#washing microfiber cloths

[gogonano]

Properly Wash Microfiber Cloths & Towels: An Essential How-To Guide

Microfiber cloths & towels have revolutionized cleaning practices worldwide. Comprising fine synthetic fibers, these cloths are celebrated for their ability to attract and hold dust, dirt, and liquid. Unlike traditional cleaning cloths, microfiber traps particles, ensuring a cleaner, more efficient wipe-down. Given their widespread use in both domestic and professional settings, understanding the proper care and maintenance of microfiber cloths is essential. This article delves into the best practices for washing microfiber cloths and towels, aiming to extend their lifespan and maintain their remarkable cleaning capabilities.

Importance of Proper Washing Techniques

The longevity and effectiveness of microfiber cloths heavily rely on how they are washed and maintained. Incorrect washing techniques can damage the fibers, thereby reducing their efficiency and lifespan. Proper cleaning not only preserves the microfibers but also ensures that they continue to perform at their best. From choosing the right washing method to selecting suitable detergents, this guide offers detailed instructions to ensure that your microfiber cloths remain a dependable cleaning tool.

Preparing Microfiber Cloths for Washing

Hand Washing vs. Machine Washing

Deciding between hand washing and machine washing depends on the condition of the cloths. Hand washing is suitable for lightly soiled cloths and can be gentler on the fibers. In contrast, machine washing is more convenient for heavily soiled or stained cloths, offering a deeper clean.

Hand Washing Microfiber Cloths and Towels

Hand washing microfiber cloths is a simple yet effective way to clean them. Follow these steps:

Begin by shaking the cloth to release any loose dirt.

Fill a basin with cool or warm water. Hot water can damage the fibers, so avoid using it.

Submerge the microfiber cloths in the water. Gently agitate them by hand, focusing on heavily stained areas.

Let the cloths soak for about 15–20 minutes.

After soaking, rinse the cloths thoroughly under running water. Wring out excess water gently, being careful not to stretch the fibers.

Hand washing is ideal for maintaining the integrity of the microfibers, ensuring they continue to effectively trap dirt and debris.

Machine Washing Microfiber Cloths

Machine washing microfiber cloths requires a gentle approach to preserve their cleaning efficacy:

Before washing, shake the cloths to remove excess dirt.

Use cold or warm water. Hot water can damage the microfibers.

Opt for a gentle, fragrance-free detergent. Avoid using fabric softeners or additives that can coat and clog the fibers.

If the cloths have a persistent odor, adding a tablespoon of white vinegar can help neutralize it.

Allow the machine to agitate the cloths for half of the cycle, then pause for a 15–20 minute soak.

Resume and complete the wash cycle.

These steps ensure that the microfibers are cleaned thoroughly without causing damage.

Temperature Settings and Detergent Choices

The ideal washing temperature for microfiber cloths is below 82 degrees Celsius. A mild, low-suds detergent is recommended. Fabric softeners and bleach should be avoided as they can degrade the microfiber’s cleaning ability.

Wash New Microfiber Towels First

It’s essential to wash new microfiber towels before their first use. Manufacturers often apply a silicone coating during production, which can impede the cloth’s ability to absorb liquids effectively. Washing new towels removes this coating, thus unlocking the full potential of the microfibers.

For the inaugural wash, it’s recommended to use a combination of white vinegar and laundry detergent. Add half a cup of white vinegar to the wash water, along with about half the usual amount of laundry detergent. The vinegar plays a crucial role in this process; it helps set the colors, ensuring they remain vibrant and fade less over time. Additionally, vinegar aids in removing any residual substances left from the manufacturing process, such as lint from the weaving.

This initial wash primes the towels for optimal performance. The removal of the silicone coating not only enhances the towels’ absorbency but also ensures that they are ready to tackle cleaning tasks more effectively from their very first use.

How Often to Wash Microfiber Towels

Microfiber cloths and towels should be washed frequently to maintain their cleanliness and effectiveness. If you’re using these towels for light tasks like dusting, they can be used several times before needing a wash. However, for heavier cleaning, such as in kitchens or bathrooms, it’s best to wash them after each use to remove dirt and bacteria.

For personal care or gym use, washing after every use is recommended to maintain hygiene. Consistent washing prevents the buildup of bacteria and odors. Remember to use a gentle detergent and wash according to the guidelines provided earlier in this article. Regular washing not only ensures cleanliness but also maintains the high absorbency and cleaning efficiency of your microfiber towels.

Drying Microfiber Cloths: Air-Drying and Machine Drying

Proper drying of microfiber cloths is as crucial as washing them correctly. There are two effective methods: air-drying and machine drying.

Air-Drying:

After washing, shake out the cloths to remove any excess water.

Hang the cloths in direct sunlight if possible. Sunlight has natural disinfecting properties.

If drying indoors, choose an area with good air circulation.

Machine Drying:

Dry microfiber towels separately from other items.

Before and after drying microfiber cloths, clean the dryer’s lint trap to avoid lint transfer.

Do not use dryer sheets or balls, as they can leave a residue on the microfibers.

Use a low heat or air-dry cycle to prevent damaging the fibers.

Both methods ensure that the cloths dry efficiently without compromising their structure or cleaning ability.

Maintenance Tips for Longevity of Microfiber Cloths

Proper maintenance of microfiber cloths is crucial for maximizing their efficiency and lifespan. Here are essential tips:

After each use, shake the cloth to remove loose debris and rinse it in warm water. This practice helps to dislodge dirt and maintain the cloth’s cleaning effectiveness.

Microfiber is most effective when used with water. If you must use cleaning solutions, opt for mild, non-abrasive options. Harsh chemicals can damage the microfibers and reduce their cleaning ability.

Store microfiber cloths separately from other cleaning materials to avoid cross-contamination and the transfer of lint or debris.

Clean your microfiber cloths regularly to prevent the buildup of dirt and bacteria. Regular cleaning also ensures that the cloths maintain their absorbency and cleaning efficiency.

Do not iron or expose microfiber cloths to high heat sources. Excessive heat can damage the fibers, leading to a loss of effectiveness.

Regularly inspect your microfiber cloths for signs of wear and tear. Replace them if they become overly worn or lose their effectiveness.

Common Mistakes to Avoid When Washing Microfiber Cloths

Ensuring the durability and functionality of microfiber cloths involves avoiding common washing mistakes:

Washing microfiber cloths with cotton or other lint-producing fabrics can lead to lint accumulation on the microfiber surface, reducing its cleaning capability.

Don’t overload the washing machine. Microfiber cloths expand and absorb more water than cotton, requiring more room to agitate and release trapped dirt.

Avoid using hot water as it can damage the microfibers. Stick to cold or warm water for optimal cleaning without causing harm to the cloths.

Steer clear of harsh detergents, fabric softeners, and bleach. These can coat and clog the microfibers, significantly diminishing their effectiveness.

Avoid high heat in the dryer. High temperatures can melt or damage the fibers. Opt for air-drying or low heat settings.

Always shake out the cloths before washing to remove loose debris. This prevents the redistribution of dirt during the wash cycle.

TIPS & TRICKS FOR WASHING MICROFIBER TOWELS

Knowing how to properly wash microfiber towels will help you keep them in good shape for effective cleaning.

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[deen-djarin]

Suds n’ Trunks

Summary: Joel ordered a car washing service…bikini car washing service.

Tags: 18+, No Outbreak!Joel, Cheeky Flirty!Reader, Porn with a sprinkle of plot, Daddy kink, Choking, Joel is a menace and so is reader, Oral (m & f receiving), Unprotected P-in-V, Consensual Creampie

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The sun shone on the perfect suburban streets of Austin, Texas. So hot you could fry an egg if you wanted to. You rolled your windows down, driving down a neighborhood you’re not familiar with, and pulled up at the house that sits in the cul de sac, a dirty- no filthy ford pickup truck parked on its driveway.

This must be the place.

A sigh fell from your lips as you hopped off your car with your supplies in hand; a bucket, sponge, microfiber rag, and various soaps for different parts of the car. The heat was even worse after you’ve left the comfort of your air conditioned car, but the thought of being out of your clothes and soaked in suds and the cool water excites you.

Once you’ve discovered this lucrative market of bored, horny, lonely middle aged suburban guys— eager to see a show, and maybe get their car cleaned as well, you start to do this gig every summer. The money is good plus these guys tip generously.

Your service by its core is nothing but a mobile car wash, but the carwash is being done by you, clad in a skimpy bikini. c’mon, who wouldn’t want that right?

When you scored your first customer, you became a spectacle for the neighborhood. Your client shamelessly pulls out a lawn chair, having a grand ol’ time “enjoying the sun” as you wash their car. Neighbors walking out their houses mowing their already perfectly trimmed lawn, walking their dogs, cats, and some approached your client for a neighborly talk they probably haven’t had in months.

You’ve gotten the whole neighborhood out of their house basically, then your client list doubles with those people coming over to you and asking to do theirs next. Some cars don't even need washing, but you do them anyway with a smile knowing you’re gonna eat good that night.

Ever since then you decided to do this gig every summer, cheekily naming your little business “Suds ‘n Trunks”.

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You ring the doorbell of the Miller’s residence and step back. You could hear a soft grumble from behind the door before it opened and reveal a scruffy, middle aged, handsome man. your eyes scans him quickly, his hair tousled, his shoulders broad, big arms, big hands, Jesus Christ you want to just-

“Can I help you?”

His gruff, deep, Texan drawl snaps you out of your trance and brings you back to reality.

“Uhm yes, Mr. Miller? you called for a car wash?” You asked him with a sweet voice you come to learn that older men love, it always works like a charm, making them tip you a fat wad of cash— these men just craved attention from a pretty girl, and you’re happy to give that to them.

“Oh..yeah you could uh, it's that one right there,” he motioned to the dirty pickup truck. You give him a smile and nodded, “okay, i’ll go on and get started then.” Joel nodded and shut the door immediately.

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A red Ford bronco sat on his driveway, absolutely covered in filth. You usually don't deal with this much grime, dust, and mud. Granted, most cars you’ve washed barely need a wash, the clients just wanted to see you wet and covered in suds, which you couldn’t really blame them.

You took a breath and started to step out of your tanktop and shorts, revealing the red matching bikini you’re wearing underneath and started to go to work.

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Joel was exhausted after doing several construction projects back to back yesterday, from dawn to the ungodly hours of the night resulting in his beloved truck — Shirley— looking like it had been dragged in the mud…literally.

Joel likes to take care of his things, Shirley is no exception. His free time on the weekends is often spent on his truck in the garage, polishing her to perfection. But after all the hard work he did, just the thought of washing her made his back groan in protest.

So he got the number of your services from his coworkers after they commented on the state of Shirley, a smirk planted on their faces and they kept snickering which Joel found odd, but he was too fed up and exhausted to think twice on booking your services.

Joel grunts as he settles on his couch, his cold bottle of beer in one hand, the tv remote on the other. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table, and turned on the TV.

It's finally his time for him to take his hard-earned relaxation time. which should be easy, but he could hear the annoying sputtering sound of his neighbor’s lawnmower.

That thing needs more oil. He thought to himself as he took a sip of his beer.

Then another sound of a lawnmower sounded from the other side of the house, even more annoying than the first.

What the fuck? Why are they all mowin’ the lawn at the same time? at this hour? he thought.

Then comes the obnoxious yapping of Mr. Thompson's french bulldog and chihuahua.

What the hell is goin’ on? it's a whole ruckus out there.

He groaned, frustrated that the whole neighborhood seems to be against his well deserved relaxing time. He grumbled as he strides towards his window, drawing up the blinds to see what the fuck is going on out there.

His eyes nearly bulged out, blush quickly crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his cock twitching in his pants instantly at the sight.

You, bend over in the hood of his car, wet, covered in suds, in a fucking bikini. He tried to look away, he really did, but the way your hips sways, your ass jiggled, as you scrubbed hard with the caked on mud on his truck— it was hypnotizing.

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“What the hell are ya doin’?”

The sight of Joel's furrowed brow as he stared at you in your revealing outfit was a mix of disapproval and desire. Your sweet smile remained as you answered his question, "Mr. Miller! I'm just washing your car."

His gaze roamed over you, making you shiver with anticipation. "In that?" He grunted, clearly torn between his disgust and arousal. "Well, yes… It's part of my service."

The man stood silent for a moment, his confusion palpable. "Part of your service?"

"Uhm, yeah... It's a bikini car wash service… You didn't know?" you tilted your head, confused.

Joel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "How the hell was I supposed to know?"

"The name is Suds 'n' Trunks," you reminded him softly.

"I know what it's called!" he huffed, clearly frustrated.

Unsure of how to proceed, you hesitated. "So, uhm, you want me to just dress up and go or—"

"No, finish your job," he grumbled, still irritated. Your eyes trailed down to the growing tent in his jeans, confirming the source of his conflicting emotions.

You hid your smirk and purred, "Yes, sir," before returning to your task. The knowledge that you had such a potent effect on him only fueled your desire to please him.

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Your back is even more curved now, ass sticking up more than they should as you washed the side of his truck, knowing Joel is looking– watching you like a hawk while he sits on the porch, a beer in his hand and a cigarette on the other. you turned your head over your shoulder just to give him a small smile, which he returned with his jaw clenching.

You bask under his gaze, your body tingling, giving him the best show you’ve ever given. you squatted as you started to clean the lower part of the truck, your ass jiggle with every hard scrub you give.

The tension between the two of you is palpable, leaving Joel frustrated, he knows damn well you’re taunting him. He’s torn between wanting to yell at you for acting so unprofessional and embarrassing him in front of the watchful eyes of his nosy neighbors— or fucking you against the truck for payback.

He sits there watching you, contemplating on what to do. You gave him another cheeky look over your shoulder and that was it, his last resolve snapped, fuck it.

—

“Careful with her,” he said lowly as he approached you.

You turned your head, batting your eyelashes, “Hm?”

“You’re goin’ too hard on her, just painted that part,” he murmured as he got closer, just right behind you.

“But the mud is really caked on this part,” you told him and went back to scrubbing.

“A-ah, hey,” he tutted and leaned down behind you, his large palms sitting atop of yours “Gentle…easy does it,” he murmured, his hot breath fanned against your ear.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan as you felt his hardness pressed against your thigh. Your hand following his movements, “There we go…there we go, good girl,” he murmured and you swore every part of your body shivered.

“This is gonna take longer to finish, sir,” you murmured, your voice a mere whisper as you turned your head to him.

“I know…but you’re gonna get a bigger reward out of it, how’s that sound hm?” he muttered to your ear before abruptly pulling away from you and sitting back on the porch.

your breath hitched, heartbeat skipping, and the heat between your legs grew hotter. You turned your head towards him to see him sitting back at his porch, his head nodded at you to continue your work, a small smirk curved his lips.

—

You’re halfway done with the truck when his neighbor starts to approach you, a middle aged guy you came to learn named Michael. He’s been clearly hitting on you, and trying to get a closer look on what you’re doing. which usually doesn’t bother you but you could practically feel Joel's watchful eyes boring into your back.

“So you do this for a living?” he asked as he stood a few feet away from you, “It's just a summer gig i do,” you replied with a small smile, keeping the response light.

"Sweet, it's nice seeing a young, beautiful, hard-working woman," he chuckled. Your jaw tensed for a moment before you forced a tight-lipped smile.

"Can you do my car next? It's pretty dirty too," he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. You felt a flush of annoyance, but your eyes met Joel's, who glared disapprovingly from his porch.

"Well, uh..." you hesitated, glancing back at Joel. He shook his head, a clear indication that he didn't want you to entertain Michael's advances. "Sorry, Michael. I'm booked for today... I gotta go somewhere after this."

Michael sighed, "Aw, just my luck," he lamented. "I'll ask Joel for your number, huh? I'll book you as soon as you're free." You chuckled, "Yeah, you go do that."

Michael made his way over to Joel, asking for your number. Joel nodded, but with a grunt, he gave Michael the wrong number. A smirk played on your lips as you returned to your work.

—

After what feels like forever you finally finished with the last drag of your microfiber rag. You let out a sigh and turned around to Joel sauntering his way. “All done Mr. Miller,” you purred.

He looked at his truck, all clean and shiny. A satisfied smirk graced his face, “you did a good job” he praised. “Good enough to get that reward?” you murmured with your head tilted innocently. Joel let out a small chuckle “Mmhm... come on inside and i’ll get it sorted for you, pretty girl.”

Your eyes gleamed with lust and you bit your lip in anticipation as he led you inside his house. The wind hits your wet body, the coolness leaves your nipples even harder, your body tingling with need.

By the time the two of you were inside, Joel’s body was taut, like a spring ready to burst. He couldn’t hold it in anymore, his large palms grab a hold of your wet body and pinned you against his door, you let out a surprised whimper at his sudden actions.

“Been a good girl for me huh? Takin’ care of my truck,” he murmured as he leaned down and his lips grazed your jaw to the skin under your ear. “Been naughty too haven’t you? Tauntin’ me with this sweet ass of yours,” he grabbed your ass and gave it a hard squeeze making you let out a small moan, he pulled you closer, his hard cock pressing against your wet bikini bottoms.

You couldn’t help but grind your hips against him, needy and desperate for friction, eliciting a small moan from you and a groan from him. “What do you have to say about that huh? Pretty girl?,” he muttered and nibbled on your earlobe, “I’m sorry sir” you panted softly.

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be that sorry,” he chuckled lowly, his voice gravely and his accent was thicker than before “Think I would have to punish you… you thought it was funny huh? Makin’ me hard as a rock with those fucking neighbors watchin’?” he growled to your ear and slapped your ass, you whimpered and jolted forwards.

“I’m sorry sir..please don't punish me,” you whined and bit your lip. “You’re sorry huh? Go on, pretty thing, show me how sorry you are,” he murmured. You didn't need to be told twice, you fell to your knees, eyes wide as you looked up to his face, hands deftly undoing his belt and jeans and pulling it down along with his boxers.

Your mouth salivated just from the sight of his cock springing free, thick, veiny, and throbbing, just how you thought it would be. He gave you a nod to tell you ‘go on’, you leaned down and darted your tongue out, tasting the heady taste of his precum. He groaned and tossed his head back, hand tangling in your hair and pulled you in, you hummed and finally wrapped your mouth around his girth with a small whimper. Your jaw straining to accommodate him, tongue moving with practiced ease as you sink down deeper, taking in more of him.

“Fuck yeah..good fuckin’ girl…thats it,” he muttered and started to guide your head the way he wanted, you thrive with his praises, taking in him as deep as you could. Gagging and sputtering here and there but you didn't stop at all in search of his approval and satisfaction, you didn’t want to stop. The room was filled with the sound of his grunts and heavy breaths, along with the obscene sounds from you and your muffled whimpers.

Joel nearly came when he saw you starting to snake your hand between your legs, “Naughty fuckin’ slut, touchin’ yourself huh?” he groaned and started to thrust into your mouth, holding your head in place. “You want me to take care of that? Hm?” he growled and you whined as an answer. Suddenly he abruptly pulled you away from his cock, “get on the fuckin’ couch,” he muttered, you scrambled off the floor and quickly gotten on the nearby couch, “on your hands and knees, sweetheart,” he commanded and you did as he said, bending over, facing the backrest of the couch.

He stood behind you and pushed you legs wider, your head craned over your shoulder to look at him with your needy expression, bottom lip between your teeth. He gripped your chin and he leaned down, finally crashing his lips to yours. He was rough, didn’t even hesitate on pushing his tongue into your mouth, tongue dominating yours, making you whine and push your hips back, desperate, begging for him.

His kiss left you panting as he pulled away, he trailed kisses down your back, biting on the knot that holds your bikini top together and pulling on it and letting it unravel, his hand started to grope your tits, playing, pinching, pulling on your sensitive nipples. “Mr. Miller,” you panted “please..”

“Use your word, Baby, what do you need?” he murmured to the crook of your neck. You whimpered and kept moving your hips, “anything- please- your finger, mouth- anything, i need you,” you rambled desperately. Joel chuckled darkly, his large fingers playing with the knots of your bikini bottoms, “needy little thing,” he murmured before pulling on the knots and unraveling the red wet fabric, making it fall to the couch.

Joel practically growled at the sight before him, you, bent over with your ass high in the air, naked, your pussy dripping and ready for him. “Look at you..” he murmured and leaned down, groping your ass and pushing it apart to reveal more of you. “Mmh..” he grumbles before leaning down and placing a broad lick on your cunt. “Oh- god- Mr- mmhngh! Mr. Miller” you whined and pushed your hips more to his face. Joel groaned and started to really eat you out, his large palms splayed on your ass, face completely buried in your drooling pussy. “It's Joel, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he pulled away from your cunt for a second, “I wanna hear ya moan my name.”

“Joel..” you breathed, getting used to the feel of his name on your lips. Joel started to flick his tongue rapidly on your clit, making your eyes roll back and moan out his name, “fuck- ahh! Joel!” He grunted in response, “yeah that’s it, moan my name…mmhhh good fuckin’ girl.”

You were falling apart already at the hands of his tongue, moving on your pussy with practiced ease. Joel relished the sounds of your moans, and the sweet and tangy taste of your cunt. He groaned and started to push his thick fingers to your entrance, “Joel! Ahnghh! F-fuck! mmhngh!!” you cried out, he grunted and pulled away from your pussy for a second, “That’s it baby, you’re gonna cum hm? Gonna be a good girl an cum on my face?” he muttered and curled his digits to hit that heavenly spot within you, you whined in response, barely able to come up with words but nodded with your eyes closed in pleasure. “Good girl, c’mon, come on my face” he panted and started double his efforts, his tongue flicking on your sensitive clit, slurping all your juices, whilst his fingers kept hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, you back arched and your eyes rolled back, you swore you saw stars. His name kept falling from your lips in between moans and whimpers which he responded with praises.

“good girl, that’s it”

“you’re so pretty when you cum for me”

“tastes so good baby, there you go..”

He peppered kisses across your shoulders and back as he waited for you to come down from your high. “joel..” you panted and kept pushing your hips back to grind against his throbbing cock, eliciting a groan from his lips, “yeah? you want my cock, pretty girl?” he muttered and rutted his hips against you, his cock sliding against your cunt. “yes- please joel- please-“ you let out a loud moan when he suddenly pushed his cock into your core.

“fuuuck” he groaned as he pushed himself in “fuck- shit, baby you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he panted and gripped your hips tight. “joel! oh- f-fuck hhngh!” you whimpered and gripped the back of the couch. Joel pulled back until his cock is almost fully slipped back, you whined at the loss of his stretch, then he slammed back in. “Fuck! Oh- f-fuuckk! Joeel!!” you cried out, “Yeah baby that’s it- shit- yeah take it baby, take it” he growled to your ear and wrapped your hair on his hand and yanked it back. Your head tilted back at the force and he crashed his lips to yours again, swalowing all your moans and whimpers as he fucked you with a relentless pace.

“J-joel” you warned between pants, “Yeah i know baby- fuck- yeah i can feel it,” he groaned and panted “c’mon baby give it to me, cum on my cock, c’mon” he murmured and went faster. The sound of his skin smacking against yours gets louder and louder, the couch groaned and creaked in protest. You could barely utter any coherent words at this point, just slurring his name and how good it feels between moans and pants.

Your back arched and trembles as you cry out his name like a prayer. Joel slowed down for a second, letting you ride out the orgasm, “there you go…hmm there you go” he muttered soothingly, his hips rocking deliberately, slowly. “You can take more, sweetheart?” he murmured to your ear, you couldn’t help but nod. ”Good girl,” he praised to your ear and kissed your jaw before his arm wrapped around your waist, the other around your chest and pulled you up until his chest pressed against your back. He resumed his hard relentless thrusts, his hand on your chest groping and playing with your hard nipples. you felt like floating at this point, just taking everything he gave you like a good girl.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growled to your ear, you could barely talk just letting out sounds of pleasure, he spanked your ass hard and you gasped out a moan, “Yours! Hahngh! All yours!” you whined, Joel gripped your neck and pulled you closer to him “Who?” he demanded, you panted and choked out, “Yours daddy!” bingo.

He growled and bent you over again, his hand still tight on your neck, choking you just right. “Yeah that’s right, such a good girl for daddy,” he muttered and pounded into you. You kept choking out moans, calling him daddy over and over. He shifted his position, propping one leg on the couch to get a different angle, deeper, and it allowed him to reach that spot within you. “Oh my g- aahhngh!! daddy!! right there, oh fuck- fuck me right there!!” you cried out. He grunted and let out a dark chuckle, “there sweetheart?” he taunted as he thrusted extra hard aiming at that spot again. “yes!! yes- yes please- please i- daddy please” you rambled, begging for him, his cock has reduced you to nothing but desperate and needy. “well since you asked so nicely,” he said coyly before hitting that spot over and over again.

You felt you’re gonna shatter yet again in any second, a ticking time bomb set on your lower belly. “D-daddy i’m- hah- i’m-” you could barely finish your choked out sentence. “Yeah? Gonna cum again for daddy?” he panted to your ear, all you could do was nodded and give a whimper of confirmation. He chuckled darkly and his hand snaked down to rub your clit with fervor while his hips kept pounding to your ass, “Go on then, come for me, come for daddy,” he muttered to your ear.

Your vision blurred and you saw white. It feels like you’re barely conscious, your third orgasm hits you even harder than the last. You didn’t noticed whats happening until joel groaned, “Fuck yeah you’re squirtin’ on me baby- good girl- hhnngh good fuckin’ girl.” Your thighs trembled, wet with your release, red from his thrusts.

He finally let go of your neck and you gasped out for much needed air, his thrusts started to stutter. “Where do you want it?” he panted to your ear, “Inside, inside daddy, please,” you begged and started to move your hips to meet his. Joel couldn’t hold back any longer, 1, 2, 3 hard thrusts later and he came completely undone inside you. “Fuuuckk!! Fuck yeah- oh shit baby” he moaned, “fuck! makin’ me cum so much, pretty girl…oh yeah good fuckin’ girl,” he panted to your ear.

After his hips stilled, he pulled out of you, making you whine and clench around nothing, pushing his hot sticky seed out of you.

He chuckled and whispered to your ear, “look at you…all messy n’ dirty,” he cooed. “You cleaned my truck now it's time for me to clean you,” he murmured before peppering kisses down your spine yet again.

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author’s note: THIS WAS MY FIRST FIC EVER AHSHSHEH so forgive me if its shitty or the grammar is horrible bc english is my 2nd language:3 ALSO i have never written smut before heheheh, your feedback is greatly appreciated!! thank you for reading this horny piece of literature!!

[grumpyfaceurn]

Hate it when I've finally managed to build up a nuanced image of things and maybe circumstances matter and then in comes a rant that wants to completely bowl me over and throw out every compromise

[weepingpussywillowtree]

for the hate of trendy fast fashion sweaters

Okay, I want to preface this that there's nothing wrong with liking the style of these types of sweaters, though I think most of these are ugly, I do like some of them, I just wanted a place to put down my frustrations with these sweaters from a sustainability and wear-ability perspective, as well as my frustration with people coming into knitting spaces asking for dupes of these sweaters and then becoming upset when experienced knitters suggest that these sweaters are not the best idea. be an aware consumer. If you really must own one of these kinds of sweaters, understand that it will probably be a short lifespan or incredibly high maintenance garment. Or realistically, both.

Have you seen the newest sweater? everyone is talking about it. It looks like this

Or this

Or this

Yes. They are very unique looking. they're striking and sometimes even cool (in a photoshoot at least), but lets take a look at some of the problems with these types of sweaters, and how I feel that they exemplify fast fashion culture, and that culture invading fiber arts spaces as well.

Ethics, Pricing, and plastic waste

Let's take a look at this sweater as a case study for some of the ethical, sustainability, and pricing issues.

I think it exemplifies a lot of the issues with this wave of trendy sweaters.

first, lets take a look at the website. 260 dollars + shipping, 94% plastic, and from a cursory research, there seems to be no evidence that any of that price is going towards a living wage for its factory workers. So, not to be rude, but what exactly am I paying for? I have seen similar pricing and ethical issues almost across the board with these trendy sweaters.

There's nothing wrong with acrylic yarn on an individual level, it is cheap, easy to care for, and easily available, but for 260 dollars on an item that already it dry clean or gentle hand wash only due to its construction? I would expect higher quality materials. also, not this sweater in particular, but in many of these types of sweaters/brands it really bothers me that they have been able to market themselves as 'vegan' as a form of greenwashing when all of their clothes are plastic or mostly plastic. So yes, while its technically true that they are vegan, are vegan clothes really better for the environment when most of the time vegan clothes means more microfiber shedding pollution and eternal piles of plastic clothes waste?

okay, so now lets get to some common issues with the actual wear-ability and construction of these types of sweaters.

Roving Woes

I think everyone remembers these massive, chunky sweaters or even the roving blankets (roving is wool that has been processed but not yet spun). I'm not sure if the tops/sweaters of very chunky yarn are in peak trend anymore but I do see them around.

Here's the issue. If you want a garment that will fall apart in one wash, these are for you. If you want to have a garment be a lasting part of your wardrobe, move on.

A good example is above. These kinds of sweaters sell like hotcakes on Etsy and go upwards of 300 dollars a pop, but see that fuzziness around the edges? the lack of any twisting look that you'd typically see in yarn? this is roving and will pull, snag, pill, and straight up fall apart at the slightest provocation because the thing that gives spun fibers their strength, is well... the spinning part. The woolery has a great video about this where you can see the roving fall apart over time, and also collect, dirt, dust and other grossness over time with no good way to clean it. Making that 300 dollars you spent a disposable purchase, not an investment. Like buying a 300 dollar disposable rain poncho, but with even less use.

Finicky detailing

Things like ribbons, charms, and other items make an item hard to wash. If they are not properly secured, or sometimes even if they are, they will come off and either need to be thrown away or somehow reattached. These items can also tug, snag at, or warp the main fabric of the garment.

Neglecting Weaving in Ends

Another trend I've been seeing is not weaving in the ends of a garment, as you can see in that flower sweater above. This may give a cool sort of ripped jeans effect for some, but it will ultimately lead to the garment coming unraveled, and you will have wasted, in this case, like 600 dollars on nothing.

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Overall, all of these trends lead to more plastic waste, disposable clothing, difficult or impossible to wash items, or clothing that you'll spend a lot of money on only to have it fall apart.

Its frustrating to see this clamoring for dupes or this rush for similar styles take over some fiber arts spaces and lead to wasteful consumption of yarn, and trend cycles where these sweaters quickly get created and then discarded.

thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[bunnyb34r]

Mmmm scratched my glasses right over my pupil... hmmm

[slightlymore]

that's tmi

bangchan x fem reader

genre: friends/idiots suddenly get the hots and are about to fuck based on the "I'm not wearing anything under this robe" mf chris in today's live wrote it frantically on my phone like a dog with rabies thanks take it

words: 1.2k

"Don't say anything," you warned, arms crossed on your chest and furrowed eyebrows.

Chris was still hand on the handle, blank face which slowly started to shake from the effort of keeping in the laugh.

"Only you could-" he tried but you shushed him.

He stopped, sucking in the lips and looking upwards, as if your face was the main reason for his exhilaration.

"Only-" he exhaled in a choked voice.

"I said-" but you couldn't continue, the laugh vibrating in your lungs. You felt tears prick your eyes.

Chris let it out as well, gasping for air at the trail of bubbles you let down on his carpet after you lightly pushed him out of the way.

His hotel room was identical to yours, so you knew exactly where to find the bathroom and finally rinse your hair.

Chris was still laughing as he followed you and you saw him lean on the door frame with the corner of your eyes, your back bent and head upside down in the bathtub.

"How did it even happen?"

"Listen-," you tried to talk but it was difficult and the blood was gathering all in your brain because of the position, "it's not my fault I wanted to wash my hair right when my food got delivered."

"Why the hell did you even go outside? Open the door and grab it."

You huffed from the effort, and lifted your wet head back up. You blinked slowly, unable to tell if the little black stars were really there or only in your head.

"I don't want to hear it."

"Oh you're going to hear it," Chris cackled, passing you a towel. "Loser getting locked out of her hotel room with shampoo in her hair."

You hit him with the towel once making him giggle and wrapped your head.

"You don't have a microfiber towel or something?"

"Microfiber or something," Chris mocked you. "You're lucky I even opened the door."

"You aggravate me."

Chris looked at you with his complacent smile.

"That's a weird way to say thank you for saving my sorry ass."

"You don't have any hair product either, I guess," you ignored him and looked around his room as if you could see something laying around.

Well, you did notice something - his clothes thrown on the padded chair in the same manner you got rid of yours - and you lifted one eyebrow. Then you eyed him from head to toe.

"Are you naked under that robe?"

Chris imitated your expression.

"Of course I am naked under this robe."

"Okay that's TMI."

He scoffed incredulously. "You literally just asked. Don't piss me off."

You gave him another quick look and shrugged, grabbing one of his waters and taking it to your mouth.

Chris shook his head like a disappointed father at your play and leaned to get his phone.

But your next movement made him drop it on the couch.

His fingers were around your wrist as you quickly tried to untie his robe like a kindergartener. The giggles you both started to make just added to the highly mature air of the room.

"Don't you fucking dare!" he croaked, his other hand now trying to stop your claws snapping towards his robe.

You were about to stop and behave - you weren't 6 afterall - when suddenly Chris dropped your hands and in your misjudgement and arrogance era of 3 seconds you thought that you actually won against him for the first time in something but that he'd totally stop you the second you'd even touch the tie.

He didn't.

Your fingers unwrapped his waist and the robe opened right in front of you.

"You-" your gaze snapped to his face so quickly that you felt your eyes almost fall out of their orbit.

Chris' eyes were wide open just like yours and the silence of the room made your growling stomach sound even more comical.

And in the same instant Chris got calm and he grinned.

The bastard.

"Go ahead and look," he dared you.

The heat traveled so fast to your face and chest that you felt your hair steaming and getting dry on the spot.

"-you cunt," you finished.

Chris laughed, throwing his head back for a moment. "I am the cunt? You started this," he replied. Then his eyes darkened and if you weren't so set on staring exclusively at his face and nothing else, you wouldn't have noticed it. "Now commit," he finished.

A shiver shook your spine and you swallowed.

Your towel fell from your head to the ground and some water drops hit your neck.

Then with horror you remembered that you also weren't wearing anything under your silk robe.

Why it came to mind? Because Chris' eyes got drawn to your chest the same instant you felt your nipples hardening and poking the material.

"Pervert," you crossed your arms on them but your voice wasn't as confident as before and the quiver in it made him step forward with that stupidly sexy grin of his.

You wanted to get away but you were afraid to see anything if you moved, so you just remained glued in place.

"I am wearing boxers. You can chill," he turned his head to the side with a languid smile.

You gathered the last remnants of brain cells to roll your eyes quickly. "As if I'd trust you."

He looked at your wet hair then whatever expression you had on, then his gaze trailed down to your collarbones gently getting wet by the drops who lingered before sliding inside your cleavage.

You felt your skin getting goosebumps and you forced yourself to gulp the gasp as his arms moved.

He tied his robe.

But somehow it didn't make you feel any better.

It was too hot in his damn room.

"Can I untie yours?"

It was a joke. It must have been a joke. Just banter between two clowns, as usual.

"Just to make it fair," he added.

The words were light-hearted but why was the tone making your knees tremble a bit?

Your gaze fell on his chest, now half covered by the fluffy robe. He was as close as to hit you with his warm breath. The thought made your nipples harden again.

"Untie it. As if I care," you tried to put in as much brattiness as you could have but there was none left in your voice. It sounded more like a plea, a whisper.

Chris chuckled softly and his hand moved towards your abdomen. His fingers touched the bow you made.

You gulped.

"Arms down," he ordered and as if they didn't belong to you, you let them swing on your sides.

A single hitch in his breath made you realize he was as bothered about the situation as you were.

Or were you imagining it?

"Look at me," his voice grew low.

You opened your mouth to reply back but nothing came out of it.

He leaned forwards to almost reach your ear with his lips. His hand was still gently playing with your knot.

"I said, look at me."

A single pull. Just a single pull and you'd be naked in front of him.

You couldn't look him in the eyes. Your breath quickened and you felt a bit faint.

"Chris," you exhaled.

His other hand lifted your chin with one knuckle.

"You never listen to me," he said and his light almost scolding tone made you completely quiet, both voice and brain.

Your gazes met and you felt not enough air was entering your body.

He didn't break eye contact for a single moment as with a single pull your robe was open and it slid slowly on your body to your feet.

part 2

[fuckyeahfluiddynamics]

Measuring Microfibers in Turbulence

Microplastic pollution is on the rise, especially in waterways. Microfibers -- millimeters in length but only microns in diameter -- are especially prevalent, as they get washed out of synthetic clothing. Collecting these pollutants first requires understanding how they move and cluster in turbulent flows.  (Image credit: Adobe Stock Photos; research credit: V. Giurgiu et al.; via APS Physics) Read the full article