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[gojobbg]

okay so ur writing is so good wth. i wanted to request smth...

hear me out: toge with a partner who's never been able to finish with anyone in bed before. like all he would have to do is use he cursed speech....

i'm crying screaming and slamming my keyboard. this is such a hot concept, stop. I wish we saw more of him in this series, they did my man dirrtyyyyy. thank u for your compliment & thank you for this req anon, i got u <3

pairing: reader(f) x bf!inumaki (aged up)

synopsis: you didn’t want to admit you were never satisfied. It was simply that previous partners weren't able to keep up or just didn't care to put in the work in bed. But for Inumaki, your satisfaction was before anything. He couldn't finish if you didn't, first. And he knew exactly what to do.

warnings: shower sex, oral (head), overstimulation, sexual use of cursed speech

a/n: i got nothing, just thank you for the req and thank u to everyone who enjoys my writing :)

You didn't think you were that hard to satisfy, but history seems to repeat itself in torturous ways.

Before you dated Toge, your sex life was very...unfulfilling to say the least. Left and right, all the men you've dated or just fucked could never quite reach you to the point of ecstasy. Having to fake an orgasm became subconscious to you, and you never learned to speak up for yourself and your sexual needs. That was, until you met Toge.

Toge was different from the men you've met prior. Though he was a man of very few words, he was an amazing listener and a better lover. In the few months that you have been dating, Toge has been the most considerate gentleman of them all. He's never verbalized his love, but you've always felt it in his actions.

After a very uncomfortable conversation regarding your unfulfilling sex life, Toge was determined to make love to you. The way it's supposed to be done.

But tonight was different. Toge's plans were far beyond what you could have ever imagined.

On your way home from work, you were welcomed into a recently cleaned house. Toge purposely took on an early mission instead of his usual night venture, making it opportune. to surprise you with a clean house. As you put your bag down, Toge quickly met you in the hallway.

You smelled the familiar scent of pine needle and cedar atlas. The woody musk that emanated from his body complimented his lazy, home fit. He was draped in a black long sleeve shirt, the cotton fabric that allowed him to stretch the way he likes. With hands stuffed in his gray sweats, the man stood before you proudly.

"Hi, m'love," you coo quietly. While you took off your shoes, Toge crouched down to meet your height and smiled warmly. It was rare to see his mouth, the Snake Eyes and Fangs seal sitting comfortable at the ends of his lips.

He gently pats your head with his hand, "Kelp." With his other hand, he grabbed your slippers from the rack, and placed them before you. Your heart flutters as you slipped your tired feet in them and adjusted. "Salmon roe," Toge says quietly.

Hmm? You wonder in your head as the tall, slim man turned the corner to the kitchen. You follow swiftly behind him, only to find dinner ready at your small dining table. "Oh Toge, you didn't have to!" You exclaim at his kind gesture. Due to Toge's constant night missions, you took on the role to cook for you two. But since he decided to take a daytime mission, he had enough time to rest and cook.

Toge only smiles widely before pulling your chair back a bit and waiting for you. He was so good to you, your heart could break out of your chest from profound emotion. You felt warm, and your whole body felt like it could float. You take your seat and feel him push you in slowly. He takes his seat across from you and giddily watches as you take your first few bites.

The flavors saunter in your mouth like two lovers in a tango, "oh my goodness, Toge!" You nod your head in approval, "this is so good! You have to teach me one of these days."

Toge truly paid attention to you when he makes no advances on you until you were showered. He knew you wanted to wash off your day, especially with how taxing your job was. So although he wanted to kiss you desperately, he also knew a thing or two about patience. But, you would never push away his advances whenever his mood was over the roof.

With the shower already prepared (courtesy of your boyfriend), you quickly stripped and entered the shower. Warm water sent shots of pleasure through your body, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. Droplets of water streamed down your chest, with the dews hanging from your now erect buds.

As you rubbed soap all around your wet body, you heard the bathroom door open and close. "Toge?" You asked calmly. The sliding door of the shower was designed distorted, so you could see a body but not the details. He confirmed his presence with a gentle Salmon roe, so you smiled and carried on. But through the door, you noticed that the black and gray of his outfit was suddenly being removed from his body.

You decide not to question it and continue to clean yourself. But then the sliding door began to open slowly, and your lovers head peeped into the shower. He's seen your body before, but even so. "B-baby?" You stutter a bit, your face hot and crimson from his jade eyes.

Toge was completely stripped before you, verifying that your eyes did not deceive you. He was slim but toned, his muscles subtle but very present. His abs dented lightly down his stomach, his thighs ornate with shaded grooves of muscle. He completely enters his body and slides the shower shut, looking down at you with eyes full of hunger and lust.

"Just wanted to shower with me?" You ask curiously, your body completely ornated with lathered soap and pearl bubbles. He doesn't give a clear answer, you couldn't quite read his expression. "Toge?"

In a sudden movement, his hands cup your cheeks and he pulls your lips to his. His member pressed against your stomach, feeling it twitch eagerly from the long-awaited contact. His lips were always so soft and smooth as they massaged your bottom lip gleefully. They tasted of strawberry, and his mouth of lemonade after having a cup with dinner. He tasted of summer, the saccharine sweetness of his mouth and love tantalizing.

These were the moments of exception, when Toge could not contain himself. His hands found solace on your ass, his fingers denting into your cheeks desperately. He rubbed them lovingly, squeezing and pulling them. He would slide upwards to rub the tips of his fingers against the dip of your back. He couldn't get enough of you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, your hands playing with his platinum locks. Toge grew his hair quite a bit, his spikes no longer able to stay up. They hang just before his shoulder blades, his locks sticking on his back due to the water. His skin was rough due to his extensive collection of scars but you didn't mind. This is Toge, and you loved everything about him.

He pulls back quickly, your lips missing his warmth. You look at him trivially, waiting for his next move. His eyes burn into yours, his jade eyes dimming. He takes both of your wrists and turns you around. Now facing the wall where the shower head hung, he guides your hands to the wall. The shower now focusing its water on your ass, you look back anxiously at your silent lover. "B-baby? What are you--ooh!"

Toge's lips found their way to your upper back, kissing along your spine. He peppers his kisses downward, using his tongue occasionally to lick along your back. Reaching your ass, he begins to plant multiple kisses on each cheek before his hands find their way to your inner thighs. He pushes them away from each other, with you following his lead and separating them.

In moments, you felt those soft lips against your own. You jump, not expecting to feel his tongue begin to drag in the crevice of your cunt. You could feel your legs already going weak by just the start, his lips finding his way to your leaking hole. He adjusts himself so you could see his head below you, giving you a mischievous smile before taking hold of your hips.

He brings his head back between your thighs, his sharp nose just grazing your clit. "mmm, babyyy," you whined, your toes curling from Toge's sporadic sharp breaths. His cool tongue lapped around your hole before sticking it in fully. His lips were pursed around your cunt, sucking gently before becoming a bit more aggressive. Precum slid out from your cunt like sap from a tree, with Toge desperately wanting to taste you more. "my clit, p-please..."

He hums against your pussy in response, his tongue finding its way to your pearl. He struck gold, your body beginning to tremble as the tip of his tongue twirled around your pretty clit. He licks you selfishly, occasionally sucking it with his teeth teasingly grazing it. You twitched every time he slowly dragged his tongue up your clit.

"s-so good, it f-feels so good, Toge," you moan out, your nails beginning to claw at the porcelain wall. His mouth on your cunt, warm water crawling down your spine. Your body was in paradise, and you were only getting closer and closer to finishing. But, Toge suddenly stops, looking up to see your exasperated face. Your chest was heaving, with your breasts hanging above him, covered in suds and temptation.

He gives you another smile before finding his way back behind you. You were able to relax a little bit, but Toge immediately got to work. He closed your legs, but kept you pressed against the wall. Holding your hip with one hand, he uses his other to rub the tip of his cock at the folds of your pussy. "ahhh..." you moan, eagerly waiting to take him in completely.

Birth control was the best decision you made. You loved feeling his raw cock slowly slide into you. You loved hearing the string of grunts leave his lips, his body shivering from the feeling of your tight walls. It filled you up lovingly, his tip just kindly reaching your g-spot. He whispers another sushi ingredient, waiting for the cue to keep going. "yes, fuck-!"

He started off slowly, his cock going in and out of you. But Toge lacked the patience to keep that pace, and started to go much faster. "h-hey!" You yelp, your nails desperately wanting to dig into the wall. Your boobs hit one another with every thrust, inspiring him to fuck you a little more ruthlessly.

His hands find their way to your chest, his hands taking hold of each tit. He holds them firmly, with your buds now between his indexes and thumbs. The rest of his hands grip your mounds so he could press your ass completely against his body. The palms of your hands lost hold on the wall, with only the tips of your fingers keeping your balance.

He was fucking you the way you loved. His body and yours colliding with the load splashing of water that coated both of your bodies. His quiet grunts and groans did a number on your body, unable to control yourself. You tighten around his member even more, forcing him to slow his pace. But still, Toge rammed his cock in and out of you, your precum mixing with the water and soap that's long left your legs.

"b-baby, I'm gonna cum," you stutter out, "i-i can't hold it in anymore..."

With a few more aggressive thrusts, you let go and finish all over his cock. You felt it sputter out of your pussy, your legs beginning to shake from the overwhelming feeling. Getting fucked like this and finishing-- you would never let history repeat itself again. Toge removes his cock from inside you, holding your hips immediately to make sure you didn't lose your balance.

"Thank you..." you whispered, your voice slightly raspy from your exhaustion and the sex. But when you thought it was done, Toge turns you around to face him and lifts you up. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, while his hands held you up from your ass. "Toge! W-what are you--?"

Your back meets with the cold wall, and Toge's hands house themselves in the bend of your knees. His cock finds his way back into you, and begins to fuck you mercilessly. His purple eyes watched your body, biting his lip at the sight of your bouncing boobs and the way he was fucking you.

You, however, felt light headed from ecstasy. Your eyes stayed rolled at the back of your head. Your pussy was hot from the overstimulation. You had just came, and Toge was planning to do it again. He was fucking you with the same pace, his cock pushing out your juices at every thrust. "t-too much-- baby, i-it's too much...!"

Your words quickly escape you, only strings of curses and overwhelmed grunts. But Toge was relentless, railing you while keeping eye contact. His cheeks were rosy, his hair completely drenched and sticking to his forehead. His lips were slightly agape, taking in air in desperate breaths. He then winked at you before pressing his torso completely against yours.

His lips found its way to your ear, his jagged breaths tickling it. But then, it happened. "cum for me," Toge demands in a breath, your body contorting immediately from his words. Nails dug into his back, toes curling profusely. You felt your warm juices spill out of you, your pussy twitching around his cock, your body writhing in his hold. Then, in seconds, Toge came as well, filling you to the brim with his warm, sticky cum. He coughs a bit, but he slowly pulls out of you and gently places your feet back on the ground.

You had no words, relying on Toge to finish showering you, wrap you up in a towel, and carry you to the bed. He sits you down on the corner of the bed before running to get you a shirt from his drawer. You slowly slip into it, your eyes following your lover as he dried himself off before finding his own pajamas to slip into.

You continued to watch him as he went to turn off all the lights in your apartment except for the bedrooms. He returns to you, pulling out the covers and pulling the blanket over your body. Toge joins you, taking you into his arms as he rubbed the back of your slightly damp hair.

"Toge?" You ask quietly. He looks at you in your eyes, anticipating your words. "Was that your first time, um... doing that?" Purple eyes don't dare flicker as he nods silently. "Please... please keep doing that."

With a wide smile, a satisfied Salmon leaves his tongue.

a/n: i hope this was good xo. pls continue to fill my inbox with your horny fantastics here (im begging)

[misseviehyde]

THE PASSENGER

Nervously biting her lip, Donna looked around the fetish store she had accidentally wandered into and desperately looked for the exit.

She didn't know what had drawn her into Evie's Emporium in the first place, but now she was inside she could see it wasn't her kind of shop at all. The small and mousy young woman blushed bright red as she walked past a rack of sex toys. She was famously insecure and easily embarrassed, so this shop was her idea of Hell.

She needed a dress to wear tonight for dinner with her boyfriends boss, but none of the tight latex and fetish outfits she could see hanging from racks would do. Everything in here looked like something some sort of super confident slut might wear, not her style at all.

Donna was tiny, flatchested and average looking. She had a very submissive personality - in fact her friends all mocked her for being such a pushover. They called her 'The Passenger' because she'd pretty much just go along with what anyone else wanted.

As she headed towards the exit she passed a rack with a naughty pink latex dress hanging from it. It was clearly designed for a tall, busty, dominating sort of woman. Donna's hands made contact with the material as she passed.

*ZAP*

Donna stopped. She urged her body to move, to keep walking, but to her horror it didn't seem to be responding to her commands. Instead her body was now moving by itself, like someone else was in control.

She felt herself pick up the latex dress and her body language instantly change. Her back straightened, her stride became more confident and unabashed. She felt herself walk over to the counter and buy the latex dress from the smirking blonde woman on the counter.

"You can get changed in the back if you want babe."

Donna walked to the dressing room at the back of the store. Keeping one hand on the dress, she struggled out of her clothing - even stripping off her underwear - then she began to clamber into the tight, stretchy pink latex.

"Ohhhh fuckkkk yesssss," she heard herself moan as her body throbbed with erotic energy. Donna's flat chest itched as she yanked the straps of the dress over her shoulders.

"Mmmmmmmh, bigger... yesssss, make them bigger," she heard herself say as her chest exploded with pleasure. With a delicious sensation of power and confidence, Donna felt her breasts grow. They swelled up, big firm and round on her chest - growing from A cups to DD's in a matter of seconds.

Her pale skin tanned to a healthy rosy glow and with a stretching sucking sound, the latex dress tightened deliciously around her body as her flat ass pushed out into a big round booty and she grew nearly six inches in height.

She was now an Amazoness and she looked almost unrecognisible as she shook her normally tightly bound hair loose and it fell into elegantly styled mane all the way down her back.

"Mmmmh, that's SO much better. I feel like a brand, new, bitch..."

Donna adjusted her dress, enjoying her new tits yet still not in control of her body. She was just a passenger in her own head. She felt herself apply more makeup and saw she now had long sexy pink acrylic nails the same colour as her dress. Her sensible flat shoes had transformed into six inch pink heels and with a clop, she turned on her stiletto's and easily walked out of the store with a strut.

****

Donna desperately tried to fight for control of her body, but it simply wouldn't obey her. Somehow, touching the dress had made her lose control to some alternative version of herself.

In her car, Donna hiked up her dress. She wasn't surprised to see her pussy was now completely waxed smooth and a pink princess butt plug the same colour as her dress now twinkled in her perfect ass.

"Fuck yessss," she hissed rubbing her clit and touching her breasts as she began to masturbate in the car-park. Reaching into her hand-bag, Donna found a small bullet vibrator and switching it to maximum, slid it into her pussy.

Then, with a wicked smile she pulled her dress down and already cumming, pushed the accelerator down and drove away.

In her own mind Donna screamed and drooled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body and she orgasmed harder than she had in years...

***

The restaurant was busy and all eyes were magnetically drawn to Donna as she strode through to the table. She had bought a fur coat to wear over her sexy dress and expensive gold and diamond jewellery now hung round her pretty neck and on her slender wrists.

She looked amazing and her boyfriend George's mouth dropped open as his boss Damien stood up with a grin and kissed her hand.

"George, you never told me your girlfriend was so beautiful. She's... not... how you described her."

"D...Donna... h... how?" stammered George.

Ignoring him, Donna felt her body sit at the table and lean forward so her massive breasts were now prominently displayed. "I'd like Champagne to begin with baby, then I think the Lobster."

"B...but babe, they're the most expensive things on the menu."

"Exactly," purred Donna as she leant forward to give Damian a better view of her tits.

This was going to be fun.

***

The ladies bathroom was quiet except for the sucking sound coming from the stalls.

Damian groaned as Donna knelt before him, his big dick in her mouth. She sucked and slurped, her head moving back and forth as she used her slutty hands to massage his balls and the shaft of his cock.

In her head Donna felt shame, but also excitement. She should be appalled at betraying her lovely boyfriend, yet somehow even as a passenger she was loving every minute of this. Cucking her boyfriend was kind of hot, especially now she was such a hot bitch.

"Ohhhh fuck, George is gonna realise what we're up to if we're gone much longer..." gasped Damian.

"Mmmmh, fuck that loser," giggled Donna as she looked up at her new lover with glee. "He doesn't deserve me anyway. Let's sneak out of the back and go to a hotel. I wanna see what this cock can really do..."

Damian grinned and helped her up. "Fuck yessss."

***

Switching off her phone to ignore the increasingly desperate calls from George, Donna tossed it onto the floor and resumed her sucking.

Damian lay on the hotel bed, his huge cock now fully engorged as she sucked and slurped the length. Donna could feel her body moving by itself, she had never been this confident at sex, but now she was a Goddess.

"Are you ready baby?" she purred stradling him. Her dress was pulled down to reveal her massive tits and hiked up so her tight pussy was visible. Hovering over Damian's cock, she slowly lowered herself down and used her hands to guide Damian's big cock inside herself.

"FUCKKKKKK," she moaned happily. "You're so much bigger than that loser."

Grinding her hips and moaning, her big tits bouncing like a pornstar - Donna began to ride her lover. She had never felt so alive...

***

Donna opened her eyes and groaned. She lifted a hand to her face and then gasped. Her hand... it was obeying her.

Leaping to her feet, she looked around. She was in a hotel room. In the bed next to her lay Damian snoring and exhausted. The pink latex dress lay discarded on the floor. Her last memories had been of Damian tearing it off her body as he urgently thrust inside her and they both climaxed and passed out.

She looked down. Tiny tits, pale skin, normal body.

Oh God - what had she done?

Trembling she walked to the mirror and examined herself. No - she was definitely back to normal. The dress, it had turned her into a monster. A passenger in her own head. She had done such evil, slutty, bitchy things.

Mmmmmh and it had felt so fucking good.

Donna felt weak and unconfident. She was in control of her body again, but she realised how disapointing that was. She had enjoyed being strong, dominant and confident. She had enjoyed looking out through her own eyes whilst a more confident version of herself was in control.

She looked over at Damian. George was going to kill her. Their relationship was probably over. How was she going to handle this? She didn't know how.

Her eyes fell onto the pink dress.

Her pink dress...

***

Striding out of the hotel, an uncaring bitchy look on her face - Donna finished tying her sexy hair into a tight ponytail as she smoothed down her latex dress and revelled in the feeling of her powerful busty body.

Behind her eyes, Donna felt so happy. Her body knew exactly what it wanted and what to do. She would never need to think again, only enjoy the sensations of being a dominant bitch.

She was just the Passenger now and she fucking loved it.

THE END

[wanderingsoul6261]

Gif credit to ecstaticruby

James Beaufort x Tailor!Reader (female)

PART 2

Warnings: swear words. About it. Nothing else.

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It would be about a month before James Beaufort saw Y/N Y/L/N again. She had definitely gained his attention, even if she wasn't gunning for it from the beginning. He had found a strange interest in her, and James wasn’t quite sure where it came from. Was it because he had never heard of her, especially supposedly being trained by the best? Or the way his father never yelled at her for being late? Why was she the one to fill the shoes of who used to be his tailor and what happened to him? Which he had asked himself again, but knew he would likely never get an answer from anyone in particular.

Walking into the room, James had seen that she had dressed far better than their first meeting. She wore a white dress shirt underneath a sweater vest, although the sweater vest had an intricate design that he didn't like, all accompanied by black skinny dress pants.

Y/N had turned to look at him as he walked in, allowing him to notice the pencil behind her ear and the tape measure around her neck and hanging in front down the front of her. She had only spared a few seconds, before turning back towards the notes she had in her hands.

“Welcome back, Mr Beaufort. I figured my poor appearance scared you away.” Her voice filled the air, and something about it seemed hypnotizing, and James had worked to fight it off.

He scoffed, but had answered honestly.

“My father seems to have faith in you, despite my complaints.”

“Oh, so you have complained about me.” She put her notes down on a desk and had finally turned towards him. Y/N motioned for him towards the rack that he now finally noticed. “I'm so flattered.”

James rolled his eyes as he looked towards the rack, moving forward to take a look at the work that she had conjured up. Upon first look, it had seemed that she didn't do too bad of a job, but the final answer would Come when he finally tried it all on.

“Most people don't work so hard to get on my bad side.”

“Well I hate to break it to you, Mr. Beaufort, but I'm not like most people.” She gave him a cheeky smile. “And to be fair, I haven't particularly done anything to be on your bad side.”

He had scowled at her, knowing that she was technically right, but he didn't say so. It would boost her confidence and she was already insufferable and infuriating as is. As much as he didn't like being around her, there was something about her that still drew him in.

James looked down upon, having towered over her by quite a few inches. He took In her height, sneering at her.

“How can someone so small make a job like this work? How do you reach your taller clients?” He asked, avoiding the comment she made about working in an attempt to piss him off. It was her turn to scowl at him, the previous cheeky grin on her face now gone.

“I make it work. Now try on the damn suits and let me do my job.” She punctuated the last two words with a moderate level of anger.

He gave her a sarcastic grin.

“As you wish.”

—-

As the day drones on, they had several disturbances. At a moment in time, even Y/N had grown irritated. She didn't mind at first, enjoying watching James squirm in irritation and anger at the constant interruptions. He truly wanted to get out as fast as he could.

But people interrupted her for questions, making James realize just how respected she appeared to be here.

Apart from those, people would also come in and ask if he needed or required anything. Sometimes he said no. Other times he said yes, especially if it interrupted her own work, taking enjoyment out of it. But he only handled so much, growing irritated when it became too much for either of them to get anything done. Well, it was mostly Y/N doing the work, adjusting his suits and pants as needed, but he felt like he was putting in enough work by being patient enough to let her do her job.

And as much as he wanted to deny it, she did it fairly well. He had taken in the meticulous way in which she worked, double checking, even triple checking seams and adjustments she had to make. As he desperately tried to find a flaw In her work, he could find none.

“It's impolite to stare.” She commented.

James blinked. He hadn't realized he had been staring and gone silent.

“Well where am I supposed to stare.” He already knew the answer she was going to give him.

“Anywhere but me. I have performance anxiety.” A bluff. She had been working just fine in the last little bit that he had been apparently staring at her. He Watched her movements as she took a few steps back after fixing a seam, her eyes moving over his body.

He smirked.

“Like what you see?” He asked coyly. Y/N’s eyes moved up to meet his as his eyebrows wriggled. Her eyes moved back down to a particular part in the seams.

“No. Not at all. I need to spend more time on those seams. Plus I want to replace the buttons on your cuffs. Those ones don't suit you.” She finished the sentence and trailed off. Her eyes bounced back up to his momentarily. “No pun intended.”

“and you know what does and doesn't suit me?” He asked. James hadn’t meant for it be derogatory and harsh in any way, but her eyes had narrowed nonetheless.

“You are my client. It’s my job to know what suits you.”

“You just have to make what my father requires you to for his next clothing line.” James said, as If she didn't already know this. However, as she opened her mouth to retort back to him, her phone went off.

Y/N let out a slew of curse words, surprising even James as she answered the phone in rage, turning her back to him.

“What! I'm busy!” she was silent for a moment and then her back tensed and the harshness in her voice fell. “What?” There was shock, a meekness to it that not even James expected, especially coming from her. A quiet “shit” fell from her lips.

It was silent for several minutes as the voice on the other end spoke to her and she mindlessly ran her hand through her hair.

It had seemed like forever before she spoke.

“Yea. Yea. I'll be there.” And then she hung up her phone and instantly turned around, the pencil flying from behind her ear at the sudden movement and the measuring tape getting tangled in her limbs. She had thrown it the ground, allowing it to the join the pencil and raced past James, who attempted to stop her, demanding answers.

Instead, he had received none, and she had escaped from his grasp, bolting through the doors and disappearing into the building.

His father, who seemingly had been ready to enter the room, stared after her, watching as she skirted around the corner, fumbling with her phone in her hands as she left their line of sight.

Mr. Beaufort looked towards James, who only shrugged his shoulders, and had expected his father to be pissed, but he didn't seem so, as if he knew what possibly might have happened.

But why was no one telling him?

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“You’re shivering…” 

Looking up from your phone with a guilty look plastered on your face, you forced yourself to stop trembling. Back muscles taught, you schooled your expression to a neutral one, immediately wordlessly refuting the statement. 

All you were met with, however, was a raised eyebrow from the blonde in front of you, the silent challenge speaking volumes, the loving smile on her face letting you know she was only teasing.

Giving up, you wordlessly admitted to being caught, a sheepish smile spreading in place of your serious questioning look, shoulders dropping the tension.

“Okay so I might have forgotten to grab my jacket. Just maybe…” Biting back your embarrassed grin, you dug your toe into the floor, eyes cast downward as Alessia’s melodic laugh filtered in your ears. 

“Because of course you did…” The accusatory tone in Alessia’s statement wasn’t lost on you, but it wasn’t like you could discredit the observation, having been through this one too many times already. 

It wasn’t your fault you just happened to always forget your jacket when you were leaving the apartment, the coveted item very likely still hanging off the coat rack by the entrance to your shared home.

“I swear you do it on purpose at this point…like how does one forget a jacket? That too here? In rainy London?” 

Dropping your shoulders, a pout already forming on your face, you furrowed your eyebrows.

“It kinda just happens! I swear! It’s like one second I’m putting on my shoes, and then the next I’m sprinting out of the apartment trying to catch up to your long legs, jacket still in the apartment!”

Futilely defending yourself, you wrapped your arms around your midsection in an effort to stave off the cold, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by the taller girl. 

Smiling fondly at your pout, Alessia lovingly rolled her eyes, arms reaching out to pull you near, closing the gap between you two.

“Yeah, yeah, sure blame it on me…as if you’re totally not the one often locking up when we go out…”

Laughing silently now at the wince on your face, you burying your head into Alessia’s neck to hide your reddening cheeks, the striker wrapped her arms around you tightly. 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute…and shorter than me because otherwise you wouldn’t have lasted this long, gosh…”

Cuddling you for a few more moments, the Gunner tried her best to warm you up with her body heat, the chilly fall air whipping around you two as you stood on the side of a walkway.

Well accustomed to what had to be done, aware that your (read: her own) flimsy hoodie would do nothing to protect you from the icy breeze, Alessia pulled away from you, much to your protest. 

Quickly shrugging off her own coat, already prepared for this inevitable moment, the blonde quickly wrapped it around your shoulders, the jacket nearly drowning you due to your height difference. 

“There…as per usual,” the jest from the blonde came just seconds after her hands finished adjusting the coat, her head shaking affectionately at the content smile that spread around your face at the influx of warmth.

“Hey! I don’t borrow your coat that often…surely?” There was no way, right? You knew you were forgetful but Alessia had to be exaggerating here. 

“Love, the amount of photos in my phone that can prove otherwise, never mind ones that the fans have taken of us while we’re out…”

Pout returning to your face, you looked up at the blonde, disbelief across your face at the betrayal.

Hooking you in by the belt loops, the striker pulled you close, lips coming to rest at your forehead. 

“Don’t worry, I still love you, even if it means I have to give you my jacket every time we go out.” 

Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, her smile cutting it short, Alessia grabbed your hand, pulling you into her side as you both continued your walk to your favourite cafe. 

Smiling at your luck, well aware that at the end of every second, minute, hour, or day, Alessia loved you immensely, all of you, your easily excitable energy and forgotten jackets included, you matched Alessia's footfalls, tucking yourself underneath her arm.

Your own arm coming to sling across her waist, you held her close, letting her love comfort you from the inside out, jacket near useless with the warmth spreading in your heart.

[mothybean]

Airhead Part 4

My schedule the following week was insanely jam packed. It was as if all of my professors congregated to drop an assignment nuke on us. I had about 10 different assignments to complete, 3 of them were Heimerdinger’s. He drove me nuts. I had a feeling that he only became a college professor to stroke his own ego;surround himself with others who were “less intelligent” than him to make himself feel superior. I’m pretty sure it was compensation for his height. He was as tall as a stepping stool. I don’t think there was one person in our class that liked him. The moment his name was mentioned, faces would scrunch as if they just caught a whiff of rancid garbage mixed with sulfur on a hot summer's eve.

I was drowning. I was back where I started, semi clueless. Humpledink must’ve had a sixth sense knowing I was receiving help and decided to bump up the difficulty of the material. Either that, or it was my own fault for daydreaming in class. Those baby blue clouds were still vivid in my mind. I’ve been thinking about her ever since. I didn’t have the courage to reach out to her, even though I wanted to. A part of me was super nervous to even see her again. I kept running through possible scenarios of us studying together, a lot of them were painfully cringey. My biggest worry of them all was that it was going to be mega awkward.

I sat at my desk, staring at my science assignment, my hands tangled in my hair with frustration. I reread the first question at least ten times and I still didn’t understand what he was asking. Why was this so fucking difficult?! I groaned and gently knocked my forehead against my desk. I kept my head pressed against the wood, drumming my fingers against my skull. I inhaled deeply, running the idea through my head a few times before exhaling. That's it. I had to bite the possibly awkward bullet and let Jinx know I needed help.

Once again, I stood in front of Vi and Jinx’s home, only this time I ditched the weighted backpack and just brought my laptop. I figured I’d travel light in case I needed to make a run for it again-which I promised myself I wouldn’t. I was crushing hard on her. How did I expect to get close if I put distance between us? I gave the front door a solid few knocks and glanced down at the familiar cursive words beneath my feet. They needed to toss this damn thing, it didn’t match the vibe on the inside. I wasn’t a fan of cheesy suburban white mom decor. No offense.

I heard the door unlock, my eyes still glaring at the jute mat. I adjusted my laptop in my arms, silently taking a deep breath to soothe my nerves. With what little courage I managed to summon, I lifted my foot off the porch step, but immediately froze once I took notice of who answered. Jinx stood in the doorway wearing an oversized white t-shirt, a mischievous grin plastered on her lips. Her hair, no longer in braids, fell to her ankles like silky curtains. I swallowed hard. Could this girl be anymore attractive?

“H-hi.” I stammered, trying my best to keep my composure as my eyes ping ponged from her’s to her legs to my feet. Not even a couple of seconds in and I already feel like I’m making a fool of myself. Nice one Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.” She greeted me in a husky tone, pushing the door open wider to let me in. “Let’s get to it.” She smiled and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she started down the hallway, leaving me stunned at the door. I stood on the front porch watching her hips slightly sway with each step. Damn. I cleared my throat and furrowed my brows, reeling my eyes back into my sockets. I needed to chill. I was here for a study session, not a simp session.

I stepped inside, softly closing the door behind me. Eager to be close to my blue hair crush, I kicked my shoes off near the rack and walked down the hall with haste. I felt like I was gonna puke. I entered the living room, gripping the life out of my laptop. There she was, sitting comfortably on the far end of the couch, one foot propped up on the cushion, the other planted on the floor. Suddenly, studying became a distant memory as my eyes hungrily scanned the blue haired angel, tracing her tattoos yet again. I desperately wanted to touch them. I bet she was as soft as she looked.

“You ready?” Jinx asked, twirling her hair around her finger, a devious smirk still plastered. Something told me she knew I had the hots for her. Anyone with eyeballs could tell. I made it painfully obvious. I was never great at hiding my true feelings, especially when I was embarrassed. My facial flushing always gave it away. It wasn’t a cute pink tint either. My cheeks would go redder than the devil’s ass cheeks. I’d be shit out of luck if I wanted to pursue professional poker.

“Mhm.” I murmured, sitting on the opposite end of the couch as her, my hands slightly trembling as I opened my laptop to turn it on.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed Jinx staring at me, still twirling her long bluenette locks around her index finger. Avoiding her obvious gaze, I kept my eyes forward, intensely staring at my laptop’s update screen as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. Of course it would be updating right this second. I tapped my fingertips lightly against the touchpad, hoping my taps would encourage my hunk of junk to update faster.

“Technical difficulties?” Jinx questioned with a small chuckle, scooching a tad closer to me to inspect my screen. My mouth felt like the desert.

“Yeah…I’ve had this thing for a while. I’ve been denying the updates for so long I guess it finally had enough.” I laughed nervously, bouncing my leg slightly as I watched the update percentage rise slowly. I cupped my hands around the back of my neck and let my elbows fall. Safe to say it was time for a new computer.

I felt Jinx shift on the couch, causing my specific cushion to sink a bit on the side. Before I could even glance over at her, her legs stretched out across my lap, on top of the laptop.

“Oh!” I gasped, my eyes darting back and forth between her silky smooth legs and my piece of shit laptop. At that moment, I didn’t give a damn if the thing fell to the ground and shattered into a million pieces if it meant staying in our current position.

“Whaddya think?” Jinx asked, her hands dragging the hem of her oversized white shirt upwards, revealing her upper thighs. “I’m thinking about getting more tattoos, but I’m not sure what to get yet.”

I stared at her legs, my mouth slightly agape as I studied the blue clouds that traveled up her right leg. I gulped, unsure of what to do or say, this was so abrupt. The only thought that bounced around was to let my hands fall onto her beautiful legs. Using what little courage I had in me, my eyes traveled up her legs towards her thighs, stopping briefly at her pastel lavender underwear that was slightly visible before finally meeting her eyes.

“They’re…” I started, my eyes taking a quick peek at her underwear again before looking back at her. “They’re great.”

Jinx chuckled dryly and laid down on her back, not once removing her eyes from mine.

“Ya think so?” She definitely knew. I already knew I was crimson red, that was a no brainer. It was a dead give away at this point. I nodded, still staring into her blue orbs. Jinx found the hem of her shirt again, rubbing the fabric in between her fingers for a moment before slowly lifting her shirt up even more, her underwear fully visible at this point.

My body tensed as I felt the full weight of her legs on mine. I glanced at my laptop, slightly hoping the update was complete as an excuse to collect myself. Ironically, the percentage was at 69%. I felt myself blush even harder as an intrusive thought conjured after seeing the sexually coded number. What the hell was even happening? Looking back over, Jinx’s shirt was now lifted up high enough for me to see everything up to her collar bones.

“I think it suits me. What do you think, Y/N?” She questioned as she slightly moved her left leg against my stomach. Holy hell I was going to explode if she kept touching me.

“Yeah, I agree…” I trailed off. I felt like a horny teenage boy as I drooled over her figure, mentally marking the parts of her I wanted to kiss the most.

Jinx quickly sat up, her legs still weighted on mine and leaned against the back of the couch, her face mere inches from mine.

“What’s wrong?” Her tone was playful. I glanced at the laptop, checking the percentage. It was stalling at 99%. Come on you stupid piece of shi-

Jinx removed her legs off of me and stood up from the couch, almost knocking the computer off my lap in the process. She stood in front of me with her arms crossed as her eyes traveled from my face down to my laptop. Her face was hard to read, the smirk she was wearing was replaced with a more neutral expression. I had no idea what was going on inside of her mind and that scared me.

I looked back at the screen and a wave of relief washed over me. The update finally finished, the screen now displaying the home screen. I opened my mouth to say something, but Jinx took the computer off my lap and placed it next to me. I raised an eyebrow in question, watching as she slowly took a step forward, placing her hands on either side of my head, her palms against the back of the couch.

“Do you think we should study later?” Jinx asked in a sultry voice, her face leaning closer to mine. My heart was pounding. Was she about to kiss me? Our lips, centimeters from touching, a sudden annoying beeping sound echoed throughout the living room. I pulled back from her face and looked around for the source.

“Get up.” Jinx said sternly. I furrowed my brows, unsure of what she meant. “Get up.” She repeated as she pushed off the couch.

My eyes shot open, my eyes darting around my surroundings. I was in my bedroom. Holy shit, that was a dream?

[thealwriteytrashdump]

The Night Goddess

An Albert Wesker x Reader one shot Smut fic

“Please make yourself at home, Dearheart.” 

His voice had a sultry deep tone as he shook the water from his tousled sandy hair, slicking it back in an attempt to fix it back to how he usually styles it. He shook his heavy coat off, damp from the pouring rain outside and hung it up the rack, kicking off his loafers, and placed them in the little shoe cupboard next to the door. He glanced at you, as you stood awkwardly in his dark apartment, scared to make a mess. He stood tall next to you, unbuttoning the two top buttons on his blue uniform shirt, bending down and taking your calves gently, his burning hot hands soft but callused against your clampy frozen skin as he gently slid off the old scuffed heels you wore, rubbing your feet in a small attempt to get you warm. 

Watching him kneel before you, quietly, you shivered as he felt up your leg, the warmth contrasting the ice in your veins, his icy blue eyes looking up your body to your face, he squeezed your thighs gently, before standing to his full height, towering over you and unintentionally caging you against the wall. He reached up and rested a warm hand on your cheek, bringing your face up to look at him. You let him, let him do as he pleases, as he ran his nearly scalding hands on your deathly cold body. 

“How long were you out there?” He asks quietly, studying your face, and pushing back your unbrushed, stringy wet hair from your face. Staring solemnly into his eyes, you don’t answer him, and he sighs. 

“I’ll run a hot bath, come here dear.” he says finally, and gently leads you across the darkened minimalistic catalog of a living room. White couches, with black accent pillows, a glass coffee table complete with a vase of seemingly fake flowers to light up the dead room, and a floor lamp in the corner. A large tv on a black metal and glass stand, a standard living room but soulless in the decor. The open floor plan leads to the bare kitchen off to the side, a bowl of fruit on the counter for display. 

You held up the hem of your soaking wet ratty slip dress in your hands, afraid to make a mess in his nice, clean, empty home. The fabric hung limp against you, stretched beyond form. You follow him dutifully, quietly as a mouse, to his luxurious bathroom. Wesker steps in and turns on the light, you stop at the door, just inside on the tile so you don’t ruin the nice hardwood flooring in his bedroom. You begin to shiver violently from the cold, trying your hardest not to chatter your teeth. He takes his socks off and tosses them into his hamper, turning back to guide you further into his spacious bathroom. 

He brings out fluffy towels, and sits at the edge of the large tub, turning on the faucets to full, adjusting the temperature for you. 

“Strip.” He commands and you do as he says. Letting the slip fall from your shoulders onto the floor, stepping out of it and picking it up, holding it in your hands unsure of what to do with it. 

Wesker lets the water run, adding in some of the bubbles you mentioned liking off-handed to him once, before turning back to you. He takes you in, the yellowing bruises on your body, the fresh welts, the ruined old ripped slip dress in your hands, despite him telling you he could buy you new clothes. You always declined, saying the slip dress was comfortable, and he never pushed it. He pulled you towards him gently, taking the slip and tossing it into the hamper for you. He sat on the tub, bringing you to stand in front of him naked as the day you were born, beautiful, despite the dirt smudged on your nose, and the yellowing bruises fading away on your arms and chest. The marks of others but, you were still beautiful.

He traced patterns on your cold skin, running his warm palms over your soft tummy, dragging them down your sides, you stood waiting for his commands as always, letting him touch you how he wanted. He brought you closer, squeezing your hips gently, hands roaming back to the meat of your ass, he kneaded gently before rubbing up your back.

He looked up into your eyes, filled with adoration and something else much darker. You smiled for him but looked away when you saw his eyes, he was an open book. 

“Step into the bath, Dearheart. Let me clean you.” he said as he let you go, turning back to turn off the hot water. Doing as he commanded, you stepped into the warm water gratefully, finally making a noise as you sigh in relief. He smiles at you gently, taking some of his nice smelling shampoo and gently washing your hair for you as you relax in the bath. 

He gently teases out the knots in your hair, massage the shampoo into your scalp, and rubbing the nape of your neck gently, coaxing out quiet moans from you. His large hands gently with your fragile form, he took the detachable shower head and rinsed your hair, repeating the process with the conditioner, quiet as he works. 

He checks the water, making sure it’s still warm for you before guiding you to lean forward as he takes a washcloth, gently cleaning you, taking his time with every inch of your body, his hands smoothing over the sensitive skin on your shoulders, rubbing down each of your arms gently. 

He gently kisses the tips of your fingers, before returning them to the water, sliding down to his knees, to continue washing your torso and legs, his hands teasingly squeezing your calves and massaging that sensitive spot just behind your knees that makes you arched in the tub, eyes closed in bliss. He worships your body thoroughly, cleaning every inch and massaging to relax you in the warm water. You don’t look at him, just staring at his hands as they work, watching them glide over your wet skin smoothly. 

The water is so warm, so pleasant, you could fall asleep, much different from the heavy downpour outside, he reached in further, dragging the washcloth against your folds, washing every part of you, making sure to flick your little nub teasingly, making you moan softly and buck slightly against his hand. 

“That’s a good girl..” he says quietly, “Ready to come out?” 

Nodding, you attempted to get out while Wesker turned to grab the fluffy bath towels he set out, scooping you in them and lifting you onto the counter. He dried you as sensually as he washed you, rubbing the second towel on your feet, patting up your legs dangling over the edge. He pulled you closer to the edge, and you opened your legs for him, a soft noise in your throat as you felt him kiss your inner thighs down to the junction of your hip. He spread your folds to take a look, studying your cunt like an art piece, leaning and placing a passionate kiss against your outer lips, sighing in content as he continued. He licked your little hole, tasting your juices as they leaked out of you, nuzzling his large straight nose into your clit. You flushed as you felt him press into you, sighing as he stuck his tongue in, wet and hot. 

He groaned into you, a deep vibrating moan that sent tingles up your spine, as he held your legs apart pulling you closer to him, practically holding you up as he ate you out like a man starved. He flattened his tongue, licking up to your clit and gently sucked, flicking the tip of his tongue over the nub as one of his hands forced you to lay back on his bathroom counter holding you flat as you tried to arch into him. Your mouth hung ajar as he continued unabashed. 

Completely at his mercy, you could only watch him as he did you, the first time in the night you met his stare head on. Your voice cracked as you moaned loudly, clenching around nothing as he sucked harder against your clit. A sharp pain caused you to scream loudly in euphoria as he nipped your poor little nub harshly, quickly soothing the pain into more pleasure with his tongue as you wriggled against his hand still pressing on your lower belly. You fell back against the counter, losing yourself in that continuous heightened pleasure, wanting so badly to rock against him. 

“Spread your legs wider like a good little slut.” he commanded as his other palm slides up your thigh to your core, pressing in a finger, groaning deeply when he feels you clench him hard.

“..Fuck..” He breathed against you, diving back quickly. He’s lapping at your clit desperately, humming his love for you against your core as he fingered you, reaching that spot that has you spasming against his hands. He adds another digit, stretching your little hole for him later.

“Go on, sing for me. That’s it, sweetheart.” He coaxes, his voice deeper, huskier, his icy blue eyes blown out with desire as he watched you lost in your pleasure, desperately moaning. Your voice goes an octave higher, a tell tale sign that you’re close, so close. You don’t need to say anything for him to know, he can feel it. He added another finger, and another stretching you wide, as he nipped your bud, arching his fingers up into that spot and forcing you to the very edge before he pulled away quickly. A strangled whine left your lips, as he pants onto your cunt.

He forced you to feel that intense pleasure, the kind that makes your legs quake and your toes curl, almost tipping over before he pulls away to leave you desperate in his absence. You’re ragged and ruined, chest heaving heavily, face flushed and sweating, as you look back into his eyes, a mischievous little glint in his loving eyes. He chuckled huskily, standing to his full height again, leaning over you as he kisses you roughly, the hand on your stomach sliding up to hold your neck, he squeezed lightly, 

“Not yet, darling, I’m not finished.” He brings up his hand soaked in your juices, to your mouth, 

“Open.” 

As he commanded, you opened your mouth, letting him slip his fingers in, he felt around scissoring and pinching your tongue lightly, felt your breath cool his fingers slightly.  

“Close.” Your mouth closes, your juices on your tongue, savory slightly sweet. He grinned, eyes watching your warm mouth obey him, he flicked his steel gaze up to your eyes, grinning wide, 

“Suck.” He felt you dutifully suckle on his fingers, felt your warm wet tongue lick up your own juices eagerly, and that feeling went straight down to his cock. 

He watches you, taking mental images of your fuck ruined face, the glossy eyes with the pupil so dilated, they’re dark with lust, the way you look up at him through your lashes. The way your mouth puckers around his fingers. He would compare how they look around his cock. The thought makes him twitch in his cargo pants. 

“Good fucking girl.” he breathed, rutting against your wet core, squeezing your neck more as he contemplates how to ruin you tonight. Your hands gently hold his arm, raking your nails over him gently.

There was no doubt in his mind, he wants you, he may have always wanted you, ever since his first night with you. He pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop, kissing you deeply, crushing your body with his, desperate to feel you in any way he can. His arms snake around you, lifting you up and against him as he carries you into the darkened bedroom, tossing you down on the bedroom, quickly removing his shirt and pants, eager to finally have you, he ripped off his boxers without much ceremony. He watched as you begin to turn over like how he usually likes it, 

“No, lay flat on your back, and hold yourself open to me, I want to see that wet pussy. ” he commanded and you obey, spreading your legs wide for him, hands opening your juicy folds to him, begging him with your eyes to fuck you good. 

“Good.. Good girl.. Do you want Daddy to fuck you?” He breathed as he pulled your body to the edge of the bed, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your folds. He bites back a moan, it has been too long since he felt your velvety warmth. It takes all of his strength not just to ram into you like he wants, fucking into you with mad desire. No, he wants you to beg him, he wants to feel desired like how he desires you.

His hands roam your body. Feeling your curves and kneading your breasts, settling on your neck and holding you down as he continued to rub the bulbous tip of his head against your twitching little hole, he licked his lips, swallowed the spit and looked into your pleading eyes. 

He pushes in, and almost immediately, you cry out, a needy little whine, the sound delicious in his ears. He makes a choked noise, gritting his teeth and trying to breathe through the intense but soft tightness. He concentrated on how soft you feel, how hot your pussy is around his cock. He can feel you pulse your walls and he almost loses it, he squeezed your throat and yours fly to his arm for support again.   

“Fuck Dearheart, you’re so tight still..” He hissed and closes his eyes, bottoming out and staying there, enjoying how you struggling against him, trying to fuck him. He struggled to keep control.

“Beg for it, my darling, beg me to fuck you.” He says, pulling out, shakily pumping in slowly and back out, he opened his eyes when you whine again, nails raking against his arm, 

“Alby, please. I need your cock, stop teasing me!” you say, trying to rut against him. He groans out, chuckling breathlessly, 

“Come now my dear, you can do better than that… Can’t you?” He teases, choking out another noise when you clench around him again. 

“Fuck Albert, please! I need you to ruin me! I only want you. No one else can compare anymore!” You cry, and that breaks him. He snapped his hips forward quickly, setting a brutal pace, watching your face morph from desperate need to pained pleasure, watches the way your breasts bounced when he fucks you. He loved hearing you babble your love for him, your praise of his cock, about how good you felt. 

“Albert! You stretch me out so good.~” 

God you were so beautiful. A beautiful goddess of the night he was desperate to have. He leaned up, releasing your throat to hold your legs open, raking his ravenous gaze down over your gorgeous body, finally settling on where his cock disappeared into your body, over and over. Again and again. 

He could feel you build back up, hear it in your voice. He needed it, he needed you to cum, 

“Cum you little slut, Cum for me.” he commanded through gritted teeth, he felt you tip over, the scream you released, the hard spasm of your cunt, almost sending him too. He dug his nails into your sensitive flesh, trying to ground himself desperately. 

He could feel every little flutter of your pussy walls, the way your body twitched as he powered through your orgasm, he threw your legs over his shoulders, spreading you out to see himself fuck that tight cunt of yours. 

Every noise you made, sent him to a higher plane of existence, his palm slid up to rest on your navel, pressing down. Loving that strangled cry you made as he did it, his ass clenching as he concentrated on your pleasure. He angled himself upwards, searching for that spot that had you screaming and saying his name as your prayer. When he did find it, he began to rub your clit, exactly how you liked it. Fast tight little circles, you vaulted again suddenly, arching into him, hands clenching his sheets.

“Albert! Fuck!” You arch yourself up more, chasing your high as he pounds into you, chasing his. 

“You dirty little slut! Who told you to cum again?” he barked, speeding up as he lost control. He loved that he made you do that, unable to control yourself with him. The boost to his ego alone made you worthy of all of his love.

He leaned over you, needing to feel you all over. He pistons into you, groaning against you clinging to him, scratching him up like a wild cat, 

“Fuck, dearest.. I’m-” He lost his breath as you latched onto his neck, biting hard on his jugular, 

The sudden sharp pain was the last straw, he pulled out, pulling away to quickly bringing your thighs together to fuck out his seed into. He shook as he came, spilling out over your thighs and stomach. He nearly roared from the intensity, shuddering hard, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. 

Wesker stayed like that, fucking your thighs lazily, the aftershocks almost too much for him. His eyes opened and as he looked down at you, this beautiful woman, his very own angel. He sighed content, watching your chest heaved, and tears leak out of your eyes, too lost in your own bliss, and he loved that he was the one who made you feel like that. He would save that mental image too. Engrave it into his soul. 

‘I love you.’ it was on the tip of his tongue, he almost said it. He wanted to, desperately. He collapsed next to you on the bed, watching you lick up his cum from your stomach like a whore, his cock twitch again. 

Fuck, you were perfect.

“Hold on, dearheart, let me get a rag.” 

You watched him get up, watched the way his firm ass jiggled when he walked, the way his back muscles rippled as he moved. He was indeed a beautiful man, a fallen angel. Turning to the window, you noticed the rain stopped, the sky still dark though. Waiting patiently for him to come back, and when he did with warm wet cloth, you let him clean you off. He whispered sweet nothing in your ear, telling you about how perfect you were.

He did like taking care of you, you noted numbly. He tossed the washcloth at the bathroom door, crawling into bed with you. He curled into you, obviously tired, holding you against him as he fell asleep. You were tired too, wanting desperately to fall asleep in his strong arms and have it be okay. 

A quick glance to his alarm clock says it was 3am, it was almost time for you to go. 

“Don’t leave this time.” he mumbles into your hair, pulling you harder against him. 

“Okay. Good night, Alby. “ 

“Good night, my goddess.” He slurred, exhausted after a long day. 

Like always, you waited for him to fall asleep, grateful he was a heavy sleeper. You never charged him extra for the aftersex cuddles. Taking the money from his wallet, you cleaned a bit for him, mostly just placing towels in the hamper, draining the dirty bath water and wiping it out. You searched for your slip, quietly slipping out Albert’s bedroom. Your dress was still damp but you put on anyway, creeping to his front door to find your uncomfortable heels. Slipping those on, you paused before opening the door, sad to leave yet again. 

With a soft sigh, you open the door, slipping out into the cold damp night again. 

[skwigelfskwisgaar]

He could see his breath. Sweden, 1984. Cold winter blanketed everything in white. He was wearing a thick wool sweater his mother picked out for him, knitted in a creamy color to bring out his sparkling blue eyes.

Cold. Numbing cold. And blinding white snow. It pained his eyes. Still he marched on. Pride bloomed in his chest, his heart swelling in joy after he studied for music class and successfully remembered everything they had covered.

It was the first thing he felt. Pride and joy.

Each step he took it brought him closer to home. The snow under his feet gave way easily, promising relief from winter's grasp and the blinding snow.

He had been looking forward to school. He had been such a good student. His mother had promised sweet bread and spiced mead for him to try. He would be like the warriors of Valhalla. Drinking mead, eating a feast of his choice. He was so excited to show her his grade in music class. He finally remembered the terminology and the scale! He struggled with it badly before -

He took a small hand out to turn the doorknob.

Skwisgaar's heart thumped in his chest. He knew where this was going and he screamed at himself to stop before the all too familiar sight played again.

He flung opened the door.

"Momma, I'm home!"

Skwisgaar smiles as the smell of lussekatter rolls fills his nose, and his mom's special stew. He was so happy that she found them a home. She was tired of moving just like he was. Unpacking and packing up was always a hassle.

He quickly took his shoes off and walked over to the kitchen to see Serveta in an apron saying "Kiss the Chef", pulling out the rolls from the tiny oven in the kitchen. She placed them down on a cooling rack before going over to kiss Skwisgaar on the forehead.

"Skwisgaar? I'm in the kitchen!"

... what? The kitchen? It felt like the very day he first saw his mother's very active lifestyle, and not... whatever this was.

A deep confusion set in the adult Skwisgaar's mind. Was this not the day he first walked in on his mother? What was going on?

" So tell me? How was school?"

"I did it! Just like we studied yesterday. I remembered all the words and passed the test in music class." He looked at the table set up and smiled big - his mom had prepped her stew, his sweet rolls were cooling down and she had gotten some fruits and jams to eat afterward. And right in the center was the bottle of spiced mead.

"I knew you would get a passing score. Go and wash up, put your books away, and come down to set the table. Afterwards, we can watch some television."

In his mind, Skwisgaar's confusion gave way to hurt. To anger. To questions he knew the answer to.

Serveta took off the oven mittens she had and began to take off her apron, leaving Skwisgaar to walk up to his room as he hastily put his books away. She had a plain blue dress shirt on with buttons down the front, and a pair of white jeans on. She looked like she walked off one of the American fashion magazines she liked to gawk over in the big market.

" You think I'm going to let you drink your first glass out of a cup? You must be mistaken." Serveta pulled out a set of glass ...teacups? Skwisgaar had seen her and his grandmother use them when drinking glögg around this time of year. The glasses were in a bath of water in a pot in the sink, and as she dried them he noticed it was hot water they had soaked in.

Coming back down, his mother dried her hands and stepped aside as he washed his own hands and quickly set the plates and the glasses down. This was after his first growth spurt, the first of many that made him the tallest member of Dethklok. He remembered how awkward he felt and lacking in grace it all was. Watching how to move himself because his body's new height was changing so frequently, he couldn't keep up and adjust.

"If you're drinking glögg, you're going to do it properly."

"Like you?" Serveta stopped, a questioning look on her face. She responds, "Yes? It's meant to be taken like a tea. Hot and steaming." She takes the mead and sets it in the pot, before finally sitting down.

Skwisgaar paused as Serveta finally took the bottle of mead and poured it into the glasses. Rasing the glass up to her face, she took in a deep breath and blew a bit on the top of the liquid. Passing one of them, he took it, a genuine wonder in his face and touch, never blinking. As if the glass would vanish if he blinked.

As they ate, that pit of anger grew. Fury rose in him. What was this weird ... dream? Nightmare? Deep down, he knew what it was. Quit lying to yourself.

It was the childhood desires he ruthlessly buried in the snow. It was the yearnings of a child that he left behind with her that first time he was forgotten, ignored, accused of being selfish for wanting a mom. For wanting his mom to care. The childish want for companionship from his family that he numbed with each high, each couch he slept on, each step he took away from her and the disasters that befell him and his first few bands in Gothenburg.

Back in the murky glow of the kitchen, dream Skwisgaar asked the strange version of Serveta about her day, as she served food and he tore open a roll, still warm to the touch.

"Traditionally, your grandmother made me wish for something for the first glass of the season."

"I wish this was real. That you actually cared."

Skwisgaar had glued his eyes to his mother before she spoke, now boring holes into the glass in his hands.

"Make a wish, Skwisgaar."

The words came out before he realized what he said.

He looked back up and watched as his small hands poured out the glögg, right into the rolls. "Then I wish you stopped hurting me."

"Oh, Skwisgaar," she replied, back in her normal red strapless dress, "wake up and stop wishing for useless things." He looked at her as she rose, he face disappointed and annoyed. That was the woman he knew.

You're not useless. You were distant, but not useless.

She hands him her glass, before dusting her dress and patting his shoulder. "Then drink mine. I don't need it anymore." She walked away, her heels loud as she took each step away from young dream Skwisgaar.

"Don't you have a wish?" He asked.

"It came true years ago. You are not in my way, anymore."

He drank her glass, as the ache in his chest became less and less until he couldn't hear his heels anymore. All he felt was anger.

Fury.

- - - - -

He jolts as he wakes and tosses the covers off. He touches his chest, his arms and then his head. No sweater, long hair. Adult sized.

After making a mental note to never touch whatever Pickles was handing out last night, he got up and texted his mom to make sure she was fine before he washed his face. It was something his grandma did when she dreamt of him or his mom, before passing away. She'd make an effort to go out and find them, always believing dreams were omens. An old habit he kept.

This burning coal of anger simmered deep in his gut, and he figured that with sleep efrectively ended for the day, he might as well grab his guitar and play.

Isn't that what he did anyways? Just put to song what words could never describe?

His phone flashed.

"Hej, momma."

His mom was calling.

Confused, he picked up regardless.

"Skwisgaar?"

"Hello, stranger. You never text. What's happening, Skwisgaar?" Serveta quipped in her usual way.

It brought relief he didn't know he was seeking to hear her usual tone, her self coming through in unfiltered annoyance. Tension rolled off him. There were some background noises of what he assumed was possibly the lumber mill for firewood, or maybe she was in the city. There was chatter and vehicles and the sound of water.

".... I was checking in to see if you were... uh, if you were okay."

"I was headed to the market. Isn't it... four in the morning where you are?" Huh, so it was.

"I'm ... busy. With recording. And planning... tour stops."

"Skwisgaar, I know when you're lying. You and my mother always reached out when you had odd dreams."

He sighed. The rage was simmering low in his gut bow, not boiling and flowing through him like it did earlier. Oddly enough, Serveta was cooling him down a bit. Was this what moms did? If anything, he only saw how they made his bandmates uncomfortable, at best.

"Am I not allowed to call you anymore, mom?"

"I was not expecting it."

There was a pause. He was always such an awkward person when speaking to his mother. Always the awkward teenager that she let go back in 1988.

"Uh, I'll visit soon. We can make plans later this month."

"...thank you. For asking. And I'll have some glögg and lussekatter ready for you."

"... do you think you could make some of that stew?"

"That was your grandma's recipe. I'll have to search for her recipe book, but I can." With the promise of a visit and the excuse of being needed for Dethklok stuff, he hung up the phone and collected his thoughts.

With plans to visit her at some point in the future, Skwisgaar brushed his hair and grabbed his guitar after he dressed himself.

She may not have been the best mother, but she was his.

Pickles was able to get over his mother. He was able to heal, and finally tell her off. He could maybe do the same. Or at least try to mend things. Maybe it would work out better.

Murderface was able to keep his grandmother happy. Even if it meant spending boatloads on scooters and medical expenses, he could see that Stella did care and appreciated Murderface. She and Rose were tied for most visits - considerably impressive, given her limited mobilty.

Toki had been in contact with Anja on several occasions. He didn't pry on that particular aspect of Toki's home life, but she messaged him frequently. He also made sure that she had access to him with her own Dethphone, although she seemed more confused than thankful for it when the exchange happened.

Nathan had his mother visit him frequently back when they kicked out Magnus. She was the woman who made sure her kid and his friends had food to eat besides beer. She made sure they knew a mother's touch, helping them with chores and being at their first few venues to give them a ride back. It was maddening at first, to him anyways - his mother was rarely around and having one this ... present was stifling. It nearly suffocated him. Over the years, though, he really came to appreciate Rose Explosion.

He left his room, ooting to stop by the kitchen to grab coffee. As it brewed, he pondered on the women who shaped this band, who raised his bandmates.

If they all managed to get along with their mothers, couldn't he?

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How To Assemble Metal Shoe Rack

1. Unpack the Parts and Organize

You should carefully unpack each component before installing your metal shoe rack. Check to see that you have all the parts you need, such as the metal pipes, shelves, screws, connectors, and any extra tools. Ensure that nothing is missing by arranging each component on a spotless area. When it comes time to assemble, this preliminary planning will save you hours of frustration.

2. Read the Instruction Manual How To Assemble Metal Shoe Racks

Examine the instructions included with your Urban Choice metal shoe rack before beginning. You will find detailed instructions in this manual that are particular to the model you are constructing. It will be easier to assemble and less likely to result in errors if you are aware of the procedure previously.

3. Gather Your Tools

It’s a good idea to keep a basic toolbox on available even though some metal shoe racks come with the required equipment, including screwdrivers or Allen wrenches. The following typical tools are often needed:

A screwdriver (Phillips or flat-head)

A rubber mallet (optional, for fitting metal pipes)

A pair of pliers (optional, for tightening connectors)

4. Arrange the Metal Pipes

The positioning of metal pipes is one of the most important aspects in building a metal shoe rack. Metal pipes are commonly utilized in Urban Choice designs as the framework and support. Sort these pipes in the order listed in the instruction manual, making note of which ones will go in the base, sides, and shelves. You can see exactly how the rack will be put together by looking at this layout.

5. Start with the Base

The base of the shoe rack is crucial as it provides stability. Follow these steps:

Connect the metal pipes that form the base using the provided connectors.

Use a rubber mallet if necessary to ensure a snug fit without damaging the pipes.

Before proceeding to the following step, ensure that the base is stable and level.

6. Assemble the Sides

Once the base is assembled, you can move on to the sides:

Attach the vertical metal pipes to the base. These will form the sides of the shoe rack.

Ensure that these pipes are securely fitted into the base connectors to maintain stability.

Double-check that both sides are of equal height and securely attached.

7. Install the Shelves

Next, you will install the shelves:

Depending on the model, shelves may be made of metal mesh or panels. Position the shelves according to the slots or connectors on the vertical pipes.

If the shelves require screws, use a screwdriver to secure them in place.

Ensure each shelf is level and securely attached before adding the next one.

8. Secure the Top Frame

The top frame provides additional stability and completes the structure of the shoe rack:

Attach the top metal pipes to the vertical pipes.

Use connectors and screws as directed in the manual to secure the top frame.

Make sure the entire frame is tight and stable.

9. Tighten All Connections

Once the shoe rack is fully assembled, go through and tighten all the connections:

Check each connector and screw to ensure everything is secure.

Use pliers or a screwdriver to tighten loose parts, ensuring that the rack is stable and can safely hold your shoes.

10. Add Optional Features

Some Urban Choice metal shoe racks come with additional features such as hooks or adjustable feet:

If your model includes these, attach them as per the instructions.

Adjustable feet can help level the rack if it’s placed on an uneven surface.

11. Final Check and Placement

Before you start using your shoe rack, do a final check:

Make sure there is no movement and the rack is stable.

Test each shelf by placing a few pairs of shoes to ensure it can hold the weight.

Once satisfied, place the shoe rack in your desired location.

Maintenance Tips

Regularly check the rack for any loose screws or connections, especially if it holds heavy items.

Clean the metal surfaces with a damp cloth to prevent dust and maintain its appearance.

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How to Choose the Perfect Sliding Door Wardrobe for Your Style and Needs

Understanding Sliding Door Wardrobes

Sliding door wardrobes are a stylish and space-saving solution for organizing your clothing and accessories. Unlike traditional hinged wardrobes, sliding door wardrobes feature doors that glide open horizontally. This design not only maximizes floor space but also adds a sleek, modern look to any room. When choosing a sliding door wardrobe, it's essential to consider your specific needs and the overall aesthetic of your space.

Assessing Your Space Requirements

Before selecting a sliding door wardrobe, assess the available space in your room. Measure the width, height, and depth of the area where you plan to install the wardrobe. Sliding door wardrobes require a clear path for the doors to slide smoothly, so ensure that there’s ample room on either side. Also, consider the room's layout and how the wardrobe will fit with other furniture.

Choosing the Right Material and Finish

Best Price Wardrobes Sliding door wardrobes come in various materials and finishes, each offering different benefits. Common materials include wood, glass, and mirrored panels. Wooden wardrobes provide a classic, warm look and are durable, while glass and mirrored options can make a room feel larger and brighter. For a modern touch, consider high-gloss finishes or frosted glass panels. Match the material and finish to your existing décor for a cohesive look.

Determining Storage Needs

Think about your storage requirements when choosing a sliding door wardrobe. Do you need more hanging space, shelves, or drawers? Many sliding door wardrobes come with customizable interiors, allowing you to adjust the configuration to fit your needs. Consider adding built-in accessories like shoe racks, pull-out trays, or additional shelving to enhance functionality.

Selecting the Right Style

The style of your sliding door wardrobe should complement the overall design of your room. Sliding door wardrobes come in various styles, including minimalist, contemporary, and traditional. If you have a modern home, you might opt for sleek, frameless glass doors. For a more traditional look, wooden doors with detailed finishes can add a touch of elegance. Choose a style that reflects your taste and harmonizes with your room’s décor.

Considering Maintenance and Durability

When investing in a sliding door wardrobe, consider the maintenance and durability of the materials. Glass and mirrored doors are easy to clean but may require regular upkeep to avoid smudges and fingerprints. Wooden doors, on the other hand, may need periodic polishing and care to maintain their appearance. Choose materials that fit your lifestyle and maintenance preferences.

Evaluating Cost and Budget

Sliding door wardrobes come in a wide range of prices, depending on the materials, size, and custom features. Set a budget before shopping and stick to it. Remember that a higher price doesn’t always guarantee better quality. Look for reputable brands and read reviews to ensure you’re getting value for your money. Sometimes, spending a bit more on a well-made wardrobe can be worth it in the long run.

Professional Installation vs. DIY

Decide whether you want to install the sliding door wardrobe yourself or hire a professional. While DIY installation can save money, it requires a certain level of skill and precision. If you’re unsure about handling the installation, hiring a professional ensures that the wardrobe is fitted correctly and functions smoothly. Professional installation can also provide peace of mind and prevent potential issues.

Conclusion

Choosing the perfect sliding door wardrobe involves considering your space, style preferences, and storage needs. By assessing these factors and selecting the right materials and features, you can find a wardrobe that not only enhances your room’s aesthetics but also meets your practical requirements. Take your time to explore your options and make an informed decision to achieve a wardrobe that complements your home and lifestyle.

Blog Sources: https://bestpricewardrobes.wordpress.com/2024/09/13/how-to-choose-the-perfect-sliding-door-wardrobe-for-your-style-and-needs/

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Wing Closet Hanger

Protect your precious clothes with the wing closet hanger by Wing Hangers. It is the ultimate space and money saver thanks to its patented dual hooks at the top and bottom, 10 loops on both wings for multiple hangings, swivel, and flat constructions. Made of sturdy ABS plastic, It is lightweight, compact, and great for travel. Visit our website to buy the wing closet hanger online.

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Closet Organizer

 Closet Organizer: A Handmade Approach to Maximizing Your Space

Introduction

A well-organized closet is not only a pleasure to use but also a reflection of an organized mind. However, achieving a clutter-free and efficient closet can sometimes feel overwhelming. Enter the closet organizer—a tool designed to bring order and functionality to your storage space. In this handmade article, we’ll explore creative, practical, and personalized approaches to closet organization that you can craft yourself.

1. Understanding the Need for a Closet Organizer

A closet organizer is essential for several reasons:

- Maximizes Space: Effective organization utilizes every inch of available space, allowing you to store more items neatly and accessibly.

- Enhances Efficiency: An organized closet makes it easier to find what you need quickly, saving you time and reducing stress.

- Promotes Maintenance: Keeping your closet organized encourages you to maintain order and avoid clutter in the long run.

2. Handmade Closet Organizer Ideas

Creating a handmade closet organizer can be both satisfying and practical. Here are some DIY ideas to get you started:

a. Adjustable Shelf Dividers

Materials Needed:

- Cardboard or foam board

- Fabric or decorative paper (optional)

- Scissors

- Glue or tape

Instructions:

1. Measure Your Shelves: Determine the width and height of your closet shelves where the dividers will go.

2. Cut the Dividers: Cut the cardboard or foam board into strips according to your measurements.

3. Decorate (Optional): Cover the dividers with fabric or decorative paper for a personalized touch.

4. Assemble: Use glue or tape to fix the dividers in place on your shelves. Adjust them as needed to fit your storage needs.

b. Hanging Organizer for Accessories

Materials Needed:

- A sturdy fabric (like canvas or felt)

- Velcro strips or hooks

- Sewing machine or needle and thread

- Ruler and chalk

Instructions:

1. Cut the Fabric: Measure and cut the fabric into the desired size, ensuring it will fit your closet rod or hook.

2. Sew Pockets: Sew multiple pockets of varying sizes onto the fabric to hold accessories, shoes, or small items.

3. Attach Velcro or Hooks: Sew or stick Velcro strips or hooks to the top of the fabric to hang it securely in your closet.

4. Hang and Organize: Hang the organizer in your closet and start arranging your accessories.

c. Customizable Drawer Inserts

Materials Needed:

- Wooden or cardboard sheets

- Ruler

- Saw or scissors

- Wood glue (if using wood)

Instructions:

1. Measure Your Drawers: Determine the dimensions of your drawer and how many compartments you want.

2. Cut the Inserts: Cut the wood or cardboard into the required sizes for your drawer inserts.

3. Assemble: Assemble the inserts inside the drawer using glue or by slotting them together. Adjust the size and shape of the compartments to suit your needs.

4. Place and Organize: Place the inserts in the drawer and organize your items accordingly.

d. Over-the-Door Rack

Materials Needed:

- Wooden or metal rack

- Screws or adhesive hooks

- Paint (optional)

- Tools for installation

Instructions:

1. Choose a Rack: Select a rack that fits over your closet door and suits your organizational needs (e.g., for shoes, bags, or hats).

2. Paint (Optional): Paint or decorate the rack to match your closet decor.

3. Install: Attach the rack to the door using screws or adhesive hooks.

4. Organize: Use the rack to store items that are frequently used or need easy access.

3. Tips for Effective Closet Organization

- Categorize Items: Group similar items together (e.g., shoes with shoes, shirts with shirts) for easier access.

- Use Clear Containers: Transparent bins help you see what’s inside without having to open them.

- Label Everything: Labels on shelves, bins, and drawers ensure everything has its place and is easily found.

- Regularly Declutter: Periodically go through your closet to remove items you no longer need or use.

4. Troubleshooting Common Issues

- Limited Space: If space is an issue, consider using vertical space with hanging organizers or stacking bins.

- Cluttered Appearance: Avoid overloading shelves and drawers. Keep only what you use and love.

- Difficult Access: For deep shelves or high-up areas, use pull-out baskets or extendable rods for easier reach.

Conclusion

Purchasing a closet organizer can transform your closet from a chaotic space into a functional haven. By crafting your own organizers, you not only customize the solution to fit your specific needs but also add a personal touch to your storage space. Whether you opt for adjustable dividers, hanging organizers, or drawer inserts, the key to an effective closet organization lies in creativity and regular maintenance. Embrace the process and enjoy a more organized and efficient closet!

This article provides a step-by-step guide for crafting various closet organizers and emphasizes the benefits of personalized, handmade solutions for effective space management.

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Maximize Your Space with Our Style Quotient Hinged Wardrobe Designs

In the quest to make the most of every square inch in your home, hinged wardrobes offer a timeless and practical solution. Despite the evolution of various wardrobe designs, hinged wardrobes remain a popular choice for their classic appeal and functional advantages.

If you’re looking to maximize your space while maintaining a high style quotient, here’s how hinged wardrobe designs can help you achieve both.

Classic and Functional Design

Hinged wardrobes feature doors that swing open on hinges, providing easy access to the entire interior of the wardrobe. This traditional design is ideal for rooms where space is not constrained by the need for sliding doors. The classic hinged wardrobe offers a wide range of styles and finishes, making it a versatile choice for various interior decors. Its straightforward design ensures that every corner of the wardrobe is accessible, making it easier to organize and retrieve items.

Customizable Interior Layout

One of the standout features of hinged wardrobes is their customizable interior layout. With hinged wardrobes, you have the freedom to design the inside according to your specific storage needs. Incorporate adjustable shelves, hanging rods at different heights, and built-in drawers to create a tailored storage solution. This flexibility allows you to maximize the use of space, whether you need extra room for shoes, accessories, or folded clothes.

Space-Saving Solutions

While hinged wardrobes require additional space for door clearance, they can be designed to optimize storage efficiency. Consider including floor-to-ceiling cabinets that utilize vertical space effectively. Adding built-in accessories like pull-out racks, tie and belt organizers, and pull-down hanging rods can help you make the most of the available space. Hinged wardrobes also offer the opportunity to include full-length mirrors on the doors, which can make your room appear larger and brighter.

Stylish Design Options

Hinged wardrobes come in a variety of styles that can enhance the aesthetic appeal of your room. Choose from different finishes such as wood, high-gloss laminate, or glass to match your interior design. For a sleek and modern look, opt for minimalist designs with clean lines and subtle hardware. If you prefer a more traditional or classic style, consider ornate handles, detailed moldings, and rich wood finishes. Hinged wardrobes can be customized to reflect your style and complement the overall decor of your home.

Integrated Lighting

Integrating lighting into your hinged wardrobe design can significantly enhance its functionality and visual appeal. Consider installing LED strip lights or built-in spotlights to illuminate the interior of the wardrobe. Good lighting not only makes it easier to find items but also adds a touch of elegance to your wardrobe. Proper lighting can highlight the design features of the wardrobe and create a luxurious feel.

Multi-Functional Features

Maximize the usability of your hinged wardrobe by incorporating multi-functional features. For example, include a fold-out ironing board or a built-in bench to provide additional convenience. Some hinged wardrobes come with integrated charging stations or USB ports, allowing you to charge electronic devices while keeping them organized. By adding these practical elements, you can enhance the functionality of your wardrobe and make it more adaptable to your lifestyle.

Seamless Integration with Room Design

Hinged wardrobes can be seamlessly integrated into the overall design of your room. Opt for designs that blend with the existing decor or make a bold statement as a focal point. Custom-painted doors or matching wallpaper can help the wardrobe blend into the background, while contrasting finishes can create a striking visual effect. Hinged wardrobes can also be built into alcoves or recesses to maximize space and create a more cohesive look.

Durable and Low-maintenance

Hinged wardrobes are known for their durability and low maintenance requirements. High-quality materials and craftsmanship ensure that hinged doors operate smoothly and withstand daily use. Unlike sliding doors, which may require track maintenance, hinged wardrobes typically involve fewer moving parts and are easier to keep in good condition. Choose materials that are resistant to scratches and stains to ensure longevity and easy upkeep.

Affordable Customization

Hinged wardrobes offer a range of customization options at various price points. Whether you’re looking for a budget-friendly, affordable wardrobe or a high-end design, hinged wardrobe can be tailored to fit your budget and style preferences. By working with a designer or selecting modular components, you can achieve a personalized wardrobe that meets your storage needs without overspending.

Lecco Cucina: Elevate Your Space with Stylish Hinged Wardrobes

At Lecco Cucina, the best wardrobe designers in Bangalore,  we understand that a wardrobe is more than just a storage solution—it’s a key element of your home’s design. Our hinged wardrobe designs combine functionality with high style, offering a range of customizable options to fit your space and taste. From elegant finishes to practical features, Lecco Cucina’s hinged wardrobes are designed to maximize your space while enhancing your home’s aesthetic appeal.

Discover how our stylish hinged wardrobes can transform your room and provide the perfect blend of form and function. Visit our experience centres explore our collection and elevate your space with Lecco Cucina’s expertly crafted wardrobes.

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Top Metal Shoe Racks for Small Spaces.

Living in a tiny place creates unique organizational issues, particularly when it comes to shoe storage. Shoes that are not properly stored can rapidly become a source of clutter. Whether you have a small entryway, a small bedroom, or restricted closet space, finding an effective shoe storage solution is crucial. A metal shoe rack is not only solid and durable, but it also gives a modern touch to any room. In this post, we will look at the best metal shoe racks for tiny spaces and how they may help you keep your home organized and tidy.

Why Should You Choose a Metal Shoe Rack?

Choosing the correct material for a metal shoe rack is critical, and metal has various advantages: • Metal shoe racks are durable and can hold numerous pairs without bending or breaking. • Metal shoe racks' simplistic design complements a range of décor types, including modern and industrial. • Metal racks feature narrow profiles, making them perfect for tiny spaces. • Versatility: These racks can be used in various locations of the home, such as entryways, closets, and bedrooms.

Top Features to Look For

When selecting the best metal shoe rack for your small space, consider the following features:

Size and Dimensions: Measure your available space to ensure the rack will fit. Look for compact designs that make the most of vertical space.

Capacity: Consider how many pairs of shoes you need to store. Some racks are designed for a specific number of shoes, while others offer adjustable shelves for added flexibility.

Ease of Assembly: Choose racks that are easy to assemble, especially if you’re not particularly handy with tools.

Stability: Ensure the rack has a sturdy base and non-slip feet to prevent it from tipping over.

Aesthetics: Select a design that complements your room's décor.

Best Metal Shoe Racks for Small Spaces

Here are some top metal shoe racks that are perfect for small spaces:

1.  Three-tier metal shoe rack.

This basic but effective 3-tier shoe rack is ideal for small spaces. With a thin profile and the capacity to carry up to nine pairs of shoes, it's a great alternative for entryways or closets. The open design provides for simple access to your footwear, while the metal construction ensures durability.

2. Stackable Metal Shoe Rack.

A stackable metal shoe rack is an excellent choice for individuals who require additional versatility. Begin with one unit, then add more as needed. The stackable design allows you to easily alter your storage space without taking up too much room. Each unit normally carries about six pairs of shoes.

3. Metal shoe rack mounted over the door.

If you have limited floor space, consider an over-the-door metal shoe rack. These racks can store up to 12 pairs of shoes, keeping them off the floor and saving up valuable space. The metal hooks are robust and fit securely over most conventional doors, making it a simple and effective solution.

4. Wall-mounted metal shoe rack. A wall-mounted metal shoe rack is an excellent modern and space-saving alternative. It keeps your shoes organized and off the floor while also giving your room a stylish appeal. These racks come in a variety of sizes and can be placed at varying heights, making them ideal for tiny areas.

Tips for Maximizing Space

Vertical Storage: Maximize vertical space by choosing taller racks or stackable units.

Under-Bed Storage: If floor space is limited, consider storing less frequently used shoes under the bed in a metal shoe rack designed for this purpose.

Multi-Functional Furniture: Look for furniture that doubles as storage, such as a bench with a built-in metal shoe rack.

Conclusion

A metal shoe rack is a must-have for anyone living in a small space. It offers a durable, stylish, and efficient way to keep your footwear organized without taking up too much room. Whether you opt for a compact 3-tier rack, a versatile stackable option, or a space-saving wall-mounted design, there’s a metal shoe rack to suit your needs. Invest in one today and enjoy a clutter-free, organized home.

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20 Inch SAVA Z1 Carbon Folding Bike 20 Speed

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 T800 Carbon Fiber Frame: The foldable Carbon fiber frame provides the folding bikes with a structure that is uniquely strong and Lightweight. This is an extremely versatile folding bike because with its folding frame, stem, pedals and saddle, it was made for even the smallest of storage spaces without tools: Take it with you when you go on vacation; for trips to your office and park it right next to your chair, or store it at home next to the shoe rack without inconvenience.

Equipped with the 4700 20-Speed Gear System & Hydraulic Brakes: The 4700 front derailleur and rear derailleur feature crisp, fast shifting and has a low profile design that protects it from damage. With the Hydraulic brake, you got great stopping power combined with high reliability right at your fingertips.

The Cricket Quickly and Easily Folds for Storage and Transport: Perfect for taking on a bus or train on your commute or stashing it in your apartment.

Easy to Adjust: While only 20 inches the carbon portable folding bicycle is suitable for almost all heights because you can easily adjust the height of the seat for your own needs.

Easy to Assemble: The Cricket Folding Bike is almost completely pre-assembled before packing and shipping.

Technical Specifications

Product Model:20″ Carbon Fiber Folding Bike.

Wheel Size:20 inch

Net weight:about 10kg/22lbs

Color:Black Orange/Black Red / Black blue

Frame:20″carbon folding frame

Fork:Carbon Front Fork

Handlebar:Aluminum, 560*25.4*9 degree

Stem:Folding head tube, stem: 300MM, Bend: 10 degree

Headset:1-1/8″ 28.6*41.8*52*39.8mm

Shift lever:SHIMANO Shift lever, SL-4700, TIAGRA, 2*10 speed

Front Derailleur:SHIMANO FD-4700, TIAGRA, 10-speed

Rear Derailleur:SHIMANO Rear Deailleur, RD-4700, TIAGRA, GS 10-speed

Brakes:oil brake, F/R1000 R/L1700

Freewheel:HR10-10 11-28T,10S,Cassette Sprockets,N:Nickel

Chainwheel:PROWHEEL DESIRE-621-TT-1 53/39T*170 10S

Chain:KMC X10 /GY/BR/110L/PPO, Brown

Seat post:Sand BK, water drop type 580mm (Adjustable)

Pedals:Folding Pedals for free

Rim:Aluminium, 20”*24H*14G

Tires:CST, 20*1.75 30 TPI

Accessories:Multi Assemble tools, User Manual.

Package Size:1370*220*750

Max User Weight: 220 lbs.

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From Tiny Apartment to Chic Closet: Maximizing Style in Limited Space in Dubai

Living in Dubai, with its vibrant lifestyle and dynamic energy, means embracing the art of maximizing space, especially if you call a compact apartment home. A cluttered closet can be a major source of stress, but fear not! Closets Unlimited, a leading provider of Furniture Wardrobe Dubai, Abu Dhabi, UAE offers solutions that transform tiny apartments into stylish sanctuaries. This blog will guide you through innovative ideas and practical strategies to create a closet that reflects your unique style without sacrificing precious square footage.

The key to mastering a small space lies in smart design and functional storage. Furniture Wardrobe Dubai, Abu Dhabi, UAE by Closets Unlimited not only offers beautiful aesthetics but also prioritizes functionality. Instead of bulky, freestanding wardrobes, consider bespoke, built-in solutions that utilize every inch of your space. With Closets Unlimited's expert team and wide range of materials, you can design a custom wardrobe that blends seamlessly with your existing decor, making the most of your available space.

Imagine a wardrobe that doubles as a beautiful piece of furniture, showcasing your curated collection while offering practical organization. Closets Unlimited understands the need for stylish and functional storage solutions. Wardrobe Dubai, Abu Dhabi, UAE can be tailored to your specific needs, whether you prioritize maximizing hanging space, incorporating drawers for folded items, or creating dedicated sections for accessories. Let's explore how to turn a tiny apartment into a sanctuary of style, one organized closet at a time.

Embrace Verticality: Reaching New Heights

In a small space, going vertical is your best friend. Think tall cabinets, shelves that reach the ceiling, and multi-level hanging rods. Closets Unlimited offers a range of vertical solutions to maximize your closet's potential. Utilize every inch of vertical space by implementing these clever strategies:

High shelves: Store items you use less frequently on shelves near the ceiling, freeing up lower shelves for everyday essentials.

Double hanging rods: Maximize hanging space by installing a second rod above the first, allowing you to hang twice the amount of clothing.

Shelving system: Consider adjustable shelves that can be configured to suit your needs, accommodating items of various sizes.

Streamline Your Wardrobe: Declutter with Confidence

The first step to a functional and stylish closet is a decluttering ritual. Let go of anything you don't wear, love, or need. Follow these steps for a mindful decluttering experience:

Try everything on: Be honest with yourself about what fits, what flatters, and what truly sparks joy.

Create a "maybe" pile: Items you're unsure about can be placed in a separate bag. Revisit these items in a few weeks and assess if you actually miss them.

Donate or sell: Give items you've decided to part with to charity or sell them online or at consignment stores.

Smart Storage: Making the Most of Every Corner

Once you've decluttered, it's time to implement smart storage solutions. Closets Unlimited can help you create a closet that is as beautiful as it is organized:

Shoe shelves: Keep your shoes neatly organized and off the floor with tiered shoe shelves. Closets Unlimited offers various styles, from open shelves to enclosed cabinets.

Drawer dividers: Utilize drawer space efficiently with dividers that separate items like socks, underwear, and t-shirts.

Tie and belt racks: Keep your accessories neatly organized and within easy reach with dedicated racks for ties, belts, and scarves.

Jewelry organizers: Invest in a jewelry organizer with compartments and hooks to keep your precious pieces safe and easy to find.

The Power of Visual Appeal: Creating a Closet You Love

A well-organized closet doesn't have to be boring. Closets Unlimited understands the importance of adding personal touches to your space. Consider these ideas to create a closet that reflects your style:

Lighting: Good lighting is essential for any closet. Install energy-efficient LED lights to brighten up the space and make it easier to see your clothes.

Mirrors: Mirrors are a great way to create the illusion of more space and add a touch of glamour to your closet.

Color and Pattern: Don't be afraid to add some personality to your closet with colorful bins, patterned wallpaper, or decorative accents.

With Closets Unlimited, transforming your small apartment closet into a chic and organized sanctuary is achievable. Furniture Wardrobe Dubai, Abu Dhabi, UAE offers not just storage solutions but a personalized approach to design. By embracing verticality, decluttering with confidence, and implementing smart storage solutions, you can create a closet that works for your unique needs and style. Remember, a well-organized closet reflects your personal style and a haven for your belongings. Closets Unlimited is here to help you create a closet you love, one organized inch at a time.