#rumpled sheets

[ginger-by-the-sea]

Bed is still warm climb in🩷

#rumpled sheets #bed hair

[deviantstormtrooper]

47 what have you been doing in that bed? Those sheets are kinda rumpled.... I have a cold and I'm still having thirsty thoughts about 47 lmao

#hitman #freelancer #bedroom unlock #rumpled sheets #wink wink nudge nudge

[pixelatedshimmer]

PPP | Post Pride Physics 🏳️‍🌈⚛️

Art by Adrian Frejowsky

Oil on canvas 100 x 70

Available

See Adrian's full collection at https:/:www.panartgallery.com

#gay art #gorgeous #Pride #rumpled sheets

[millerflintstone]

Look what Unfriendly built for Gigabyte! The LED strip has a remote to change the colors. I helped him screw it into the side of the ramp by holding it still and in alignment.

This is before the upgrade:

#the sheets help her differentiate #rumpled bed! #we believe in cozy over style I guess #the quality of life of our geriatric kittty takes precedence #gigabyte

[jemmo]

my head is still stuck on mr ‘im not gay i can’t even say the word you’re not even that cute fuck off’ akk saying “how about we do it again and see?”. like there’s growth and then there’s having the balls to egg your boyfriend on for another round. and im just so proud.

#just the fucking balls on him #from the kid that had just that day had to will himself so hard to say the word gay #and now look at him #no clothes in rumpled sheets with that look on his face like ‘come on aye give me round 2 and prove yourself’ #A KING #think the yok jumped out of him and I love it #the eclipse

[quackquackcey]

Rumpled sheets, smoke-tinged kisses, and sea salted lightning

Rated E, 13k words. Tags: A/B/O, mafia boss Derek x FBI agent Stiles, established relationship, case fic, porn w/ plot. Read on AO3.

(yes, I wrote this gif scene in the fic, it’s a need 😩)

(shoutout to @renmackree for this graphic—if you see this, you’re amazing! 💛)

Summary:

FBI agent Stiles and mafia boss Derek pair up to take down an elusive killer targeting both humans and supernaturals, but will they make it through the storm unscathed?~ 🚬⚡️

The canteen quieted from carefree chatter to hushed whispers, as it did everytime Stiles and Derek walked in.

“I heard he’s a dirty cop, but because of his connections with mafia, they just transferred him to the SID,” whispered Stiles’ fellow coworkers today. “And I guess that’s his handler?”

“Someone told me he’s from the main branch, top of the field,” others whispered, “temporarily helping out the SID. I feel bad that he got stuck working with a dirty cop. I’d rather deal with a criminal than a dirty cop, y’know what I mean?”

Stiles rolled his eyes.

The same old rumors, yet somehow, they just got further and further from the truth everyday. He shot a glare at Derek as they sat down at an empty table.

“Don’t look at me like that, detective.” Far too much amusement for Stiles’ liking shone in Derek’s silver green eyes. “I have better things to do than bribe some government dogs to up my reputation. Clearly, I don’t look like a lowlife criminal like a certain someone.”

Stiles rolled his eyes and stabbed his meatloaf. “This is all your fault, I hope you know.”

“If it makes you feel better to shift the blame, then go ahead,” said Derek, sipping his coffee without a care.

“I’m not talking about our deal—”

“Relationship,” Derek cut in.

“Okay, fine, our deal-turned-relationship-thing, I’m talking about your insistence to eat here for lunch!” hissed Stiles. “Why can’t we just go out to eat? There’re cafés and shops all along this street!”

“I never said we had to eat here.”

Stiles’ brows shot up. “Yeah? So you’re fine with getting the fuck out of here right now?”

“Sure,” drawled Derek.

The plastic fork in Stiles’ fist bent in half. “I will shoot you.”

“You have before,” Derek reminded him. “I just like the coffee here. We can eat elsewhere. The food is not great.”

“You couldn’t have said this two weeks ago?!”

“And miss out on the increasingly ridiculous rumors every time we walk in? Who’d have guessed that the FBI headquarters is worse than high school? It’s amusing that the nation’s so-called top law enforcement is full of shallow idiots.”

Stiles pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Here we go again.”

“I’m just saying that you’d expect FBI employees of all people to look beyond appearances.”

“They do,” Stiles told him, “for cases. Not for random distant coworkers they don’t give a shit about.”

“Cases, hm? You’re saying they separate their work from personal life?”

“Uh, yeah? Who the hell is gonna analyze the shit out of every person they see in passing?”

“I do,” said Derek, “or else I wouldn’t be alive.”

Stiles grimaced. “Yeah, but that’s you. Your life sucks.”

“And you, because the entire reason everyone thinks you’re a dirty cop and I’m your handler leads back to you not separating your work and personal life.”

“No, I separate them.”

Derek raised an eyebrow.

“I just don’t have much of a personal one,” said Stiles, and Derek let out a rare chuckle. “Who knew that trying to catch「Hunter」would fuck my life up so bad?”

“I’m hurt.”

Stiles rolled his eyes again, a regular occurrence around Derek. “I didn’t say I regretted it.” He let out a huff. “It’s been interesting, to say the least, learning about the supernatural.”

“Just that?” asked Derek with a knowing smirk and bedroom eyes.

Stiles swallowed. “What else is there that’s so interesting?”

“Hm—” Derek’s phone vibrated in his suit jacket pocket and he picked up the call for five seconds, then hung up. “Family calls,” he told Stiles. “I have to punish someone.”

“You mean kill someone?” muttered Stiles.

“Now, now, that’s not much of a punishment, is it? More importantly”—Derek leaned in closer, placing a leather-gloved hand on Stiles’ thigh—“your heat’s coming up soon, isn’t it?” he murmured. “How about we take the edge off tonight, my place?”

Stiles’ breaths stuttered, but he managed to glance cooly at Derek. “My first time to a mafia boss’s place,” he murmured back. “How exciting.”

“It’s quite boring, really.” Derek squeezed his thigh then stood up with his untouched food and cup of coffee. “Call me if you find anything new about 「Sentiero」.”

And with that, he strode off, walking like he owned the place as he usually did, and Stiles sighed watching the gazes inevitably drawn towards Derek’s exit.

Appearances really could be deceiving.

Continue on AO3!

#sterek #sterek is eternal #eternal sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #omf writes #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek/stiles #derek x stiles #fic: rumpled sheets #cey writes

[thebaffledcaptain]

big things happening in the British Corner…

#excuse my rumpled looking ensign I still have not gotten around to making it look nice #all the trees are bare already…. I’m going to have trouble finding a new oak leaf for my hat #ignore the fact that I have sheet music taped to my closet door #I didn’t have a music stand and I was trying to find an easy baroque audition piece that I could prepare in like a week #ironically I ended up not going with either of those pieces. bach won out as usual #now they’re just decoration #not that that matters in the slightest I just have an insatiable need to Clarify #this is your captain speaking #god save the cheshire regiment #historical reenactment

[soft-husbands]

Anyways they’re husbands tyfyt

#don’t try arguing with me it’s not gonna work #they shared a room they shared a bed (as they should since they’re yk husbands) #the sheets are rumpled the pillows are askew and Mile was buttoning up his shirt #everything about this screams domesticity #mileapo

[delusional-mishaps]

OOOOOOOOKAY GUYS HERE'S THE HAUL

GRAHHHHHHHHH I LOVE!!!! ADORE!!!!!!

(i spent a lot on my sister too but i dont wanna take pics of her stuff)

#guys ignore my rumpled sheets #i didnt wanna put them on my wall and take pics bcs idk how i wanna put everything up 😭 #no one ask me anything about anything i wasnt given any business cards i dont know who they came from #i just see pretty picture and i buy #there was two more undertale prints i saw but man idk im so picky when it comes to undertale fanart #BUT I ADOOOOORE THE MIKU FOGURING #MY FIRST!!! SHES SO CUTE!!!! #jesters ramblings

[mercuriallily]

I know I will get zero interest on this, but I'm opening for freestyle or OC collar designs! CAD$3 for a design, plus $1.25 per design per sheet (up to eight designs per sheet). Let me know if you're interested!

#sasha's stuff #the first two collars in the first one are punk rumple and mungo #the two after them are normal rumple and mungo #I don't like their replica collars so I wanted to come up with funky designs for them #the remaining four on that one are various bombas and the second sheet are potentially rhiannon designs #I don't know why I keep thinking I'll get any commissions for anything #I never have and this won't be any different #but. y'know. I can hope

[ginger-by-the-sea]

#rumpled sheets #snow falling #cozy fire

[heardchef]

Saw this on twitter, someone describing Carmy/Jeremy Allen White's performance: "He is played with rumpled intensity by Jeremy Allen White, who has the lake-blue eyes and crescent-moon profile of a young emperor unaware that he’s about to be murdered by the Praetorian guard."

Like okay go off. SO TRUE bestie

they had me at rumpled intensity and kept me crescent-moon profile. jaw does an amazing job of making carmy's trauma and generally uneasiness feel real, ragged, and lived in.

🌜

#thank u for sharing!! i've re-read this many times #carmy's chaos is not world-ending 'grab the guns' type chaos #but waking up tangled in your sheets gasping for breath due to nightmares type chaos #and rumpled intensity is very much that for me #the cast as a whole has lived-in chaos down pat tbh #ask

[writermuses]

#ref: nora wishlist #//city date with fancy dinner and a broadway play #//fancy hotel with all the rumpled sheets #//she hasn't had non-vanilla sex so that's on the wishlist too

[tightpsychology]

gorgeous girl on top of rumpled sheets

#gorgeous #sheets #rumpled #sexy #black and white

[worstsequence]

it might be because i spent a 2 year and a 4 year block of time in bed. but beds are not even comfortable pillows are not even comfortable its impossible to relax and unwind in a bed. call me princess anthepy

#everything feels wrong all the time everything about it. sheets blankets pillows the way my arms legs and neck feel its NEVER comfortable #i dont like the way my clothes sit on my body in bed idont like how pillows dont fit in a pillowcase #dont like where they do and dont touch my back and elbows #stretching my legs out makes them feel weird but crossing them makes my feet touch in a way i dont like #and sittint crosslegged ends up hurting and im too big so i squish everything qhich makes the sheets rumple More and its bad texture #and my neck hurts and even if no ones in the room i still feel the need to make sure i dont have a double chin #and laying on your sides hurts that side and my arms are too long to fit comfortably anywhere #and if i lay on my stomach up on my elbows to use my phone it hurts my face and head #qnd if the pillow IS comfortable i dont like the way ican see the corner of it in my perhipheral #and i wish i could just float and not touch anything but if my feet arent secured by something it feels like my toenails are pulling away

[pseudowho]

Cunt-Drunk

18+, MDNI, just a filthy little drabble...

For @delirious-donna , my Higuruma brainrot muse

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Hiromi didn't often go out with his colleagues. But one week, duty called, and he was obliged to attend karaoke and drinks with his firm's new clients. He was going to be out for hours. It was a Saturday night, and you were off too, and he was absolutely incensed because--

"They said no spouses allowed! Can you believe it?" Hiromi ranted, clattering around the kitchen in a strop, shoving scattered files into his briefcase, "It's almost like they think I'd spend the whole evening talking to you, and squeezing your thighs under the table, and--"

"--well let's be honest, Hiromi, you would--"

"--and who could blame me, really--"

"---Hiromi it's just one night, I won't be doing anything interesting anyway, just go, and have fun, and send me videos of you doing karaoke--"

Hiromi scoffed, clipping his briefcase shut, "I do not do Karaoke."

He stood staring down at you, straight, and tall, and serious for a moment. You bit your lip, barely hiding a smirk. Hiromi slumped dramatically, his face crumpling into a look of abject despair. He cupped his hands around his mouth and nose, head tipped back.

"...do I have to?" He whined. You did not answer. You simply sidled up to him, straightened his tie, and pulled him down by it, pressing a kiss of promise to his lips, so prophetic that he moaned into you.

You whispered against Hiromi's lips; "Off you go, my brave soldier. Have a drink or six for me."

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You worked your way through the usual bottle of Shiraz that you and Hiromi shared on a Saturday night, but, without him there, being drunk just felt sad. You took yourself to bed, in just one of his shirts fished out of the laundry, and fell asleep in the thunk way that only drunk women do.

You woke in the small hours of the morning with a jolt, feeling yourself dragged down the bed by two strong arms looped around your thighs. You squeaked, reaching down and tangling your fingers in a familiar shock of grey-streaked black hair.

"I-- Hiromi--" you started, mumbling and half-asleep. You heard a giggle from between your legs.

"Shhhh," Hiromi slurred, and giggled again. You heard a p-tuu, and felt a glob of warmth, slippery-wet, dripping down your labia. With little warning, Hiromi lathered his tongue between your folds, and you cried out, your body still sizzling with the wine.

"...missed you," Hiromi whined, nuzzling between your puffy folds, "...wanted...to see you...our S'day night...ruined...s'boring without you..."

"--Hiromi--" you panted, dazed and disoriented, "--just come to bed--"

"Shhhhhh," he whispered again, loudly, "m'fine...right here...pull m'hair...jus' hold onto somethin'..."

Hiromi ate your pussy without remorse, without restraint, as drunk as could be, and fucking the bed in his sloppy, rumpled suit. Hiromi moaned, pornographic and dirty, every time he fucked his twitching, aching length against the sheets.

Still suckling your clit between his lips, Hiromi reached down to hook his cock up to press against his belly, his cockhead frictioned deliciously between his black happy trail and waistband.

You had never been eaten out in a way that was so primal, with Hiromi fucking his tongue into your heat, massaging the area around your clit with his liquor-soaked lips, and rolling his tongue over the hard little pearl of your clit until you almost blacked out, your nerves stripped bare by the shock and wine.

Hiromi was rough, looping his arms over your thighs and dragging you back to his mouth every time you mewled and tried to crawl away from him. He'd respond with a sharp nip to the inside of your thigh, and an admonishing look, before rubbing his face savagely from side to side over your sopping cunt and clit, growling into the wet mess he'd made of you.

As you squirmed and yanked the roots of his hair, clamping your thighs around his head, Hiromi mumbled into your pussy, focusing his tongue and lips on your clit before abruptly sliding three bunched, long fingers into your hole, fucking you hard and fast with them until he felt your silky sweet spot.

Hiromi fucked the bed in time, imagining in his drunken stupor, that the wet squelches and frantic cries from you, were from his cock slamming in and out of you instead.

"--c'mon baby...in m'mouf, cum in m'mouf...good girl, so good, s'good...gonna cum...m'gonna cum...fuuuuckkk, shit--"

Dragging you with biting, sucking, growling urgency through your orgasm, Hiromi came in tandem; his ruts into the mattress, and his pitched, desperate moans became slower, and softer, as his seed poured out under his shirt, soaking the white fabric, sticky and cloying against his twitching belly.

His fingers still inside you, his nose and mouth still between your folds, face-down on the bed as you came down from your absolutely feral high...you heard a snore.

Rising on shaking elbows, you looked down the bed. Cum-soaked, drunk, and sticky with your arousal, Hiromi snored soft, drunk snores into your pussy.

In the morning, you showed him the photo you took of him, this way, before watching the video Hiromi's colleague sent you of him singing old rock songs while the whole karaoke bar cheered him on.

#sorry just #had some wine and got thinking #umph #this one's for you Donna #higuruma #higuruma hiromi #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma smut #higuruma x reader #hiromi higuruma #hiromi higuruma x reader #jjk higuruma #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #hiromi jjk #hiromi x reader #jjk hiromi #hiromi smut #pseudowho #Higuruma Hiromi smut #Higuruma Hiromi fluff #higuruma hiromi headcanons #higuruma x y/n #higuruma x you #jujutus kaisen higuruma