#throw the top sheet in with the sheet and pillowcases

[kaizokuniichan]

What You Want

Roronoa Zoro x AFAB reader

Summary: You have a tendency to slip into Zoro’s bed every time you drink. For some reason he lets you keep on doing it

This is the absolute longest fic I’ve ever written in my life. I don’t know how it happened, I just let my hand take the lead. Apologies for any weird formatting, I was forced to write this on my phone.

Warnings: alcohol use, unprotected vaginal sex, oral, light choking, slight degradation, use of “good girl”, nipple play

Word Count: 5.6k (😰)

MDNI; 20+ readers please

(Divider by @cafekitsune )

Sometimes you had this nasty habit of slipping into Zoro’s bed when you drank. You didn’t know why, it was just something you did.

The first time it happened you’d been so inebriated that your stumbling around had resulted in you tripping over a pair of boots, scrabbling onto the bed to break your fall, and flopping unceremoniously onto his legs. He startled awake and attempted to shove you off but your drunken delirium insisted that you were in your room and you had every right to be there. Exasperated, he rolled you off his knees and you eventually passed out by his ankles.

A mumbled apology came the next day during breakfast which he wordlessly waved off. After quickly gulping down his food, he grabbed his katanas and headed out the door. No other exchange about the matter was made.

The first time you slipped under the duvet, the dip of the mattress was what pulled him from his slumber. It was just enough for him to see you at the furthest edge of the bed, your head flopping onto the pillow and your soft snores soon following. You’d only slept for maybe 2 hours before you jerked awake, realizing where you’d mistakenly wound up again. You quickly gathered your shoes and pants that had been haphazardly discarded, and snuck out of the room.

The first time your bodies made contact, your back had been pressed against his. He hadn’t actually been sleeping much that night; you were unaware of his watchful eye as he looked over his shoulder at you. Subconsciously you knew something was different (still convinced you were in your own bed), a comforting wall of warmth bleeding in through the thin cotton of your tank top. He rolled his head back to face his side, eye growing heavier as he finally succumbed to sleep. When he woke a few hours later your spot was empty and cool, rumpled sheets slightly flipped back being the only indication that you’d been there.

A new thing started happening where you faced your front to him, inching closer to his bulky form. You’d ungracefully throw an arm over his waist, hot and clammy palm spreading over his abs. Sometimes, you’d swear a larger hand covered yours with a quick squeeze. But the thought never registered for longer than a second, sweet unconsciousness beckoning you soon after. Those nights his curiosity got the better of him, and he wondered what you looked like up close while you slept. As he turned under the weight of your arm still flung over him, he was met with your face half stuffed into the pillow, mouth open with a thin layer of drool dampening the pillowcase. As he adjusted himself to lay on his stomach, your body stirred and one of your eyes cracked open to stare back at him. He’d thought your focus would be foggy but you looked deep into him, down to his very bones. You held his gaze for what felt like hours under the calm nothingness that only existed during a night faring the seas, before you promptly sat up and hastened to exit the room as you always did; this time forgetting to grab the shorts and bra you’d carelessly tossed.

You knew he was aware of what you were doing but for some reason you couldn’t stop it from happening, and he wouldn’t stop you from doing it. You rationalized that the only reason he allowed it to continue was because he was just as intoxicated, sake vapors always permeating his clothes. It remained an unspoken thing between the two of you, the only acknowledgment being an amused look from him every time you took that first gulp of whiskey.

You wondered how no one else seemed to know, you weren’t exactly quiet anytime you stumbled into the men’s quarters. But then again they all slept like logs and you always managed to slip away before the sun could peak over the horizon.

Tonight was your birthday, and contrary to popular belief, you tended not to drink as much on this day, wanting to fully experience the joy and laughter with your beloved crew. A few glasses of bubbly and maybe a shot or two here and there, but not enough to put you on your ass.

Zoro had a good sense of your drinking habits, so he could tell you weren’t going as hard as usual. He wondered whether or not you’d be joining him in his bed tonight, seeing as how your mostly sober mind could possibly hold you back. His eye caught yours as it always did. Your skin was warm and glowing, cheeks puffed up from the ever-present grin plastered upon your face. It took Usopp, knocking into you and spilling his drink onto your shirt, to finally pull your attention away from Zoro as you screeched with laughter, chasing the sniper around the deck with a handful of cake meant to be smashed into his face.

Things finally wound down to lull as everyone crashed outside under the milky glow of the moon. Zoro looked around but couldn’t find you or either of the other girls anywhere, and deduced that you’d all probably left together. Oh well. Looks like he’d have the room to himself. Throwing Luffy’s arm off his cheek, he dusted off his pants and made his way back inside. His heavy footfalls echoed throughout the empty halls, wood creaking as the Sunny rocked him along. Finally arriving at his door, a fleeting image of you waiting in his bed, curled up under his sheets, crossed his mind. He quickly shook it off, knocking it back towards the huge pile of other non crew-like thoughts he had of you, and opened the door. Instead he was greeted by an empty bed, and as he closed the door, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes, and collapsed onto the mattress.

As you stood outside the door to the men’s quarters, you cursed yourself for your lack of self control. Your mind had now associated any amount of drinking with sleeping in Zoro’s bed, and that revelation had caused you to lie awake with a mysterious insomnia. After an hour of tossing and turning, your body had gotten up and your feet lead you, seemingly of their own accord, to wherever they wanted. And now here you were at his door, fully cognizant of what you were doing. Your knuckles turned white from your hand’s grip on the doorknob, and you tried to gaslight yourself into believing that you were actually drunker than you thought. This was a perfectly normal thing that you always did.

Pushing the door open you found Zoro in his bed, asleep as always, positioned in a way that was normally reserved for napping. Laying on his back, he looked luminous under the shafts of moonlight filtering through the window. Arm under the pillow behind his head, his bare chest rose and fell in a slow and steady rhythm, his soft snores tumbling from his parted lips. Your chest tensed and you stilled. You hadn’t expected him to look like that . Normally he was more of a misshapen lump under the blankets, but tonight his body looked almost as if it was offering an invitation to you. You tiptoed closer, using a few moments to take him in. With sheets rumpled at his waist, you had a clear view of his torso, which rippled with bunches of muscles beneath the skin. His jawline was as sharp as ever, head tipped back to reveal a clear line between it and his neck. He was so achingly handsome it made you gasp, chest tightening even more as you wondered how the hell you’d survived sleeping next to him during the past few months without melting completely through the floor. Liquor really did seem to have a dulling effect on your nerves. After a quick mental battle of building up your nerve, you finally lifted the covers and slipped beneath them, inching closer and closer until you were almost touching. After a few moments of admiring the wrinkle between his thin brows, you settled more comfortably into the pillow and finally dozed off.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour long nap before your dreams melted away. Something was different. You’d fallen asleep on your stomach but instead of a firm mattress beneath you, you were angled on your side and there was a portion of a body pressed against your chest. You wiggled your fingers and felt the taut skin of someone’s pec, and your leg was thrown over the large, corded muscle of someone’s thigh. This couldn’t be right. You didn’t have any current situationships on your roster that justified this level of intimacy. Embarrassingly, your body wanted to welcome the comfort with little resistance. But your mind and your body were always at war, and your flight instincts kicked in as you planned to rip yourself away and slink on back to your room. But just before you could remove yourself completely, a heavy arm you hadn’t realized was around your waist pulled you back against him. You looked up to see a mirthful smirk and a steely eye peering at you.

“Done using me like a hunk of meat?”

“What?” You croaked, heart anchoring into your gut.

“You’re cutting our time short, usually you stay longer than this,” he continued with a poke at your side, grinning like he’d finally caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. And perhaps he had.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here tonight. I’m not even that drunk.”

“Yeah that’s the problem, you only seem to come around when you’re drunk.”

Your mind whirled in confusion. Was that what this was about? Did you give the impression that you didn’t enjoy his company in any capacity other than when alcohol was involved?

“Zoro, I’m sorry if that’s how this is coming across, I don’t mean that at all, of course I like being around you-“

Your frantic excuses were cut short by his amused chuckle.

“You’re making this too easy. I knew it was gonna be worth it, messing with you tonight.”

His toothy grin irked your spirit and you thumped his chest in retaliation. Of course that’s where this was going, this was Zoro. Annoyingly perceptive and slightly mischievous, despite what most people thought of him.

“Why haven’t you told me to leave then? After all these months?”

“To be fair I did the first time, but you kept arguing that I’d actually snuck into your bed.”

The faint memory was promptly squished back into the deepest parts of your mind.

“Well…you still allowed it to continue. Why?”

He hummed as he scratched his chin, pretending to ponder.

“Dunno. Figured you had a reason.”

“What possible reason could that have been?”

Zoro’s arm, still around your waist, pulled you closer as he turned onto his side to face you. The dip in his tone made your skin erupt in goosebumps.

“Figured you wanted something from me.”

Breath caught in your lungs as to what he was implying.

“Like what?”

His brow arched with a knowing look, slipping a leg between your own and lifting yours higher around his waist.

“Something I’ve been wanting to give to you. If you want it.”

His eyes bore into yours, waiting for your next move. You hesitated a few beats before finally wrapping your hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer.

“I want this,” you sighed, brushing your lips with his.

He smiled against yours, pulling you tighter.

“Finally.”

The kiss that followed was like an ocean storm, knocking you off balance in its undertow. The groan that settled in his chest sparked electricity in your veins, causing you to whimper. Your tongue met the seam of his lips and he curled his own around it, guiding and tangling them together. The sound of your lips smacking was unseemly, but you accepted it as proof that this was actually happening. Your mouths soon parted to catch your breaths, chests heaving in unison.

“Zoro…”

He grunted in response as he rolled you onto your back, groin settled against yours. You could feel the bulge of his arousal rub against your center, and your leg that had been draped over his waist remained hooked around him. His hand next to your head gripped the sheets as his mouth descended upon your lips once again, the hand on your waist pressed more firmly and made up and down motions against your skin. He caught your bruised bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, sucking it into his mouth until there was nothing left to give. You let out a whine and he moved to the side of your face, pressing his lips to your ear.

“I wanna keep hearing that tonight, you saying my name like that.”

Not waiting for your reply, his teeth came out to bite harshly into your earlobe. You yelped, helplessly rocking your hips against his. His thigh slid further between your legs until it met your wetness at your center, nudging to provide a place for you to grind against. His mouth continued to do sinful things to your neck and collarbones, taking note of which spots got you to squirm wriggle against him.

Eventually the hand massaging your ribs slipped under the hem of you shirt, lifting it up to expose your breasts. Wanting to see them before he felt them, he stopped himself from giving your pulse point another nibble to look at you properly. The unwavering inspection had you feeling shy as you made a move to pull your shirt back down.

“Don’t do that,” he ordered, grabbing your wrist to stop you, slamming it back down into the mattress.

Your chest continued to heave as you tried to quell your insecurities, hoping that he liked what he saw. Seemingly reading your mind, he tsked loudly.

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Huh?” You balked at him, utterly dumbfounded. That was definitely not the response you could’ve ever predicted to receive for providing him with a full display of your tits.

“You know how hard it’s been for me, letting you leave all of those nights?”

You had no reply prepared but it didn’t matter, any possible words would’ve failed you as his mouth latched onto your breast, tongue licking playfully at your nipple.

“Even watching you drool all over my pillows and snoring in my ear couldn’t stop me from wanting you.”

Annoyance tickled your temple, even as he sucked on the underside of your breast.

“I may have drooled once or twice but I definitely don’t snore.”

He looked up with a smile showing all 32 of his teeth before replacing his mouth with his hand to rub his thumb softly against the pebbled nub. A surprised gasp broke free from your lips. Sometimes you wondered if you were the type of person who could cum just from your nipples being stimulated. Maybe one day you’d test that theory.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head to the side, unable to argue with all of his pinching and prodding. His hand reached over to grasp your jaw, forcing you to look back at him.

“Stop being difficult or I won’t give you your present.”

Your teeth clicked with the force of your mouth snapping shut, making him snicker.

“Is that all it takes to get you to listen to me?”

“Yeah if that’s what’s always being offered. I can be good for that.”

“Hm. Greedy.”

“I’m allowed to be, it’s my birthday.”

His fingers smushed your cheeks together, but he made no move of keeping you waiting as his mouth continued it’s journey down your body, sucking on your skin and biting the softness of your tummy. Slowly he peeled down your sleep shorts, discarding them into the darkness. Immediately your knees knocked together but he pulled them apart to stare intensely at the large wet patch in your panties. This time you felt pride as you watched his mouth go slack, his eye flitting back up to meet yours, dark with desire. He hadn’t thought it would be this easy to get you worked up like this, you were normally so stubborn about everything . If only you knew what this was doing for his ego.

As he bent down to bite into the plushness of your thighs, you sat up to enjoy the visual of his face nuzzled between your legs. You’d never seen him look sexier than when he glanced back up at you, intense eye contact stealing your breath once more. He nudged his nose against the covered lips of your pussy and gave it a sniff, an unexpected moan rumbling in his throat.

“Fuck. Never imagined you’d smell this good.”

You were left speechless as he removed your panties, finally exposing you to the cool air. You gasped as his tongue poked out to taste the juices leaking between your lips, and your head fell back down as you whimpered. One of his hands kept your hips firmly in place while the other crawled up to resume dragging his fingers across your nipples.

His tongue curled along the seam of your entrance, serving him another moan of his name and a firm grip on his hair. Not being able to hold his composure, he dragged your body closer to drape your legs over his shoulders.

“You know, if you were thinking this was gonna be a one time thing, you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought.”

“Stop being mean,” you sighed, pulling his head closer to your untended wetness, “get on with my present now.”

His mouth kicked up into a smirk before he brought it back against you, tongue chasing the leaking juices before stuffing them back inside. Your nails clawed his scalp as he hummed against your clit, his tongue making practiced and precise traces along the bud. You were briefly brought back to a conversation you’d had with Robin where you wondered if the power that it took to fight with a sword in his mouth resulted in his tongue developing an unusual strength. As his tongue bullied it’s way inside and along your walls, you concluded that it had to be true, and you gave thanks to his three-sword style as if it had provided a favor specifically for you.

Zoro’s senses were saturated with the essence of you. Your plump thighs squeezed his head deliciously as he fucked you slowly with his mouth. Your hand gripping his hair made him growl, rubbing his face further between your legs, groaning at your continuous whines dancing in his ears. You were so wet, clenching around his tongue, he had to reach a hand into his boxers just to bring himself some relief. He was unbearably hard and the more your hips bucked in time with his movements, the more he had to squeeze himself at the base just to keep himself at bay. Thankfully, you seemed interested in watching him work, your half-lidded eyes and pouty, kiss-swollen lips being any indication. He liked performing for you, and silently praised your bold approval.

His hand still played with your nipples, and every swipe of the pad of his thumb had your hips jumping so fiercely, he knew he’d have to file that away for later. But now you were moving too much, and he had a job to finish. Taking both of your thighs still hanging over his shoulders in his hands, he folded your body in half so that all you could do was lie there and take everything he gave to you. His tongue, still darting in and out of you at a steady pace, began making languid swipes along your clit. Your panting became louder as he continued his teasing, sucking one of your lips into his mouth and releasing it with a pop.

“Zoro…Zoro…please don’t stop. Please.”

You were begging now, and that was good. He’d oblige you, of course. Wrapping his lips around your clit, he provided a combination of licks and suction, working in tandem as your whimpers climbed louder and more breathless until finally, everything crashed. You came into his mouth with a throaty wail, body convulsing in his hold. He continued to lap at your juices as you shuddered with aftershocks, steadily coming down with a weak whine. You eventually settled down with a sigh and he released your thighs, causing your lower half to flop back onto the mattress. You sat in silence still panting and spent, spread-eagle with him kneeling between your legs. You cracked your eyes open to look at him, shaking your head.

“You are an absolute demon.”

He grinned smugly in reply, fingers swiping along your lower lips.

“I didn’t hear any complaints.”

Zoro’s dick cried for attention, and he was normally too disciplined to be led by it. But as he pulled it free from his briefs and used your slick to lube himself up, he was thankful that tonight he was going to indulge. He stroked himself lazily, looking up when he heard your soft gasp.

“Fuck…me.”

You’d let the words slip before you could scoop them back into your mouth. The sight you were met with went absolutely mad, beyond your wildest imagination. Here was Zoro, big, wide, and powerful, looming over you with the muscles of his bicep flexing as he jerked himself to the sight of you. His face was still insufferably smug as he kept his pace.

“You good?”

“Hm.”

Your lack of reaction had him quirking his eyebrow, curious as to whether or not you had met your limit and were ready to conclude the evening.

“We can stop now if you want to-“

“I thought it was still my birthday?”

Both of Zoro’s eyebrows rose as your energy seemed to return and you watched him intently, hand still wrapped around himself. You sat up on your elbows and licked your lips before giving him those shiny, doe eyes.

“I want the rest of my present now,” you pouted.

It was Zoro’s turn to be speechless as you grabbed his waist and forced him to lie back down over you.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” you murmured, sliding his briefs down to give his ass a squeeze. The movement had him bucking forward, his hand finally ripped away from his dick to catch himself from dropping all of his weight onto you. You continued tugging his underwear down until he leaned on his side and slid them off, flinging them aside. His free hand grabbed your shirt still bunched above your chest, and roughly slipped it over your head, tossing it to join the rest of your clothes. He brought a hand to you hip and slid it down slowly to your thigh, hooking it once more around his waist as he settled back over you.

“Still got time to back out sweetheart.”

Your chest stuttered as you felt him poke at your entrance. You carded a hand back into his hair while the other touched his cheek, thumb tracing his lips. You were so caught in the moment, your feeble mind unable to focus on anything other than him. The feel of his strong body against yours, his veiny cock gliding smoothly between your pussy lips, his head turning slightly into your hand, giving it a whisper of a kiss. You were too far gone.

“Zoro…”

“Tell me what you need.”

You brought your mouth to his for a long, soft kiss before you looked back up at him. God, you were so pretty. Maybe he was kinder than he thought because in that moment he would’ve given you absolutely anything.

“I want you to give me everything,” you said, and he was convinced you’d read his mind.

He released a breath and guided himself into you, squeezing his eye shut as he felt the immediate squeeze. You were still so wet from his spit and your own arousal, but your walls were tight as he hadn’t used his fingers to stretch you. You didn’t seem to mind as you pulled him close, and he shallowly pumped himself in and out, going slightly deeper with every roll of his hips. You relaxed more against him and it became easier for him to slip inside; you opened up so nicely for him. Your hips rose to meet his careful thrusts, and before he knew it he was completely and snugly sheathed inside you.

He’d underestimated how warm and tight you’d be, even after your initial orgasm from earlier. He had to stop and catch his breath, panting in your ear as he willed his body to calm down. It wouldn’t due for him to cut this prematurely. You were looking to get thoroughly fucked and he was the only one who was going to give it to you how you wanted. After he was done with you you’d never be able to crawl into anyone else’s bed ever again. He was going to mold your pussy so only he could fit.

You hadn’t stopped moaning since his hips connected with yours, and you began clawing at his back, begging him to move. Your body was hot and wound tight as if you hadn’t just cum earlier. He finally lifted his head from the crook of your neck and slipped a hand beneath your body to press it up to his.

“You gonna be good for me?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, limbs turning to goo.

Giving you another quick kiss, he shoved inside you and lost any last dredges of sanity. You felt unbelievable, gripping his cock in a way that wouldn’t let go. His hand sandwiched beneath you grabbed your ass, giving him leverage to slam back into you. His breath came out in heavy pants as he built a bruising pace, grunting and groaning into your ear.

Your hand still pulled at his hair while the other held onto his bicep. The force of his thrusts made your whole body bounce up towards the headboard, and the rhythmic squeaks of the bed were embarrassingly loud. You hoped nobody had woken up in search of the room you both were defiling. Your pussy ached and fluttered against him as he fucked you, his stomach flexing with every grind of his hips. He was so brutal and so mean you were sure he was going to put a hole through the mattress. Suddenly he dropped your leg and pinned both of your wrists above your head.

“Wrap your legs around me sweetheart.”

God, what could you do besides follow that voice? So sinful that it gnawed at your spine. You wrapped both your legs around his waist, and his thrusts became more slow and rough.

“You gonna keep taking it?”

“Ye-ah.”

He pressed you further down into the mattress, your endless stream of moans becoming stilted from the force of his pounding.

“You gonna let me keep stretching this pussy out?”

“Please,” you pleaded, eyes watering as he plowed away at you.

You were so pliant for him, allowing him to use you as he pleased. He was going to batter your pussy red until it was swollen. Taking both of your wrists in one hand, he rested his other around your throat.

“Yeah?” He prompted, asking for permission.

“Fuck Zoro , please, ” you begged, all stubbornness and shame flying out the window. He was going to be insufferable when he was finished with you, your right mind was already dreading it.

“I knew you were a nasty girl,” he smirked, squeezing lightly at the sides of your throat. Despite his obvious strength, his discipline helped him hold back when he needed to. Obviously he’d never seriously hurt you.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” you whined as he continued to slam into you. His grip tightened as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours.

“Turn around and get on your knees for me.”

The growl in his voice made you wetter, and you squeezed tighter around him. He released your wrists and throat, sitting back up on his knees. His dick slipped out of you and slapped against his stomach, glistening with your slick. Getting a proper look at it, he was just as thick as you’d thought, with a nice curve that was sure to scramble your brains from the new position.

“You gonna keep drooling over it or are you gonna let me fuck you properly?”

“You are such a dreadful man, I didn’t drool!”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard,” he sighed with impatience, grabbing your arms and manhandling you onto your stomach. You whined and cursed into the pillow while grabbing another to stuff under your hips. Keeping your weight on your elbows, you pushed your hips back, making a nice pretty arch for him. His palm met your ass with a loud smack, and you felt his teeth take a bite at your cheek.

“You’re the one that’s nasty.”

He tapped his dick against your ass a few times, watching the strings of his precum and your juices coat your skin.

“Yeah.”

Without any warning he shoved himself back inside you, covering your back with his body and pressing his palm into your lower back to deepen your arch. You continued to wail into your pillow as you shoved your ass back against him. He nuzzled his head along your shoulder and neck, cooing condescendingly in your ear.

“Aw, I know. The big bad man keeps treating you mean.”

“So mean,” you hiccuped, dragging out the end of the word as he picked back up his brutal pace. The slapping of his skin against yours was abhorrent, and absolutely erotic. You felt your thighs jiggle as he slammed his hips, the curve of his dick dragged along your walls, carving a space for himself inside you. The head suddenly bumped against that soft, fleshy patch inside, and you keened. This was gonna be it for you.

“Zoro…I can’t. I can’t hold on for much longer.”

He took sympathy on you as he licked and sucked at the back of your neck, hands fisting the sheets as his body continued to climb with yours.

“It’s alright, you can let go. You’ve been so good for me. My good girl.”

His words had you squeezing him so tight he thought he would choke, a stream of moans and curses escaping your lips as the pressure built tighter and tighter. One of your hands came down to circle your clit, fingers slipping over the absolute mess covering your pussy. You gave a few more weak grinds against his hips before everything snapped and you caved, orgasm pulling at every last one of your nerve endings, down to your toes.

Your cries were in time with the pattering of his hips, and he sat back on his knees to watch the ripples of your ass as it connected with his pelvis. You were such a messy, crumpled heap against the pillow, and you’d never looked more beautiful. His body begged him to let go and release, and he was going to listen to it.

“Where do you want me to cum?” His voice was strained, panting and breathless as if he’d been in a harsh battle. God you were really wearing him out.

“Inside,” you said weakly, voice muffled by the pillow you’d stuffed your face into. He chuckled to himself. You were always so greedy.

“Maybe next time sweetheart,” he teased, still managing to be a shit while his threads unraveled.

With great difficulty he pulled himself from inside you, your walls still trying to drag him back inside with a weak grip. Taking his cock in one hand, he looked at your ass still raised in the air, and pumped furiously until his will broke and he spilled, long ropes of cum painting your ass and your back.

His body collapsed on top of yours, knocking the wind out of you. You allowed him a few seconds to catch his breath as he groaned into your skin before you whined at him to get off. With a tired sigh he rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. You followed his lead, wiping the sweat from your face.

“I can’t believe. You just fucked me like that.”

He gave a half chuckle and glanced over at you.

“Hey I was just giving you what you wanted.”

You bit your lip as you stared back at him.

“Yeah, you did.”

He went to grab the sheets that had been kicked aside, and pulled you against him for a spoon.

“Zoro,” you protested, attempting to free yourself from his grip, “I can’t stay here. I’m sweaty, I’m gross, I’m covered in cum. Someone will find us.”

“I’ll wake up before anyone gets back,” he mumbled, pulling you closer until your back was flush against him.

“But my clothes, I’ll never find them under that sea of junk.”

“Just wear mine.”

“But…”

“Just shut up and go to sleep.”

Any strength left in your limbs depleted as he kept a boa-tight hold around your middle. His soft breaths fluttered against your ear, and you knew he had already slipped into sleep.

Tired and weak, you snuggled back into the curve of his body, pulling the blankets up to your chin as you allowed your final moments of consciousness slip away.

You prayed that no one had turned up to the other side of that door.

[jadeshifting]

— INTRO 2 THE SLYTHERINS

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MATTHEO THOMAS MARVOLO RIDDLE . magic that incinerates its target. fireworks. messy hair. dice and card games. push-ups. charcoal drawings. stack of unreturned library books. steak so rare it’s bloody. insane right hook. late night swims. tall stacks of pancakes. sleeping facedown on homework parchments. perfectly split orange slices.

PANSY PANEGYRIA PARKINSON . freezing cold hands. hair clippings in the sink. espresso martinis. cartwheels. reading by the window while it storms. pears. scribbles of the moon phases. running cannonballs off the dock. sun-bleached bones. jeweled silver earrings. spinning and jumping rather than dancing. plant clippings tucked in pockets.

MILLICENT AUDREY BULSTRODE . pressed flowers in textbook pages. gentle hands. lemon loaf with poppy seeds. light pinky lip gloss. snails. doodling on notes in class. lacy bed canopy. emotional support water bottle. preserved butterfly wings. lotuses floating on the lake. jam-filled cookies. wearing wired earbuds. stockings constantly torn.

LORENZO MASSIMO BERKSHIRE . best tree climber. polished loafers. insanely loud laughing. massive record collection. slow mornings in the greenhouse. poetry books. board games. high fiving everyone. clinking potion bottles. marshmallows. loud snoring. cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven. making paper airplanes. half-melted cookie dough ice cream.

BLAISE ORION ZABINI . a hankerchief for other people to use. caramel coffee. murder mystery books. comforting hugs. freshly pressed shirts. bumblebees. unconditionally punctual. long games of chess. pumpkin pasties. sheet music. seems to know something others don’t. impeccable manners. fresh, clean cologne. unfurling the newspaper every morning.

ASTORIA ACANTHYLLIS GREENGRASS . notes in French. seashell collection. the perfect nude lipstick. effortless elegance. going for therapeutic swims. bird baths. silent if she doesn’t have anything to say. yellow roses. mother-of-pearl. sipping matcha. wandering by the lake like a ghost. perfect posture. blackberry jam on croissants. silk pillowcases.

THEODORE TIBERIUS DONATO NOTT . coffee that’s way too strong. the worst chainsmoker. napping everywhere. silver flask. dark chocolate. bowls of blueberries. throwing huge logs in the fire. insane plays during quidditch games. refusing to put shoes on. tall glasses of butterbeer. tattered book spines. wrinkled sweaters. flittering sparrow wings. chocolate muffins.

DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY . silver rings and bracelets. pine candles. forehead creases. deft piano playing hands. perfectly slanted handwriting. the overpowering smell of wand polish. crunchy apples. terribly boring magical theory books. crisply tied parcels. freshly brewed peppermint tea. searching for constellations. crystal decanters of water. tucked bedsheet corners.

DAPHNE CLEOMEDE GREENGRASS . the most poisonous judgemental glare. shiny gold jewelry. too many throw pillows. olive juice. 20-step hair routine. sparkling champagne. cheesecake. unbelievably long bubble baths. crème filled doughnuts for breakfast. jewelry box with a lock and key. powdered sugar. loose silk tops. gold-dusted nails.

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[melodramaticwolf-art]

Cozy! They deserve to be cozy and love each other without an awful traumatizing event in the way! (DO NOT TAG AS SHIP.)

Posted to my DA: https://www.deviantart.com/melodramaticwolf/art/1108711056 Drawing notes + closeups under the cut:

The pillowcases are part of a bed sheet set! I figured it would be fun to give them ocean related bed sheets and pillowcases. So the main pillows have seagulls, and the accent pillows have little waves.

Ford is paler and has darker eyebags because in my head, the little story I thought up was that he's recovering from an illness. Nothing paranormal (this time,) just a bad flu he thankfully had Stan to help him get through.

Stan has eyebags from having to consistently keep an eye on his brother, keeping him hydrated and taking care of him. Plus his own worry at seein Ford so exhausted and in pain.

Both are sporting some massive bedhead from lounging around all day. Ford for obvious reasons. Stan never strays far from his side, content to spend his day lying next to his brother, just in case he needs anything.

The pajamas! These were something I immediately had in mind when constructing the idea. I love the idea of the bros sharing clothes, whether it be a comfort item, or because one just doesn't have a clean shirt lying around. In this scenario, Stan just throws on whatever clean clothes he's able to find, since Ford is sweating through his own pretty quickly. This is how they end up sharing a set, with Stan wearing the top, and Ford ending up with the bottoms.

The top of course, has the constellation Gemini. The constellation of twins. Because I saw the opportunity to give them a cute themed set and WENT with it. Mabel sent them maybe! Who knows!

The two crowd together on the bottom bunk, it being easier on Ford when he needs to get up, and easier on Stan to help him in and out of the bottom bunk as opposed to the top. (Stan also wants to stay nearby, in case Ford has any fever dreams that careen into nightmares. Can ya blame him? He has the chance to take care of his brother, he's gonna take it by golly.)

(He wants to make up for all the times he wasn't there to help Ford, whether it be from an injury, illness, or otherwise. Now that he has the chance to, he's going to.) And of course, since its me, I gotta give them platonic affection. These two deserve it.

[hopefulromances]

Could you write a Roy or Jamie fic with a female character who is anxious and maybe doesn’t feel confident or good enough for them? Thank you 🥰

This one has sat in my inbox for like 8 weeks? Just cause i am an anxious non-confident person and wrote and rewrote this one like 10 times i think. I've been going through a pretty deep depression and have no self esteem and rlly wanted to do this one justice. So i hope you enjoy!

There was a soft rumbling of thunder outside. Jamie rushed in the front door, shaking his hair back and forth to get the wet rain off of it. It was the off-season, which meant no day training, but Roy still came by at 4am and again at 5pm for a run and workout. They'd cut their training short today because of the rain. It was one day off, Roy figured they could both use the break.

Jamie slipped off his shoes and padded back upstairs, excited to slip back into the warm bed with you. When he opened the door, his heart melted at the sight. There you were, curled up in bed with his pillow cuddled tightly to your chest. Your nose was shoved right into the pillowcase, getting as much of Jamie's scent as possible.

He smiled, softly, tiptoeing over to the side of the bed,and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He wanted to get in right now, but you would kill him if he got in with his rain wet clothes on.

He rushed through a quick shower before throwing his boxers on. You were still fast asleep, holding on tightly to his pillow. It was so sweet he could die. Instead, he carefully untangled your limbs from the pillow and let you rest your head on his chest instead. Your body immediately recognized his warmth and wrapped themselves around him tightly.

"Jamie? You're home?" You're sleep heavy voice spoke up.

"Hi, love," Jamie cooed, pushing your hair off your face. "Grandad couldn't handle the rain."

"Was afraid you were gone forever," you murmured, not quite awake.

Jamie frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Always afraid you won't come back," you answered, before falling right back into your deep sleep.

While you snuggled into closer to him, Jamie felt himself struck by what you said. Did you really mean that? You weren't sure if he'd come back? He held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

He did fall asleep eventually, after holding on to you for as long as he could before drifting off. What woke him was your lips on his face, kissing his jaw then his cheek, getting him awake enough to meet you as you reached his lips.

"Morning, Jay," you greeted, smiling as he opened his eyes.

"Morning, Beautiful," he grumbled, pulling you back down to his lips. It wasn't often that you could wake up together. These sacred moments in the morning waking up to a lazy kiss, they were cherished by Jamie. When you pulled back he kept his hand on your cheek, skimming his fingers over your cheek.

"Why are you afraid I won't come back?"

He didn't want to ruin the moment. But looking at you in this moment, he couldn't imagine ever wanting to leave you. He didn't want you to live in fear of him living.

"What?" you pulled away from him.

"When I came back this morning," he explained, sitting up in the bed. "You said you were afraid I wouldn't come back. "

He watched your face as your processed what he said. "I was... I was probably dreaming I have no idea what you're talking about."

You sat up as well, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Jamie followed, sitting behind you. He brought his hands to your shoulders, digging his thumbs into your back.

"But it's true, isn't it?" he asked, softly, kissing your neck where it met your shoulder.

"Jamie..."

"Please, talk to me," he insisted, pulling you so you were facing him on the bed.

You wouldn't meet his eyes. You stared straight down at the bed sheets, tugging at a loose string. He pushed your chin up to meet his eyes. He saw the sparkle of unshed tears and it broke his heart.

"You could just- fuck- you could do so much better than me." You voice broke as you spoke. "And I know that you've dated models and athletes and, jesus, I'm fucking... I'm nothing."

"(Y/N), what are you-"

"I'm not skinny and fit, I sit in here all day waiting for motivation to do something worthwhile. And you're out there, being fantastic, and amazing, and everytime you leave I'm just waiting for you to realize that. Or meet someone else who's better and just... never come back."

Jamie genuinely felt speechless. He couldn't remember the last time he'd even looked at anyone else the way he looked at you. How could you... how did you not see.

"You think I'm going to leave you?" He really just needed to confirm.

"Jamie, don't make fun of me."

"No, no, no, I'm not, I'm just," he let out a laugh. "I just need to make sure I know what you're saying." You shrugged, wiping at your nose. "Oh, babe, c'mere."

He pulled you into his chest. You clung onto him, letting his arms pull you into his lap. He was so strong and solid. You rested your head on his chest as he pulled your legs across his thighs.

"I'm not leaving you, ever," Jamie whispered, resting his temple on your head. "I can't leave you." You closed your eyes, kissing his chest. "I love you so much. You're all I want. All I need. And if I need to say that to you everyday to remind you I will."

You held him tightered, your arms tight around his waist as he collected you and laid back against the leopard print headrest.

"Please believe me," he said so quietly. Like he was begging, pleading with you to feel the depth of his love for you. "Please."

You nodded minutely. And maybe you were just pleasing him. But from that moment on he'd make it his goal to make sure you knew just how much he loved you. Make sure that when he left, he'd always find his way back home.

[a-leg-without-fear]

Hello hello, just found your blog and I’m loving it. Can I get a medium mocha with our dear sweet angel Matthew Murdock?

Thank you for the follow, and of course you can!! One medium mocha, coming right up!! :)

You and Matt stood on opposite sides of your shared bed. The grey, silk sheets were currently covered in the laundry the two of you were folding. Light banter passed between you every now and then. The occasional joke about your socks, the returned jab about Matt not even being able to see color, the play-bickering that would follow.

Your attention would often stray from the wrinkled laundry in your hands to Matt standing in front of you. Soft t-shirt draped over his broad shoulders, black sweatpants hanging on his sharp hips, dark hair mussed from you running your fingers through it earlier. He was the spitting image of Husband Material.

"You're staring again," he mused, folding a pair of your jeans and placing them on their pile. A cocky grin was spread across his full lips.

"So what if I am?" you replied while tucking a hanger into one of Matt's dress shirts. Your wandering gaze met his empty stare, his dark eyes directed somewhere near your chin. You stuck your tongue out at him, then said, "You shouldn't even be able to tell. You're blind."

"Ouch. Low blow, Mrs.Murdock," he said, hands cradling his supposed broken heart against his chest. You scoffed and chucked a pair of socks at him. He snapped a hand out and caught the projectile easily.

A mischievous thought passed your mind. Before Matt could question your suddenly suspicious silence, a cluster of sock pairs were hurled in his direction from your side of the bed. Soaring through the lamplit bedroom and rearing up over Matt like a cluster of missiles.

Knowing a losing battle when he (usually) senses one, Matt dodged out of the way as the socks pelted the hardwood floor.

Silence. Tense, charged, playful grins growing on both your faces.

You took the lead as you ducked behind the bed and grabbed fistfuls of laundry. Whether they be underwear, shirts, socks, or pillowcases, all were formed into cloth balls and lobbed over the bed at your husband. And he returned his fair share of projectiles, matched socks and balled t-shirts plopping to the ground around you.

"Vive la France!" you shouted over the top of the bed.

Matt paused mid throw, curled sweatpants clutched in his fist. He looked incredulously at you.

"Seriously? Les Mis?" he asked.

His question was answered by a balled sweatshirt smacking him square in the face.

The two of you squinted your eyes at each other.

This meant war.

[olive-fics]

Gf Abby Anderson *Sick* headcannons

I'm sick and love Abby,so does my friend 100%🙄

-I need Abby to care for me istg everything would be solved ughhh.

Small TW: Mentions of like being sick ofc, vomit (there's a warning at that part) and that's kinda it. these are all SFW and just sweet sappy shit.

(I can't spell for shit so if there's typos lmk lol)

Made for the girls, be gone men. (please)

-Caregiver Abby Would come over with take out food you liked as a surprise to help you feel better, Abby would even stop at a local coffee shop for a hot tea to cure your sore throat. (Oh and if she saw a trinket on the sidewalk when walking to your house? It's now yours.)

-She wouldn't care about getting herself sick, she just wanted you to be happy even when you were suffering. You'd sit in bed and rant about how your illness feels like some 19th century torture method. Abby would pamper and care for you no matter what it was. Abby would hold you and cuddle you until you relax and you aren’t as tense from coughing or just sobbing because you're miserable.

-Caregiver Abby Gives you little kisses on the forehead or the top of your head to comfort you when watching your favorite movie or show.

-Abby Would seat you on her lap as she would brush your hair for you. She would play with your hair by either braiding it like hers or just getting it out of your face so your sweaty baby hairs didn't bother you too much more than they already do.

(mentions of Vomit) -Caregiver Abby Holds your hair as you throw up or lean over a bucket. She would rub your back in circular motions or pat your back gently. Abby whispers reassuring/encouraging words into your ears as she wipes your face with a tissue/towel to help you calm your tense muscles. “Atta girl..” “There’s my strong girl.” “I’m right here.. Don’t worry.”

-Caregiver Abby Would start a hot/warm bath for you and help you wash your body off. She would use her own pine soap that she left at your house for whenever she came over because the truth was, she loved it when you smelled like her. It didn’t matter how, it could’ve been through hoodies Abby let you borrow, or using Abby’s soap or cologne, she loved it.

-Caregiver Abby! Would wrap you in one of those big bathrobes with the tacky designs on them like cats and hearts. Abby would also give you her hoodies and boxers as pajamas so you felt even closer to her when se wasn't around.

-Before bed Abby would clean the snotty tissues, change the sheets and pillowcases for you so you can both cuddle up in a fresh bed.

- Abby 'secretly' enjoyed caring for you like this but... Caregiver Abby needs to be next to you as much as possible. Abby would cuddle next to you holding you, either it was you on her chest or in her arms, it didn’t matter. Abby just wanted you to sleep just fine and refreshed. Sometimes at night Abby will hum soft tunes to you or rub your back and scalp softly.

"Sweet dreams.<3"

note: Ok I'm currently coughing like a dying old person so I need to wrap this up. Reblogs are appreciated ! <3 Feel better soon ^_^

[keyh0use]

hc that Barry runs hot and needs to sleep with the windows open + fan on no matter the season, but then there's Rafe, who has to be whole-bodied pressed up against him at all times, effectively making his efforts to stay cool fruitless. (but he won't ever make the mistake of asking for a little space because Rafe's dramatic ass rolled right out of bed and left the room last time, refusing to return to bed. So Barry has learned to just deal with the mild discomfort.) Then one night it's unbearably warm—sweltering, even. There's sweat pouring down Barry's temples, dampening the pillowcase beneath him and he has no choice but to reach down, paw at Rafe's muscular thigh, trying to push the limb off him as gently as he can. But to his astonishment, Rafe turns over without waking! Barry takes the opportunity to scoot over on the bed, throwing the thin top sheet off in relief as the fan blows cold air over his tacky skin.

Barry closes his eyes at 1:15 AM as his hair dries. He opens them again at 1:35, overheated body now pleasantly cooled down. Beside him, Rafe sleeps peacefully and unaware, still facing the opposite direction. Barry should feel elated he gets to lay near his boy while not being tangled up his long, gangly arms and legs, free to sleep uncovered. It's just after 2, he watches grey clouds float across the moonlit sky. He rolls left, then right. Flips his pillow to the chilled side and turns onto his stomach, before settling back in his previous position. ABCs backwards, counting sheep, imagining where he and Rafe will be in ten years...none of it works. It's 2:55, now. When Barry snuggles up against Rafe's back, the kook is like a fucking furnace, burning up against his broad chest. But it doesn't matter anymore, not when he closes his eyes and they stay closed until morning.

[ladysif8]

Bucky Barnes/Curvy Original Female Character

Summary:

Feeling a little neglected by her boyfriend Bucky, who seemed intent on spending his entire week-long vacation glued to the couch with his friends, Aria decided to take matters into her own hands. She knew she had to find a way to distract him and grab his attention away from the game.

Whether it was by wearing his favorite lingerie, cooking his favorite meal, or surprising him with a playful gesture, Aria was determined to remind Bucky that there was more to life than just video games. She longed for his attention and affection, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

Word Count: 3,702

WARNINGS: explicit language, blow jobs.

Author Notes: I was scrolling through TikTok when I should have been sleeping, as one naturally does. When I came across this video, let me tell you, the inspiration hit so hard, lol

I would recommend reading the first two one-shots that go with this one before you read, but it can be read stand-alone.

Sweet Heat

A Slow Burn

"No! Fuck!"

Aria jolted awake, disentangling herself from the sheets and narrowly avoiding launching Doom Kitty off the bed in the process.

The black cat, now visibly disgruntled, side-eyed Aria as she jumped onto the armchair in the corner of the room, curling up on Bucky's hoodie.

"Damn it!" Bucky's frustrated exclamation echoed from the living room below. "Oh no, I think I might have woken Ari up."

Aria grumbled to herself, "No kidding," as she collapsed back onto the mattress, rubbing her hands over her face. Glancing at the alarm clock, the red numbers blinked 8:30 a.m. She sighed, tossing the covers aside and getting out of bed.

Stretching her limbs, Aria began to make the bed with practiced ease, fluffing the pillows adorned with dark purple pillowcases. She smoothed out the black bamboo sheets, a luxury she had treated herself to and cherished. After tucking in the sheet and shaking out the duvet, she fluffed each throw pillow before padding to the ensuite bathroom.

Aria turned on the shower, relishing the steam that quickly filled the bathroom. She peeled off her boyfriend's shirt, longing for his presence beside her this morning. It wasn't often that Bucky had time off like this, apart from the four weeks he had for his recovery, which they spent cuddling on the couch and indulging in slow make-out sessions.

With a reflective thought of Bucky, Aria let the warm water cascade over her body, washing away the remnants of sleep. She reached for her favorite shampoo, the scent of lavender soothing her senses as she worked it into her dark brown and purple hair.

Despite missing Bucky's company, Aria found solace in the tranquility of the shower. With practiced movements, she lathered up her tattooed skin with fragrant soap, savoring the peaceful moment. As the water rinsed away the suds, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the serenity of the morning.

After her shower, Aria stepped out and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, patting her skin dry gently. She then reached for her favorite lotion, smoothing it over her body with care, relishing the sensation as she pampered her skin.

As she looked at her voluptuous figure in the mirror, Aria couldn't help but admire herself for a moment. However, her thoughts soon drifted to Bucky downstairs, engrossed in his game. She wiggled her nose at the sound, feeling a pang of longing for his attention. It seemed like he had been spending more time gaming lately, leaving her feeling a bit neglected.

Brushing her hair, she listened to the faint sounds of Bucky's game drifting up from downstairs. Determined to draw his attention away from the screen, Aria padded naked into the bedroom. She selected a lacy black pair of panties and a matching black crop top, hoping to catch Bucky's eye and entice him away from his gaming session.

She selected a lacy black pair of panties and a matching black crop top, hoping to catch Bucky's eye and entice him away from his gaming session.

Bucky lounged on the couch, his feet kicked up as he wore his headset, fully immersed in the virtual world of the game.

"Watch out for that sniper on the left!" he shouted into the mic, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Yeah, I see him," Steve responded, his voice crackling through the headset. "Cover me while I flank."

"Got your back, Cap," Sam chimed in, his voice steady and determined.

Clint added with a chuckle, "Just make sure you don't end up like last time, Steve. Remember what happened in Sector 7?"

Bucky joined in the laughter, his voice warm and playful. "Yeah, we don't need a repeat of that disaster. Let's stick to the plan, guys."

Together, they coordinated their movements, strategizing and battling through the virtual challenges with skill and teamwork. The intensity of the game consumed them, each moment filled with adrenaline and excitement.

Bucky was on day three of his week-long vacation, and he was loving it. Sure, he absolutely loved being a firefighter, but the hours were long, and he missed being at home with his wonderful girlfriend. He couldn't wait for a week of home-cooked meals, late-night snuggles, morning sex, and steamy showers with Aria.

Who had ordered the newest Assassin's Creed game for Bucky, and it had taken years for it to come in the mail. Alright, maybe he was being dramatic, but four days had felt like forever, alright. When he had the time, he hardly played online with Steve, Sam, and Clint.

So he had woken up extra early to get his morning run in, then sat down in front of the TV with a cup of coffee and a box of cherry pop tarts. They had been at this campaign for about an hour when Aria woke up; she kissed his cheek, murmuring good morning on her way to the kitchen.

As Bucky remained engrossed in the game, a delightful aroma of sizzling bacon began to waft from the kitchen, teasing his senses and drawing his attention away from the screen.

"Man, you guys should smell this right now," Bucky exclaimed, his thumbs moving rapidly over his controller.

He paused for a moment, inhaling the mouth-watering scent.

"Aria making breakfast?" Clint asked with a chuckle.

Steve groaned, "I am so jealous."

"As you should be, smells like bacon," Bucky added.

It was Sam's turn to groan now, "Do you guys remember that one morning she brought the station breakfast?" he asked.

"Oh, how could I forget that candied bacon was the absolute best!" Clint replied, his voice filled with nostalgia.

A short while later, Aria padded into the living room, carrying a tray with a mouthwatering bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on homemade bread, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee. The sight and smell of the delicious breakfast instantly captured Bucky's attention, causing him to remove his headset and flash Aria a grateful smile.

"Wow, that looks amazing," he exclaimed, his stomach rumbling in anticipation as he eagerly reached for the sandwich. "Thanks, baby."

Aria returned his smile, pleased to see him enjoying the meal she had prepared. "You're welcome, babe. I thought you could use something other than pop tarts," she said playfully, setting the tray down on the coffee table before joining him on the couch.

"You're the best," Bucky said, taking a bite from his sandwich as he slid his headset back on.

Aria pursed her lips, watching her boyfriend return back to his video game. With a sigh, she hauled herself off the couch and went back to the kitchen.

Once she'd finished cleaning up after breakfast and reorganizing the refrigerator, courtesy of TikTok inspiration, Aria made her way to the living room and began picking up around where Bucky was still seated. Dressed only in her lacy panties and crop top, she moved about the room, tidying up.

As she bent over to grab a stray game controller, she couldn't help but notice that Bucky barely seemed to register her presence, lost in the world of his game. Despite the fact that she was wearing his favorite pair of lacy panties that barely covered her butt, Bucky remained focused on the game, oblivious to her efforts to catch his attention.

Aria couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Damn it, all she wanted was a little attention from her boyfriend. She straightened up, letting out a sigh as she continued her cleaning, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would notice her soon.

Bucky was so deeply engrossed in his game that he didn't even register Aria's presence as she moved about the room, tidying up. His attention was entirely consumed by the virtual world on the screen in front of him, his fingers moving deftly over the controller as he navigated through the game's challenges.

Despite the sound of her movements and the occasional glimpse of her in his peripheral vision, Bucky's focus remained steadfastly fixed on the game. He was completely unaware of Aria's efforts to clean up around him, lost in the intensity of the virtual battle unfolding before him.

Minutes turned into hours as Bucky continued to play, his concentration unbroken by the activity happening around him. It wasn't until Aria finally spoke up, breaking through his gaming trance, that he realized she had been cleaning the room all along.

It wasn't until Aria finally spoke up, breaking through his gaming trance, that he realized she had been cleaning the room all along

As Aria watched Bucky remain utterly absorbed in his game, an idea began to form in her mind. She walked over to where he was seated on the couch and, with deliberate movements, slid down to her knees between his spread legs. Bucky barely registered her presence, assuming she was reaching for something hidden beneath the couch.

But then, to his surprise, Aria reached up and pulled her dark brown and purple hair up into a messy bun, exposing the nape of her neck and the delicate curve of her jawline. Bucky's fingers faltered on the controller as he stuttered slightly, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected shift in her actions.

"Bucky! Cover man! Cover!" Clint's urgent shout snapped Bucky back to the game, realizing he had left his friends hanging.

"Uh, y-yeah," Bucky stuttered, his voice cracking slightly over the headset, "Sorry."

As Bucky refocused on the game, Aria's heart raced with anticipation. She glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, knowing she had his attention now.

But before she could make another move, Bucky felt Aria's hands slowly creeping up his legs again. This time, he couldn't help but let out a laugh, swatting her hands away gently.

"Baby, stop it," Bucky murmured into the headset, trying to hide his amusement. "I'm trying to play a game."

Steve's voice came through the headset, concern evident. "What's going on, Buck? You sound distracted."

"Get your head in the game, Barnes," Sam chimed in.

Bucky tried to brush off the distraction with a casual excuse. "Uh, nothing, just Doom messing with my laces," he replied, hoping his friends would buy his explanation.

"That cat's a menace," Clint chuckled.

Bucky laughed softly as he looked down at his mischievous girlfriend. "Yeah, she is," he mumbled.

Aria raised a mischievous brow at him, her playful smirk growing as she leaned in closer. With a daring glint in her eyes, she ran her hands further up his thighs, her fingers sliding beneath the material of his shorts. Bucky's breath caught in his throat as he felt her touch, a rush of desire coursing through him. He glanced nervously at the screen, hoping his friends wouldn't notice his breathing. Still unable to resist the tantalizing sensation of Aria's touch, his cock started to stiffen within the confines of his boxer briefs.

"Jesus," Bucky cursed breathy; his brows furrowed as he desperately tried to concentrate.

Sam chuckled, "You okay, Buck?" he asked.

"Yeah...yeah," he cleared his throat, eyes fluttering as Aria moved her hand firmly over his semi-chubbed dick.

Having had enough, Aria gripped Bucky's shorts and underwear. She tugged on them, jerking his hips, freeing his now very interested cock. Aria took only a few seconds to appreciate her boyfriend's thickening length and slight curb toward his abdomen.

"What the—" Bucky started, but then abruptly stopped, sucking in a sharp breath as Aria's mouth engulfed his cock. "Oh...oh fuck," he breathed roughly.

Bucky's erection filled so fast he nearly went light-headed; his breath became ragged as Aria swallowed around him. Pulling off his swollen cock with a lewd pop, she over the slit as she looked up at him through her lashes.

Clint groaned, and the sound of his controller hitting the floor, "The fuck Bucky?"

"Where the hell are, Buck?" Steve asked.

Aria lazily pumped his cock as she sucked on the flushed head; slowly, she swallowed down his shaft inch by inch until her nose was buried against the trimmed hairs of his groin.

Bucky started panting, his eyes fluttering as she played with his throbbing balls while her throat massaged his cock.

"Oh yeah," he rasped, head falling back against the couch.

Aria's hand continued to stroke his balls, her mouth swallowing him deeper and deeper as she moaned around him. If there was one thing Aria loved the most to do to her boyfriend, it was sucking his dick; she could feel lace panties starting to stick to her.

Bucky moaned softly, becoming lost in the sensation of his girlfriend's warm, wet mouth around his straining cock. He gripped the controller tightly, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he tried to hold on to some semblance of control.

"Oh fuck, baby..." Bucky gasped, his voice strained.

She pulled off him with a wet pop, her lips glistening with his pre-cum.

Sam choked out, "You've lost your mind, Buck. What the hell is going on?"

Bucky's voice was strained as he spoke into the headset, "Just... just playing, man."

"You better be playing this game. Cause if you're doing anything else, we're going to have to have words," Clint warned.

Aria nuzzled Bucky's inner thigh before lightly biting down, sending his hips bucking off the couch. He winced at the sharp edge of her teeth, the sensation definitely not from a game controller.

Bucky's friends over the headset had no idea that his heart was racing for a completely different reason. They didn't know that Aria had just taken his breath away with that sinful mouth of hers.

As Aria continued to tease him, her eyes locked onto his, Bucky felt a newfound appreciation for her. He knew that she had been waiting for his attention, and now she had it, with a vengeance.

Aria continued to work her magic on him, her mouth sliding up and down his erect cock with ease. Bucky moaned quietly, the sensation of her warm mouth and skilled tongue feeling like an electric current coursing through his body.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the unfolding scene in Bucky's living room, Steve, Sam, and Clint continued their conversation and banter, completely engrossed in the game and their camaraderie. They joked and strategized, sharing stories and laughter as they navigated through the virtual challenges together.

With no inkling of the distraction that Aria was causing Bucky, they remained focused on the game, their voices filling the headset with lively chatter.

His body was now fully at Aria's mercy, his cock thick and hard in her mouth. He could feel the pulse of his own arousal throbbing against the roof of her mouth, a primal signal of his desire to release.

Bucky started losing himself in the pleasure of the moment, forgetting about the game and his friends in the process. He knew that if he didn't regain control soon, he would cum hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer.

Aria was still expertly sucking him off, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, making him groan in pleasure. Suddenly, he felt her hand wrap around the base of his shaft, slowly squeezing as she continued to milk him.

Bucky's breath hitched in his throat as he leaned back against the couch; he could feel his orgasm building, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every stroke of Aria's mouth.

"Oh God, baby..." he moaned, his voice shaky and pleading.

With a final deep throat, Aria pulled back, her lips glistening with his precum. Bucky's cock throbbed in anticipation as he watched her slowly lick and swallow the last drops of precum from her lips.

"You're so close, baby," Aria whispered, her eyes never leaving his.

Bucky nodded, his breathing ragged and erratic. He couldn't take much more of this exquisite torture. He needed release, and he needed it soon.

Aria smirked, sensing his desperation. She knew exactly what to do to push him over the edge. With a soft smile, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, slowly working her way down his shaft.

Bucky's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Aria's warm, wet mouth enveloped him once again. He could feel her throat muscles rhythmically pulsing around his cock, milking him with expert precision.

"Fuck, Aria..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hips bucked slightly, trying to thrust deeper into her mouth.

"That's it, baby..." Aria cooed, her voice low and sultry. "Let it go. Give it to me."

Bucky's body trembled as he felt the orgasm building inside him, the tension mounting with each passing second. He tried to hold back, but Aria's expert mouth was too much.

"I'm close..." he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Aria slowly increased her speed, her mouth moving up and down his dick in a steady rhythm. Bucky's breathing became shallower, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He knew that if he didn't do something soon, he would lose control completely.

"Bucky, are you still there?" Sam's voice suddenly cut through the silence.

Bucky's eyes flicked up to meet Aria's, who was still sucking him off with an intensity that left him breathless. He tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Yeah, just... just going through something," he managed to rasp out, his voice strained.

"Weird place to go through it, man," Clint grumbled, "but whatever, just don't die on us in the game, alright?"

Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's concern, even as Aria sucked him deeper, her throat muscles massaging his sensitive cock.

"Got it, guys," he replied, his voice still strained. "I'll be back in a minute."

"Take your time, Buck," Steve said, sounding understanding.

Bucky glanced back at Aria, who was still sucking him off with a fierce intensity. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to regain some control over his body. He looked down at Aria, her eyes locked onto his, and knew that he couldn't disappoint her.

"Don't stop," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Aria's eyes widened with excitement as she continued to suck him off, her pace increasing. Bucky's hips bucked wildly, his balls tightening as he felt the orgasm building.

"The fuck has gotten into you," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Aria's eyes never left him; she slowly increased her speed, her mouth moving up and down his dick in a steady rhythm. Bucky's breathing became shallower, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He tried to hold back, but Aria's expert mouth was too much.

"I'm close..." he warned, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Aria sensed his urgency and increased her sucking, her lips gliding up and down his throbbing dick. Her beautiful dark hair started falling out of the bun as she bobbed her head faster, her eyes never leaving his. Bucky's breath hitched, his body tense and ready to explode.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum..." he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Aria didn't slow down, her mouth continuing to move up and down his shaft, her throat muscles massaging him aggressively. Bucky's hips bucked wildly, his balls tightening as he felt the orgasm building.

"Oh fuck, Aria..." he moaned, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum."

Aria smiled around his cock, knowing that this was the moment they had both been waiting for. She increased her pace, her mouth moving faster and faster along his cock. Bucky's body trembled uncontrollably, the pleasure overwhelming him as he felt the orgasm building to its peak.

Aria slowed her pace for just a moment; her eyes locked onto him, a devilish grin spreading across her face. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she loved it.

Aria felt his cock stiffen even more, the pulsing signals of his impending orgasm clear to her. She knew she had to do everything in her power to make this moment last as long as possible, to savor every drop of his cum.

Gagging herself on his cock, her pulled-back panting, lips dark and swollen slick with spit and pre cum. She lazily pumped him as she slowly licked her lips, not breaking eye contact as she slid her other hand down her body.

"Fuck, Aria..." he groaned, his voice hoarse and strained. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

In her hand, Bucky's cock twitched violently.

Aria smirked, knowing that her plan had worked. With a soft smile and a sigh of satisfaction, she leaned forward and took him back into her mouth, slowly working her way down his shaft once more.

Bucky's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Aria's warm, wet mouth enveloped him again. He could feel her throat muscles rhythmically pulsing around his cock, milking him with expert precision.

"Fuck, baby..." he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. His hips bucked slightly, trying to thrust deeper into her mouth."Jesus fuck, baby, here it comes..." he groaned, his voice strained.

Bucky's balls tensed up; his breath hitched with a gut-punching groan as his cock started to pulse in her mouth, shooting thick ropes of milky white bittersweet cum down her throat.

Aria hummed at the taste as her throat worked around him, milking his cock. She worked him through his orgasm, taking care to lick his sensitive, spent cock head clean. Aria gently tucked him back in his shorts; with an innocent expression, she looked up at him, blinking as she took her middle finger and wiped around her lips.

Sucking off the last few drops of cum, a knowing smirk played on her lips. With a casual air, she got up from her kneeling position, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just occurred, and made her way toward the kitchen.

"Hey, Buck," she called over her shoulder, her voice light and nonchalant, "I'm gonna get started on lunch. Anything special you're in the mood for?"

Bucky's head was still spinning, chest heaving from the unexpected mind-blowing blow job, his heart racing and his thoughts scattered. He blinked, trying to regain his composure as he watched Aria disappear into the kitchen. The playful smirk on her lips lingered in his mind, leaving him both bewildered and intrigued by the sudden turn of events. That was when he finally registered that she was barely wearing anything, prancing around the house in a lace thong and a crop top.

"What the fuck," he breathed, his voice barely audible as he tried to process the whirlwind of sensations and emotions coursing through him.

Ladies and gentleman!

I give you the TikTok that inspired this little one-shot!

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Excitable Boy

Prompt Day 19: Enemies to Lovers | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: 18+ Only, Horror Genre, Violence, Murder, Assault (not Steddie), Mental Disorders, Biting, Choking | Tags: Murder Boyfriends, Dark AU, Outdated Terms, Rough Sex, Unsafe Sex, Dub-Con (Consensual, But Not Negotiated), Steve POV, Obviously Out of Character, Unhealthy...Everything, Happy Ending? (I mean, they're both happy. The world at large? Maybe not.)

This is dark. Dead dove, do not eat. Meaning, it's exactly what's written in the tags. What if Steve had an antisocial personality disorder, and the only thing his parents did was throw money at it to clean up his messes? Maybe this.

Listen to the song Excitable Boy by Warren Zevon if you're unfamiliar. Don’t let the jaunty tune fool you, but you'll get an idea of what this is. It was in inspiration for this ficlet:

Don't like the idea of that? Definitely don't read this. Thanks!

Steve can get away with anything. He knows it. They know it. 

Excitable boy, they all said.

He sits alone in his car, watching, waiting. A shadow, a ghost drifting in and out. Flickering in the dark. He strikes his lighter. Once, twice, watching the flame burn and extinguish itself. Over and over again. He sees everything in the dark. He's good at it now. He's graduated to this, escalated.

From biting to fire to small animals. Now, ready for more. 

He's ready. 

She runs from him, and he catches up and wraps his hands around her throat. He squeezes and squeezes and squeezes. She struggles. Clawing at his arms, trying to make him let go. He won't. He won't. 

Eventually, she goes slack. 

And then he lets go. She drops like a stone at his feet. 

But later, she stirs. He didn't squeeze long enough. 

He'll do better next time. 

He runs. 

He lures another girl away from a college party. It's easy. Girls will follow him anywhere. He knows what to do, what to say. His well-practiced Harrington Charm.

She's willing to go with him. Willing to get undressed in the backseat of his car. They always are. But he doesn't want willing, so he wraps his hands around her neck. She's confused, thinks he's playing.

He's not. 

He doesn't know how. 

When he takes her home, he dumps her body on the porch.

 

It doesn't take long to come for him, he didn't hide what he'd done, and they find him unfit to stand trial. Shipping him off to a home for the mentally disturbed.

They hand him a stack of bedding. Scratchy wool blanket, one top sheet, no pillowcase. It's fine. He doesn't care. It doesn't matter. Nothing does. He wanders around the common room. He won't make friends, he never does. He can pretend, if he needs to, but he can't imagine needing that song and dance here. 

Someone does catch his eye, though. 

There's a long-haired boy at the table in the common room playing cards by himself. 

Flip, slap. 

Steve hates him, hates the sound.

This boy is death, Steve's sure of it. Like sees like. He's the flame, and Steve's the moth. He circles the room slowly, stalking him, eyes unblinking. 

Watching. Studying. 

Fantasizing about what he could do to him. How he could make him hurt. Make him scream. 

They put him in an asylum. No prison time. His parents' money bought that. If you have money, you can do whatever you want. Anything at all.

And here he is, with others, just like him. He hates it. Hates the boy. Wonders if he is better at it, or worse. Maybe worse. He was caught first, after all. 

Steve waits. Stalks him and watches.

And when the time is finally right, Steve corners him in a dark hallway in the middle of the night. Neither should be out of bed. It's against the rules. Steve's never much cared for rules. They don't apply to him. He learned that at a young age.

He's just an excitable boy, they all said.

"I could kill you," Steve says, low. A threat. Cornering the boy, pinning him so he can't run. There'll be no running, not today. Staring into his big, dark eyes. 

"Well, you could try," the boy says lazily, leaning closer, unafraid, showing all his teeth. Steve hates him. He wants to be feared. Now that he's not hiding what he is, down deep. 

He's been caught. Caged. 

And this boy is, too. But he isn't afraid of Steve, so Steve will have to fix that. 

"What's your name?" Steve asks.

"Eddie.”

Eddie. Eddie. Eddie. 

He hates Eddie. He closes his hand around Eddie's throat and squeezes. Eddie doesn't struggle. Steve hates him more. Steve likes the struggle. 

Eddie isn't giving him anything he likes. No fair. He'll kill him for it. 

Steve bites him on the shoulder and Eddie doesn't even flinch. Steve bites harder, through the cotton shirt Eddie's wearing and Eddie just laughs. 

Steve doesn't like to be laughed at. He lets go.

Eddie manhandles him into his bedroom. His cell. And pushes Steve onto the bare mattress. Nobody pushes Steve around. Except Eddie, now. 

Steve lifts his hips off the stained mattress and Eddie pulls down his cotton pants. The ones assigned to him. To all of them. With no drawstring, no shoelaces. No way to hang yourself. 

Eddie has a tub of Vaseline, and he scoops out two fingers full and Steve waits. Watches. Studies this foreign action. 

And then Eddie presses them into Steve, and it hurts. Steve likes it. It's new. Eddie tries to roll him onto his stomach, but Steve knows better than to turn his back on this boy. 

Eddie relents, slicks up his hard dick and presses inside. Rough, hard, fast. 

Steve loves it. Loves the burn, the friction. He's never felt anything during sex before. Nothing like this. He pushes back, giving, not just taking. 

Eddie pulls his hair, so Steve bites him. Again. And again. Everywhere he can reach. Drawing blood, while Eddie fucks him. Coming inside him with a groan. Then Eddie fists Steve’s dick, with only the grease from earlier lingering behind on his hand. It's rough. It hurts. Steve loves it. 

This is sex. He finally understands. 

The next day, Eddie is playing cards at the table again. 

Flip, slap. Flip, slap. Flip, slap. 

Steve likes the sound he's making now. It's obscene. It's sex. It's death.

He loves it. 

He loves Eddie. 

Like sees like. 

Eddie deals him in, and Steve sits. 

Steve develops a plan, will turn on the Harrington Charm with the staff. He knows how. Always has. He can pass as normal, as charming. They'll let their guard down, and once they trust him, he'll escape. 

He'll take Eddie, and they'll run. 

And his dad will send lawyers, guns and money. Will enable him, them, to do what they're meant to do, together. 

Notes: I shouldn't have started writing for a holiday challenge in October. The vibes are all wrong, lol, I'm on the wrong holiday.

Lawyers, Guns & Money is also a song on this Warren Zevon album. (Werewolves of London is also on it.) It's a 45 year old album these days!

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

If you want to see more of my entries into this month-long challenge, you can check them out in my Steddie Holiday Drabbles tag, right here!

[trendytime]

Guide to Buying Bed Linen: Choosing the Perfect Set for Your Bedroom

When it comes to creating a restful and stylish bedroom, choosing the right bed linen is crucial. The right bedding not only enhances the aesthetic appeal of your space but also plays a vital role in ensuring a good night’s sleep. Whether you’re redecorating your entire bedroom or just updating your bed, understanding what to look for when buying bed linen is essential. Here's a comprehensive guide to help you make the best choice for your needs.

1. Understand the Types of Bed Linen

Bed linen includes a variety of items, each designed to provide comfort, warmth, and style. These include:

Bed Sheets: The most common and essential component of bed linen, they come in fitted and flat varieties. Fitted sheets have elastic corners that hug the mattress, while flat sheets are laid on top and tucked in.

Pillowcases: Pillowcases are covers for your pillows. They come in standard, king, and European sizes and are available in both open-ended and envelope styles.

Duvet Covers: These are used to protect your duvet or comforter. A duvet cover helps to maintain hygiene and gives your bed a neat appearance. They are typically available in a variety of colors, patterns, and fabrics.

Blankets & Throws: These items add extra warmth and texture to your bedding setup. While blankets offer warmth, throws are more decorative and can be used for layering.

Bedspreads & Coverlets: Bedspreads cover the entire bed, including the sides and foot, while coverlets are lightweight and often used as a decorative piece.

2. Fabric Choices for Bed Linen

Choosing the right fabric for your bed linen is one of the most important decisions you’ll make. The fabric directly influences comfort, durability, and maintenance. Here are some popular fabric options:

Cotton: Known for its softness and breathability, cotton is a popular choice for bed linen. It is highly absorbent, making it great for warmer climates or people who sweat at night. Cotton is also easy to care for and comes in different finishes like percale (crisp) and sateen (smooth).

Linen: Ideal for warmer climates, linen has a cool, breathable texture that allows air circulation. It’s perfect for those who prefer natural fibers. However, it wrinkles easily, which adds to its rustic charm.

Polyester & Blends: Synthetic fabrics, such as polyester, are durable, resistant to wrinkles, and relatively inexpensive. Blends of cotton and polyester offer the best of both worlds—comfort and low maintenance.

Silk: For a luxurious feel, silk bed linen is unmatched. It’s smooth, soft, and gentle on the skin, but it requires more care and attention when washing.

Flannel: Ideal for colder months, flannel is a soft, warm fabric that provides extra comfort during winter.

3. Consider Thread Count

Thread count refers to the number of threads woven into a square inch of fabric. While a higher thread count often signifies a softer and more durable fabric, it is not the sole indicator of quality. For cotton sheets, a thread count of 200-400 is usually ideal. A higher thread count might feel smoother but can also make the fabric feel less breathable. For cotton-rich blends, a thread count of 200-300 is often sufficient.

Conclusion

Buying the right bed linen is an investment in your comfort and the overall look of your bedroom. From choosing the right fabric to considering the right size and design, each factor contributes to creating a cozy and inviting sleep space. Whether you prefer the luxurious feel of silk or the soft comfort of cotton, selecting the right bed linen ensures a better night’s sleep by Sarita Handa  and a well-dressed bed. So, next time you go shopping for bed linen, keep these factors in mind to choose the perfect set for your bedroom.

[ominous-potato96]

This. Forever this. No, it's not just "Go change the sheets on the bed. It's:

Take pillow cases off all 7 pillows, stack pillows on desk, throw pillowcases in hamper, take duvet off bed, take duvet cover off, throw duvet cover in hamper, remove top sheet, remove fitted sheet, toss in hamper, take off mattress protector, put in hamper, haul hamper downstairs to the laundry room, put a load in, measure detergent, measure fabric softener (and repeat at least 3 times), dry everything (again takes 3 loads), haul it all back upstairs, put everything back on the bed, and then take Tylenol because my scoliosis is now killing me!

having one of those executive function days where everything is too many steps

[profile-234]

The Ultimate Guide to Bedroom Cleaning

We all know the feeling—after a long day, your bedroom should be your sanctuary, a peaceful place to relax and unwind. But let’s face it, the clutter can sometimes make it feel like more of a chore to even step inside. If you're finding yourself overwhelmed by the state of your bedroom, it's time for a serious cleaning session. Whether you're a neat freak or a little less organized, this guide will help you get your bedroom sparkling clean in no time.

Start with the Bed

Your bed is the centerpiece of your bedroom, so it's essential to begin there. Strip your bed of sheets, pillowcases, and blankets, and toss them in the laundry. A quick wash will not only freshen them up but will also help remove any dust mites and allergens that have built up over time. Don’t forget to fluff your pillows and blankets before placing them back on the bed. If you’re looking to change the vibe of your room, consider switching out the bedding to something seasonal or adding a cozy throw blanket for that extra touch of comfort.

Declutter and Organize

A cluttered room often feels messier than it really is, so take a few minutes to declutter. Start by putting away any clothes, books, or random items that don’t belong in your bedroom. You’ll be amazed at how much more spacious and serene your room looks with just a little tidying up. If you find yourself with a lot of things you don't need, it might be a good time to do some downsizing. Consider donating old clothes, shoes, or items that have been collecting dust in your drawers or closet.

Dusting Surfaces

Once the bed and floor area are clear, it's time to tackle dusting. Dust tends to accumulate quickly on furniture, shelves, light fixtures, and baseboards. Start from the top (ceiling fan, light fixtures) and work your way down to furniture and surfaces. Use a microfiber cloth to catch as much dust as possible without spreading it around. Don't forget to wipe down electronics, window sills, and any decorative pieces you might have in your room.

Vacuum and Floor Cleaning

Your bedroom floor likely sees a lot of foot traffic, so it's important to clean it regularly. Vacuum your carpets, rugs, or floors to remove dust, dirt, and any hidden debris. If you have hard floors, consider giving them a quick mop to remove any stains or spills. A deep clean every once in a while is key to keeping the space fresh and allergen-free. If you have a carpet, consider getting it professionally cleaned every six months to maintain its appearance and cleanliness.

Freshen the Air

A clean bedroom isn’t just about tidiness; it’s also about creating a fresh, inviting atmosphere. Open the windows to let in some natural light and fresh air. You can also introduce a room spray, scented candles, or an essential oil diffuser to bring in pleasant aromas. Lavender, eucalyptus, or chamomile are great scents to promote relaxation. If you have allergies, an air purifier can help eliminate dust, pollen, and other particles from the air, making it even more enjoyable to spend time in your bedroom.

Clean Behind and Underneath

A lot of times, cleaning behind furniture and underneath the bed is overlooked. Dust and debris can hide in these spaces, making the room feel less fresh. If possible, move your furniture out of the way and give these areas a good sweep or vacuum. This is also a good time to check for any forgotten items that might be lurking under your bed!

Why Choose Liz Cleaning Services?

If you’re feeling like cleaning your bedroom is a bit too much of a task, or you simply want to save time and energy, Liz Cleaning Services in Walnut, CA, offers professional bedroom cleaning services that will leave your space looking and feeling brand new. With years of experience, Liz Cleaning Services knows exactly how to tackle every corner of your room and ensure that your bedroom becomes the serene and organized space you deserve. Let their team of experts do the heavy lifting so you can enjoy a clean and relaxing bedroom without the hassle.

Conclusion

A clean bedroom isn’t just about tidiness; it’s about creating a calm and peaceful space that promotes relaxation and better sleep. Whether you’re doing a deep clean yourself or bringing in a professional service like Liz Cleaning Services, the end result will be a bedroom you can’t wait to return to at the end of each day. Don’t let clutter and dust take over your sanctuary—get started with these tips and enjoy a space that’s as restful as it is beautiful!

[styleasia]

The Sophistication of Simplicity: TEXTILIA™ Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray

When it comes to designing a cozy yet sophisticated bedroom, the right bedding can make all the difference. The TEXTILIA™ Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray is a true game-changer, offering a sleek and modern aesthetic with unparalleled comfort. Gray is not just a neutral hue—it’s a timeless choice that seamlessly integrates with various decor styles while adding a touch of contemporary charm. Let’s dive into why this bedsheet set is a must-have for every home.

1. Gray: The Ultimate Neutral for Modern Elegance

In the world of interior design, gray has emerged as a powerhouse shade. Its understated charm brings balance to bold accents and softens vibrant decor elements. The TEXTILIA™ Twin Size Bedsheet Set – Gray leverages this versatile hue to offer bedding that adapts effortlessly to any design scheme.

Gray embodies sophistication and calmness, making it the ideal choice for creating a serene sleeping environment. Whether paired with vibrant throw pillows or minimalist decor, this set sets the stage for a bedroom that is as stylish as it is relaxing.

2. TEXTILIA™: Where Quality Meets Comfort

What sets TEXTILIA™ apart from other brands? It’s the perfect harmony of design, craftsmanship, and functionality. The Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray exemplifies this ethos with its top-tier materials and thoughtful construction.

Premium-Quality Fabric Crafted from soft, breathable materials, this set ensures maximum comfort while you sleep. The lightweight yet durable fabric makes it perfect for all seasons.

Tailored Fit The fitted sheet in this set is designed to hug your mattress snugly, eliminating the hassle of constant adjustments. The accompanying flat sheet and pillowcase complete the ensemble for a seamless look.

Low Maintenance, High Style The wrinkle-resistant and fade-proof properties ensure your bedding remains pristine wash after wash. Enjoy the luxury of fresh-looking sheets without the extra effort.

3. Inside the Set: Everything You Need

The TEXTILIA™ Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray includes:

One Fitted Sheet: Designed for a perfect fit on twin-size mattresses.

One Flat Sheet: A versatile layer that adds extra comfort and style to your bed.

One Pillowcase: A coordinated pillowcase that completes the polished look.

This thoughtfully curated set provides everything you need for a cohesive and stylish bedding setup.

4. Perfect for Every Occasion

The versatility of the TEXTILIA™ Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray makes it suitable for various settings and needs:

Minimalist Bedroom Makeovers If you’re aiming for a clean, modern aesthetic, this gray bedsheet set is your go-to. Its neutral tone complements minimalist decor effortlessly.

Guest Room Glam Impress your guests with a bedding set that’s as welcoming as it is elegant. The sophisticated gray shade adds an element of refinement to your guest space.

Dorm Room Essentials College students will appreciate the practicality and style of this bedding. It’s easy to care for and pairs beautifully with dorm room decor, from bold posters to colorful accessories.

5. Effortless Care for Busy Lifestyles

Maintaining a pristine bedroom has never been easier. The TEXTILIA™ Twin Size Bedsheet Set – Gray is machine washable and designed to withstand frequent cleaning without losing its luster.

Fade-Resistant Technology The high-quality fabric resists fading, ensuring that the elegant gray color stays vibrant for years.

Wrinkle-Free Magic No need to worry about ironing—this set retains its smooth, fresh appearance straight out of the dryer.

With this bedsheet set, you can enjoy luxurious bedding without the added hassle of high maintenance.

6. The Perfect Gift for Any Occasion

Struggling to find a gift that combines practicality and elegance? The TEXTILIA™ Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray is an excellent choice for housewarmings, weddings, birthdays, or holidays. Its neutral tone and luxurious quality make it a universally appealing gift that recipients will cherish.

7. Eco-Friendly and Ethical Design

TEXTILIA™ is committed to sustainability and ethical production practices. By choosing this bedsheet set, you’re not only upgrading your bedroom but also supporting environmentally conscious manufacturing. Sleep easy knowing your purchase contributes to a better future.

8. Why TEXTILIA™ Stands Out

In a sea of bedding options, TEXTILIA™ rises above the competition. Here’s why:

Trusted Expertise: With years of experience, the brand is synonymous with quality and reliability.

Stylish Simplicity: Their designs are timeless, making them a smart investment for any home.

Affordable Luxury: Enjoy premium bedding without breaking the bank.

The Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray exemplifies these values, offering a product that is as functional as it is fashionable.

9. Styling Tips for a Chic Bedroom

Maximize the impact of your new bedsheet set with these expert styling tips:

Contrast with Bold Colors Pair the gray bedding with vibrant throw pillows or a colorful duvet to create a striking contrast.

Add Layers for Texture Incorporate textured blankets, quilts, or cushions for a cozy and inviting look.

Enhance with Metallic Accents Silver or gold decor pieces complement the gray tone beautifully, adding a touch of glamour to your space.

10. Where to Buy

The TEXTILIA™ Twin Size 3 Piece Bedsheet Set – Gray is available on the StyleAsia website. Shop now to experience a blend of elegance, comfort, and practicality that only TEXTILIA™ can deliver.

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[sdpolytech]

Top Uses for Polyester Cotton Knitted Yarns in Fashion and Home Textiles

In the textile industry, combining fibers often results in materials that offer the best of both worlds. One such combination that has gained popularity is polyester cotton knitted yarns. Blending the strength and durability of polyester with the softness and breathability of cotton, these yarns are versatile and widely used in both fashion and home textiles. Whether you’re looking to create stylish apparel or cozy home furnishings, polyester cotton knitted yarns offer a range of benefits that make them a preferred choice for manufacturers and designers alike.

As a leading Cotton yarn manufacturer in India, SD Polytech is dedicated to providing high-quality yarns that meet diverse industry needs. Let’s explore the top uses of polyester cotton knitted yarns in both fashion and home textiles, and how they can enhance your next project.

Understanding Polyester Cotton Knitted Yarns

Before diving into their uses, it’s important to understand what makes polyester cotton knitted yarns special. This type of yarn is created by blending polyester and cotton fibers, then knitting them into yarn. The blend typically offers the breathability and softness of cotton, while the polyester adds strength, durability, and resistance to wrinkles and shrinking. The knitted structure gives the yarn extra stretch and flexibility, making it ideal for various applications where comfort and durability are key.

1. Fashion Apparel

The fashion industry is one of the largest consumers of polyester cotton knitted yarns, thanks to the yarn’s ability to create comfortable yet durable fabrics. Here’s how this versatile yarn is used in clothing:

T-Shirts and Casual Wear: When it comes to t-shirts, polyester cotton knitted yarns are a popular choice. The blend provides the softness of cotton, making it comfortable to wear, while the polyester ensures that the fabric retains its shape and resists wrinkles. This combination is ideal for casual wear that needs to be both breathable and easy to maintain.

Activewear and Sportswear: For sports and activewear, polyester cotton knitted yarns offer a balance of moisture-wicking properties and comfort. The polyester component helps wick away sweat, while the cotton ensures breathability. This makes it perfect for gym wear, yoga pants, and other athletic apparel that requires flexibility and comfort.

Sweaters and Cardigans: The stretch and warmth provided by polyester cotton knitted yarns make them suitable for knitted sweaters and cardigans. These garments need to be soft yet strong enough to withstand daily wear. The blend of polyester and cotton ensures that the final product is cozy, retains heat well, and is durable.

Blouses and Shirts: In addition to casual wear, polyester cotton knitted yarns are often used for more formal clothing like blouses and shirts. The yarn provides a crisp and smooth finish while retaining the soft touch of cotton, making it perfect for workwear that is both professional and comfortable.

2. Home Textiles

In the world of home textiles, polyester cotton knitted yarns are highly valued for their strength and versatility. They are commonly used in various home furnishings, helping to create comfortable and long-lasting products. Here are some popular uses in home textiles:

Bed Linens and Blankets: Polyester cotton knitted yarns are frequently used in making bed linens such as sheets and pillowcases. The combination offers the softness of cotton, which is perfect for a good night's sleep, along with the durability of polyester, ensuring that the linens can withstand frequent washing. The knitted construction provides additional stretch, making it ideal for fitted sheets.

Throws and Cushions: If you’re looking for cozy throws or cushions for your living room, polyester cotton knitted yarns are a great option. The blend allows for a warm yet lightweight fabric that is perfect for snuggling up on a couch. Additionally, the yarn’s durability means that your cushions and throws will retain their shape and color over time.

Curtains and Upholstery: For home decor like curtains and upholstery, polyester cotton knitted yarns provide a fabric that is both visually appealing and functional. The polyester content helps in resisting fading due to sunlight, while the cotton ensures a soft and natural texture. This makes it a great choice for long-lasting and easy-to-maintain home furnishings.

Table Runners and Kitchen Towels: The durability and absorbency of polyester cotton knitted yarns make them suitable for items like kitchen towels and table runners. These items need to be strong enough to handle daily use, and the blend of polyester and cotton ensures that they are up to the task while maintaining a soft texture.

3. Industrial Uses

Beyond fashion and home textiles, polyester cotton knitted yarns have applications in various industrial products. These yarns are often used for creating fabrics that need to withstand rigorous conditions while maintaining a certain level of comfort. For instance:

Workwear and Uniforms: Industries that require uniforms often choose fabrics made from polyester cotton knitted yarns because of their strength and durability. The yarn is ideal for making workwear that can endure tough environments while remaining comfortable for employees.

Technical Textiles: As a Cotton yarn manufacturer in India, SD Polytech understands the growing demand for technical textiles that require special properties like stretch, resilience, and moisture management. Polyester cotton knitted yarns are often used in these technical applications, offering the right balance of durability and flexibility.

Why Choose Polyester Cotton Knitted Yarns?

The advantages of polyester cotton knitted yarns are numerous. Here’s a quick summary of why they are such a popular choice across different sectors:

Comfort: The cotton component ensures a soft feel, making the yarn suitable for garments that are worn close to the skin.

Durability: The polyester content enhances the yarn's strength, allowing it to withstand regular use and multiple washes.

Versatility: The blend is suitable for both summer and winter wear, as well as a range of home textile products.

Low Maintenance: Fabrics made from polyester cotton knitted yarns are easy to care for, as they are resistant to wrinkles and shrinking.

Conclusion: Trust SD Polytech for High-Quality Polyester Cotton Knitted Yarns

Choosing the right yarn for your textile project is crucial for achieving the desired results. With polyester cotton knitted yarns, you get the perfect blend of comfort, durability, and versatility, making them suitable for a wide range of fashion and home textile applications.

As a leading Cotton yarn manufacturer in India, SD Polytech is committed to providing top-quality polyester cotton knitted yarns that meet the diverse needs of the textile industry. Whether you are crafting fashionable apparel, home decor, or industrial fabrics, our yarns offer the consistency and performance you need to bring your vision to life.

With SD Polytech, you can be assured of receiving yarns that are crafted with precision and care. Contact us today to find out how our polyester cotton knitted yarns can enhance your next project, and experience the quality that makes a difference in every stitch!

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EcruE takes pride in balancing aesthetic appeal with practical functionality. Each collection is carefully designed to meet the needs of modern homeowners while maintaining a timeless charm. From color palettes to textures, every detail is thoughtfully considered, ensuring that EcruE’s products seamlessly integrate into any home.

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I painted her

I'll start with a one-second glimpse into the sex: My right hand gripping her right hip on the heel grazing the top of her ass while my fingers gain leverage on the smooth skin over her hip bones. I'm currently driving my dick into her, from tip to taint. We both know the fit is extraordinary. It almost feels tacky to mention it. Something about being 6 inches taller, 60 pounds heavier, sixteen years older makes it even more perfect. It's legal. She wants it. I want it. She moans, just like she has every time, as I fill her from the inside out, I press my hips into hers, her hips into the pillow, the pillow into the mattress, and, I assume, through the crust, mantel, and core of the earth, and back out the other side, alerting seismographs in the Indian Ocean, sending automated tsunami warning messages to coastal towns in South Africa and Western Australia. Donate to the Koalas here. She throws her head back onto my neck, her hair drapes my shoulder, grazing my ear. I squeeze her left tit, and wrap my right hand around her throat, as we finish the forward thrust together. We inhale and pull our waists back in synchrony, my dick gliding slowly out. Our open mouths connect in some strange mashup of a kiss, a lick, a shared breath, and a tiny hiding spot, away from the world, and in a moment without want. The skin over my pelvis and abs brushing the small of her back from the tailbone up. My inside of my right thigh squeezes her slender leg, realigning our frames. Yes, that was one second of our sex. I wish I had the time to write more, but honestly, it went on and on. And on. And again.

And we didn't just fuck.

We became friends. Seriously.

We went on some dates. (A couple great ones, actually.)

I tried to cook her homemade pasta. It came out soggy and sad.

We took a lot of pictures. And videos. One video I edited to be black and white, which made it more erotic and less "porny I think." The best clip, in my opinion, is one in a bedroom hallway, adjacent to a full-length mirror on the door. I'm standing behind her, sliding my dick over her wet labia. She arches her back and bends her knees to set it in exactly the right place. [Out of frame, and lost to history save for this document and my memory, her toes curl and she lifts her back with the bottom of her foot.] Later, I threw her on the bed, kissed her body, and fucked in every position I could think of while remaining face-to-face. Don't get me wrong, the sex was out of this world, but the sweet spot, we both came to know, is when I hit it from behind. We got to eventually: I held her across the body in a spooning position, fucking her while she giggled, moaned, gasped, and buried her head in the pillowcase. I pulled out when Houston counted down from ten and shot the first rope past her ear and onto the floor. The rest landed between her shoulder blades, puddling in the channel of her spine.

I painted her. Well, I painted a portrait from a picture of her toned, smooth, naked body lying on my sheets. I'd post a photo, but I think it's wiser I don't give you any revealing information about this person. I'll tell you she's in her early twenties. She's petite with light hair, a fit body, a cute face, and a small but round ass. God, I want to include so many other great details (coughfrecklescough), but let's try to keep it anonymous. Anyway, I'm proud of that painting.

Can I describe her? How about a list of words? Cute, funny, intelligent, sweet, goofy, beautiful, sexy, awkward, charming, loving, curious, and sensitive. She has great taste, excellent style, and apt I could write a story on each of those points, but we're here to talk about sex.

She was wild. The times we had together were wild.

We fucked outside on a June night in perfect weather as fireflies started to light the back yard. Her handprint remained on the porch's glass until I washed it the next week.

There's more to the story, but that's what seems right for Tumblr.

This is just my way of [not] saying hello.

And [obviously] goodbye.

God it was hot, @livvinitt.