#soft pillow

[caprin-fishie]

She cannot move for she is too comfy

[bienliving]

Cloud Nine Sleep Awaits: Discover Our Soft Pillows at Bien Living

Craving a blissful night’s sleep? Dive into a world of luxurious softness with Bien Living’s curated collection of pillows! We offer a variety of fillings and materials designed to cradle your head in pure comfort. From down-alternative clouds to plush microfiber havens, find the perfect soft pillow to lull you into a peaceful slumber. Shop online and enjoy the convenience of detailed descriptions, size options, and hassle-free returns. Don’t settle for another restless night — discover your perfect soft pillow at Bien Living today and wake up feeling refreshed! Shop Now: https://bienliving.com/collections/buy-pillows-online

[sleephavenchoice]

Sleeping Soundly: Top Picks for the Best Mattress in India

A good night's sleep is essential for overall health and well-being, and the right mattress plays a crucial role in achieving that. With numerous options available in the market, finding the best mattress in India can be a daunting task. From memory foam to spring mattresses, each type offers unique features catering to different sleep preferences. To help you make an informed decision, we've curated a list of top picks for the best mattresses in India.

[markethighs]

Elevate your home décor with these eye-catching square pillows featuring vibrant animal prints. Available in a range of sizes (14"x14", 16"x16", 18"x18", 20"x20"), they're perfect for adding personality and style to any room.

Made with premium materials for long-lasting comfort and beauty:

Soft 100% polyester cover provides a luxurious feel. Plush 100% polyester pillow insert ensures optimal comfort and support. Double-sided printing showcases the stunning animal design from both sides. Concealed zipper for a clean, finished look.

More than just a pillow, it's a statement piece:

Transform your living room into a cozy haven with a playful animal print. Add a touch of whimsy to your bedroom with a unique design. Create a personalized atmosphere that reflects your style.

Available in a variety of sizes to match your needs:

14"x14" (35.56cm x 35.56cm): Ideal for accenting armchairs, ottomans, or children's rooms. 16"x16" (40.64cm x 40.64cm): Perfect for standard couches, loveseats, or adding a pop of color to your bed. 18"x18" (45.72cm x 45.72cm): Great for larger sofas, sectionals, or creating a statement on your bed. 20"x20" (50.80cm x 50.80cm): Make a bold statement on your bed, oversized armchair, or living room floor.

Order yours today and add a touch of fun and personality to your home!

[http-lo]

always sleepy gf 🤝 bf who loves to use her holes while she sleeps

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, in a diary entry dated 5 February 1904 featured in Virginia Woolf: The Complete Collection

[theorginalcryptidfilth]

I don’t know if I have weird taste or if this is saying something but, nothing beats curling up on a soft blanket and cuddling a fluffy body pillow.

[phantom-shell]

Vampworld Finn!! He tends to bring pillows he finds in abandoned homes back to the tank. He can't fall asleep at ALL without a pile- Thus, the pillow corner was created.

Pt.1, Next

[yuist4r]

[cubbihue]

Does Timmy have any regrets about becoming a fairy? Does he ever wish he never done it? Or at least wait until he was older?

The closest Timmy's ever gotten to wishing he had never done it was when his wings were growing out. He immediately felt guilt when he remembered about Peri. Timmy doesn't believe in having regrets. The only way through is forward, and the only way out is up!

If presented with a redo, Timmy would do it all over in a heartbeat.

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[milkcioccolato]

DAD MAUL! DAD MAUL! DAD MAUL!

I had this sitting unfinished for like 3 weeks, and yesterday night I couldn’t sleep, so I finished it🤣

[running-with-kn1ves]

Satin Pillows To Cry On

CW: coercion with money, age gap(7 yrs), transactional marriage, obsessive/yandere behavior

gn! reader

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You’ve got nothing else, no one else to rely on. 

‘You’re something he bought to keep from growing old.” 

Your clothes are worth small countries. Your cars stacked in 3-level garages. Diamonds, emeralds, pearls hanging from your wrists and ears, satchels made of endangered animal skins, different shoes for each day of the year. 

Your boyfriend of three years spat at your feet when you told him what you were doing. 

“His money can’t love you, not like I can.”

The wedding was only two months away when you broke up with him, told him you couldn’t live in his broke-down apartment anymore, that you couldn’t live with debt trailing wherever you went. You went so far as to make him hate you, to tell him that you never wanted to see him again, that you never loved him, that he better not bother showing up to the wedding. You didn’t want him there, you never wanted to see him again. 

“You’re lying to me; he’s making you say these things, he’s using you against me! You’ve known him what-- two seconds, and you’re going to marry this man?! He’s nearly a decade older than you!” 

Seven years of an age gap or not, he was still a thousand times more independent, wealthy, and a safer choice than your boyfriend. You weren’t some fresh college student new to the world, you had graduated over two years ago, still finding no luck in getting a stable income-- forget about whether or not it was in the field of your degree. 

You left in a single day, fitting all of your scavanged belongings into one of your fiance’s awaiting cars. You left anything worth of value with your ex-boyfriend, knowing he’d find more use out of it than you would. You would even leave the rest of your things there if he could find use for them, but you knew they’d just be one more painful reminder of your betrayal. 

He did as you said, not showing up to your wedding, staying clear, never appearing in your line of sight since the day you left. It made it easier…. For both of you that way. 

And now you were happy-- well, maybe not happy, maybe not even content, but you were… safe. You had everything you needed: a working car, a stable job that you felt productive in, a clean and comforting house to come home to, a spouse. Sure, maybe you didn’t get your new job yourself, or your house or your car-- but did that really matter, in this economy? Who wouldn’t trade their life and their independence for this kind of wealth?

And your husband… he wasn’t all bad. He might have only wanted you for the sake of having you at first, like a new jewel or the latest technological invention. But he was doting and caring in his own way. Maybe just a tiny bit too invested in you, in your schedule and who you talked to. A little too hateful towards your ex-boyfriend, the one who had you before he could. But everyone had character flaws, and on good days you could distract him from his grumpy mood and stress and obsessive behaviors by being the loving and oh so perfect spouse you had trained yourself to be ever since he asked to marry you. 

“Colder than all that gold…” You repeated in your mind, the words your family whispered to each other at your wedding reception only a few feet away from you. 

That was over six months now, though… the honeymoon phase never existed, you rarely saw your husband except for his midnight appearances back from the office, and whenever he would whisk you away for a weekend vacation to savor the time he had with you. For someone more sophisticated, much wealthier, and dare you say handsomer than the average man-- you were surprised to find he didn’t have a line of divorces behind him. 

No; he said, he had been “waiting for you.” whether  you or he knew it, he understood right from the moment of meeting you that you were the one he’d have for the rest of his life, even if it killed him. That severity… scared you. But in a sick sense, it made you feel relieved. Forever? This could be yours, forever? Your family would never have to struggle again, you would never have to worry where your next meal came from?

“I cleared your schedule until tuesday; we’re going to the isles. A mini vacation, you might call it. Get your things.”

He was cold, that was for sure. But, was he any worse than your ex-boyfriend, especially when he was offering you an expensive experience on top of that?

“All right..” You acquiesced. 

And now, you lied sunken into the bed feeling his loving, hot breath on your navel. Going so sweetly slow, so oddly and uncharacteristingly lingering with his touches as he gazes into your eyes. You didn’t like this; didn’t like that when he was cherishing you, making love to you, holding you so intimately, he was appearing… like a husband should. Where did he get the nerve to ignore you everyday, to have hardly any time for you, only to come back and beg for your love when it was convenient for him? 

But you keep your mouth shut, like you should, if you want to keep eating breakfast in bed, keep wearing silk robes while watching the view of the ocean outside your window.

“So beautiful…you’re like a work of art, the kind no amount of money can buy.” 

That was funny, hilarious even. Enough so to make you cry. 

A familiar face passes by the slightly ajar door to distract you, likely one of the housekeepers leaving for the night. But you swear the man’s figure reminds you of someone from your past, someone you loved and left for good. 

Your husband brings back your attention by placing a gentle kiss to your temple, blindly undoing the clasp of the necklace he bought you.

“I’m so lucky… so lucky to have been the one to catch you, forever. No one could’ve done it, not without what I have.”

He wanted you to kiss and caress back, but sometimes lying still was just enough. It was enough for him to witness you, basking in the glow of everything you wore from him, lying in the Egyptian cotton sheets he paid extra for, your body molded to the diet his personal chefs cooked. 

Even as he pushed a knee between your legs, traveling from your navel to your stomach with open-mouthed sucks and kisses in the rawest form of affection, you couldn’t help but turn your face deep into the pillow. So soft, the soft purple shielding your eyes from his tender gaze.

You might’ve given up love, given up everything familiar and those who you’ve cared for-- but at least you had satin pillows to cry on, and the finest jewelry to wipe your tears with. 

[sleephavenchoice]

Decoding Comfort: Discovering the Best Mattress in India

The best mattress in India, when it comes to ensuring a good night's sleep, nothing plays a more pivotal role than your choice of mattress. In a country as diverse as India, where climate, culture, and individual preferences vary widely, finding the best mattress can be a daunting task. However, with the right information and guidance, you can decode comfort and discover the perfect mattress tailored to your needs.

[theempress00]

Having her breathing heavily after I've fingered and made her cum, panting with her body still trembling.

"You did such a good job princess"

Then making her suck on my fingers and taste herself while I play with her hair and caress her soft body

[aroaceleovaldez]

underappreciated Nico detail that I like - he seems to be an angry crier! very frequently he's angry when he cries and he cries when he's extremely angry. very AuDHD of him. emotional regulation sucks my guy and he's just going through it.

[blighted-lights]

@holographic-mars has me thinking about them,,, agh.