-spawned arbitrary ploy she was about to enact.

Suddenly surging forward, Natasha lifts up the armrest that separates your seats, closing the distance between her and a trip down to hell, and lets a hand cup the mouth-watering bulge in your grey sweatpants.

“I said I’m bored, Daddy,” she whispers into your ear. “Mommy wants to play.”

The loud half-splutter, half-cough that resounds around the enclosed space around the two of you within the aeroplane is immaculate.

You choke on inhaled air, looking around at the other passengers with disbelief and anxiety, as if you had been scandalised.

And maybe you had been. Shifting in your seat uncomfortably, you desperately try to look away from the tantalising cleavage shoved in front of your sinning eyes.

Natasha’s low-cut top had you fighting every calvary in your mental war, and you struggle to regain a semblance of composure.

“But, uhm, Daddy wants to remind Mommy that we’re surrounded by complete strangers,” You whisper urgently, a handsome flush overtaking your features. “And that we are very well-known Avengers across the globe, so if we were to get caught we would end up on every news headline for the next month. And if it reaches Fury, well, we’d be in shit ton of trouble.”

Your state of arousal is unhelpfully heightened further when you notice that Natasha is eyeing your growing erection like a hawk, front teeth sinking into her ruby-red lip, ready to take strike and devour its prey.

“Oh darling, you know I’m a whore for attention,” Natasha replies loftily, and the silky-smooth way that the word ‘whore’ rolls off her tongue triggers a jolt of arousal straight to the tent in your sweatpants.

When Natasha begins caressing the hefty bulge in between your legs, a low groan emits from the depths of your throat and it melts in Natasha’s lower belly in the form of molten arousal.

“Natasha, as much as I want to rail you senseless in this very second—”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I don’t think that this is a good idea—”

“Stop thinking, then,” Natasha responds as if it’s the most simple answer in all of the galaxy, and before you can come up with another futile reason to deter her girlfriend’s libido, Natasha launches into action.

In a fraction of a second that could have rivalled Spiderman’s speed, Natasha unbuckles her seatbelt and sinks to her knees in front of your seat. Another upside of first-class was the spacious legroom which Natasha fully utilised. Ducking under your blanket, she drapes it over her hunched figure and tucks herself neatly between your legs.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, fumbling to unbuckle your own seatbelt and letting Natasha slide down your sweatpants. Social decency be damned, for when Natasha Romanoff presented herself to you, ripe for the taking, no one simply denied themself of that glorious heaven.

Deft fingers tug down black Calvin Klein boxers, and a huge, hardened cock springs out of its confinement. You exhale shakily as a hand wraps around the base, and a feather-light finger trails over its girthy length.

“I’m not surviving this, am I?” You mutter underneath your breath, leaning back into the seat. In response, Natasha gives kitten licks to the pre-cum emerging at your heady tip, so saintly and sinful all the same.

Guiding the head of your cock to a hot mouth, Natasha leisurely wraps her lips around the shaft. Your iron-hard grip on the armrest was almost completely useless in the face of regaining normalcy, not when the feeling of velvet lips set alight every nerve on her body.

“Fuck,” you curse breathlessly, your face contorting into one of pleasure. Darkened eyes fixate unto the blanket Natasha was hidden under, and your wandering mind fuels an image of your girlfriend’s hollowed cheeks and pliant mouth, to which you almost fall apart there and then.

Dirty, scandalous and filthy was being able to feel Natasha’s tongue swirl around your cock without seeing it happen. Your lack of sight heightened the sensitivity of your other senses by tenfold, and you had to physically restrain herself from bucking your hips forward.

Without warning, Natasha tilts her head up, ruffling the blankets, and then engulfs your cock in the threshold of her throat.

“Oh, Thanos' head on a fucking stick—”

“Excuse me ma’am, what can I get for you today?”

Your eyes fly open in a nanosecond, head jerking to the source of distraction. There in the aisle stood an air stewardess with a push-cart and a smile just a little too wide.

“Uh, uhm, just a water would be fine,” you choke out, attempting to exhale steadily as if you hadn’t been about to combust in your girlfriend's mouth just a few seconds ago.

“Right away, ma’am,” The stewardess answers. “You getting hot and bothered from the show?” She asks harmlessly, a smirk tugging up on her face.

You take a moment to understand the jest. Before you the shitty rom-com is still playing, except now there's a badly orchestrated sex scene playing, where the male actor is trying too hard to act as if he’s doing any good. It doesn’t do you any good that your face is flushed and evidently flustered, but for different yet similar reasons.

A false laugh escapes your lips, in hopes of driving the woman away. “What! No, no way. I’m all good here.”

You swear you can smell the jealousy radiating off from Natasha in leaps and bounds, and you decide it is best to end the conversation before Natasha fuses and convulses simultaneously.

God forbid Natasha decides to start deepthroating your cock at that exact moment.

You let out a ragged groan in front of the stewardess, as a hot mouth engulfs your cock in quick succession, sucking back and forth with an esteemed fervour.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” The lady asks, leaning closer, reaching out a hand to pat the side of your face.

You lean back, rapidly attempting to steady your breathing, and failing miserably. Natasha’s bobbing her head up and down with energised vigour, determined in her mission.

“Y-yeah, it’s really alright. Th-thanks, again.”

Just as you thought all was done and dusted, the air stewardess looks around cautiously. She leans closer to you with batted eyelashes and a supposedly seductive wink.

Then, in a low and sultry voice that seals your fate, the woman says, “Let me know if you need anything special, handsome.” You choke back a moan as Natasha twists her head, her talented tongue doing wonders to her cock.

The lady can’t get out of your sight any slower.

The moment the air stewardess disappears into the confines of the next cabin, footsteps fading away, Natasha's head whips out of the blanket, furrowed brows and an aggravated expression taking you by storm.

“‘Let me know if you need anything special, handsome!?’ Who does that whore think she is? Baby, do note that it’s taking me very large amounts of self-restraint not to get up right now and slap her silly. I can’t believe that an air stewardess would hit on anyone so openly like that, much less you! God, Y/N, I—”

Natasha’s stream of enjambments decrescendos into a meek silence at the look on your face.

Evanescent was the abrupt change in your demeanour, as if a switch had been flicked, as if the rest of the world had faded away, and it was just the two of them left.

Natasha’s cheeks flush so prettily, so quickly, because that look on your face only meant one thing.

A set jaw, glinting in the light — cut marble sculpted from the finest hands. Eyes that descend into such deep hues that Natasha feels like she’s drowning like the Titanic, downwards towards the depths of hell.

“Less talking, baby, more sucking.”

A rough hand finds Natasha’s head under the blanket and her hair is tugged on forcefully, jerking it forward to engulf the entirety of your cock. Natasha is more than happy to comply.

Natasha’s pretty gag is lost in the sound of the ongoing turbulence, and you grunt and drag those velvet walls down the length of your cock again. If Natasha decided to act like a brat, you could sure as hell treat her like one.

Up and down, up and down, and the way you manhandle Natasha to deepthroat a solid eight inches should be considered an Avengers-level threat. If you close your eyes, you can almost see the tears welling up in Natasha’s eyes, her pretty lips wrapped around your cock, strands of hair clinging to beads of sweat that adorn her face.

You're not too sure if the wet and squelching noises you hear are from Natasha's slick throat or a figment of your ever-rampant imagination. Either way, the contracting waves of Natasha’s throat around your cock is downright sinful, pretty and easy and oh so pliant.

From base to tip and tip to base, a preordained promise of paradise hangs in the atmosphere, and with each passing stroke, you barrel towards that high. You thrust hard into Natasha's throat, stretching it out, filling it up.

You lose yourself in the wet heat of Natasha’s mouth, your cock being stimulated in such heavenly eloquence of Natasha’s tongue. As an Avenger, you've fought a thousand battles, but none of them have ever quite left you as breathless as this one.

You're awfully close.

In the haze of being used like a mindless fucktoy, Natasha’s hand slips up the expanse of your clenched thigh muscle, and proceeds to toy with the heavy sack of balls. You groan, gripping Natasha’s hair tighter, tugging her downwards.

You're really, really close.

Your ears prick up as a sound emits from under the blanket, and your keen hearing picks up a whiny moan that sounds an awful lot like “Daddy, please”.

Oh, fuck.

Natasha’s helpless plea is what causes you to tumble over the edge of precipice, waves crashing and planets colliding as your vision becomes pure, unadulterated, white heat. “Fuck,” you grunt, a dragged-out groan from your chest, a ringing emblem of castle walls that crumble down.

Streaks and streaks of milky, white fluid are released into the depths of Natasha’s throat, coating her velvet walls, thick and creamy as it splatters against pink walls. Contented moans resound from Natasha, as she continues to suck on your extensive cock like it’s her last lifeline, like she might as well perish without it.

For a brief moment, you question your existence in the universe, and how remarkably infinitesimal you feel, hanging kilometres above the wide open sea and nothing else.

Be it land or sea or stars, though, you think you've found your muse, your reason for staying.

“Natasha,” you breathe out, like a sacred prayer, like a haunted blessing, as pleasure overrides your system.

You don’t recall quite how long you stay in that exact position, a hand cupping the back of Natasha’s head, rocking gently thorugh the aftershocks, Natasha’s palm resting on the side of your thigh.

Sentience gradually floats back into your capability, and you slowly blink as you arise from your out-of-body experience. “Well, shit,” you mumble, the aeroplane filtering into view, the snores from sleeping passengers around you becoming audible again.

Once the coast was deemed clear, you lift up the blanket covering your lap, but it turns out to be a dreadful decision as the sight of Natasha almost causes you to roll back into another orgasm.

Natasha’s previously neat hair was now a complete mess, sticking to her mouth and the sides of her face in the heat of sweat and slick. What used to be perfect, unblemished eyeshadow was now a runny mess due to Natasha’s tears, and a nude shade of bottle-red lipstick was smeared across her mouth and your semi-erect cock.

Lowered lashes shielded a smokey gaze, nearly all black, and you can feel herself hardening again, like you hadn’t just received a filthy blowjob that would make the heavens blush.

Immediately, that image of Natasha Romanoff was imprinted into her mind for an eternity to come, saved for future purposes.

By some saintly miracle, none of the passengers surrounding had awoken, and Natasha successfully crawls back into her seat with an all-too-smug smile.

“How was it?” She asks innocently, batting those lashes with a seductive head-tilt.

“I don’t know, maybe you should’ve moaned ‘Please, Daddy,’ just a little louder,” you retort quickly, no bite behind your words, delighting in the pink flush that adorns your girlfriend’s cheeks.

On about the ninth hour of the flight, approximately one hour after Natasha drew out an earth-shattering orgasm from your megalithic shaft, you effectively draws closer to Natasha, with crossed arms that unhelpfully accentuate the bulge of your biceps.

“Let me rail you in the toilet?”

“Y/N L/N, I am not sitting my bare ass on that filthy bathroom counter. I don't wish to end up with an STI."

“Who says I need to a counter to fuck you, hm?”

──── ☆ ⋅ ★ ⋅ ☆ ────

After three splendid orgasms, more abundant wails of ‘Daddy, please�� emitting from the toilet, and that same, very embarrassed flight stewardess politely requesting for them to get the fuck out, you and Natasha land in Dubai, officially kickstarting your romantic getaway with a bang.

Literally, quite a bang.

haven't written something new in forever, hopefully this is enough to satiate you gremlins' desires... (but forreal tho, thanks for sticking around) reblog or i'll hunt you down and NOT post for 12493482 years

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[the-kr8tor]

In Pursuit of Blood: A trip down goblin lane.

Pairing: Vampire! Hobie Brown x fem! Vampire hunter! Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Synopsis: You, an amateur vampire hunter, find it really hard to kill the one vampire you were tasked to kill.

Tags: Use of Y/N sparingly, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), same universe as the WWDITS series, CW blood, TW violence, CW suggestive, Mockumentary AU, established relationship, Fluff.

A/N: Special thanks to @al1x00 (ly fr) for the idea! Happy 1k! 🫶 (Enjoy my attempt at humor lol)

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The camera focuses on a leather clad man sitting on a patchwork armrest. His long leg is crossed over the other, metal clinking against each other when he moves. He places his elbow on the armrest, hand under his chin, ringed fingers tapping on his cheek—bored and clearly disinterested. Red eyes lined with dark eyeliner, piercings glimmering under the camera lights, sharp nails painted, he makes the crew suck in a breath.

He's the perfect picture of a rockstar.

The dimly lit gothic home provides the perfect backdrop to the ‘confession booth’, various books, knick knacks from far flung places are littered all over the living room. A grand piano stands proudly to his left, dark oak polished and well taken care off. Tapestries from the sixteenth century are tacked on the walls next to seventies and eighties band posters. His coat rack is full of jackets that look like they come from different times in history.

The producer nods at him, asking for the man's name, his voice just above a whisper so that the microphones don't catch the sound.

He sighs, jaws tighten for a second. “Name's Hobie, Hobie Brown.” His voice shakes the crew's bones. The blond haired producer clears his throat and Hobie rolls his eyes like a spoiled celebrity. “And I'm a vampire.” he says flatly.

The blond gestures for him to continue, asking him how old he is. “Fuckin' hell.” Hobie says under his breath. “Were you not taught manners? Come off it, you don't ask a vampire their age.”

The clipboard holding man, who pretends to be important, asks him why he agreed to the interview if he's so disinterested.

“Fine,” He smiles, showing his sharp fangs, the simple act makes the documentary team's heart skip a beat. “Before you say ‘m following a trend of vampires givin' interviews and a ‘peak behind the cape’ like the wankers in staten island or the lovebirds in dubai. ‘m not, ‘m only doin' this because,” he points dramatically at the clipboard holding man. “Your director told me all proceeds from this goes to charity. And it better be—”

Something thumps outside. The camera sharply turns to the closed floor length curtains.

“Oi, eyes back ‘ere.” Hobie exclaims, the camera whizzes back to his figure. “Again, vampire, been alive for…” he inhales, “a long bloody time. Been a pirate, a cowboy, hell even a rockstar. But always an anarchist.” He says proudly. “I've been rebelling against the one who bit me for centuries,” the camera zooms in on his scowl. “Hate that knobhead.”

Something falls right outside his windows, a groan and a curse sounding out, voice muffled by the walls.

The crew expects Hobie to hiss or even deal with the intruder but he smiles, posture loosening up.

“That,” he points at the source of the ruckus. “That’s a vampire hunter.” Smiling, the crew could hear a muffled ‘fuck you’ behind the walls. “She's been hunting me for a few years now. She—eh, hasn't been close.”

The cursing was louder, camera swishing towards the source, your angry face peeking out from the curtains. The boom mic captures your annoyed growl clearly as you place your face as close as possible on the glass.

“Fuck you, Hobart!”

He chuckles as the crew's face grows with concern. “Don't worry, she's—I guess bad at her job. She's interestin’ though. Y’know what, let me just show you.” He stands up, the cameras and the entire crew follows him through the hallways of his home.

The cameraman almost trips on a stray guitar on the floor. “Careful now, that was a present from some rockstar in the seventies. That's why I leave it on the floor, it works best as a boot scraper.”

Hobie stops in front of double doors, scenes of a love story are carved on the wood.

“It was a gift.” He addresses the doors, “not my first choice but where else would I put the bloody thing?” With a small push, hands braced on both doors, he reveals the expansive room lined with hundreds of paintings and photographs.

He sucks in his teeth. “The entire house is a gift, I'd rather live in a boathouse honestly but this works fine I guess.” Shrugging, he points at the oldest looking wood carving hanging on the wall. A man kneels in front of a woman, rose in his hand as she looks down at him with glee.

“Yes, that's me courting. The wood carver fucked up the scene though, it was more like me ravaging– uh” he clears his throat “…this won't show in pbs right?”

The people behind the cameras shrug as Hobie looks to them for an answer.

“I'll tone it down then, for the children, just in case.” He continues down the lineup of pictures.

Stopping by a large painting of what looks like Hobie in medieval clothing. The painted version of him is surrounded by flowers and trees. His antlers protruding from his head, webs clings to his arms.

“This was when people thought I was fae.” He makes a face, “everyone was tripping on shrooms back then.” walking towards the middle of the room, passing by a few more paintings and tapestries, He pauses on a yellowed painting of a woman who looks similar to you, only less angry.

“Look at her,” sighing, the vampire has heart eyes while looking at the painting. “this was before she was cursed by that bitcharse jealous witch. Now every descendant of hers is cursed to never harm me or any of my spawns, which is bad because they all think I killed their ancestor, and all they want is to kill me. A consequence of dating a vampire hunter during the fifteenth century, I guess.”

“The curse is a two way street, they can't kill me, I can't hypnotize them. It's not that I want to anyway.” he continues.

Another ruckus echoes throughout the house. Hobie smiles again. “I believe she doesn't know about it, so hush, yeah?” He does a double take. “Wait, can you cut that part out?”

—

The second crew runs towards you as you climb the tresses of the house. The camera lens zooms in on your clumsy climbing. Looking down, hearing leaves crunch underfoot, you yelp in surprise.

“What—?!” Losing your hold, you fall on a bush, landing directly at his wild flowers. “Ow! Who the fuck—?!”

—

Now sitting down on a lawn chair, leaves stuck in your hair, face and clothes covered in dirt, you scowl at the producer behind the camera.

Sighing, clicking your tongue, you answer their questions with another question. “Who the fuck are you guys?”

You raise an eyebrow at the words ‘documentary crew’ uttered by the producer.

“Seriously? Who would want to interview Hobart? Scratch that, is it because of those fuckers in staten island?”

A cameraman answers, ‘for charity.’

You blink in surprise, “charity? You fuckin' kidding me? Well if it's for the kids then.” sighing, you resign, looking directly at the camera with disdain, you say your first name. “And I'm a vampire hunter, I mean obviously I am just looking at all the stakes and holy water strapped to me. I look like I'm very fun at parties.” You say jokingly, “and church, probably. Dunno never been.”

The camera cuts back to Hobie still in the large room full of paintings and memorabilia.

“— I didn't do anythin’ wrong. They're absolutely mad at me for no reason—” he stops, thinking. “But I guess I was the reason their family was cursed innit?”

He changes subjects, showing the camera a painting near the end of the room.

“Oh this? This is when her great great great great grandfather almost got me, memories huh? He was mighty fit.” The crew zooms in on a gorgeous painting of a man trying to put a stake through Hobie's heart while he smiles up at him like he's smitten.

“Good times.” He chuckles.

—

“Fuck this.” You say, standing up from the chair, grabbing the mic off from your shirt abruptly. The camera follows you as you grab the lawn chair that you were just sitting on. You then proceed to throw it at a stained glass window. Giving you entry to his abode.

“It was gaudy anyway.” Entering the house, your shoes crunch the broken glass.

—

“Huh, she's inside. That's a record.” Hobie says almost excitedly. “I'll show you the rest of the room after this—.”

The double doors burst open, the camera swivels to you and the camera crew behind you. Holding a stake, you scowl at Hobie.

“Hello, darling, how was your commute?” He genuinely smiles.

“I have a car now, fuck you!” You lunge at him.

Lightning fast, he grabs your wrist right before the stake kisses his chest. The camera crews film on the sides, avoiding getting hit themselves.

“Good for you, finally saved up then?”

Lifting your legs, you kick his chest, you tumble, landing on your feet, staring at him menacingly. “Yes! It's a kia!” you scream before you run full speed at him.

“You got a good deal on it? Automatic or manual?”

“No!” You swing at him, he dodges. “I think I got swindled!” Kick “And it's a manual!” Punch “I’m not a pussy!”

Hobie clicks his tongue, avoiding the pointed edge of the stake. “Point ‘em to me, love, maybe I can get you your money back.”

Stepping back further away, you pause while he stands at the end of the room. Changing your hold on the sharp wood, you throw it at him, he leans slightly, dodging the projectile. it hits the wall right next to your ancestor’s portrait.

“You'll just drink him dry like the last guy!”

He shrugs, making a face that makes you want to punch him harder. “Not my fault he was a knobhead.”

You bounce on your feet, pouncing at him. “He was my dentist!”

He moves to the side, seeing you running towards one of the paintings, in danger of getting smashed by you. In his panic, he raises his arm to stop you, accidentally clothes lining you. His wall-like arm hits you right on your face.

Falling harshly on the floor, you're completely unconscious.

Hobie looks at the cameras with concern. “Shit.”

—

You wake up on an ancient looking couch, it's soft despite its appearance. Lifting your head with a groan, headache punching through the back of your head, you grimace loudly at the camera crew still filming in the corner.

Falling back on the couch, you hide your flustered face with your arm, pulling the blanket further up your chest.

“I promise I'm not that bad at fighting.” You murmur, still hiding your face from the cameras. “You just caught me at a bad time.”

Hobie suddenly appears with a whoosh, he holds a metal tray with tea and a hot compress placed on it.

“Who's giving you a bad time?”

You audibly groan. “No one.”

He places the tray on the coffee table, sparing a quick glance at the camera. “I caught you lackin’ you're not always that bad. Tea?”

Wordlessly reaching up, you flip him the bird. Hobie smiles softly, tapping your legs to give him space on the settee. The documentary crew is surprised that you actually move to give way to him.

He sits by your legs, preparing your tea just like how you always take it. Two sugars and a dash of milk. The entire production staff is perplexed to say the least.

With a clink of the tea spoon against the cup, you sit up, wincing slightly. “Can I get another sugar cube?”

Hobie raises a brow, “it's that kind of day huh? What's bothering you, love?”

You scoff, taking a cube for yourself then plopping it in your tea cup. “Nothing.”

He flicks his eyes at the camera with a knowing glance. Resting his elbow atop his thigh, chin placed on his hand, he pokes at your leg using his foot. Wordlessly having a conversation. With a sigh and a frown, you sip at your tea.

“Ex kicked me out. Now I'm living with the family again.”

Hobie's nonchalance drops, hand instinctively reaching out to you until he realizes what he's doing, he retracts his hand back.

“Shit, ‘m sorry. Their loss.”

“Mm-hmm, consequences of living with someone you've only dated for three months.” You finish your drink in one gulp. “‘sides, I don't have to pay rent anymore.”

“You've got shitty taste in partners.” You snort, half agreeing with him. “But you have to live with your psycho family so there's that.”

You laugh, the camera zooms in on Hobie's pleased expression.

“They're tolerable now, mellowed out after they took out count Belois.” You look at Hobie, copying his position like a mirror.

“He was an arse, did all of us a favour.” he stares at your eyes while the camera continues to film, yet you two don't seem to notice them anymore.

“Yeah, wish I was there though.” You say in a small voice. “They never invite me to those hunts. Always left watching outside.”

Hobie reaches towards you again, this time he actually holds you. Long fingers curling around your wrist, his thumb rubbing gently. “If only they know how hard you could kick.”

“You barely moved when I kicked you.” Chuckling, your eyes sparkle under the dim lights.

“Well it's me,” he inches closer to you in the seat, knee brushing against yours. “But if it was any other vampire out there they would have flown.”

You scrunch your face. Laying your hand down to your thigh, Hobie intertwined his fingers around yours properly this time. The camera captures the confusing scene.

“Because they turned into a bat?”

He grins, showing you his teeth, you don't even flinch. “Nah, because you kicked ‘em too hard. Did you hit your head that hard?” Knocking his knuckles against your temple softly, you move back like lightning has struck you.

“No, I'm actually okay, thanks.” You take your hand away, eyes flitting nervously at the camera then to Hobie. “I gotta go, dinner with the psycho family.” Standing up, you take your belongings from the floor. “You know how it is.”

He looks up at you with an unreadable expression, “yeah, I know how it is.” He says forlornly.

Patting his shoulder awkwardly, your hand lingers for a half second. “Bye,” you stare at the crew in the corner, “bye to all of you, I guess. Don't get eaten.”

The camera pans towards Hobie who just shrugs, fangs poking out of his lips.

—

Hobie eats alone in his empty dining room. The table is long, made of strong narra, designed to sit a dozen or so people. He sits in the head of the table, utensils scraping against the bloodied plate. His goblet is full, untouched.

He looks up at the camera on the other side of the table, observing his every move.

“The table's a gift too.” He says before continuing to eat silently.

—

The camera follows Hobie throughout his day. Roaming aimlessly around the house, he floats above the ground, hand and feet sticking on the wall while he dusts pictures that's placed on the highest shelf.

In the afternoon, he writes music on his piano while he flashes back and forth towards the drums and guitar, testing the music he wrote.

The crew captures Hobie burying something in the backyard. Jacket off, tank top and bare arms in full display. Moonlight illuminating his skin. His necklaces clink together as he shovels in dirt, packing the hole in tightly. The producer asks something about familiars and Hobie scowls at the word.

“No, just no. ‘m fully against havin’ familiars, it's fuckin' wrong.” He sticks the shovel harshly on the soil when the producer questions him again. “Ask me again and you'll be the one ‘m burying next.”

The camera shuts off abruptly.

—

The small supermarket's repetitive jingle from the nineties irks Hobie as he shops for some meat. But what irks him more is the documentary crew finding him especially after he went out of his way to hide from them.

He tosses a box of your favourite tea in the basket, annoyed at the team behind the cameras and boom mics. “Do the lot of you have a tracker on me or somethin’?” Shaking his head, he stomps down the aisle, heavy boots thudding loudly on the floor.

With his leather jacket plus all the metal and spikes on him, Hobie looks like a regular punk shopping for groceries. But if you looked closer, stayed too long in his presence, your flight or fight response kicks in, rendering anyone frozen on the spot.

His ruby eyes scan around the soap display, trying to ignore the cameras and people trailing after him, he gets a whiff of a familiar scent: strawberries and cream, it's you.

Hobie's feet move on its own, carrying him towards your direction. He spots you standing in the fruit section, weighing a watermelon in your hands, knocking on it then listening to the sound closely like you're trying to eavesdrop.

“What's the watermelon saying?”

“Christ!” You jump, dropping the watermelon.

Thankfully he catches it before the fruit splatters on the linoleum. “Just me, love.”

Clutching your chest, you take deep breaths. “I thought I smelled something rotten.” He raises a brow at your comment. “What are you doing here? This is far from your place.”

“First of all, I smell like sandalwood and fresh linen, fuck you.” You snort, rolling your eyes. “And ‘m tryin' to avoid them.” He points behind him, towards the cameras.

“Augh, they're still following you?”

“Apparently I signed a contract, it's not a one time thing.” He places the watermelon back to the crate, taking one that is riper and sweeter just for you. He then gently drops it in your cart, you nod a thanks.

“I told you before don't sign anything when you're drunk off of alcohol filled blood.”

“You're right, lovie, should've listened to you. Can't blame me when I only hear music whenever you open your pretty mouth.” He leans on your cart nonchalantly, giving you his signature smirk that has people falling over themselves for centuries.

“That's not much of a compliment.” You grimace, unaffected by his charm. “Listen, since we're in a public place I'm not gonna try to kill you so please get off my cart, I've got some shopping to do.” Shaking the trolley, he leans away, dismayed. “Also, the owner seems to like me, which is rare enough, so I don't want to ruin my relationship with the old lady. Shoo, Hobart, I'm off the clock.”

“You've got two people who like you now. One more than the other, I suppose.”

You narrow your eyes towards the vampire. “Who's the second one.”

Hobie walks backwards, arm wrapped around his basket, smile blinding everyone in its vicinity. “Me, darling, isn't it obvious?”

The bright fluorescent lights shouldn't do him any favours but by god, he looks amazing under it.

You don't answer, the camera zooms into your hands gripping the handles of the shopping cart, chest heaving, swallowing thickly.

He leaves, going towards the cashier to pay for his groceries. And you spot a sign that's labeled ‘50% off on garlic!’ you glare at the camera, pushing the cart towards the display.

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Hobie sits on his work table, pieces of a TV are jumbled out on the table as he tinkers with them. His hands shake slightly, he should really feed.

“—‘m pretty good with technology, not like the other vampires. I've adapted well with—” he sniffs, “wait, what's that smell?”

He opens the door to find thousands of garlic circling around his house, “what—?”

“Tada!” You pop out from the side, hands carrying bushels of garlic, no doubt smelling like it too. “Wait, no, not tada, that's in poor taste because you hate them.”

Hobie gags at the smell, eyes watery and irritated. “This is a bad idea!” He rubs at his eyes, tears fully streaming on his cheeks.

“Why? Because it's working?!” You cackle, throwing the vegetable like confetti, one lands right on top of your head.

“Because it attracts—!”

You screech when you feel a sharp tug at your coat. A little green creature shrieks at you, the sound rings your eardrums, almost breaking the boom mic. Its eyes are dark and glassy, ears pointed, teeth sharp.

“A Goblin?!” Falling on your ass, you crawl backwards, watching as more and more of them appear from the bushes.

“I'm a goblin.” The one with a worn out party hat says, voice cracking like foil.

“What are you a Pokémon?!”

Hobie runs after you as fast as he can with the garlic hindering him. “Get inside!” He yells, dragging you towards the door. His hands sizzle atop your arms, the garlic searing his skin.

The creatures skidaddles towards you, towards the smell of garlic. Waves upon waves of green skitter and crawl on all limbs, eyes hungry, mouths agape.

“Hobie!” You hold on to his wrists as the ground scratches your back. Kicking an incoming goblin, you yelp as the door closes at the nick of time.

Claws scratch at the windows and walls. One of them even bangs its head hard on the glass just to get to you.

Hobie hides you behind him, eyes still stinging and skin aflame. “Get to the basement!” He screams when one breaches the house with glass shattering. “Go!”

Running down, Hobie lets you and the crew go first. He grabs a cutlass from the wall, chopping one that comes a little too close to your leg.

You look back at him with worry. “Hobie!”

“I'll be there! Just go!” He grabs one by the neck, throwing it away haphazardly.

It yells a faint ‘whee’ as it sails through the house.

Reaching the large basement, you search for the light switch, a cameraman beats you to it and you yelp at the sudden brightness.

The basement is full of things from different centuries. An iron maiden lays discarded on the corner, its steel rusted and brown. A sculpture of a woman sits on a shelf, it looks like it's a long lost work of Rodin. There's a large tapestry depicting a vampire war that is now collecting dust on the wall.

But the thing that catches your eyes is the massive metal cage that sits in the middle of the room. You would gawk but the swarm of goblins are nearing the basement. The familiar thumping of boots shakes you with relief.

“Cage!” Hobie grabs you effortlessly, you have no time to react as he carries you like a duffel bag by your waist.

The crew follows frantically, closing the metal doors shut behind them just as the swarm gets close. They shriek and bang on the bars, little arms trying to reach towards you.

He lays you back to your feet, dropping the drenched sword on the ground, palms still healing. He cups your face, searching for any injuries.

“You alright?” He heaves, out of breath, legs covered in goblin bites and palms searing but he looks at you like you're the one who's bleeding.

Staring at him with your irises blown out, mouth slightly parted, you embrace him to his surprise and the crew's.

“I'm okay,” you lean away before he could hug back. Hands placed on his shoulders, nails digging into him like he's about to be yanked away from you. “Are you?”

Hobie forgets about the other people inside the cage and the goblins trying to nibble at him. It's only you in his hands, even though the pungent smell of garlic makes his nose itch. Eyes tender, touch gentle, he could only nod.

“Yeah, I'm good now.” His voice lacks the usual charm.

You can finally breathe. “I thought…I'm the only one that's allowed to kill you.”

Chuckling, he traces your jaw with his thumb. “I know. You're first in line, darling.”

The crew stands near the sides awkwardly.

—

The goblins are trashing Hobie's basement, and based on the sounds from upstairs, they're also wreaking havoc in the entire house.

You sit back to back with Hobie in the middle of the cage, away from the bars, hands braced to your sides, his own are mere inches away from yours. He's glad that the garlic smell has wafted away from you, but not enough to get rid of the goblins still hankering for your flesh.

The crew stays away from the openings of the cage whilst a handful of the creatures try to grab at their equipment. It's been hours since the initial attack and everyone's getting hungry and thirsty, including Hobie.

“Why do you even have a dungeon in your basement—? Wait, scratch that, don't answer.” You try to pass the time.

“It was for your great great uncle—”

“Ew!”

“Get your head out of the gutter.” He says flatly, hands shaking from hunger. “I got it so he has a safe place to transform every full moon.”

“What? Huh, so that's why that branch of the family is so hairy.”

He changes the subject. “What were you thinkin’ with the garlic?” Hobie lays his head right on your shoulder, craning his neck to face you, he uses the closeness to memorize your face. His crimson eyes are dimmer than you're used to.

“I dunno, I thought it was a genius idea back then. Y’know, trap you inside, starve you then when you're weak enough I'd put a stake through your heart.”

“It's a good thing you're bloody fit.” He murmurs, chuckling quietly. “You almost got me though.” Your ears pick up the fatigue in his voice.

“And here I thought you fancy me for my amazing personality.”

“That too.” He smiles weakly, feeling the ache in his bones. “We need to get out of here.” His jaw visibly tightens, wanting to get away from you and your scent. Unfortunately it's not so easy when you're trapped.

“I know,” You sigh, Hobie sits up, covering his ears with the heels of his palms. “You okay?”

“I can hear your blood rushing through your veins.” He bites the inside of his cheeks. “Fuck, we really need to get out of here.” Standing up on wobbly feet, you help him up while the crew stands as far as they can without getting slashed by goblin claws.

“You're hungry.” You state the obvious.

“Starvin’” his red eyes flick down to your neck, already feeling guilty from the simple look.

You swallow thickly. “When was the last time you drank?”

“A couple days ago.” His vision blurs.

“Why are you starving yourself?” Scolding him, you guide him back down on the cold granite. “Hobart.”

“Why do you keep callin' me that?” Cold hands against your own, his eyes zeroes in on your face, avoiding the veins in your neck. “You sound like her when you call me that.”

Your eyes soften, warming him with your palms atop his cheeks, you worry. “You haven't answered my question.”

He groans, head lolling backwards. “Got busy, forgot what day it was.”

“Busy with what?” You click your tongue, lifting his head back up with your hands under his head. You search his hungry eyes, making a decision you could regret in the long run.

“If I let you feed, will you be able to get rid of the goblins?”

That has him picking his head back up, waking him up from his hungry stupor. “What—?”

You reiterate, voice determined. “If I let you drink from me can you get your strength back and get rid of the little fuckers?”

“Y/N, I can't let you do that.”

“I know what happens if you don't feed and judging by how the goblins are devouring your entire house like some frat, they aren't leaving soon enough.” You ball his shirt in your hands for emphasis. “I'm letting you drink, just this one time so we could all go home.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Just don't turn me into your spawn, deal?”

Hobie cracks a smile, fangs glinting off the basement lights. You suddenly feel your nerves kicking in.

“I promise I won't. Just tell me if it gets too much, yeah?”

“Okay,” you inhale deeply, tugging down the collar of your shirt, showing him what he needs. “Don't drink me dry.”

“That depends, for all I know you taste brilliantly.” His joke alleviates your fear a little. You're both unaware of the cameras watching, recording everything. Even forgetting that they were there in the first place.

His hand is on the back of your neck, the other is gripping on to your arm like his life depends on it. Eyeing your skin, lips brushing along it, fangs barely piercing, he gives you enough time to lean away.

“Hurry on with it, I need to pee.”

With a deep chuckle, he sinks his teeth in you.

Gasping, you bite down on your bottom lip, stifling any sounds. But Hobie can hear them from your chest, feel how your body quivers with every suck and nip from his teeth.

You whimper and he holds on to you tighter.

He wants to devour you whole, his instincts tell him to ravage you until you're dry and limp in his arms— to rip you apart with his bare teeth. But he doesn't, he's careful and gentle like he's drinking nectar straight from a flower.

“F-fuck…” you let out, hands shaking, sliding down to the back of his neck, pressing him closer.

He turns warmer with your crimson flowing through him, not letting a single drop of the precious liquid dribble from his mouth.

Hobie feels like his dead heart beats once again after centuries.

Eyes closed, you feel like you're on cloud nine. You look like it too, eyes hazy, lips parted, hand holding on to him weakly.

Before he could drown in you, Hobie carefully eases his teeth out from your pierced skin, maw covered in your blood, thumb pressing down to your wounds to stop the bleeding.

It will scar, but you're alright with that thought.

He feels anew. His eyes are sharper, adrenaline coursing through him like your blood in his system. His ears perked at every breath you let out. Eyes blown up like the size of dinner plates, his warm breath fans your cheeks.

Half of him regrets doing it, now that he has gotten a taste, he can't go back to biting random rich assholes. His other half delights in your after taste, so sweet and nectarine that makes him crave more.

You crane your neck slowly like molasses to look at him sweetly through your half lidded eyes, and a soft yet tired smile on your lips. Still clinging into euphoria, vision swirling and heart beating a thousand times per second. You feel like you've ascended and you'll never go down from it.

Licking his teeth, Hobie resists the urge to dive back in. But he's more than that, you're more than a blood bag.

“You alright?” He whispers, he smells like you.

You hum, smiling giddily like a child who just got what she wanted.

“‘m gonna go and kill some goblins now. Stay here for me?”

You hum a tune that sounds like a rendition of ‘happy birthday.’ Giggling, you pat his cheek.

“Yeah, you'll be alright. I'll get you some orange juice after this.”

“Orange sounds nice… such a pretty color. And cookies, yum.” You chortle like you just heard the best joke. “Oh handsome, so handsome. I'm gonna bite you back one day.” Staring up at him, your eyes roll back, falling unconscious.

“Lookin' forward to it.”

Hobie gently lays you down on the floor, standing up, ears listening to your fast heart beat, but it's not enough proof for him. Eyes observing your chest, watching it go up and down, making sure he didn't go too far. Satisfied, he points at the crew cowering in the corner, their cameras still rolling. The documentary won't air anywhere at this rate.

“Watch her.” He says sternly, eyes glaring.

They all nod frantically.

With a swift kick to the metal door, he strikes down every goblin he sees.

—

You sit on the same patchwork armchair, sipping on a warm cup of tea, comfortable and content in your seat. The two pin prick scars on your neck peeks under your collar. The camera has you in the spotlight, zoomed in on your freshly washed face.

“Do you know about the curse?” The man behind the camera asks, his voice wavering with every word like it's taboo to mention it.

“What curse?” You watch as their faces morph into panic. “I'm fucking with you,” you laugh at their expense.

“Of course I know about it. Why do you think I hunt him down? For fun? Well, partly because of it but we broke that curse like five generations ago when my ancestor figured it all out and made friends with the witch.”

Smiling fondly, you continue. “She's my godmother now. Don't tell him.” You warn. “Hunting him down is an initiation for us really, a tradition to try and kill him, just really doing our best to cause damage. He's pretty powerful.”

Laying your elbows on your knees, you look directly at the camera.

“I mean you've seen the room right? He's fucking obsessed, someone has to off him or just—I honestly think he should just move on.” shrugging you sip your tea that he made for you.

“Is that why you're living with him?” They ask unabashedly. The camera zooms out, showing you still in your pajamas, complete with fluffy slippers.

“Uh—”

Hobie appears in the corner, leaning on the doorway casually, a similar pajama pants hanging low on his hips.

“Darling, have you seen my good jumper—?”

You take your crossbow from under the chair, twisting in your seat, you aim it at his head, shooting, the arrow whizzes past him, he ducks down as the arrow imbeds into the oak.

Hobie laughs on the floor, lifting up a black and red jumper. “Found it!”

“Goddamnit.” The word is laced with endearment. You turn back towards the crew, eyes narrowed at them. “Wait, why are you guys here so early?”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! And happy 1k! 🎉

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Mile High Club - Carlos Sainz

I was inspired by Carlos' Instagram story 😂 enjoy!

pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

warning: smut

word count: 1.5K

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"What are you doing?" you ask Carlos as he busily types away on his cell phone. You see that he's composing a text and wonder what he's so meticulously writing down.

"I'm giving my followers on Instagram, some tips on how to prevent a jet lag."

You and Carlos are currently on a flight from Madrid to Dubai, then transferring to another plane to Melbourne. You usually accompany Carlos to race weekends in Europe, as the short distances are clearly more pleasant to travel. You've only flown long-haul twice before, and that never in First Class. The comfort or rather luxury made the long flight a lot more pleasant.

"Which would be?" you inquire with interest, putting your book aside and leaning in further towards him. You two share a cabin. Somehow, it's disconcerting that despite the number of passengers on board, you were able to be so private and secluded. On top of that, your little compartment was very cozy.

"You can read all about it in my story..." he mumbles as he continues typing.

You pull a pout. All you wanted was some attention and affection from your boyfriend. Carlos has always been very reserved and especially in public. He loves you, more than anything in the world, but physical touch is not his love language compared to yours. He loves spending time with you, but hugging, caressing and kissing you in front of everyone is just not his thing. He is loving and caring, but only ever in your private togetherness.

"I want you to explain it to me though..." you continue to pout and start a new attempt to get Carlos' undivided attention. He looks up at you from his phone and sees you leaning in close, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Oi, cariño! Don't look at me like that..."

"How am I looking at you?"

"Please just don't..."

You fall dramatically back in your seat and cross your arms in front of your chest. Again, there's that pout and this time it's justified.

Carlos groans a little annoyed, but then relents. "So..." he begins, explaining his stay-awake method for the first flight. You watch him closely. In everything he does, he is always so passionate. Even if it's just about a simple Instagram post. When Carlos talks, it's always with his hands. His long and talented fingers which he knows exactly how to use. Your gaze wanders to his face and gets stuck on his lips. His full and beautiful lips.

He is such a good kisser. You'd love to fall around his neck right now and nibble on that plump lower lip. Just as he's telling you about the importance of light conditions, you're done. You put your hand on his thigh and it completely throws him off his game. He looks at your hand and then back at you. He knows this look all too well and has to swallow hard, "Mi amor, please...".

Innocently you look at him and have that smug grin on your lips, "Go ahead!".

Nervously, he shifts in his seat, making sure no one can look into your separate compartment. He clears his throat and tries to remember the last point on his list. Which is getting harder and harder as your hand continues to move up until it's on his crotch. Carlos puts his head in the back of his neck and moans a little excited. Within a few seconds he is hard, this can be clearly felt under the fabric of his jeans. You take your other hand to it and open his pants with skillful grips, "I know another method to keep you awake.".

"Ay, Dios mio..." he moans out as you finally reach into his boxers, freeing his hard cock and gently taking it in your hand. With an animalistic look, he looks at you. His pupils so dilated that barely any of his amber iris can be seen. His hands grip the armrests of his seat even tighter and his hips jerk eagerly towards your hand. Now he is addicted to your touch and wants you to intensify your movements.

"Please don't stall me like this..." he literally begs you, whispering so that the passengers around you don't notice anything, or at least as little as possible. You smile triumphantly and slide off your seat to kneel between his legs. The sight of his cock excites you too and without hesitation you take him in your mouth.

Carlos bites his lower lip at this contact to prevent a loud groan. A rumble escapes his throat, this only sports you further on.

Carlos is big, too big to take him completely into your mouth. You struggle until you feel him deep in your throat. Tears shoot into your eyes as Carlos rhythmically thrusts his hips forward. He holds your open hair together in a ponytail with his fist and now sets the rhythm. You give yourself to him and let him fuck your mouth. As loving as he is to you, he could also be dominant and you would be lying if you said you didn't like it at all.

Carlos is getting closer to an orgasm, but he doesn't want to cum in your mouth. "Come here." he prompts you and pulls your mouth from his cock. Now you look at him a bit surprised. Neither he nor you are people who are quiet during sex, but Carlos is so driven by lust that he doesn't care about anything around him now. Hesitating slightly, you climb onto his lap and lean down to kiss him. Luckily you opted for a long wrap dress today with the springy temperatures in Madrid, so Carlos quickly pushes the skirt of the dress aside to get to your underwear.

"Already so wet for me?" he asks bluntly with his strong Spanish accent, which sounds as sexy as never before and grins cheekily. His fingers roam over the top of your thong, feeling how damp the fabric already is.

"You're rude." you admonish him in a whisper and kiss him greedily again to prevent a groan. Carlos immediately takes this chance and pushes your thong aside to enter you with his index and middle finger. His other hand fumbles with the bow of your wrap dress and opens it. In front of him the sight of your slightly transparent lace bra. Then he puts his hand on the back of your head, so you don't have the chance to pull your head away from another kiss. You moan into his mouth during the kiss, fortunately this muffles all sounds from both of you.

Carlos barely gives you time to get used to his fingers and already withdraws them from you. Only to place his cock in front of your entrance. You want to feel him, you want him to fill you. Quickly you settle on him and take him inside you almost effortlessly. A familiar feeling for both of you, which you can never get enough of. You let your eyes roll back and begin to grind your hips. Carlo's hands linger on your hips to keep them as low as possible, so that he is deep inside you. Again he sets the rhythm and you bury, your face in the crook of his neck. The desire for each other and also joining the Mile High Club now, makes your adrenaline level rise higher.

"Carlos, I'm about to cum." you moan barely audible into his ear.

"A little more..." he murmurs back and you feel his hard grips on your hips. You increase your pace and feel the knot in your abdomen tighten. Your legs are already shaking and your breathing is also completely uncontrolled. Carlos watches you struggle with yourself, as you try to delay your orgasm. This only turns him on more. You both exchange intense glances, trying to admonish each other to not make any telltale sounds.

"Okay." he nods at you, out of breath.

"Okay?" you assure yourself and again Carlos nods at you in confirmation.

Carlos has already given you several breathtaking orgasms, but you can never remember one as intense as this one. You ride your high out on him completely and Carlos watches as you do. You look so damn sexy while doing it. This memory will stay with him forever. After your climax, you smile at each other. Carlos puts his hand lovingly in your neck and pulls you down to kiss you again. You are only too happy to return this tender kiss.

"I don't think anyone heard anything." you whisper against his lips after breaking away from the kiss.

"Even if they did..." grins Carlos mischievously and you slide off his lap, back into your seat. You both get dressed again and fix your hairstyles, in the small mirror in front of you.

"Maybe I should add the Mile High Club to my stay-awake-list." Carlos mumbles with another cheeky grin on his lips.

"And the company should better wear a dress..." you add, joining in his laughter.

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Pierre Gasly you are suave you are sexy you are sobbing into the radio after your win you are clinging to the armrests because the airplane is experiencing some turbulence you are putting your hand directly on Charles' ass you are flying to Dubai to go show Yuki your new muscles you are at fashion week you are refusing to make eye contact with your frenemy you are winking at your frenemy you are calling Charles a psycho for liking Dahmer you are using your facial hair as contour you are at the basketball game and are at eye level with the players' belly buttons because you are teeny tiny you are being driven around Faenza by your personal trainer you a

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With Ergonomic Office Chairs from Iconic Office Furniture, Dubai's workspaces are transforming into havens of comfort and productivity. So, why settle for discomfort when you could be sitting pretty in the chair of your dreams?

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Discover the Best Office Furniture in Dubai – Modern & Luxury Options by Highmoon

Why Choosing Quality Office Furniture Matters

A thoughtfully furnished office creates a space that encourages productivity, boosts morale, and leaves a positive impression on clients and visitors. Investing in high-quality furniture, whether it’s ergonomic office chairs or stylish executive desks, not only improves the working environment but also reflects the company’s brand and values. Dubai’s best office furniture stores, like Highmoon, offer solutions designed to combine functionality and style, tailored to suit your business needs.

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A significant part of any office furniture setup is the chair. A good office chair supports posture, improves focus, and increases productivity. Highmoon offers a range of office chairs in Dubai, catering to different needs:

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Selecting the right office furniture requires attention to detail. Here are some tips for finding furniture that’s perfect for your workspace:

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Dubai offers a vast array of options for outdoor enthusiasts, including camping gear. When it comes to finding high-quality camping chairs, you’ll be spoilt for choice. Here are some popular destinations to explore:

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3. Outdoor Life:

Online platform: Offers a wide selection of camping chairs from various brands, often with discounts and promotions.

Website: https://outdoorlife.ae/collections/chairs

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Online platform: Provides a vast selection of camping chairs, including international brands and local options.

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5. Local Camping Stores:

Explore: Visit local camping stores in Dubai, such as those located in shopping malls or specialized outdoor gear shops. They often carry a curated selection of camping chairs tailored to the UAE market.

Tips for Choosing the Right Camping Chair:

Consider your camping style: Are you backpacking, car camping, or glamping? Different styles require different types of chairs.

Think about comfort: Look for chairs with good back support, padding, and armrests.

Check the weight capacity: Ensure the chair can comfortably support your weight.

Look for durability: Choose a chair made from sturdy materials that can withstand the elements.

Consider portability: If you’re backpacking, a lightweight and foldable chair is ideal.

By exploring these options and considering your specific needs, you’ll be able to find the perfect camping chair to enhance your outdoor adventures in Dubai.

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How to Choose the Best Office Furniture for Your Dubai Office Setup

Setting up an office in Dubai, whether in a bustling commercial hub or a home office, involves several key decisions. One of the most important aspects of creating a functional and comfortable workspace is choosing the right office furniture. Your office furniture not only impacts the productivity and well-being of your team but also reflects your company’s values and aesthetics. Whether you're looking for office chairs, office workstations, or home office furniture, selecting high-quality pieces that suit your needs is essential. Here’s a comprehensive guide on how to choose the best office furniture for your Dubai office setup.

Understanding Your Office Space Needs

Before diving into the specific types of office furniture, the first step is to assess your office space. Every office is unique, and the furniture you select should complement the layout, size, and type of work being done.

Measure Your Space

Start by measuring the dimensions of your office. This ensures you choose furniture that fits well without overcrowding the area. An overly cluttered office can create a stressful environment and hinder movement.

Define the Purpose of the Space

What is the primary function of the space? Is it a formal office where clients frequently visit, or a creative workspace? This distinction will guide the type of furniture you need. For instance, a formal office might require sleek office workstations, while a creative space could benefit from more flexible and collaborative setups.

Prioritizing Ergonomics

One of the most important factors to consider when choosing office furniture is ergonomics. Employees spend long hours working at their desks, so furniture that promotes good posture and minimizes strain is crucial.

Invest in Ergonomic Office Chairs

When selecting office chairs, ergonomics should be your top priority. Ergonomic office chairs provide the necessary support to the spine, helping to prevent back pain and improve productivity. Features to look for in ergonomic chairs include adjustable seat height, lumbar support, and armrests.

Office Chairs Dubai: Quality and Variety

Dubai is home to many reputable office furniture suppliers offering a wide range of ergonomic office chairs. Look for Office Chairs Dubai suppliers that provide high-quality materials, customizable options, and a warranty. Ensure the chairs can be adjusted to suit the needs of different users, as comfort is not a one-size-fits-all solution.

Choosing the Right Office Workstations

Office workstations form the core of any office setup, as they determine the workflow and overall productivity. It’s important to select workstations that not only fit your space but also enhance your team's efficiency.

Consider the Layout

The layout of your office workstations should facilitate easy communication between employees while also providing enough privacy for focused tasks. Open-plan offices are popular in Dubai, but if your team needs more privacy, modular workstations with partitions can be a great choice.

Desk Size and Storage

The size of the desk is crucial, as it needs to provide ample space for computers, documents, and other essentials. Additionally, consider office workstations that come with built-in storage options like drawers or shelves. This can help maintain an organized workspace, reducing clutter and promoting efficiency.

Material and Durability

Office furniture in Dubai must be durable enough to withstand the city’s hot climate and everyday wear and tear. Choose desks and workstations made of high-quality materials such as metal, hardwood, or engineered wood. These materials offer longevity and ensure that your furniture remains in good condition for years.

Home Office Furniture: Flexibility and Comfort

For those setting up a home office in Dubai, the requirements might be slightly different from a traditional office. In a home office, flexibility and comfort are essential since you’re likely using the space for both professional and personal tasks.

Multi-Functional Furniture

One of the best strategies for a home office setup is to invest in multi-functional furniture. Desks that can double as storage units or shelves can help you maximize your space. You may also want to look for chairs that are suitable for both work and relaxation.

Choose Office Chairs for Home Use

Just like in a traditional office, the importance of ergonomics cannot be overstated in a home office. Make sure to choose office chairs that offer sufficient back support and comfort, especially if you plan to work for extended periods.

Design That Complements Your Home

Since the home office is part of your living space, choose home office furniture that blends well with your home décor. Whether you prefer a modern, minimalist style or something more traditional, you can find office furniture that complements your personal style without compromising on functionality.

Customization and Flexibility

One of the key advantages of shopping for office furniture in Dubai is the ability to customize. Many office furniture suppliers in Dubai offer customization options, allowing you to choose specific sizes, materials, and colors that match your office design.

Modular Office Workstations

If you anticipate growth or changes in your office structure, consider investing in modular workstations. These can be reconfigured easily, providing flexibility as your team or business needs change. Modular office furniture is especially popular in dynamic work environments where collaboration is key.

Balancing Aesthetics and Functionality

While functionality is crucial, the aesthetic appeal of your office furniture should not be overlooked. The right furniture enhances the overall look of your office and reflects your company’s brand identity.

Creating a Professional Image

If your office frequently hosts clients or visitors, it’s important to choose furniture that creates a professional image. Sleek, modern office chairs and polished office workstations can make a strong first impression. Opt for furniture that balances professionalism with comfort, ensuring that both employees and visitors feel welcome.

Color and Design

Dubai’s diverse office furniture market offers a range of color and design options. Choose colors that align with your company’s branding or create a specific atmosphere in the office. For example, light colors can make a small space feel larger and more open, while darker hues may create a more formal and focused environment.

Budgeting for Office Furniture in Dubai

Lastly, budgeting is a critical aspect of choosing the best office furniture. Office furniture can be a significant investment, so it’s important to strike a balance between quality and affordability.

Setting a Realistic Budget

Consider how much you’re willing to spend on different types of furniture. High-quality office chairs and office workstations are worth the investment since they directly impact employee productivity and comfort. However, for areas that are less frequently used, you might be able to save by opting for more budget-friendly options.

Look for Discounts and Deals

Many office furniture Dubai offer discounts for bulk purchases or seasonal sales. Don’t hesitate to inquire about deals, especially if you're furnishing an entire office.

Conclusion

Choosing the best office furniture for your Dubai office setup involves careful consideration of various factors, including ergonomics, space utilization, and aesthetic preferences. Whether you're selecting ergonomic office chairs, customizable office workstations, or versatile home office furniture, ensure that your choices align with both your functional needs and the design of your office. By prioritizing comfort, flexibility, and style, you can create an office environment that promotes productivity and reflects your company’s values.

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How Do I Maintain My Office Chair?

Maintaining your office chairs is essential for prolonging their lifespan, ensuring comfort, and supporting your health. Whether you have invested in office chairs in Dubai or are setting up home office furniture in Abu Dhabi, proper care will save you time and money in the long run. Here’s a comprehensive guide on how to maintain your office chair.

Why Office Chair Maintenance Matters

Regular maintenance of office chairs ensures that they continue to provide the comfort and ergonomic support you need. Office chairs are not just furniture; they are an investment in your health, especially when you work long hours. Over time, components can wear out, affecting posture, productivity, and even causing injury. By maintaining your office chairs in Abu Dhabi or Dubai, you can avoid these issues while ensuring your workspace remains comfortable and functional.

Regular Cleaning

Dusting and Wiping

Office chairs accumulate dust and dirt over time, particularly in the joints and seams. For office chairs in Dubai, where dust can be an issue, it’s essential to regularly dust the chair to prevent particles from building up.

Weekly: Wipe the chair with a soft, dry cloth to remove dust.

Monthly: Use a damp cloth or gentle cleaner to wipe down the entire chair, focusing on areas that come in direct contact with your skin.

Vacuum Upholstery

For fabric office chairs, vacuuming is crucial. Vacuum your office chairs Abu Dhabi to remove dust, crumbs, and other debris from the upholstery.

Tip: Use a vacuum attachment designed for upholstery to avoid damaging the fabric. A handheld vacuum or one with a brush attachment works well for home office furniture.

Lubricate Moving Parts

Office chairs have moving parts such as wheels, casters, and height-adjustment mechanisms. These parts need lubrication to function smoothly.

Wheels: If the wheels of your office chairs in Dubai become stiff, spray them with a silicone-based lubricant to restore smooth movement.

Gas Lift Cylinder: Apply lubricant to the cylinder to maintain height-adjustment functionality.

Lubricating these parts regularly will prevent squeaks and ensure that your office chair moves freely, making your workspace more comfortable.

Tighten Loose Screws and Bolts

Inspect Regularly

Over time, screws and bolts may loosen due to everyday usage. Inspect your office chairs in Abu Dhabi or Dubai every few months to ensure all components are secure.

Steps: Turn the chair upside down and check the base, arms, and backrest for loose screws. Tighten any that you find using a screwdriver or Allen wrench.

Neglecting loose screws can lead to damage to your chair and a potential safety hazard, so it’s essential to include this in your maintenance routine.

Protect Your Chair from Damage

Avoid Direct Sunlight

Sunlight can cause the fabric of your office chairs to fade and the materials to deteriorate, particularly in sunny climates like Dubai.

Tip: If your office chairs are near windows, consider using curtains or blinds to protect them from direct sunlight.

Use Chair Mats

A chair mat protects both your office chair and the floor beneath it. Particularly for home office furniture setups, using a chair mat will prevent wear and tear on your flooring and protect the wheels of your chair.

Replace Worn-Out Parts

Casters

Worn-out casters can make it difficult to move your office chair smoothly. If the casters are damaged or stuck, replace them promptly.

Tip: Check with the manufacturer for replacement casters or purchase them from office furniture stores in Abu Dhabi.

Armrests

Armrests are one of the most used parts of an office chair and can wear out over time. Cracked or damaged armrests should be replaced to maintain comfort.

Gas Lift Cylinder: If the chair no longer holds its height, the gas lift cylinder may need replacement. This is a common issue in office chairs Dubai and can be easily fixed by replacing the cylinder.

Replacing worn-out parts will prolong the life of your office chair and ensure that it remains functional and comfortable.

Adjust the Chair for Optimal Comfort

Proper ergonomic adjustment is essential for maintaining your office chair and your posture. Incorrect chair settings can strain your body and wear out the chair faster.

Seat Height

Ensure that your feet rest flat on the floor with your knees at a 90-degree angle. Adjust the height regularly to fit your desk and prevent strain on your legs and back.

Backrest

The backrest should support the natural curve of your spine. Adjust the tension of the tilt mechanism so that it moves with you, preventing strain.

Adjusting your office chairs regularly will enhance comfort and help prevent injuries, which is especially important for long working hours in an office or home office environment.

Clean and Protect Leather and Fabric Upholstery

Leather Chairs

Leather office chairs require special care. For office chairs in Abu Dhabi made from leather, you’ll want to clean and condition the material regularly to prevent cracking.

Cleaning: Use a leather cleaner to remove dirt and stains.

Conditioning: Apply a leather conditioner to keep the leather soft and prevent cracking.

Fabric Chairs

For fabric chairs, regular vacuuming is essential. In case of spills, blot them immediately with a clean cloth.

Tip: Use a fabric protector spray to guard against stains on fabric office chairs in Dubai, especially in environments where spills are common.

Proper care of upholstery will keep your office chair looking new and ensure it remains comfortable for years.

Regularly Rotate Chairs in a Workspace

If you have multiple office chairs in your workspace, consider rotating them periodically. This helps distribute wear evenly across all chairs, extending their overall lifespan.

Tip: Rotating office chairs in Abu Dhabi offices also provides an opportunity to inspect each chair for signs of wear and perform any needed maintenance.

Ensure Proper Weight Distribution

Each office chair has a maximum weight capacity. Exceeding this limit can damage the chair and lead to faster wear and tear. Be mindful of weight limits to avoid damaging the chair’s structure.

Tip: When choosing office chairs in Dubai, make sure to pick chairs designed for your weight range, particularly for heavy-duty office environments.

Store the Chair Properly When Not in Use

If you are not using the chair for an extended period, store it properly to prevent damage. For home office furniture, keeping the chair in a dry and cool environment will protect it from potential damage.

Tip: If you need to stack or store multiple office chairs, avoid placing heavy objects on them to prevent deformation.

Proper storage will protect your office chairs, ensuring they’re ready to use when needed.

Conclusion

Maintaining your office chair is not only about preserving its appearance but also about ensuring that it continues to provide ergonomic support and comfort. Whether you’re using office chairs in Dubai for a corporate office or home office furniture in Abu Dhabi, regular cleaning, lubrication, and proper adjustments can go a long way in extending the life of your chair.

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Adjustable Armrests and Seat Depth for Comfort

When evaluating ergonomic office chairs, two of the most reviewed features are height-adjustable armrests and seat depth adjustments. While some clients a puzzled with either to choose fixed or adjustable chair armrests, others prioritize the seat depth due to their varying body sizes. These 2 features are simply a cog in a machine as they also a subset of what makes an office chair ergonomic. Without any doubt, they greatly contribute to creating a supportive and comfortable workspace

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A Guide to Selecting the Perfect Armchair in Dubai or the UAE

Are you on the hunt for the ideal armchair to complete your living room or office in Dubai or the UAE? With countless options to choose from, selecting the right one can feel overwhelming. Here are some essential tips from orla-interior.com to help you find an armchair that meets your needs and preferences.

1. Consider the Style

If you desire a contemporary look, explore Italian-designed armchairs known for their sleek and stylish aesthetics. These pieces can add a refined touch to any space.

2. Prioritize Comfort

While style is important, comfort should be a top priority. Look for armchairs featuring supportive backrests, plush cushions, and sturdy armrests to ensure a relaxing seating experience.

3. Check the Materials

The quality of materials plays a significant role in both the durability and appearance of an armchair. Consider options made from premium materials such as leather, velvet, or high-quality fabrics, especially those from respected Italian brands.

4. Look for Versatility

An armchair that can adapt to various environments is a smart investment. Choose designs that can easily complement a range of decor styles, making them suitable for different rooms in your home or office.

5. Assess the Size Ensure that the armchair fits comfortably within your available space. Measure the area where you plan to place it and select a size that allows for easy movement without overcrowding the room.

By keeping these factors in mind, you'll be well-equipped to find the perfect armchair that enhances your style and comfort!

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An In-Depth Guide to Office Furniture in Dubai

Finding the Perfect Executive Office Chair and More

When it comes to setting up a professional workspace in Dubai, selecting the right office furniture is crucial. From enhancing productivity to ensuring comfort, the right choice of office furniture can make all the difference. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve into the world of office furniture in Dubai, focusing on various aspects such as office chairs, executive office chairs, and the best places to shop for them.

Why Office Furniture Matters

The significance of high-quality office furniture cannot be underestimated.. It not only affects the aesthetic appeal of your workspace but also has a significant impact on employee well-being and productivity. Ergonomically designed office chairs, for instance, can prevent physical discomfort and long-term health issues.

Office Chairs in Dubai: A Variety to Suit Every Need

Dubai offers a wide range of office chairs to cater to different needs and preferences. Whether you’re looking for ergonomic chairs, executive chairs, or task chairs, you’ll find numerous options.

Let's take a look on most popular types:

Ergonomic Office Chairs Ergonomic chairs are adjustable, allowing users to customize the chair’s height, seat depth, and backrest to their needs. This adaptability makes them a popular choice for those who spend long hours at their desks.

Executive Office Chairs Executive chairs are often associated with luxury and sophistication. They are typically larger, more padded, and upholstered in high-quality materials like leather. These chairs not only provide comfort but also add an element of prestige to the office environment.

Task Chairs Task chairs are versatile and practical. They are usually lightweight and easy to move, making them ideal for collaborative workspaces. These chairs offer basic ergonomic features and are often more affordable than their executive counterparts.

Finding the Best Office Chair Stores in Dubai

Dubai is home to numerous office chair shops, offering a wide array of options to suit different tastes and budgets. Whether you prefer high-end brands or budget-friendly options, you’re sure to find a store that meets your needs.

Highmoon Office Furniture Known for its extensive range of office furniture, Highmoon offers a variety of office chairs, from ergonomic to executive models. Our store is renowned for its quality products and excellent customer service.

1. Diverse Selection

Highmoon offers a wide variety of office chairs, including executive and ergonomic models, catering to different styles and needs.

2. Ergonomic Designs

Chairs are designed to provide optimal support and comfort, promoting a healthier work environment.

3. High-Quality Materials

Highmoon uses durable and high-quality materials, ensuring longevity and reliability.

4. Customization Options

Customers can customize features like upholstery, color, and ergonomic adjustments to meet specific requirements.

5. Stylish Designs

Their chairs feature modern and stylish designs, enhancing the office's aesthetic appeal.

6. Competitive Pricing

Highmoon offers excellent value for money with competitive pricing.

7. Excellent Customer Service

They provide responsive and knowledgeable customer service, including after-sales support.

8. Eco-Friendly Options

Highmoon offers sustainable, eco-friendly chair options.

9. Timely Delivery and Installation

Efficient delivery and professional installation services ensure a hassle-free experience.

Choosing the Right Executive Office Chair in Dubai

Selecting the perfect executive office chair involves considering several factors, including comfort, style, and functionality. Here are some points to help you make the right choice:

Comfort and Ergonomics Look for chairs that offer adjustable features, such as lumbar support, seat height, and armrests. These features can help reduce strain and provide optimal support.

Material and Upholstery Executive chairs are usually covered in luxurious materials like genuine leather or top-grade fabric, offering both comfort and a sophisticated appearance. Choose a material that complements your office decor and is comfortable to sit on for long periods.

Style and Design The design of the chair should reflect the professional atmosphere of your office. Opt for sleek and sophisticated styles that convey a sense of authority and professionalism.

Durability and Quality Investing in a high-quality executive chair is essential, as it ensures longevity and consistent comfort. Look for chairs made from durable materials and backed by warranties.

Conclusion

Investing in the right office furniture, especially chairs, is vital for creating a comfortable and productive workspace. Whether you’re setting up a new office or revamping an existing one, Dubai offers a wealth of options to suit every need and budget. By considering factors like comfort, style, and quality, you can find the perfect office chair setup just at Highmoon Office Furniture that enhances both the aesthetics and functionality of your workspace.

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Protective Covers for Furniture: Retaining the Newness of Your Furniture

Introduction

Furniture is more than just a thing that can be used in our homes; it is an important investment that adds to our comfort, style and value. However, everyday wear and tear, spills, pets and sunlight can take their toll on even the most carefully chosen pieces. Protective covers are a great way of keeping your furniture looking new longer. This guide will discuss why protective covers should be used, several available types and give tips on how to choose as well as maintain them.

The Significance of Protective Covers for Furniture

Protective outdoor furniture covers dubai are meant to safeguard your furniture against different forms of possible damage. The following are reasons why they are essential:

Protection from Spills and Stains

Inevitably accidents happen including spilling a glass of wine or dropping a plate and there goes ink stained all over the place. Cleaning up these messes is easier with protective covers since they protect your furniture from such stains thus preserving the fabric or leather underneath.

Safeguarding Against Pet Damage

Pets may be loved but can be tough on furniture too. From scratch causing claws to hair shedding fur; these patio furniture covers offer some level of security against pet related damage and allergens hence maintaining cleanliness.

So you Know Sun Can Harm Too?

Continual exposure to sunlight leads chairs’ upholstery material to fade away gradually but this is not well known to many people at large. Covers help shield your furniture from harmful UV rays, maintaining its color and integrity.

Reducing Wear and Tear

Eventually upholstery undergoes wear and tear due to frequent use .These ensure that rubbing between surfaces is minimized so that cloth remains intact for longer periods hence making chairs look attractive throughout.

Various Kinds of Protective Covers for Furniture

There exist different types of protective covers made specifically for certain kinds of furniture pieces as well as uses thereof; here are some:

Slipcovers

These are fabric covers for sofas, armchairs or any other type of furniture that completely change its appearance. They can be made from different materials such as cotton, polyester spandex and so on.

Furniture Protectors

This is a type of covering made specifically to protect specific parts of the sofa like cushions or armrests. They’re ideal for high-use areas and are often easier to remove and clean.

Waterproof Covers

Outdoor furniture usually requires waterproof covers because they are exposed to rain while indoors furniture must not come into contact with water as it becomes damaged by it. These covers may be made from nylon or PVC which is water-resistant.

Furniture Throws

Furniture throws are large pieces of fabric that can be draped over sofas, chairs, or beds. It makes your furniture more attractive, comfortable and stylish.

Custom Cover-ups

These expensive coverings provide an exact fit since they are tailored according to the measurements as well as the shape of your chair; besides this custom-made ones are usually manufactured from very good materials hence giving much better protection than many others available on the market at present…

Choosing the Right Protective Cover

Choosing the right protective cover will involve several considerations that ensure it is suitable for you. The following are some of them:

Material

The furniture’s use and environment should determine which material is used to make these covers. Breathable fabrics such as cotton and polyester can be used for indoor furniture, while durable, water-resistant materials are necessary for outdoor pieces.

Size and Fit

For effective protection, a good fit is essential. Measure your furniture accurately so that you buy a cover of the same dimensions as it. In case of slipcovers, refer to size charts or talk to an expert who will help you find one which fits snugly.

Style and Design

There are various styles and colors in which protective covers come at market today. Choose a cover that matches with your existing decorativeness supplementing appearance of room or living room; for instance might slipcovers or throws change look without going through full remodeling of the entire house.

Ease of Maintenance

Look out covers that need less effort in cleaning them back to their original cleanliness nearly instantly after they have been dirtied by any form of stains on them like machine-washable ones or something that can be wiped in order to gain access to houses quickly especially because they live in very busy homes. Covers having parts that are removable and washable can be used if fabric requires high maintenance.

Durability.

Tough materials make better covers that serve you longer than those made from poor quality substances. Check for strengthened seams and sturdy structures when purchasing these shields most especially if your pets play around the home or children knock things down now and then.

Tips on Caring for Protective Covers

Properly maintaining protectives such as furniture covers is important if you want them last long enough before getting new ones? Here are some tips:

Regular Cleaning

Clean according to manufacturer’s instructions all the time so that you maintain your covers in a good condition. Prevent dirt accumulation and staining through regular vacuuming or spot cleaning.

Address Spills Immediately

Deal with spills as soon as they happen. Do not rub spill, instead blot it so that it does not spread around. Follow the directions of care that match the material of your cover.

Check for Wear

Check the covers frequently whether signs of tear are appearing on them or not. Replace or fix those ones which are already starting to go bad so that you can continue protecting your furniture.

Rotate Covers

This is helpful if you have multiple covers or use a rotation system since it helps distribute wear and prolongs life span of each of them evenly.

Conclusion

Protective furniture covers provide a practical and stylish way to maintain the longevity and aesthetics of your furnishings. Knowing what these different types contribute to someone’s home, being able to select rightly suitable for your situation, caring for them rightly after buying; will always keep one’s wood looking as new as possible even on daily usage reasons why people purchase such things like pets’ messes when at home using them more often than any other materials meant specifically safeguard investment in household conviviality homey atmosphere because suitable blankets bring feeling satisfaction to purchasers every time they suspect some liquid probably spilt over carpeting.

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Attention: Individuals and Families Seeking Cerebral Palsy Wheelchair in Dubai

Are you or a loved one living with cerebral palsy and in need of a specialized cerebral palsy wheelchair? Unlock the joy of movement and embrace life's adventures with a wheelchair designed specifically for individuals with cerebral palsy. Discover the freedom to explore, engage, and experience the world with enhanced comfort, support, and accessibility with the transport wheelchair.

Features:

Customized Support: This wheelchair is expertly tailored to meet the unique needs of individuals with cerebral palsy. It provides optimal positioning, postural support, and pressure relief, ensuring maximum comfort and promoting healthy posture.

Enhanced Mobility: Experience newfound independence with a wheelchair that facilitates smooth and effortless mobility. Its maneuverability in tight spaces, lightweight construction, and ergonomic design empower individuals with cerebral palsy to navigate everyday environments with ease.

Adjustable Adaptability: The wheelchair offers a range of adjustable features, including seat width, depth, and height, as well as adjustable armrests and leg rests. These customizable options ensure proper alignment, comfort, and functionality, adapting to the changing needs of individuals with cerebral palsy.

Accessibility and Safety: This wheelchair is built with accessibility and safety in mind. It features easy-to-use controls, intuitive brakes, and robust stability, providing a secure and reliable mode of transportation for individuals with cerebral palsy.

Supportive Accessories: Additional accessories such as headrests, harnesses, and trays can be integrated into the wheelchair to offer supplementary support, comfort, and convenience. These optional extras further enhance the overall experience and meet specific individual requirements.

Shop for the best mobility products from Sehaaonline. You can also get products like the shower stool, a bath stool, or a shower chair with back in Dubai for your children in need.

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Tailored Comfort: Navigating the Selection of the Finest Ergonomic Office Chair

In the dynamic landscape of Office Furniture Solutions in Dubai, UAE, we stand as the epitome of customization. As a leading provider, we offer a curated selection of modern and luxury office furniture designed to elevate your workspace aesthetics.

In the ever-evolving office furniture industry, we address challenges with Best Ergonomic Solutions and high-quality products. Our commitment extends beyond mere furniture; we are here to enhance workplace productivity through thoughtfully crafted designs.

Unveiling Elegance: Tailored Ergonomics for the Modern Office Throne

Embark on a journey to discover the epitome of office comfort – the perfect chair that cradles you like a comforting embrace. Our Ergonomic Office chairs seamlessly blend comfort and style, ensuring each swivel is a sigh of relief. Picture the joy of settling into a chair that whispers, "I've got your back, quite literally."

Luxury Redefined: A Showcase of Ergonomic Opulence in Office Seating

Visualize a grand showcase, a runway where office chairs take center stage. Lumbar support struts its prowess, and adjustable armrests strike poses of perfection. It's not just about aesthetics; it's about an exquisite feeling. Our finest ergonomic office chairs are not mere furniture; they make a bold fashion statement for your spine.

Revolutionizing Office Dynamics: The Imperative of Top-notch Ergonomic Seating

Ever entered the office with a sense of royalty? That's the enchantment of a premium ergonomic office chair. Bid farewell to uncomfortable seating marathons as our top-notch chairs become your golden ticket to a realm filled with swivels, lumbar support, and a haven that boosts productivity.

Your Throne Awaits: Embrace the Luxurious Comfort of Ergonomic Bliss

Yearning for a flawless throne? Our best ergonomic office chair is more than just a seat; it's a sanctuary for your back. Immerse yourself in the universe of lumbar support, customizable features, and swivel enchantment. Your spine will thank you, and your productivity will soar. It's time to reign over your office kingdom in the luxurious comfort of ergonomic bliss!