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isekai and in over my head.

chapter three │ there's no wiki for this.

it starts with you waking up in what might be a coma, probably isn't a otome game, and is definitely not your life. It ends with five dangerously attractive men forming an unofficial committee to keep you alive, loved, and under constant emotional surveillance.

ABOUT │ 2.3 k words. f!reader x 5 Li (non-romantic so far). slice of life.

TAGS │ isekai. for shits and giggles. flirting. banter. fluff. survivors guilt.

NOTE: wow. absolutely wow. i went in to this not expecting anything. just writing for my own sanity. and the fact that you guys love it this much? fuck this community is amazing. thank you sm for the support!

INDEX │ chapter one ✧ chapter two ✧ chapter three ✧

chapter three │ there's no wiki for this.

THE DOOR CLICKED...shut behind Tara with a chirpy, “Rest up!” and the second her footsteps faded down the hall, I dropped the smile I’d been holding like a tray of drinks that had overstayed its welcome.

One beat.

Two.

Then I doubled forward, bracing my hands on my knees, and let out a noise I can only describe as part whimper, part wheeze, part this-can’t-be-happening-to-me.

Because I’d done it.

I had successfully faked normalcy long enough to be left alone.

And now—I was alone.

In an apartment I didn’t recognize but was apparently mine. Sleek. Immaculately organized. Suspiciously dust-free. The kind of place that came scented like bergamot and quiet breakdowns. Stainless steel accents. Dimmable lights. Not a single dish in the sink.

I was standing in someone else’s life.

Someone composed. Someone capable. Someone who didn’t show up to their interdimensional apocalypse wearing bloodstained pants and one sock.

I stumbled over to the coffee table—real wood, glass top, coasters no one ever used—and collapsed onto the couch like a marionette whose strings had just been very politely severed.

A framed photo on the sideboard caught my eye.

I blinked at it. Once. Twice.

It took three full seconds to realize I was in it.

Me. Smiling. Positioned neatly between Caleb and Zayne. All of us laughing like we shared inside jokes and complicated history and the occasional brush with death.

Which, sure, might’ve been sweet—if it weren’t borderline existentially catastrophic.

Because I didn’t belong in that photo. Didn’t belong in this apartment. Didn’t belong in this story.

Not with them. Not here. Not like this.

I grabbed a throw pillow and clutched it like a life preserver. The silence pressed in, thick and padded, the kind that didn’t care how close I was to falling apart.

My legs wouldn’t stop twitching. My heart kept thudding like it was trying to get ahead of something. I couldn’t breathe without noticing how weird breathing had become.

I wasn’t panicking. Not yet.

But the runway was cleared. Engines on. Takeoff imminent.

I leaned forward, pulled the pillow tighter, and muttered, “Okay. Okay. Let’s think.”

Which was optimistic, really—considering half my brain was still screaming about Zayne’s jawline and the other half was building an isekai survival flowchart using crayons and fear.

I shifted the pillow to my lap and reached for the notepad I’d found earlier—tucked beside the bookshelf like a secret. Cream pages. Gilded edges. It looked far too expensive to be defiled by my nonsense.

Naturally, I grabbed a pen and got to work.

The Isekai Disaster Log. Title at the top. Underlined. Bold. Possibly cursed.

Step One: Identify Method of Entry. – Truck-kun? No. – Fell into a book? Also no. – Video game glitch? Closer… but there was no dramatic boss fight screen-suck. – Summoned by higher power? Still pending.

I tapped the pen against my lips, trying not to think about how unhinged this all looked—sitting cross-legged in someone else’s apartment (mine, technically, fictionally), scribbling genre tropes like a conspiracy theorist with a soft spot for K-dramas.

Because that’s what I was, wasn’t I? A placeholder. In high-waisted pants.

Next Section: Potential Exit Routes. – Defeat final boss → unlock return. – Earn true love → reset cycle. – Regain original body → body-swap reversal. – Die → classic dramatic reset (not ideal). – Confess truth → universe implodes?

That last one I underlined three times. Then drew a skull. Then a frowny face. It made me feel slightly better.

I tossed the pen aside and flopped backward into the cushions, arms flung wide like a swooning opera widow. The ceiling stared back—matte, pale, too sleek to be real. Probably had hidden heating vents and mood lighting triggered by emotional instability.

I blinked.

“Okay,” I said to no one. “Let’s say this is an isekai. Let’s say I got pulled into the body of the character I’ve played for years. Let’s say I’ve overwritten her like some cursed save file from hell.”

I sat up again—faster than necessary—and seized the notepad like it had personally offended me.

New Heading: Ethical Implications. – I stole her life. – I stole her wardrobe. – I stole her contact list, her unread messages, and—oh my god—I stole her men. – Her SSRs. – Her entire romance arc with the most devoted, animated, emotionally generous love interests ever coded.

I scrawled across the page: I AM THE PROBLEM. IT’S ME.

Taylor Swift would be ashamed.

Some small, rational part of me whispered, It’s not like you meant to. You didn’t hit “Steal MC Identity” in the settings menu.

But that part was quickly drowned out by a louder, nastier voice—one that sounded suspiciously like the YouTube comment section under a spoilery reaction video:

You’re ruining the canon. They loved her, not you. You’re breaking the story. You’re just a fan with access.

My throat tightened.

I reached for the water bottle on the counter, then stopped. It wasn’t mine. Nothing in here was mine. Not the framed photos. Not the notes in my inbox. Not the half-unwrapped gift on the kitchen island with a tag that read:

Don’t open until tomorrow – C.

I didn’t even know if C was Caleb or someone else entirely.

The guilt settled in my chest like a paperweight—heavy, cold, polished by years of fandom, lore, and longing.

I was a reader who’d fallen into the game.

But I wasn’t supposed to edit it. I was supposed to cheer from the sidelines. Cry when the confession finally happened. Not be the one getting tackled mid-battle by Caleb or scanned under sexy-doctor scrutiny by Zayne.

I pressed both palms to my face.

What if I couldn’t leave? What if this wasn’t temporary?

What if I was stuck here forever—playing the part of a woman who had earned every bit of love this world gave her, while I just flinched every time someone touched my shoulder?

My hands dropped. I stared at the notepad.

Pages torn. Corners dog-eared. Ink smudged by my own uncertainty.

A new plan began to form.

Not an exit strategy. That wasn’t coming anytime soon.

But a coping mechanism. A survival guide. A soft reboot.

If I couldn’t leave—if I was here for the long haul—then I would be so nice. So harmless. So deeply inoffensive that if the real MC ever came back, she’d look at my log of wholesome side quests and say: Wow. You really took care of my save file.

I nodded to myself. Out loud.

“I’ll smile more,” I told the wall. “I’ll bake muffins for Caleb, even if I nearly die turning on a space-age oven.”

And above all?

I would say nothing.

Not one syllable. Not a single whisper about who I really was.

Because this world had rules.

And I had read enough manhwa to know exactly what happens when you break them.

Best-case scenario? Narrative collapse. Worst-case? A tear in reality. Everyone dies. Caleb cries. The End.

So I was going to be good.

Like, really good.

I was going to smile at everyone like I’d graduated top of my class at the Hunter’s Association Charm Academy. I’d say things like “great teamwork” and “thank you for your service�� with such radiant sincerity that even Zayne would log it as medically viable.

I’d become the kind of woman people described as “so lovely” and “just a joy” and maybe even “strangely polite given the circumstances.”

With that sacred vow in place, I folded the notepad shut, gave a resolute little nod, and stood.

Immediately tripping over my own foot on the way to the sink.

Because grace, it seemed, was not included in my starter kit.

Still, I rinsed my face. Brushed out the knots in my hair with something called an ionizing detangler. Changed into a pair of sweatpants I prayed were actually mine and not something the real MC had once emotionally bonded with. Every motion was deliberate. Precise. Good girl on her best behavior.

I was going to pass for normal if it killed me.

Which, frankly, it still might.

Then came the knock.

Soft. Polite. Almost apologetic.

I froze mid-sip from a pastel mug that read: Hunters Do It Better.

One gentle knock. Then another.

A beat. Then—

“Your lights are still on.”

The voice was deep. Calm. The kind of voice you’d hear during a power outage and just trust. Familiar, too—like velvet cut with steel.

I crept toward the door like it might bite.

Then—

“It’s Xavier.”

My entire soul left the chat.

No. No-no-no-no—

Because Caleb and Zayne coexisting in the same timeline made sense.

But Xavier?

The quiet, lethal swordsman with the voice of a lullaby and a gaze that could skewer you into next week?

That meant—

Oh god.

That meant they were all here. All of them.

Not spaced out by chapter unlocks. Not split across plot branches. All. Together. In canon proximity.

I flung the door open more out of panic than purpose.

Xavier stood there like a moodboard come to life—hoodie sleeves pushed to his forearms, hair slightly tousled, expression unreadable. One hand in his pocket. The other holding—

A thermos.

He blinked, slow and unbothered.

“I saw your lights.”

I nodded. Then realized I was nodding like a socially anxious bobblehead and stopped.

“I—yeah. Lights.” I cleared my throat. “They’re… on.”

Another blink. Another pause.

Then, tilting his head just slightly:

“You okay?”

Which, to be fair, was a complicated question.

Physically? Fine. Mentally? A patchwork quilt of anime tropes and impostor syndrome. Spiritually? Somewhere between “lost in a cutscene” and “actively dodging God’s gaze.”

“I’m great,” I lied. “Perfect, even.”

He gave a small nod—slow, deliberate, as if filing the answer away in a database for later review.

Then he held out the thermos.

“Chamomile.”

My brain short-circuited.

Because nothing in the romance route prep guides—nothing in the character notes or fandom wikis or fan-translated interviews—had ever warned me about this.

Not quiet night visits. Not sleep tea. Not the soft weight of care wrapped in a mundane gesture.

“Oh,” I said, brilliant as ever. “Thanks. That’s… nice.”

“I can stay.”

He said it without drama. Without loaded meaning. Just a simple, solid offer, like staying was something people just did when they noticed someone might need it.

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

Then, very, very dramatically—

Shut the door.

Because this world didn’t make sense.

Because if Xavier was here, calm and lethal and handing out herbal tea like it was standard field protocol—

Then Sylus might be next.

And Rafayel.

And if that happened?

I really would die. Right there. On canon soil. Of romance-induced heart failure.

From the other side of the door, his voice came again—low, steady, perfectly calm.

“If you change your mind…”

I didn’t answer.

Just leaned my forehead against the cool wood and whispered, half to myself, half to the devs:

“Fucking hell, InFold. Are you trying to murder me?”

I stayed like that for a while.

Just breathing.

Forehead pressed to a door that had no idea how high the stakes were. That didn’t care about timelines or fan theories or character routes or the logistical nightmare of making muffins in a kitchen where you didn’t recognize the knives.

The air on the other side stayed still.

Eventually, footsteps.

Not angry. Not impatient. Just quiet.

Xavier didn’t wait for permission. He didn’t knock again. He simply left—offering space like someone who understood the weight of silence and had no desire to fill it.

Which was kind, really.

And also maddening.

I peeled myself off the door like a sticker someone had given up on and slumped back into the living room, thermos still in hand. The tea was warm—floral, faintly sweet. It tasted like a lullaby I hadn’t earned.

I sank into the couch and stared at the ceiling.

Plain. Elegant. Ambivalent to my suffering.

“I’m in a dating sim,” I muttered.

It wasn’t a revelation. More like a Google Maps reroute: You are here, even though I’d known for hours because nothing around me had changed. Except here, the landscape was made of heartbreak rendered in high definition, elite military uniforms, and a doctor who looked like the human embodiment of a soft-focus lens.

And they were all in love.

Not with me.

But with her.

The one who belonged. The real MC.

I looked down at my hand—the same hand Caleb had held, Zayne had examined, Xavier had offered tea to—and curled it slowly into a fist.

“I didn’t ask for this,” I whispered. “But I have it.”

So maybe I couldn’t fix it. Maybe I couldn’t undo the weird narrative tumbleweed that rolled me into this story. Or explain why no one could see through me. Or how I’d managed to fall face-first into the Super Bowl of boyfriend content without so much as a strategy guide.

But I could survive it.

One kind gesture at a time.

I would become the world’s politest interloper. The most considerate impostor. The human equivalent of a please and thank you wrapped in seasonally appropriate gift wrap.

I would make muffins. I would compliment everything. I would be so pathologically nice that if the universe did collapse, it would at least whisper, thank you for your service on the way out.

And I would say nothing.

Not to Caleb. Not to Zayne. Not to Xavier. Not to Sylus or Rafayel or anyone else who might appear in this dimension like it was just another Tuesday.

No world-breaking honesty. No selfish confessions. Just saintlike patience, passive support, and possibly chamomile-induced enlightenment.

“Okay,” I exhaled.

I curled into the corner of the couch, clutching the thermos like it held divine answers.

Lights still on. Ceiling still boring. Tea still warm.

“I can do this.”

Beat.

“I think.”

To be continued...

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Roommate!Hesh

Hello friends. This is my first actual lil piece of writing I’m posting (in this fandom, on this account lol). I’m debating turning it into a full fledged fic, so if you’re intrigued by that I’d love to know! Not to abase myself or anything, but my writing is quite mid lmfao, I just enjoy my silly thoughts n ideas so here you go :)

•1k+ words, SFW, could possibly be read as some slight stalker-ish behavior if you squint, but nothing actually dark like that! The man is just down bad :(

You weren’t exactly sold on living with a stranger yet. Especially not some army guy, but you had little choice.

Desperately needing a roommate after moving to Santa Monica, a friend mentioning a friend of theirs who has a brother. A brother who happens to be looking for a roommate too.

You trusted your friends judgement enough to pursue the recommendation. Figuring that living with a special forces soldier could either be pleasantly uneventful, or a dumpster fire, based on what you knew of the type.

But David, or Hesh as everyone reportedly calls him, was decent. Clean, respectful, kind when he toured you around the apartment. The near boyish charm that laced itself between his heavy presence may have caught your attention.

But a fling, especially with a new roommate, was not what you needed.

Your room was smaller than his, but having gotten to the apartment second to him, you understood first come first served. You just enjoyed the in-unit washer and dryer and stainless steel appliances, if you were being honest.

The apprehension you had, the hang ups of starting a new chapter, moving in with someone you only just met through a friend of a friend, started to dissipate sooner than anticipated. Instead filled in by a dull surprise.

Hesh worked pretty often, but even when he wasn’t around, it’s as if he were still there.

His section of chores always finished, some of yours even started or done completely for you. You asked him about it after divvying up the household responsibilities, making sure you weren’t confused.

But he insisted it was “no biggie”, he’d just found himself taking the trash out on his way to work. Tidying the kitchen up after he got home in the middle of the night and cooked himself an impossibly late dinner.

Said dinner he left in the fridge the next morning, a sticky note on top explaining that you should finish it up so it doesn’t go bad.

Leftovers usually kept for days though, didn’t they?

His boots by the front door, the smell of his aftershave somehow lingering everywhere throughout the apartment, his hat left in the bathroom and the goddamned coasters that he insisted be used around the living room.

When he wasn’t there, it felt like he was. A ghost permeating the walls. His broad frame, tall and wide, voice deep, green eyes that somehow always landed on you when he was near. They weren’t quite unsettling eyes, they were penetrating. As if he could see what lie inside you, too.

But when he was there, it felt almost arresting. Interrupting. You barely knew him, only lived with him for a few weeks.

But you weren’t sure whether you could tell if it even felt that way anymore.

Anything he bought, you were free to use or eat. Was he just that nice? Your old roommates wouldn’t let you touch their things with a 10 foot pole. But what was his seemed to be yours in a way, too.

You chalked it up to him being an eldest child. But you weren’t merely being treated like a younger sibling.

Your Netflix subscription ended and you didnt want to spend the money to renew it, but it didn’t matter because Hesh had Netflix too. Which meant you had it.

Hesh had every kind of household tool one could need in his toolbox, which meant that you had them now too.

Except you couldn’t use them. Because he’d fix whatever you needed. Hang up any picture frame of yours on your wall as you started to decorate your space. And you merely let him, somehow unable to insist that you could indeed, handle it.

It was only natural when he’d asked if you wanted breakfast one morning, explaining that he made too much food. Too much of your favorite food. Or when he not so subtly watched how you made your tea, filing it away in his brain so he could bring you a cup one day when you were sick in bed.

And then some cough drops. And soup. And cold medicine.

Maybe you felt a bit like a guest at a bed and breakfast, or maybe he was just raised decently.

When the washing machine broke, he took a look at it before you could even bring it up to him, was he listening to you in the laundry room? Hard to say. Fixed it so you could do your loads of laundry.

But not before letting you borrow a t-shirt of his, since all your clothes were dirty, of course. You’d obviously have to wash the one you had on, too.

You thought you were surely screwed when your car broke down outside of work one day. But when you texted Hesh and asked if he knew of a good mechanic. he was, naturally, already in the area just running errands.

So he took a look at your car while you stood to the side and watched. Making a point not to watch his biceps flex around the ring of his t-shirt sleeve, or the way he brushed the sweat off his forehead.

Surely you were paying attention to his explanation of the drive belt in your car being too wore out, and not the way his fatigues stretched over the meat of his thighs.

Why was he in his work uniform if he was just running errands? You didn’t think about it very much.

Your job had been stressing you so much, and it appeared something like second nature for him to wrap you into a hug, rubbing his hand up and down your back, murmuring things that seemed too dulcet for a roommate of hardly even a month to soothe you with. Even though it helped.

He was always there, his magnetism suffocating. But not in the way that two hands might feel around your neck. But in the way the sunshine feels beating down on you. The way you feel tipsy before feeling fully drunk, charged but blissful.

Pleasantly inescapable.

You didn’t really stop to fully question his comforts though, not when he made you a cup of tea and put a movie on in the living room, sitting a bit too close to you.

Not that you minded of course, considering you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder.

And what kind of roommate would he be if he didn’t pick you up and tote you off to your bedroom? He knew you were half awake, and you knew he knew, but it didn’t matter.

With one arm hooked under your knees and the other around your back, your face that didn’t need to be pressed to his chest, it just didn’t matter.

Because what kind of roommate would he be if he didn’t lay you in your bed and cover you up, setting your alarms on your phone so you’d wake up the following morning?

How did he know your passcode? How did he know exactly what alarms you set?

It didn’t really matter to you after he kissed your head goodnight.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

"Two strangers, not strangers

Only lacking the knowing

So willing, feeling

Infinite growing

While we're here, the whole world is turning

We should be, one, fulfilling the yearning

You can see inside me, will you come inside me

Do you wanna ride, inside my love"

Trina Broussard— "Inside my Love"

A.N.: Content Warning. Smut ahead. Grown folks only. 18+.

Celeste's left hand jerked out wildly to flip on the light switch inside her home. The cottage lit up with a bright pink glow from her vintage stained-glass Tiffany lamps. Her legs were still wrapped around Terry's hips. She climbed down his tree-trunk body and stepped aside, letting him swagger past the threshold of her home. A black baby grand piano that belonged to a deceased aunt had bags of feathers, beads, unfinished patches, and sequins strewn all across it, making the front of the place look messy and disheveled.

"I'll just move these into the other room where they belong," she said.

Terry looked past her into the living room. A smirk crinkled his lips. Celeste looked over her shoulder.

"Oh my, God. I'm so sorry that you see that…give me a second…"

She hurried past him to pick up the ten-inch dildo left in the middle of the floor with the camera set up.

"I know this looks weird…shit…shit…" she sputtered, frantically pulling up the dildo that released with a loud suction pop from the wooden floor. She gathered up the bottle of lube, pillows and dumped them into her sewing room.

Terry took a seat on the recliner end of her purple leather sectional that took up most of the space in the living room right after the baby grand. He watched her pick up the pillows and a sheet, tossing them into her bedroom. She walked back out with her hands on top of her head, embarrassed beyond measure.

"That looked bad…I know."

"Well, you're single now. Looks like you planned a fun night for yourself," he said.

The playfulness of his voice relaxed her, and she pointed toward her kitchen.

"I'll make us those hot drinks," she said, grabbing his bag of leftover food and scampering off.

"Take your time," he called out.

Celeste put his food in the fridge and pulled out a container of half and half. She rested her hands on the kitchen sink and closed her eyes. The shame! She browbeat her own self for not straightening out the living room before she left. Of course, she hadn't planned on inviting him over. Time to save face.

She poured water into a stainless steel percolator and opened a tin of chicory coffee from Café Du Monde, then poured a measured scoop into the coffee filter. After it started bubbling, she grabbed two coffee mugs from her cupboard and prepared their drinks with half and half and a couple of sugar cubes.

"Get it together…pretend the dildo never happened," she whispered to herself before carrying the mugs out into the living room.

She set their coffee down on two coasters and sat demurely next to him. Her locs flowed over her shoulders, giving her a regal appearance.

"Your home is very eclectic…feels cozy too," he said, surveying her taste in vibrant, colorful decorations.

She filled her walls with Mardi Gras feathers and personal beadwork that she mounted on frames, along with pictures of mid-century carnival second lines and jazz funerals. There were whimsical art nouveau pieces from specialty shops around town she purchased of stain-glassed butterflies and Black fairies. French doors that led to the small courtyard out back stayed hidden behind saffron double-laced drapes that her grandmother made for her.

She jumped up and dimmed the setting on the lamp lights. Her purse sat on top of the baby grand. She checked the front door lock to make sure it was secure.

"Your phone kept buzzing in your purse," he said.

He'd lifted his coffee mug and puckered his lips to blow the hot steam away from the drink. Celeste rummaged through her purse and pulled out her cell. Mercy and Nae Nae had both responded to the group text she sent out. She ran her fingertip across the keypad, letting them know he was in her home having coffee. Three green chat bubbles danced on the screen as Mercy typed back something.

YOU BROUGHT THAT MAN HOME WITH YOU?!

Celeste glanced at Terry who sipped his drink and surveyed the surroundings like it was a museum installation. Her artsy style always impressed visitors, especially with the limited space a cottage afforded her. She typed a quick message back.

I'LL LET Y'ALL KNOW HOW THINGS GO IN CASE I NEED THE CAVALRY!

Celeste carried her silenced phone back to the couch and placed it on a side table. She joined Terry and savored the coffee after a pleasant outing.

"This is very good. A nice way to end the evening with you," he said.

She fretted in her seat, wondering how to salvage the poor impression she made on him. He reached over and stroked her arm.

"Are you still thinking about the sex toy on the floor?"

Celeste's head slumped forward, and he laughed again, the rich baritone filling up her home and taking the tension out of her shoulders. Those emerald eyes worked their magic again like they did in the restaurant, driving her to spill out her life in intimate ways she'd never do with anyone else on a first date.

"I can explain—"

"You don't have to."

"I want to."

She tucked a thick loc behind one ear and left his side for a second and retrieved the plantation pictures from her refrigerator.

Handing them to Terry, she sat next to him again.

"One day I want to buy a home like these. I've been saving money and working two jobs for the last two years. On top of my sewing and hustling extra money, I ventured into online fetish content. I have pretty feet, so…I created a website on a BDSM platform to sell explicit pictures and videos. I filmed my first video tonight…right before you called me out for dinner."

"Okay…is that it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you need a director?"

Celeste cackled and threw a hand over her mouth, and Terry grinned, looking at her legs. He lifted her left foot and tugged at her modest heel.

"I want to see these pretty feet men are paying to see," he teased.

She brushed at his hand, but he already pulled the heel off. He gently massaged her toes through the thigh-high, sheer black stockings and his touch shot ticklish sparks up her leg.

"You stand on your feet all day…working hard to achieve your dream. I'd never judge you for doing something that helps you do that. I think it's sexy. You do have attractive feet, by the way…"

He stared at her foot as he kept kneading out the day through his fingers and she leaned back in the sectional to give him more room to work. She even kicked off the other shoe, and he worked on that tired foot, too.

"You deserve the world, Celeste Profitt," he said.

He kissed each toe of her left foot and inched his soft lips to her ankle and further along her leg until he stopped above the kneecap, just at the junction where the stocking and her uncovered skin met.

"Is this okay?" he asked, waiting for permission to continue.

"Yesss," she hissed, bewitched by those eyes that transformed into something dangerous…predatory.

Was this how the devil tricked Eve inside the Garden of Eden? Not by ripe red apples or promises of wisdom, but jade jewels for eyes that blazed with seduction. His lids nearly closed to mere slits, and the blood in her veins chilled at how viper-like he looked arched across her leg.

The cautious voice of Celeste's cousin rattled in her ear with his warning from the night on Bourbon Street.

"Uh uh…no ma'am. Leave that one alone."

Dangerous.

Sinful.

Unholy.

Her eyes blurred. She looked at Terry as if she'd plunged under water and the liquid distorted her vision. His canine teeth seemed sharper than she remembered them being. He slid his tongue across them and she blinked, thinking the pink lighting in her home played tricks on her.

"Terry…"

He slithered his lips onto her lower inner thigh and pushed her dress up to her hips, revealing her thong underwear. Licking her thigh, the moisture from his tongue soaked through the stocking. Celeste stayed still, afraid to break the spell he had over her.

"May I keep going?" he asked.

"Please," she said, with a quiver in her voice.

He gave the crotch of her thong a delicate kiss with his plush lips, moving higher until the tip of his tongue twirled around her clit. The friction from the thong combined with the pressure of his tongue on her sensitive jewel arched her back high. She palmed his head with both hands, hoping to tether herself. Her vulva swelled with juicy arousal and her inner labia puffed with engorgement. He hooked a finger and slid her thong aside.

"Here is the real meal," he hummed, pushing his mouth into her vulva.

His tongue traced invisible sigils of circular shapes and Celeste watched her pussy slicken his mouth until it glistened with her wetness. He slathered her labia with saliva and dragged his wide, hot tongue along her inner thigh. She yelped when she felt a nip from his teeth on her flesh and then a sharp numbness flooded that area, removing the sting of pain.

He licked her vulva again before feasting on her clit, sucking it with a dexterous mouth that never stopped tasting, teasing, and licking every inch of her pussy.

"You taste so good…the blood…your pussy…so good…" he hummed into her flesh.

Her skin aflame, Celeste let all the exquisite sensations flow through her body. She needed this. Needed this man. Needed his mouth. His tongue. His rough teeth…

Another quick stinging sensation pricked her thigh again, and Terry took his time sucking on that spot and fingering her clit. He plucked at the responsive bud.

"Terry!" she cried out, unable to endure the pleasure of his mouth on her thigh and his fingers playing a symphony on her clit at the same time.

The palm of his huge hand pushed her back down and held her in place.

"Do. Not. Move."

The stern tone forced her into submission. She wanted to obey. Badly. His tongue and lips became savage instruments on her pussy. He pushed her legs back, and she held them for him while he ripped her thong into shreds yanking them off. Her eyes drifted to the ceiling as she noticed the feeling of intoxication taking over her body. It was like being high on exceptional weed or rolling on high-grade ecstasy. Their shadows mingled above her, performing their own sexual dance separate from them.

Terry rose above her, and she could clearly see the heavy erection bulging through his pants. She whimpered at the sight. His shit was big. Gold help her. He lowered his face and kissed her, the taste of her pussy and chicory coffee delicious in her own mouth. She licked her wetness from his lips and he held still to enjoy her tongue's affectionate ministrations.

He maneuvered himself comfortably in the recliner and tugged on her dress.

"Take this off for me," he said. "I want to feel you against me."

Celeste stood and pulled her dress over her head. It tangled in her hair and she fussed with the long locs until she became free, standing before him in her bra and stockings.

"It should be illegal for you to be this sexy," he said, his eyes lifting up and down her shapely physique like an elevator.

He zeroed in on her vulva and licked his lips again.

Celeste unhooked her bra from the back and let it slip down to the floor. Her breasts looked tantalizing in the pink lighting. Terry palmed their fullness and pushed them together. He gently pinched both nipples until they stood like dark cinnamon hard candies. Delectable and sugary sweet.

He engulfed the left nipple and sucked on it, causing it to grow stiffer and more sensitive. She moaned and tilted her head back. The pleasure of his licking and sucking increased her lust for him. She stroked the waves in his hair and he pushed his face between her breasts. Her fullness pleased him because he groaned and spoke her name into her chest, the warm air from his mouth arousing her to a fever pitch. Her pussy throbbed, and he continued sucking and fondling until her legs quaked. She thought she would faint in his arms.

"Beautiful breasts, heavy the way I like them…should I cum on them now, or later?" he asked.

"Later," she said with a breathy moan, wanting to keep him there longer to stretch out her pleasure.

He turned her around and stood. Pushing her locs aside, he kissed the back of her neck and trailed a methodical line down her spine with his tongue, waking up every nerve ending on her back. She whimpered and allowed herself to stay focused on every part of her body that he catered to, like he was priming her for something extraordinary.

He sat on the sectional again and kissed each of her ass cheeks. Afterward, he struck each one with a fully open palm.

"The recoil is crazy," he said.

She turned to face him and lowered her lips for another languid kiss, pleased that every part of her body excited him. Her locs shrouded him in a curtain of thick coiling ropes, reminding her of Medusa trapping an unsuspecting victim who stumbled into her lair. His tranquil eyes stopped her from making contact with his lips. They stared at her in wonder, and she recognized a kindred spirit within them. Yes, there in the center of his pupils, reflected back to her, was a yearning for something more in the world. A longing for another soul to banish the loneliness with true companionship. He was the only legacy of his family, a widower with just an elderly grandmother to care for. Her eyes welled up, and he brushed away her tears with his thumb.

"Why are you crying, beautiful Celeste?"

"I want what you want."

He wrenched his eyes away.

"And what do you think I want?" he asked.

"Someone for yourself. Just like me. When was the last time you had anyone in your life…for a relationship?"

His eyes snapped shut, and he tilted his neck.

"Long enough that I don't care to remember."

"But you want that, right? A chance to have someone of your own again?"

An inner struggle flashed behind those emerald eyes.

"Maybe this was a mistake. I should leave before this goes any further," he said.

"Please…don't leave. I like you and I want you here with me."

He stroked her cheek and pushed his fingers into her locs, tangling them until his hand became lost in the thick forest of hair.

"I like you too…you sweet, sexy…vulnerable woman."

"Vulnerable?"

She rose, and he didn't let go of her hair.

"Your heart is so open…so wide open…and pure. People sense that, and you attract them like a beacon of light in a shadowy world. You can't even see what a safe harbor you are for others. It's why you have so many friends and why so many people gravitate to you…want to be near you."

"Except for people I want to be with," she said, thinking of all the boyfriends she pinned her hopes on over the last five years.

"The one made for you just hasn't arrived yet. You must be patient. Steadfast."

"Maybe you're the one for me."

He pressed the side of his face against her breasts and rested there. She rubbed his hair and hummed a soft, made-up tune until he stood abruptly.

"Terry…don't…don't go," she pleaded.

Her tone kept him from stepping further from her grasp. She threw her arms around his waist and refused to let him go. He circled his arms around her shoulders and they stayed in that position for a long time, listening to each other breathe. Her heart beat out an anxious rhythm and she couldn't stop trembling, fearful he would still walk out on her. He gave her peace. Pleasure. A hope for something better.

"I want you to stay."

Those words must've been the magic key to get him functioning again. Lowering his lips, he kissed her, and his arms instinctively relaxed around her, as if they were always meant to be there.

She pulled away and held both his hands, leading him to her bedroom. Feeling confident in her choice for the night, she lit the large gold votive candles on both of her low, bed-side tables to create a romantic ambiance. She thanked Jesus that she made her bed up after breakfast that morning. The room was in less disarray than the living room. Without trepidation, she unbuttoned his dress shirt and gasped when she revealed the gift that was his chest. The chiseled abdominal V lines looked unreal and she glanced at his eyes to show him how much she appreciated the effort he made to keep his body tight.

Terry slowly pulled off his shirted and kicked off his shoes while Celeste unfastened his leather belt. The thin gold buckle had an intricate square design, and as she unzipped his slacks, he grabbed the back of her neck and smashed his lips against hers, sealing the deal in her bedroom. His tongue snaked into her mouth with such force that she gasped for breath, putting a pause on further actions until she could touch his clothing without her fingers shaking.

A corner of her mind buzzed with a subtle warning, but the rest of her brain worked on autopilot. She might never see this man again, but she was going to enjoy him for as long as he was in her presence. He slipped his pants and underwear down, wiggling his legs free. She helped slide his black dress socks off and willingly dropped to her knees as he gripped his dick and stroked it.

In the candlelight, the girth and length went beyond what she imagined, and the color was also a darker shade with the engorgement of blood. His balls hung like fat, round fruit with a thick, dark brown seam down the middle. His erection had a slightly upward curve and the wide head showed a slit already dripping with pre-cum. Her clit twitched at the sight and she moaned when her pussy throbbed deep within her walls. She touched her vulva and the glossy natural lubrication there caused Terry's nostrils to flair. He sniffed the air and his eyes latched onto hers.

"You want me?" he asked.

"I do."

"Show me."

Celeste gripped the weight of his dick in her hand. Hot, thick, and ready, the veins crossing the sides pulsed and the entire thing felt alive. He thrust the head inside her eager mouth, stuffing it so full of hard dick that she choked on it, gagging until she pulled it out to adjust her ability to handle all of it. He grasped a few of her locs by the root and held her head steady, pushing his erection down her throat again. The gawking sounds she created with his face fucking seemed so shameless in her bedroom. Saliva dripped down her chin and dropped onto her breasts and he pinched one of her nipples to keep her focused on deep-throating him.

She pushed a hand against his stomach to control the depth, and that didn't stop him from fucking her mouth into submission. This is what she wanted. She held her hands against his rock-hard thighs and worked her neck to the best of her abilities. He threw his head back to bark out her name in a heated rush of sound and fury. She took that tiny respite to lick her tongue across the veins on his dick and lifted it so she could tend to his balls. Licking down the seam, she opened her mouth wide to suck on each sack, paying close attention to how sensitive he was between his legs. He accepted her skillful licks on the underside of his dick as she worked her way back to the bulbous tip. She let it sit on her lips and stared up at him.

He reached for her waist before he released any cum, his breath full of heavy pants and moans barely articulating her name clearly. Terry lifted her up, and she locked her legs around his hips again. He crawled onto the bed, carrying her with his dick wedged between her slick folds that spread against his length.

Their shadows mirrored their movement as he dropped her onto the firm mattress, covered in a fluffy orange and pink blanket. Celeste kept her hands draped around his neck. Their lips joined, and they shared slow, deep kisses that had her mouth watering like a river and her pussy constantly throbbing, yearning to be stretched and filled. He reached down to her clit and fingered her slowly. While kissing, her mind spun into a funnel of euphoria. Every stroke on her clit from his thick fingers forced delirious pants from her into his craven mouth.

"Would you like to cum on my fingers, Celeste?" he purred in her ear, dipping his tongue in and out. He licked the shell of her ear and moaned her name like a sacred mantra.

Words failed her as she murmured indecipherable sounds. Two of his fingers dipped lower and plunged into a molten pussy that squelched with his tender, shallow thrusts.

"Tight pussy…" he moaned.

In the candlelight of her bedroom, his eyes shined with an eroticism she didn't know could exist. Every breath she took stayed in synch with his, as if he were orchestrating a love-conquering like some forbidden dark lothario sneaking into a young maiden's boudoir. Her upper half rose from the bed as he fingered her pussy with such care that she couldn't see straight anymore.

"That's a good girl…I love how you squeeze around my fingers like that. Deeper? Is that what you want, my love? Oh, yes…you know how to take it deep…"

He removed his fingers to taste her wetness, and a weak mewling sound fell from her lips. It turned into pitiful whimpering as he returned those thick digits to the center of her being, digging deeper and deeper. Whipping her head back and forth, Celeste couldn't contain the surge of pleasure that coursed under the dermis of her skin and not just the top layer. Whatever he was doing crept into a deeper part of her carnal need. He tapped into something primal.

"Cum for me, Celeste. I want to see you break apart on my fingers. Can you do that for me? Look how beautiful you look jumping on this bed…just for me."

Hunched over her writhing frame, he kept his gorgeous face three inches away from hers and the lustful scrutiny in his eyes burst a damn within her. She broke down and begged for an orgasm.

"Make me cum, Terry! Ohmigod…I can't take any more—"

"Yes, you can. You're a big girl…you can take whatever…I…give…you."

His index and middle finger tapped against her walls, and his thumb rubbed hard circles into her clit. Celeste's eyes rolled back and her body jerked on the bed. Her pussy spasmed all around his fingers.

"Terry!" she wailed.

He pushed his lips against her mouth and swallowed the shouting she couldn't contain. A full body shudder took over, and he talked her through that too, his baritone becoming a lullaby of praise.

"That's my good girl. You lasted longer than you thought you could. Look how proud I am of you. See how hard my dick is? See it? All for you. Your beautiful body still shakes and clenches my fingers. You're wonderful, truly wonderful baby…"

He kissed her from the top of her head and all across her breasts. His moist lips gave butterfly kisses down to her belly button and beyond. Celeste didn't think her body would ever stop shaking. He lingered on her pussy, giving her a loving aftercare with his tongue and mouth. His patient touches brought her down from the explosive orgasm, and she drifted into a comfortable, dreamy state of bliss.

"My beautiful queen," he murmured into her thighs.

Bathed in sweat, Celeste glimpsed the flickering of her shadow on the ceiling from the candlelight. She blinked sweat from her eyes.

Why did it look like her shadow was the only one up there?

She rose onto her elbows, trying to understand what kind of optical illusion she was witnessing, but Terry hooked her attention away from the lone shadow and cuddled with her on the bed.

"I loved watching your face as you came," he said.

Feeling shy and unable to think of anything to say, she rubbed on his bicep and looked at the star and crescent tattoo.

"Are you Muslim?" she said, tracing her index finger under the crescent.

"No."

"But this is a Muslim tattoo."

"It's not. This is actually an old symbol for the sun and the moon. It represents the balance of power that comes from those heavenly bodies."

"Masculine and feminine energy."

"Not exactly, but that is a cool interpretation."

"It's shaped like New Orleans…this crescent is the mighty Mississippi River…the sharp bend in the water that curves around my city like a smile that says bon matin when the sun comes up and…what is that?"

She pointed to the glint of pale iridescent ink that wasn't visible with the naked eye until another form of light struck it above the eight-pointed star. Here, it was the candles on the nightstands. The tattoo turned into a fully closed circle with the star in the center.

"I had a clever tattoo artist experimenting with new ink," he said.

"As above, so below," she said, touching the top part of the circle. "Or…night and day."

She kissed the star on his bicep and studied the features of his face.

"Can you stay with me all night, Terry?"

"I will stay for as long as you want."

She smiled and lifted herself so that she could look directly into his eyes.

"I want to make love with you. I want to feel you inside of me so deep that I cry," she said, her lips trembling with emotion.

He brushed back the hair from her shoulder and rubbed on her hip.

"I will give you everything you want. Ask and you shall receive," he said.

His lips didn't move, but she heard his voice in her head clearly. Succinctly.

"Give me what I want," she said, lying back on the bed.

Terry wasted no time hooking her legs over his arms and settling between her thighs.

"I love how the brown gives way to the delicate pink," he said.

The tip of his dick pressed against her labia, parting them, revealing the inner flesh the color of pink cotton candy surrounded by the chocolaty brown of her vulva. Celeste glanced over at her nightstand drawer, knowing there were condoms inside. In her heightened state, prophylactics were the last thing she cared about. She didn't even ask Terry if he carried any. It didn't matter. Her body floated on a current of biological urges that she couldn't control. The quiet part of her mind latched on to the brown plastic baby on top of the nightstand that she nearly swallowed eating the King Cake two nights ago. Protect your womb. She ignored the warning.

"Look at me, Celeste," he said.

She turned her head and luxuriated in the feel of him holding her. This she would remember as the before time with him, the small window of opportunity to escape that she squandered because of the overpowering persona Terry presented to her. She caved into her libido.

Unprotected heart.

Unprotected sex.

Unprotected soul.

"Say yes," he said above her, those sensual eyes piercing her psyche.

"Yes—"

The world slowed to a crawl.

Terry pushed into her depths and she accepted all of his thickness as a blessing. She clawed at his back and watched the lone shadow dance across her ceiling as tears pricked her eyes and coursed down her cheeks.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened…and I will give you rest," she murmured to her shadow above, not knowing why that passage in the bible slipped from her mouth.

With each stroke Terry gave her, the shape of his dick tugged on her clit, causing Celeste to cry out to God, emphasizing the ecstasy she experienced. Their union shattered any perception she had of what lovemaking could be.

His mouth stayed buried in neck, sucking on it and speaking life into the delirious flesh that submitted to his will. Her bed squeaked and bounced with the headboard smacking the wall so hard she thought for sure they would crash out onto the street.

He leaned back to watch his dick plunge in and out, the ramrod brown parting her labia that fit around him like a second skin for his erection. Her pussy turned into a magician, making that dick disappear and re-appear shinier than her mama's polished silver. The hard heat of it kept her panting and clinging to his arms. Every part of her body, from a single follicle on her scalp to the callous on the bottom of her right foot, felt the rapturous gratification. Full body orgasms washed across her in steady waves until it reached a feverish pitch. Terry sensed the coming explosion and flipped her over onto her stomach. He straddled her thighs, hunkered down, and pounded her pussy. The loud smacks of their bodies colliding added to the intense carnality. He held her neck down, but she could still look back at him with glossy brown eyes that pleaded for him to never stop.

"Fuck me!" she yelled.

Terry's brows furrowed while putting his back into it, and perspiration dripped from his forehead, landing on her back. She could feel it rolling down to the crack of her ass and mingling with her own sweat. Awareness of all sensations grew tenfold. Even his grunts created vibrations she could feel across her skin.

"Celeste!" he roared, bucking harder against her ass, stretching her pussy wide open.

The sound of her name fell onto the back of her neck and burrowed into the raging skin like the tactile sensations of a finger stroking it. Their fucking was outrageous. She reveled in it. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and he kissed her, keeping his stroke game going.

"You feel so good…all around my dick…make me feel you more, baby…I'll give you what you need any time you want it. Hear me? Shit! Right there, right there, right there…lemme hit that spot deeper right there…so fucking tight on this dick!"

She twisted on her side slightly so that he could still see the side of her ass, as well as her breasts. He volleyed those wondrous eyes on her ass and face, not wanting to miss any action on either one. He grabbed a fistful of locs and used them like reins to slow his gyrating thrusts. Agonizingly slow, Terry rolled his hips and varied his hard pumps from deep to shallow, driving her to the edge.

Eyes locked, he spoke five devastating words.

"Can I cum inside you?"

His body moved with sinuous elegance, rocking into her with a heat on the verge of losing control. She clenched her walls around him and he groaned, his lips forming a startled "O" shape. His head fell back, and Celeste watched sensual pleasure twitch every muscle in his cheeks and forehead. He had the face of an angel, and she seared that image of him in her brain forever.

"Lemme cum inside you…please…lemme cum…."

"I want you to cum."

"Tell me…"

"I want you to cum inside me."

"Say it again."

His eyes trapped her. She would do anything he said. Follow him anywhere. Give him anything.

"Cum inside your pussy," she begged.

"All this is mine?"

He tugged on her locs harder.

"Yours…all yours…"

He pushed her left leg over until she was back in missionary. Twining both legs around his hips, she gasped at the friction of her clit brushing against his wiry pubic hairs that were soaked by her wetness. He was so deep inside of her that her stomach moved with each thrust.

"You belong to me now. Do you understand this?"

In the hazy glow of their lovemaking, Celeste nodded. He palmed her breast and fondled it.

"All of this belongs to me. No harm shall come to you as long as you belong to me…"

His words sounded more like an incantation than love talk. She squeezed her pussy to show she had love magic, too.

"Damn, Celeste, I'm 'bout to bust…I can't hold back…"

"Cum for me…please…take this pussy…oh…shit!"

She let go.

Her climax started behind her eyes, watching him seize up and cum, his semen spilling into her, hot and fast, coating her walls, filling her to the brim. Her pussy throbbed, milking his dick, and they both watched the lower part of his erection pulse as it pushed out an elixir that would doom her future.

"Fucckkk!" he shrieked, falling forward and covering her with his big, heavy body.

She held him tight, delighting in every after-climax shiver and shake his body made because of her. Her own body quivered with aftershocks, too.

"You are incredible. I was not expecting all that," he said, falling away from her, panting and rubbing sweat on his chest.

She snuggled against his side and he pulled her in close, both needing to feel their warmth and sweat co-mingling. Unfortunately, her bladder called for attention and she crept away to pee.

Inside her bathroom, she giggled at her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples were still hard and her pussy kept twitching, missing the feel of his dick stuffing it full. This was going to be a problem. Sex that good could become dangerously addictive.

Her face took on a somber expression, thinking about not using a condom. She quickly opened her sink cabinet and pulled out a small box of Plan B. She ripped the box open, popped the pill in her mouth, and used sink water to wash it down. A trip to the clinic would be in order to check for STDs. She was too grown at twenty-seven to be moving ass backwards with her sexual health.

How many times had she told younger cousins to use protection at all times?

Hypocrite.

Celeste grabbed a clean wash cloth from the wall shelf above the toilet and gave herself a quick PTA cleaning. She padded back to her bedroom and lost her breath looking at the fine man lying on his side under the covers waiting for her.

"Hey beautiful," he said, lifting the blanket for her to join him.

Celeste wasted no time climbing in beside her favorite lover.

He spooned around her backside and she noticed something peculiar before she blew out the candles. There were two shadows back on the ceiling again. Hers. And his.

Chapter 7 HERE.

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Eco-friendly gifting options such as reusable bamboo cutlery sets, organic candles, and plantable seed paper notebooks are perfect for environmentally conscious individuals.

6. Gift Hampers and Combo Sets

Beautifully curated gift hampers with chocolates, dry fruits, skincare essentials, or gourmet treats are always a great gifting option.

7. Premium Stainless Steel Gifts

High-quality stainless steel bottle sets, storage containers, and kitchen utility items make for practical and durable gifts.

How to Choose the Perfect Unique Gift Online?

Shopping for unique gifting items online India is exciting but can also be overwhelming. Here are some tips to help you select the best gifts:

1. Understand the Recipient’s Interests

Think about what the recipient loves—whether it’s art, travel, food, or fitness—and choose a gift that aligns with their passion.

2. Consider the Occasion

Different occasions call for different gifts. A wedding gift should be elegant and timeless, while a birthday gift can be fun and personal.

3. Look for Personalization Options

Personalized gifts always add an extra touch of love and uniqueness to your present.

4. Choose High-Quality Products

Make sure the gift is well-made, durable, and of premium quality.

5. Opt for a Reputable Brand

Shopping from a trusted brand like Skitch ensures that you get high-quality gifts that are beautifully packaged and delivered on time.

Why Buy Unique Gifting Items Online India from Skitch?

At Skitch, we understand the importance of giving memorable gifts. Here’s why customers love shopping with us:

✅ Wide Range of Options

From personalized gifts to luxury home decor, we offer a vast collection of unique gifting items.

✅ High-Quality Materials

All our products are crafted using premium materials, ensuring long-lasting durability and style.

✅ Affordable Pricing

We offer the best unique gifting items online India at competitive prices to suit all budgets.

✅ Elegant and Modern Designs

Our gifts are designed to be aesthetically pleasing and trendy, making them perfect for any occasion.

✅ Fast and Secure Online Shopping

With a seamless online shopping experience, you can order gifts easily and have them delivered anywhere in India.

✅ Eco-Friendly Options

We offer a range of sustainable and environmentally friendly gifts for conscious shoppers.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What are the best unique gifts for birthdays?

Personalized gifts, premium home decor, gourmet gift hampers, and stylish accessories make excellent birthday presents.

2. Can I get customized gifts online?

Yes! Skitch offers a variety of personalized gifting options, including engraved and monogrammed products.

3. Are there luxury gifting options available?

Absolutely! We provide high-end gifting items such as stainless steel bar accessories, premium kitchen sets, and handcrafted home decor.

4. Do you offer corporate gifting solutions?

Yes, we provide bulk gifting options for corporate events, employee appreciation, and business gifting.

5. How can I place an order?

Simply visit our website, browse our collection of unique gifting items online India, add your favorite products to the cart, and proceed with secure checkout.

Conclusion

Finding the perfect gift has never been easier with Skitch’s collection of unique gifting items online India. Whether you are celebrating a special occasion, expressing gratitude, or surprising a loved one, our premium-quality and stylish gifts are sure to leave a lasting impression.

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5 Quick Punch Needle Projects for the Weekend

Are you looking for a punch needle project for a fun weekend? You’ve come to the right place. We’ve got some interesting punch needle projects that you can complete in a weekend. The punch needle art is a fantastic way to create beautiful textured designs. You can work on a coaster, or small rug or add textures to a fabric with minimal time investment. In this blog, we’ll walk you through some easy and quick patterns for rug hooking punch needle projects.

Getting Started with Punch Needle Projects for the Weekend

Whether you are new to the craft or have the experience of years, punch needle projects require minimal tools and techniques. Here’s what you’ll need to collect before diving into these weekend-friendly projects.

Punch Needle Tool – Punch needle tools are used for punch needle rug hooking. There are multiple sizes available according to the yarn weight and the texture you would like to create. Choosing The Oxford Punch Needle is a good choice. The ergonomic tools ensure smooth stitching with electro-polished stainless steel needle tips with laser-etched sizes and ergonomic wood handles in natural birchwood and colorful Symfonie wood. Available in regular point and fine point in sizes #8 Fine (½" / 1.27cm Loop), #9 Fine (⅜" / 0.95cm Loop), #10 Fine (¼" / 0.635cm Loop), #13 Fine (³⁄₁₆" / 0.48cm loop) and #14 Fine (⅛” / 0.3175cm tall loop). Choose the appropriate size according to the texture you want to create.

Monk’s Cloth – The foundation of the punch needle rug yarn projects, it is tightly woven for smooth stitching. You can choose precuts and yardage according to your need.

Rug Yarn – Explore the Violet Jane collection, for durability and texture. The 100% wool yarn hand-dyed in solid and variegated shades are variable in rug yarn and fine yarn for all your punch needle projects.

Frame or Hoop – A handy punch needle craft accessory that keeps your fabric taut while working.

Scissors and Marker Pens – Essential for tracing and trimming your design.

Now that you have gathered all supplies, let’s explore five fun and easy punch needle projects! You can get started with free rug hooking patterns or explore the Oxford Company kits that have everything you need in one place.

Sailboat Kit

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Indulge in the coastal vibes with the Sailboat Kit. The perfect weekend project is a great choice for beginners. The kit includes a pre-printed pattern, Monk’s cloth, and the right yarn for rugs. Get ready to bring your nautical scene to life. Use the #10 regular Oxford Punch Needle to add texture and depth to the waves and sails, creating a striking decorative piece for your home. Make it as a chairpad, wall hanging, table decoration, or even a pillow cover.

Pear Kit

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Want to make something fresh and tempting? The Pear Kit offers a delightful fruity 8" x 8" design, perfect for kitchen decor, pillow cover, or chairpad.  Get the right rug yarn in shades to cover the detailing, curved lines and shading and the pattern printed on a 24" x 24" 100% cotton Monk's Cloth. A #10 regular Oxford Punch Needle you can have the tropical delight in just a weekend.

Red Star Kit

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A beginner-friendly punch needle project that allows you practice all skills, the Red Star Kit is ideal for holiday decor or year-round display. Whether you use this as a festive accent or a cozy winter decoration, the deep red tones and symmetrical design make it a striking addition to any space. This also make a great last-minute handmade gift. The kit comes with the rug yarn in shades needed for the design with a #10 regular Oxford Punch Needle for smooth crafting.

Heart Kit (Red)

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If you’re searching for a heartfelt craft, the Heart Kit (Red) is an adorable way to express love through your creativity. This easy-to-follow project is perfect for birthdays, anniversaries, or as a heartfelt gift for a special day. A perfect kit for beginners, this project allows to explore new techniques with a a #10 regular Oxford Punch Needle.

5. Ginkgo Kit

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For the nature lovers, the Ginkgo Kit is a timeless botanical design is perfect for creating a zen-like atmosphere in your home. The organic shapes and delicate curves make this a meditative and enjoyable punch needle project. Be it a wall-hanging, pillow cover, table decoration or anything else, the pattern printed 24" x 24" 100% cotton Monk's Cloth is your canvas.

Punch needle rug hooking projects are a fantastic way to have fun while explore your creativity with creating something meaningful. So, are you ready to get started? Pick your favorite punch needle kit and enjoy a weekend of crafting magic!

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Beat the Heat – Why Zero Sugar Drinks Are Your Summer Superhero

As summer approaches in India, staying hydrated becomes crucial. While traditional beverages often pack high sugar content, no sugar drinks and zero sugar juices are gaining popularity as healthier alternatives for beating the heat. The Indian Council of Medical Research (ICMR) highlights sugar levels in common summer beverages, with traditional drinks like sugarcane juice containing 13-15 grams of sugar per 100 milliliters. This makes no sugar drinks and zero sugar juices particularly attractive for health-conscious consumers.

Making the switch to no sugar drinks and zero sugar juices offers multiple advantages. These benefits include better hydration without unnecessary calories, improved blood sugar control, support for weight management, reduced risk of dental problems, and enhanced nutrient absorption. The absence of added sugars helps maintain stable energy levels throughout the day, particularly important during hot summer months.

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The market for no sugar drinks and zero sugar juices has expanded significantly, offering numerous refreshing choices. Popular options include coconut water, which provides natural electrolytes, and iced green tea with lemon for antioxidant benefits. Other alternatives include cucumber mint cooler for its cooling properties, natural stevia-sweetened lemonade for a classic summer refreshment, and fresh watermelon slush that captures the essence of the season without added sugars.

When it comes to zero-sugar beverages, freshness isn’t just a preference—it’s a game-changer for both taste and nutrition. While making drinks at home, timing and preparation methods significantly impact their quality. Store fresh-pressed juices in airtight glass containers and consume them within 24-48 hours to retain maximum nutritional benefits.

However, not everyone has the time or resources to prepare fresh drinks daily. This is where thoughtfully crafted options like Utopian drinks bridge the gap between convenience and wellness. Their innovative approach to beverage making stands out: zero refined sugar, no artificial preservatives, and no synthetic colors. Instead, they rely on natural extraction methods that preserve the inherent goodness of fruits and herbs.

For those crafting beverages at home, here are expert tips to maximize freshness:

Use glass or stainless steel containers instead of plastic

Store beverages at 4°C or below

Add citrus fruits just before serving to prevent bitterness

Incorporate natural flavor enhancers like mint, basil, or ginger

Choose fruits at peak ripeness for optimal taste and nutrition

What sets premium zero-sugar beverages like Utopian drinks apart is their commitment to maintaining the integrity of natural ingredients. Their cold-pressed juices retain essential vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants that are often lost in conventional processing. By avoiding preservatives and artificial additives, these drinks deliver pure refreshment without compromising on health benefits.

As temperatures rise, choosing no sugar drinks and zero sugar juices becomes increasingly important for maintaining health while staying refreshed. Taste Nature’s Best: Order Your Utopian Zero-Sugar drinks now

Let’s talk about what happens in your brain when you make the switch to zero-sugar drinks – it’s pretty fascinating stuff that goes way beyond just physical health!

You know that afternoon slump that hits you like a ton of bricks? The one where your brain feels foggy and you can barely keep your eyes open? That’s often the sugar crash talking. When you switch to zero-sugar drinks like Utopian Drinks, you’re basically giving your brain a more stable energy supply. Think of it like switching from a roller coaster to a smooth train ride – your mental energy stays consistent throughout the day.

There’s also this incredible sense of mental clarity that comes with cutting out sugar. Regular sugar consumption can actually interfere with memory and learning processes (yeah, who knew?). When you switch to  zero-sugar options, you’re supporting your brain’s natural ability to focus and concentrate. Many people report feeling more alert and mentally sharp within just a few weeks of making the switch.

Here’s another mental benefit that often gets overlooked – emotional stability. Sugar highs and crashes don’t just affect your energy; they can make your mood swing like a pendulum. By choosing zero-sugar drinks, you’re helping to stabilize your blood sugar levels, which in turn helps maintain more consistent moods. This means better emotional regulation and less irritability – your colleagues and family might thank you for this one!

Let’s talk about sleep too, because good mental health is closely tied to quality sleep. Sugar-loaded drinks can interfere with your sleep patterns, especially if consumed later in the day. When you switch to zero-sugar alternatives, you’re more likely to get better quality sleep, which means your brain can properly rest and reset. Better sleep equals better mental performance the next day – it’s a beautiful cycle.

And here’s something really cool – making conscious choices about your drinks can lead to increased mindfulness in other areas of your life. When you start paying attention to what you’re drinking, you become more aware of other daily choices. This increased awareness can lead to better decision-making across all aspects of your life, from work to relationships.

So next time you reach for a zero sugar drink, remember – you’re not just making a choice for your physical health. You’re investing in your mental clarity, emotional stability, and overall cognitive performance. It’s like giving your brain a high-five while keeping your taste buds happy!

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Premium Custom Laser-Engraved Gifts | Etch ‘n’ Shine

Looking for the perfect personalized gift? Etch ‘n’ Shine is your go-to destination in the UK for premium custom laser-engraved gifts. Whether it’s a sentimental keepsake or a corporate gift, our precision-crafted items add a unique touch to every occasion.

Why Choose Etch ‘n’ Shine?

We specialize in turning ordinary items into extraordinary personalized pieces. From wooden keyrings and chopping boards to acrylic, slate, and stainless steel designs, our creations reflect elegance, durability, and expert craftsmanship.

Our Mission

At Etch ‘n’ Shine, we believe every gift tells a story. Our goal is to transform your ideas into beautifully engraved products, ensuring lasting impressions for personal and business use.

Our Collection

Wooden gifts offer timeless appeal. Our engraved keyrings, chopping boards, and plaques are crafted from premium wood, combining durability with a natural touch. Perfect for heartfelt gifts or elegant décor.

Acrylic & glass creations bring a sleek, modern feel. Whether it’s custom signage, awards, or home décor, these designs add sophistication to any space, making them great for weddings or corporate branding.

Slate & stone products provide a rustic charm. Our engraved coasters, nameplates, and gifts maintain the raw beauty of slate while offering a personalized touch, ideal for unique keepsakes.

Metal engraving delivers a bold and polished look. Our stainless steel accessories and business gifts, like custom pens and keyrings, are durable, stylish, and perfect for corporate promotions or personal use.

Perfect for Every Occasion

From birthdays and weddings to business events, Etch ‘n’ Shine offers high-quality, customized gifts to suit every need.

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Discover the art of laser engraving with Etch ‘n’ Shine. Explore our collection and create a gift that truly shines!

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How to Maintain Hotel Furniture to Increase Longevity?

Hotel furniture plays a crucial role in creating a comfortable and luxurious experience for guests. However, maintaining it is essential to ensure its longevity and keep the hotel looking elegant and inviting. Proper care not only enhances the appearance of furniture but also saves money by reducing the need for frequent replacements.

In this blog, we will discuss effective ways to maintain hotel furniture, including cleaning tips, damage prevention, and the importance of choosing high-quality materials.

Choose High-Quality Hotel Furniture Suppliers

The first step in maintaining hotel furniture is selecting high-quality pieces from trusted hotel furniture suppliers. Cheap furniture may seem cost-effective at first, but it tends to wear out quickly, leading to frequent replacements.

When purchasing hotel furniture, keep the following in mind:

Opt for durable materials like solid wood, stainless steel, or high-quality plastic.

Choose stain-resistant and easy-to-clean upholstery.

Look for furniture with a protective finish to resist scratches and moisture damage.

Investing in well-made furniture from reputable hotel furniture suppliers ensures longevity and reduces maintenance costs.

Regular Cleaning and Dusting

Daily cleaning prevents dirt and dust buildup, which can damage furniture over time. Different materials require different cleaning methods:

Wooden furniture – Use a soft, dry cloth for dusting. Occasionally, use a wood polish to maintain shine and prevent cracks.

Upholstered furniture – Vacuum regularly to remove dust and debris. Clean spills immediately to prevent stains.

Metal furniture – Wipe with a damp cloth and mild soap. Avoid harsh chemicals that can cause corrosion.

Glass surfaces – Use a microfiber cloth and a glass cleaner to remove fingerprints and smudges.

Proper cleaning extends the life of the furniture and keeps it looking fresh and inviting.

Protect Furniture from Scratches and Damage

Furniture in hotels is used frequently, increasing the chances of scratches and damage. Taking preventive measures can help maintain its appearance.

Use coasters and placemats on tables to prevent water rings and scratches.

Place felt pads under chair and table legs to avoid scratches on flooring.

Avoid dragging furniture; lift it when moving to prevent damage.

Keep sharp objects away from furniture surfaces to prevent accidental scratches.

By taking these small precautions, hotels can significantly extend the life of their furniture.

Maintain Hotel Chairs for Long-Term Use

Hotel chairs endure constant use, making them prone to wear and tear. Proper maintenance can keep them in excellent condition.

Regularly inspect chair joints for looseness and tighten screws if needed.

Clean fabric chairs with a mild detergent and vacuum frequently.

For wooden chairs, polish them periodically to prevent drying and cracking.

Use chair covers in high-traffic areas to reduce direct wear.

Well-maintained hotel chairs ensure guest comfort and enhance the overall look of the hotel.

Avoid Sunlight and Moisture Exposure

Excessive sunlight and moisture can damage hotel furniture, causing fading, warping, and mold growth. To prevent this:

Place furniture away from direct sunlight or use curtains to block UV rays.

Use dehumidifiers in humid areas to control moisture levels.

Avoid placing furniture near air conditioning vents to prevent drying and cracking.

Proper placement and climate control can help preserve the quality of furniture.

Use Protective Covers and Fabrics

Using protective covers and high-quality fabrics can extend the life of hotel furniture. Consider the following:

Waterproof covers protect furniture from spills and stains.

Leather protectors prevent cracking and discoloration.

Removable fabric covers make cleaning easier and prevent permanent stains.

These protective measures reduce maintenance efforts and keep furniture looking new.

Train Staff on Proper Furniture Care

Hotel staff plays a crucial role in maintaining furniture. Providing training on proper care ensures furniture lasts longer.

Teach staff how to clean different types of furniture safely.

Instruct them to report damages immediately for quick repairs.

Train housekeeping to use appropriate cleaning products.

Well-trained staff can prevent unnecessary damage and extend the life of furniture.

Conduct Regular Inspections and Repairs

Regular inspections help identify minor issues before they turn into major problems. Establish a routine maintenance schedule that includes:

Checking for loose screws, wobbly legs, and damaged upholstery.

Repairing small scratches and dents before they worsen.

Replacing worn-out parts such as chair cushions and table legs.

Timely repairs keep furniture functional and aesthetically pleasing.

Rotate and Rearrange Furniture Periodically

Rotating and rearranging furniture helps distribute wear evenly and prevents certain pieces from wearing out faster than others.

Move chairs and tables around to balance usage.

Swap cushions and mattresses to prevent uneven sagging.

Change furniture placement to reduce sun exposure on specific pieces.

This simple practice ensures that all furniture pieces last longer and maintain their quality.

Choose Easy-to-Maintain Designs

When selecting furniture for hotels, consider designs that are easy to maintain. Some furniture styles require more care than others.

Avoid furniture with intricate carvings that collect dust easily.

Opt for materials that are resistant to stains and water damage.

Choose modular furniture that allows easy replacement of parts.

Easy-to-maintain furniture saves time and effort in daily upkeep.

Use High-Quality Polish and Cleaning Products

Using the right cleaning products prevents damage and enhances the furniture’s appearance.

Use mild, non-abrasive cleaners for wooden furniture.

Apply furniture polish periodically to maintain shine.

Use upholstery-safe cleaners for fabric chairs and sofas.

Avoid using excess water on wood to prevent warping.

Quality cleaning products help maintain furniture without causing damage.

Invest in Professional Cleaning Services

While daily cleaning is essential, professional deep cleaning is necessary for long-term furniture maintenance.

Hire professionals for deep cleaning of upholstered furniture.

Get wooden furniture polished professionally to restore its shine.

Use expert services for carpet and rug cleaning to maintain hygiene.

Professional cleaning services ensure thorough maintenance and prolong furniture life.

Store Extra Furniture Properly

Hotel Room Chairs often have extra furniture for events or seasonal use. Proper storage prevents damage and keeps it in good condition.

Store furniture in a dry, climate-controlled space.

Cover stored furniture with protective sheets to prevent dust buildup.

Avoid stacking heavy furniture to prevent structural damage.

Proper storage ensures that extra furniture remains in good shape when needed.

Budget for Furniture Maintenance and Replacements

Even with the best care, Hotel Dining Table furniture will eventually need repairs or replacements. Hotels should allocate a budget for regular maintenance.

Plan annual furniture inspections and minor repairs.

Set aside funds for upholstery replacements and refinishing.

Replace outdated or heavily damaged furniture to maintain a fresh look.

A planned budget prevents unexpected expenses and ensures continuous upkeep.

Conclusion

Maintaining Hotel Furniture Suppliers is essential for providing a comfortable and luxurious experience for guests. Regular cleaning, proper handling, and preventive measures significantly extend the lifespan of furniture.

By choosing durable furniture from reliable hotel furniture suppliers, protecting hotel chairs from damage, and training staff on proper care, hotels can maintain their furnishings for years. Investing in maintenance not only enhances the hotel’s appearance but also saves money in the long run.

By following these tips, hotel owners and managers can ensure their furniture remains in excellent condition, creating a welcoming and stylish environment for guests.

Also Read:

Furniture Manufacturers in Mumbai 

Furniture Manufacturers in Delhi 

Furniture Manufacturers in Bangalore 

Furniture Manufacturers in Hyderabad 

Furniture Manufacturers in Ahmedabad 

Furniture Manufacturers in Chennai 

Furniture Manufacturers in Kolkata 

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Top 5 Angies India Bar Accessories Every Home Needs

A well-stocked bar is more than fair a collection of drinks; it’s an articulation of fashion, advancement, and neighborliness. Whether you're facilitating an energetic party or getting a charge out of a calm evening, the right bar extras can lift the encounter. Angie India offers a premium run of Bar Accessories that combine usefulness and extravagance, making them must-haves for any home.

Here’s a list of the beat 5 Angie India Bar Accessories that each domestic needs:

1. Rich Barware Sets

No domestic bar is total without an in vogue barware set. Angie India’s barware collections incorporate cocktail shakers, mixing spoons, strainers, and blending glasses, all created with accuracy and high-quality materials. These pieces not as it were offer assistance you get ready drinks like a master but too include a touch of modernity to your bar setup.

Why Select Angie India:

Durable stainless steel or brass finishes.

Elegant plans that complement any decor.

Perfect for both fledglings and experienced mixologists.

2. Extravagance Decanters

A decanter is more than fair a capacity arrangement; it’s a centerpiece for your bar. Angie India offers extravagance decanters made from fine glass with complicated specifying. Whether you’re putting away bourbon, wine, or brandy, these decanters include a discussion of refinement to your domestic bar.

Pro Tip: Match a decanter with coordinating glasses for a cohesive and modern look.

3. Smart Coasters

Protect your furniture in fashion with Angie India’s run of premium coasters. Accessible in materials like marble, wood, and metal, these coasters not as it were serve a viable reason but to improve the generally stylish of your bar.

Features:

Anti-slip bases for stability.

Unique plans to suit diverse topics, from modern to vintage.

Easy to clean and maintain.

4. Enhancing Bottle Holders

Turn your bar into a visual magnum opus with Angie India’s enriching bottle holders. These holders are planned to grandstand your finest bottles whilst keeping them organized. From smooth metal plans to handcrafted wooden pieces, there’s something to suit each style.

Why It’s a Must-Have:

Keeps bottles secure and accessible.

Adds an imaginative touch to your bar.

Makes an extraordinary discussion starter.

5. Premium Glassware

Great drinks merit extraordinary crystal. Angie India’s premium crystal collection incorporates everything from bourbon tumblers and wine glasses to champagne woodwinds and cocktail glasses. Each piece is outlined to improve the drinking involvement, both in terms of taste and aesthetics.

Key Highlights:

Crystal-clear wrap up for elegance.

Ergonomic plans for comfortable handling.

Suitable for all sorts of beverages.

Why Angie India Bar Accessories Are a Must-Have

Angie India combines extravagance, usefulness, and toughness in all their Bar Accessories. With ageless plans and prevalent craftsmanship, these pieces culminate for improving your domestic bar and swing your guests.

Benefits:

Elevate your facilitating game.

Add an individual touch to your bar setup.

Enjoy premium-quality items that last.

Transform your domestic bar into a sumptuous withdrawal with Angie India bar accessories.

Shop Presently for Premium Bar Accessories and bring advancement to each taste!

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