#Shrink Wrapping Machine for Roll

[a-boca-do-inferno]

a goddess in my right eye (koba x human!reader) [request]

summary: Kobaʼs plan was just to grab some human guns, until he saw you. Whatever could happen?

warnings: angst-ish, fluff, swearing

words: 1.1k

notes: based on animal by aurora. enjoy <3

You snapped your head at the quiet thud of something falling on the floor, stopping your repairs on the light above you. You came down from the stool you had been standing on and cleaned your hands with a cloth, throwing it aside as you frowned. Who could be around here at dinner time? Mostly everyone was having supper now… Except for the drunk assholes watching over the armoury, of course. Rolling your eyes impatiently, you strolled in the direction of the sound and froze in your tracks as soon as you spotted one of those apes with his back turned to you. You let out a gasp and tried to calm down, gripping the wall you hid behind tightly. Taking another experimental peak at the scene, that’s when you saw it.

Pause. Everything happened so quickly, you didn’t even finish blinking; dead bodies surrounded the angry ape whilst he made his way toward you, stomping firmly on the cement with the biggest scowl you’d ever seen, a machine gun dangling loosely from his arm. Your whole body shook with fear and adrenaline, your hands drenched in sweat and closed in fists. Your mind went completely blank for a second. Run. Run. Run. Yet you simply could not move, your soles glued to the ground beneath your worn out boots. His piercing gaze bore into your soul like burning knives cutting through it. It was helpless. That was your end.

Right?

“Human.” He scoffs, his scarred face contorted in disgust and... curiosity, to say the least. Koba sized you up and down, invading your personal space, his hot breath hitting you so aggressively you had to flinch. Seeming mildly amused by your terrified state, he orders gruffly, “name.” 

“(y/n). I-I won’t say anything, I promise…” You stammer, shrinking even further as the ape towers over you, panting with his mouth open. His sharp exhales blew your hair slightly; such a foreign sensation. Surely that wasn’t the same guy who’d come make peace with your group earlier, riding horses and such? This one appeared not to be awfully fond of the human race in comparison. When you noticed the creature only kept on coming closer, his chest almost pressing against yours, you gulped. “Who… are you?” Your voice is but a whisper.

There was something uncanny about the way Koba examined you. He’d never seen a human that was not a scientist and you most certainly were not one, wearing those old clothes and smelling of grease. You seemed scared, but not because of him—not completely. You seemed scared of everything. The ape enjoyed how you shrank away from his every move like a small animal cornered by its prey; the rules were reversed now, it seemed. His nose caught a whiff of your natural smell again, one he couldn’t quite place under the layer of lubricant. He tilted his head, his sharp stare never leaving your eyes.

“Koba.” He huffs, pointing to himself proudly. His good eye inspected your every feature with a more obviously curious gleam now. His large hand reached out for your cheek and you pursed your lips as he traced your soft skin with his fingertips. His breathing remained heavy and quick, taking in your scent. Letting out a deep grunt, albeit not as hostile as before, the ape concedes, “Koba… like (y/n).”

You can’t help but raise your brows, surprised and confused at the statement. “What…”

He gives your face another rough but faint brush of his fingers before holding your chin in place. “Bad human.” Koba continues, pointing at the dead bodies with the gun he’s still holding, then turns to you and places his palm on your collarbone tentatively. He nods briefly. “Good… human.”

A shiver ran up your spine as he pulled you closer, wrapping an arm securely around your hips. The situation was so widely unexpected you couldn’t hold back a nervous laugh, gripping his furry shoulders for support as he held you. Koba was pleased at the sound you made and accompanied you with a chuckle of his own, deeper and more gravelly than yours. Your breathing was still slightly ragged, trying to make sense of what he meant with his words and his actions. A monkey in love with you? Like… King Kong or something?

“Why did you do this?” You ask, genuinely eager to know, while also attempting to escape your rushed thoughts. It wasn’t like those morons would be greatly missed by you. Good riddance. “Why… did you kill them?”

Koba blinks slowly, considering your questions. He doesn’t respond and instead throws the machine gun behind you, putting both his strong arms around your midriff, “Koba want you.” He snarls, impatient.

You snort and sigh, blushing despite yourself. These apes are really something. “I…”

“No talk.” He cuts you off, covering your lips with his calloused hand swiftly, yet tenderly. You obeyed if only because of the fear of turning out just like your dead buddies, but you wouldn’t fool yourself and pretend you weren’t enjoying him holding you like this. And Koba was aware of that too, huffing softly, “come?”

You took in what he was asking. He wanted you to leave the group with him? For what? For how long? His bright eye watched you carefully, even expectantly, eager for an answer. You thought back to the light you were fixing just now; this place was falling apart, anyway, and you’d had your fair share of disagreements with the leader more than once ever since the apes came along. You were almost certain they’d cause a war one way or the other, from both sides, and at some point you’d have to choose your own. And you sure as hell weren’t gonna be on Dreyfus’.  

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he asserted, giving your waist a tighter squeeze just in case, “with Koba.”

“Yes.” You breathe, not even letting him close his mouth entirely. Koba hoots gently and joins your foreheads. You smile and cup his face, blurting out in a small snicker, “this is crazy.”

The ape grunted in agreement, a smirk playing across his thick lips as you touched his scars so delicately. He closed his eyes and huffed, enjoying the warm sensation of your breath on his skin. He nuzzled into the soft hollow of your neck and sniffed, taking in as much of your muskiness as he could, eliciting a low rumble from his throat and pulling you against him forcefully, almost possessively.

“Crazy ape.” The ape follows your amusement in kind, placing a hand on his own chest. His fangs appear more as he grins, now pointing to you, “crazy human.”

[forthelostones]

𝚙𝚝.𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby, domsub!abby, sexual themes, jealousy, fluff, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, i appreciate you all sooo soo much. happy friday... i am taking a break to focus on my own personal writing!!! so, sorry for the wait, I wanted this to be good and satisfying.

palestinians still need e-sims!!! click the link to figure out how you can donate.

(no y/n)

wc: 3.6k

Monday morning came with a vengeance, collecting you and Abby swiftly. You had been staying in her apartment since you returned home and had no complaints. Abby was always awake before you, getting ready for her day at 4:00 am, no matter if it’s clinical or lectures, her routine remains the same. Although it seemed insane, she thought you were silly for not doing it her way.

She’d roll over, squeeze your lower belly with her forearm, and cradle you into her body. Her nose was tucked in the crease between your shoulder and jaw. This happened around 3:50 am just before her clock sounded, with her small snores tickling you out of your dreamscape. Abby slept with a white noise machine, black-out curtains, a fan on the lowest setting, and a mouthguard. Her tepid body soothed you into the deepest sleep you had ever gotten. The blend of her honey shampoo and vanilla-pine body wash was intoxicating. Something about her presence allowed you to relax and feel protected — it was more than a feeling but a simple truth that Abby would protect you. 

“Good morning, baby.” She groaned, words slurring a bit. 

You reply with a drowsy, mumbly string of words. 

Abby scooted down to the edge of the bed and slid her feet into her thin, black house slippers. She shuffled her feet against the hardwood and opened the door, revealing a black hole in the living space. Abby’s routine has been solid no matter what season of her life she was in. Early mornings lead to successful days and those days lead to a fulfilling life. She had many admirable traits that you hoped to rub off on you soon. 

“Hey, come on. It’s time to get up.” She said, placing her hand on your cheek, wrapped in a towel after her morning shower. 

“Abby.” You groan. 

“Listen, it’s breakfast time, you need to get up, my love.” 

Her 'my love' squeezed at the deepest parts of you. Tossing you into a whirlwind of unknown emotions that put a sense of fear into your bones. Her thumb began to caress your brow awakening you to reality. She leans down and kisses your forehead, her wet hair dripping onto the duvet. After stretching, you met her in the bathroom where she was blow-drying her hair. Although the sink was not large, she found space for your toothbrush on the porcelain. 

“How should I do my hair?” She asked.

“Why don’t you wear it down? It’ll look really pretty.” You smile, covering the bristles with Abby’s expensive whitening toothpaste. 

She ran her fingers through the strands and frowned. “I need a haircut. I’ll keep it braided. Could you give me a haircut later tonight?” 

Abby’s icy iris’ shimmered sincerely into yours with a quiet desperation you can attribute to domestication and commitment. You leaned in, mouth minty, and kissed her softly. 

“Of course, Abs.” 

All nursing students were called into a meeting to discuss the next steps of their career post-grad, which meant passing a HESI exam before the NCLEX. You and Abby arrived at the hall filled with all your peers with matching strawberry protein smoothies. Abby insisted on taking your bag and holding it as you got settled, a sweet gesture that made you shrink once you noticed the other bodies in the room. 

“When you go to the library, make sure to give the librarians your assigned access code. HESI books are not cheap! If you want additional materials see me later. Anderson?” 

You turn your head to see Abby’s hand raised, a curious look glazed on her face. “So, are their online resources as well that are paid for through our tuition?” She asked. 

“No. But like I said I will gladly see you after.” 

Abby shook her head and leaned over to you. “Bet these books are from the ninety’s.” 

You smiled at her and gently placed your hand on her knee. Her mouth tightened into a smirk. The info session ended and you and Abby had to part ways for the hour-long break between classes. She leaned in with her lips puckered, ready to embrace you. She sensed your reluctance. 

“If you’d prefer no PDA, let me know.” She whispered. 

You look over your shoulder to the students milling about the building with their faces locked to their phones. No one was looking because no one cared. 

“No, it’s fine,” You mutter, planting a kiss on her lips. 

“I’m going to the gym, I’ll see you or… you can always work out with me?” She said, pulling away. 

“Let me think about it.” 

Abby was getting weary of your indecisiveness. 

She grins and walks away, leaving you empty, like you did something wrong. It made you question how could someone be so sure about something they never experienced themselves. Commitment wasn’t a common feature of Abby’s life. Her lack of relationships — you would think — should deter her from jumping into anything too quickly. But was it quick to her or just quick to you? You realize you’ve been standing in the same spot for too long and need to be productive with this break. 

how was your holiday? 

haven't heard from you. 

You cringe at the second message because it's true, you two haven’t talked at all since Abby’s meltdown. That night Ellie took you to her place and consoled you. She may have appeared intimidating the night of the house party but there’s another side of her that’s so loving and forgiving — people didn't expect that from her, and neither did you. 

“Listen, she just needs some time to cool down. I’m sure it’ll be fine. You need to take care of yourself too.” She said, brushing her knuckles on your burning cheek. 

You turned towards Ellie and kissed her gently, melding into her mouth, the salt of your tears glazing her top lip. It felt right in the moment, a distraction. Ellie’s hands came up to your shoulders and enveloped you in a hug. Your hearts vibrated against each other, nursing more tears out of you. “Ellie, I’m sorry—”

“No, none of this is your fault, it’s okay love,” 

Her palms rustled against the fabric of your top, warm and firm. You sigh gently into her neck, making Ellie ache for you. You lift your chin from the crook of her neck and press your lips onto the length of her throat. Her skin was syrupy-sweet, glazing your tongue with the taste of her. Suddenly, her waist was in your hands, and your thumbs were tucked into her waistband, massaging her hipbones. 

“You want me to help you forget her?” Ellie suggested, tongue clacking in your ear.  

Ellie spread you out on her bed, body under the lights still bruised from the night you and Abby had, serving as the reminder she intended it to be in the first place. The way Ellie’s eyes widened as she crouched at the edge of the bed while between your thighs made you shiver. She ran her fingers up and down your thighs, manipulating your curves, grabbing at the places she wanted her lips the most. You struggled under the woman’s grip, fighting the restraints she put on your hands, arms above your head, and wrists tied together with black silk scarves. 

The red lights around the perimeter of her ceiling illuminated only the darkest parts of her. The outline of her short, brown hair and broad shoulders dipped downwards to plant a kiss on your belly. You bit your lip to stifle your moans. Her thumb played with the slick between your lips, the pressure waning when she came close to your stiff clit. 

“Do you want me to make you cum?” 

“Yes.” You mumbled. 

“Okay, beautiful, don’t worry, just relax, okay?” 

Ellie worked you for every last drop. You could barely hold yourself up in the shower as your knees trembled underneath you. She insisted that you shouldn’t bother putting on clothes as you dropped the towel from your body. Her tatted hand tapped the mattress as you crawled over to her. The woman’s body was sculpted and enticing, flourishing with sex. You cup her petite breasts and place your mouth on her nipple as you spread your legs over her thigh. 

“Your flight…” She winched. 

“What about it?” You sucked. 

“It’s… early and it’s… late.” 

“Okay, I’ll stop.” 

Ellie frowned and licked her lips. 

“Too bad, I’m already soaked.” She said, spreading her legs open and curving her fingers inside. 

She moans your name, stretching her hole out on her two middle fingers. Her back arched as she worked her dripping pussy like she was alone. The sight alone made your entire body fiery. Her body slithered on the sheets as she increased the speed. 

You spread your fingers onto Ellie’s thigh, and she flicked your hand away. “You don’t get to touch me now, just be pretty and watch, okay?” She grunts. 

As the memories played in your mind, you sat on a bench outside the building, on the quad, legs crossed tightly, your thumbs pondering a reply to type. The wind blew a chill against the sensitive skin on your ears, burning them, “Hey.” 

Ellie’s face was freckled with light cracking through the clouds. She sat down next to you, hair tucked away in a black knit hat, and wearing a premature glare. 

“Hi.” You whisper.

She peered down at your phone, and the corner of her mouth lifted. 

“I saw you when I was coming out of the Technology building. You looked cold.” She chuckled awkwardly to fill the silence. 

“Ellie,” You start. “I'm sorry I didn’t text you or call.” 

“I see what this is.” She takes your hands into hers and blows warm air into the cup of your hands. 

“You do?” 

“I fall hard and fast and it’s something I have an issue with. Maybe I scared you into something you weren’t ready for, I do that. I liked you a lot, and I wanted this to go further but I can’t keep putting myself in the position to be more for you than you are for me.” 

You just nod as she lays a kiss on your cheek. 

“I understand.” You reply. 

Abby wiped the water from her mouth as she sipped out of her canteen. She noticed Ellie as she walked across an empty lawn, trekking towards you. She stopped in her tracks and watched as Ellie kissed you, her fist slowly curling into itself. The contact of her mouth on your body of any kind was the deepest betrayal she’d ever felt. The feeling of inadequacy pulsed through her as she watched the brunette slowly creep away, peering over her shoulder. Abby never fought, but the image of tackling Ellie to the ground was vivid in her mind. 

In the car ride home, Abby played music over the impermeable silence in the car, something she never did. Her thumbs pressed into the steering wheel with a tightness that could snap it into two. The routine felt different as she placed her bag on the floor and kicked her shoes off aggressively. She made an intentional mess, a display of how she was feeling inside.  

“How was your break?” She asked.

“What?” You quirk.

“The hour break we had. How was it?” She used her fingers to brush her locks to undo her braid. 

“Fine, how was your workout?” 

“Really good, finished early and saw you and Ellie keeping each other warm.” 

Her hands were on her hips, patiently awaiting an answer. You take your coat off, set your bag down, and walk over to her causing her to step away from you. “Don’t touch me.” She spat, holding her hands parallel to your chest. 

“Abby, it wasn’t what you think,” 

She raised her brow as to say, continue. 

“We broke it off. It’s done.” 

Her face relaxed slightly. 

“You and Ellie are done?” 

“It’s over Abby.” You wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her with a deep tenderness that makes her knees wobble. 

“It’s over, but she kissed you?” Abby felt the need to overshadow her blatant embarrassment.

She tugged her lip into her teeth and smiled. 

“I wasn’t expecting it. I think it was a friendly goodbye.”

“I should’ve been direct with you.” She admitted. 

“Yes, you’re right, you should have. But I should’ve told you immediately when I saw you before class.” 

She kissed your forehead, “Can you still help me cut my hair?” 

Abby pulled a chair from the dining room table and wrapped an old towel around her neck. She trusted you enough with the shears near her beautiful hair. Before she sat down, she placed the bands where she wanted her hair cut. It wasn't a lot off, but just enough. 

Abby wasn’t used to being taken care of. She felt an overwhelming sense of elation. The mixing of her emotions felt confusing yet so clear. When you finished cutting and brushing her scalp, all she could do was smile. “Would you like for me to wash it?”

Abby turned to you and scoffed, eyes wide with disbelief. “You don’t have to, you know that, right?” 

“I know, but I want to.” You kiss her forehead, and she closes her eyes, savoring the moment.

Abby bent over the tub in the bathroom as you removed the shower head and wet her scalp. The sweet, honey shampoo suds coaxed her freshly chopped hair, and Abby hummed pleasurably with every scratch. 

“You okay my dear?” You asked. 

“Yes, ” She replied with a smile you could hear.

I’m her dear, Abby thought. She was going to explode at the words alone, but she had to calm her beating heart. She was wondering if she’s pressuring you into commitment too quickly with no warning. But she couldn’t help it, everything about you made her fall deeper every day. You rinsed out the remaining product put a towel around her hairline, and pat her strands dry. 

“Ready for your conditioner?” You say, squeezing a glob into your palm. 

With Abby’s back against the tub, she just peered up at you, eyebrows damp, practically floating in the shine of you. “Abby?” You laugh. 

“Oh yes, yes?” 

“Why are you looking like that? Did I cut it too short?” You say, reaching for her ends.

“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Why are you doing this?” 

“Helping with your hair?” You snort. 

“Not just this, everything…”

You shake your head and begin to apply the conditioner tip to the root. 

“I’m serious.” 

“Is it a crime to treat the woman I like soo much?” 

It was on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t just like you, she thinks she loves you. 

“It’s not.” She shrugs. 

“Let me take care of you. You deserve it, Abby.” 

“I don’t. I really don’t.” A silent slip from her subconscious leaked, and moments like that didn’t happen with Abby. Her eyes fell toward the titled floor. You lifted her chin with your slippery hand, leaving a splotch on her chin, making her giggle. 

“I’m not even going to reply to you.” You reply, dabbing her chin with the towel. 

“Why do you like me?” 

Abby sunk into the floor with her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her chest. You crossed your legs and laid in the v-shape where her knees connected. “Who said I liked you at all Anderson?” You kid. 

She scuffs and hides her face with her hands. “That was a dumb question wasn’t it?” 

“No, because I do like you. I like that you’re so precise with everything. But other than that, I love how curious you are about the small things and how that impacts your attention to detail. These past few days, I noticed how you would throw my clothes in the dryer just before I wake up so they’re warm when I’m ready to go. You always take my bag to let up on any extra weight I put on myself, not just physically but mentally too. Rubbing my back until I sleep, soothing me. I love that, Abby.”

Abby knew her face was turning bright red, and she couldn’t hide it. 

“You know that, right? Abby? You make me feel safe.” You add. 

“I didn’t know that. I kind of think I’m putting a lot on you.” 

You begin brushing the product through her hair in sections. 

“It can feel like that sometimes when you spend most of your days with each other.” 

“I can’t show my feelings in other ways than taking care of you. I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry? Abby, are you listening to what I’m saying?” 

She just shakes her head, leaving you wondering what’s going on through that mind of hers.

“Abby. Talk to me.” You beg. 

“I like you, I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone before and the feelings are strong and unfamiliar. The sex just intensifies it, y'know. I want to take care of you, make sure you’re happy and overall content with our lives together.” 

A string tugged in the lowest pit of your belly. 

“But Abby, you do know I want that for you too?” 

She retreated into herself, trying to shrink further into the floor. “Part of me wants that too and another part wants to accept it. It’s hard for me to receive it,” Abby felt reluctant to continue. “I don’t know.” 

“What were you about to say?” 

“Nothing..”

“Abby, please,”

“My whole life, well,” Her voice cracked. “I had to take care of myself. My parents — I never knew them well like I should have. Of course, up until I was maybe six my mom was around and my dad would always be working. I spent a lot of time on my own and I made sure I had to be the best at everything since that’s all I really had, being the best. Other than school, I picked up wrestling, Model UN, and Student Council, and I ran the Debate Team, I occupied so much of my time to distract from the fact that I felt so empty. Like I was searching for their love in other places.” 

Her hair clung to the sides of her face, and suddenly she appeared younger, like that little girl searching for love that would fill her up. Your chest became heavy with apparent sadness. You wiped your hands on the towel around her neck and brought your hand to her chin. 

“Do you feel like that with me?” 

“Anything but…” She grinned lightly. 

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” 

“Yea?” 

“I like you, Abby. Just for you, even if you flunk out of school, lose this brain, this hair, and this perfect body, if you wanted to lose the parts of you that you think make you who you are, I would still see you as I always do. Please believe me when I say that.” 

Abby felt a tightening in her throat, your words made her feelings bubble over the edge of the pot called her heart. Her eyelids kissed, and a rolling tear tapped onto the back of her palm. She needed a moment, to herself, to let your words marinate in her mind. 

“It’s hard—”

“I know,” You shushed her and kissed her cheek. “Let’s get this conditioner out.” 

Abby stood in front of the mirror blowing her hair dry in her sports bra and a pair of cotton shorts hanging from her hips. Her face was stuck with a grimace that you wished to wipe from her face. You hug her waist, tugging her abs into your arms coating yourself in the dampness of her bra. 

“It looks great. Thank you,” She said, turning off the dryer. 

“Quit nursing school to do cosmetology?” 

“I’ll support you.” Her eyes narrowed before kissing you, and it felt different like all her desires from the beginning were crashing into you. A frantic gasp left her mouth while your lips wrapped around her tongue. Abby burned with an urgency that you couldn’t quite keep up with. Her chest puffs into yours, fighting for dominance and itching for more of your embrace. Abby leans down to brush her palm up the sides of your thighs, hoisting you into her arms onto her waist. You knew she could throw you any way she wanted, but it became real as you wrapped your legs around her body. You raise your hands to the sides of her face, forcing her deeper into the warmth of your mouth. The thin road of your lounge shorts became saturated with excitement. 

Although Abby yearned for you, she was sweet and supple, taking a fluid approach to her desires. She bit the bottom of your lip and sucked on the pink cushion. Her fingers explored the softest places she wanted to bite and bruise. She cupped your ass, pinching it with every lap of her tongue. Abby was levitating above this plane that you both existed on and merging onto a new one where only you two existed. She didn’t want to stop kissing you, feeling the weight of you in her arms this way and when you moved away slightly she frowned. 

She noticed your chest heaving, full of eagerness. 

“Abby, the HESI exam…” You carp in between the blonde’s kisses trailing your neck. 

“I know baby,” She buzzed on your skin, fully aware of her routine of studying, bathing, then bed. 

Abby knew school was her main priority, but in her heart, there was a shift to what the order of things in her life would soon become.

[angelbaby-fics]

Just saw my first picture of Ransom in the sweater during Autumn It has me thinking about Ransom where him being independent and less of a rich meanie, he is doing laundry and shrinks his sweater. THE sweater. So little gets a sweater just like cg Ransom. And he has to go buy another so they can match ♡ and they cuddle and eat cookies together ♡ that sounds like a nice day to me ♡

-♡

Sweater Weather

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: OMGGGGGGG anon this is such a cute idea!! i had to write it as a full fic & i even have some inklings of a part 2 in mind 😳 ahhh i'd give anything to hug him in that big comfy cozy sweater omg 🥺💕

Ransom could absolutely, one hundred percent do his own laundry. Seriously, how hard could it be? All he had to do was put the clothes in the machine, pour in some soap, and press start. Just because it took him until his forties to start doing this on his own didn’t mean you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks. Ransom was committed to setting a good example for you, teaching you how to be self-sustaining and not just a spoiled brat like he’d once been. As a result of this decision, the maid now only came every two weeks instead of weekly, and Ransom was responsible for everything in between. 

Dragging the hamper down into the laundry room, Ransom sighed as he tossed handfuls of dirty clothes into the washing machine. He slammed the metal door shut with a roll of his eyes; just because he could do the laundry didn’t mean he had to enjoy it. As the water began to fill up the drum of the machine, Ransom went back upstairs, settling into his big armchair to enjoy a book while he waited for you to wake up. The coffee he’d made earlier that morning was already room temperature by now, but he decided he’d rather just bear it than get up and make a new one. One chore was enough to deal with right now. When less than five minutes remained on the wash cycle, Ransom heard you stirring in your room upstairs. 

He took the stairs two at a time, not wasting a second to get you into his arms. Lifting you out of your crib, he rocked you back and forth, patting your back to soothe away a sob that hadn’t yet come. Ransom bounced you on his hip for a few minutes as you adjusted to the new morning, whispering sweet affirmations as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. He carried you over to the window, and you hid your face into his chest as he opened the curtains to let in the sunshine. Your daddy smelled like wood and cinnamon and love all wrapped up in one man.

The buzzer of the washing machine went off just as Ransom and you reached the bottom of the stairs. You looked up at him with wide eyes, frightened by the sudden noise, but he comforted you once more. “Shh baby, don’t worry,” Ransom soothed, “It's just the laundry.” He picked your blanket and pacifier up from the couch, adorning you with both. “Do you wanna help me put it all in the dryer?” You nodded, always eager for quality time with your daddy. He carried you back down to the basement where the laundry room was. You rarely saw this part of the house as you rarely needed to, aside from laundry it was mostly used for storage and guest accommodations if the upstairs guest rooms were taken. Curiously, you gazed all around you, taking in all the aspects of this new part of your daddy’s massive house. 

Ransom sat you on top of the dryer. Opening the doors of both machines, he began to take out damp clothes and hand them to you. It was your job to toss the clothes into the opening of the dryer below you. Finally, when all the clothes were loaded in, Ransom handed you a dryer sheet to put in with it all. It smelled like fresh lavender, the familiar scent of your sheets and blankets. You grinned behind your paci, so proud to be part of what made your house a home. Ransom picked you up off the dryer and set you down on the floor so you could push the door closed all by yourself, and you waved at your clothes through the clear window as they began to spin. 

To pass the time while the clothes dried, Ransom made you breakfast and helped you eat it at the kitchen table. He was just wiping off your face with the corner of your bib when he heard the buzzer on the dryer. This time you weren’t scared, you knew what the sound meant. 

“Is ready?” You asked with excitement.

“It sure is! Do you wanna help me organize it?” Ransom offered, happy to have his favorite little helper make the chores less boring.

Ransom removed your bib and lifted you back onto his hip. He put you back on top of the dryer and scooped all the warm, clean clothes into a hamper to take back upstairs.

“I’m sorry baby, but you gotta walk up with me.” He said with a sigh. “Daddy can’t hold you and the basket at the same time!”

But being the stubborn and spoiled little angel that you were, that wasn’t gonna happen. So Ransom carried you back upstairs, settled you into his big comfy bed, handed you a stuffy to watch you for the moment, and then retrieved the laundry on a second trip. When he got back upstairs, he dumped the warm clothes on top of you, making you giggle as the fresh laundry rained down on you in a flurry of cozy smells and soft textures. You emerged from the pile like a baby chicky from an egg. Ransom kissed your nose before starting to pick the clothes off of you one by one, folding each one as he went. One of your t-shirts, then another, a pair of his socks, and a cute little sweater of yours. 

Except… he couldn’t remember buying a sweater like this for you. In fact, it looked an awful lot like one of his sweaters but smaller.

“Oh, come on!” Ransom whined, dropping the shrunken sweater on the bed with frustrated force.

“What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked.

“I’m not sure,” Ransom replied, taking out his phone and furrowing his brows as he typed. 

Turns out, laundry was indeed more complicated than Ransom had assumed. If he’d been more careful, he would have known that some clothes needed special settings, or else the heat could warp the fibers and make them shrink. Thus, his favorite cream-colored cable knit sweater was now far too small for his giant frame.

It was perfect for you, however.

Thinking quickly, Ransom picked the sweater back up and held it up to you. Your eyes widened with glee. A new sweater just for you? And you’d be matching with daddy! You eagerly took the sweater out of his hands and put it on over your shirt. It fit you perfectly, the sleeves just slightly too long in the most perfectly cozy way. Wearing it felt like a constant hug from Ransom. Despite having just been washed, you could still smell him under the lavender scent. The threads of the knit were comfortably lived in, frayed around the hem from years of wear and anxious fiddling. That’s when you realized it was Ransom’s sweater all along, shrunken down to your size.

“But daddy…. It’s s’posed to be yours!” You said, looking up at him with a nervous look. 

As happy as you were to be the new owner of your favorite sweater, it saddened you to think you would never see him wear it again. Your eyes started to water, mourning the vision of your daddy as you always imagined him, snuggled up in the piece of clothing he’d owned the longest and worn most often. Change was hard for you to take, and Ransom understood that. “Hey, it's okay baby, you can have it now!” Ransom tried to cheer you up, gently wiping the tears from your face with his soft fingers.

“But I want you to have it!” You cried into the sleeves.

“It's too small for me, baby!” He laughed, a smile breaking through your sobs as you imagined Ransom squeezed into a tiny sweater. “But if you want, I can buy a new one for myself. Then we can match!”

You smiled, nodding leaning forward into his arms.

“Yeah? You like that idea?” Random asked, and you nodded again, killing two birds with one stone as you used the action to dry your tears on his shirt. “Alright baby, let's go out and buy a new sweater for daddy.”

[just-dreaming-marvel]

LEGACY ~ 3

LEGACY MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 1,975ish

Summary: As per usual for a Stark party, there's allows an afterparty.

Notes: I honestly want to get the later chapters out so bad! I've changed things for the better compared to the original character version of this story and I'm so excited to share!

Not long after you and Steve shared a dance, the guests had all been cleared out. The Team, Rhodey, Maria, Helen and yourself were all that were left. Sitting with the couches in a circle, everyone was focused on Thor’s hammer that rested on the coffee table in the center.

“But it’s a trick,” taunted Clint.

“Oh, no,” Thor responded. “It’s much more than that.”

“Uh, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!” Clint tried to make his voice deeper and more powerful. “Whatever man! It’s a trick.”

Thor motioned to his cherished weapon. “Please, be my guest.”

“Come on,” Tony urged.

“Really?” Clint questioned.

“Yeah!” Thor encouraged. 

Clint stood up and made his way over to the hammer.

“Oh, this is gonna be beautiful,” Rhodey quietly commented.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “Should someone be recording this?”

“Clint, you’ve had a tough week, we won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up,” Tony teased, causing everyone to laugh.

“You know I’ve seen this before, right?” Clint reminded Thor before he took hold of the hammer’s handle. He pulled at it, failing to lift it up from off the coffee table. Shaking his head, Clint chuckled. “I still don’t know how you do it.”

“Smell the silent judgment?”

“Please, Stark,” Clint motioned to the hammer, “by all means.” 

Tony stood up and dramatically unbuttoned his suit jacket.

“Oh, no,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“Here we go,” Natasha commented.

“Never one to shrink from an honest challenge,” Tony said, nudging Clint to the side with his shoulder. “It’s physics.”

“Physics!” Bruce repeated. 

“Right, so, if I lift it, I—I then rule Asgard?”

“Yes,” Thor answered, “of course.”

“Y/N, start packing your bags.”

“Okay, Dad,” you sarcastically replied. “Whatever you say.”

“I will be reinstituting Prima Nocta.”

“Dad, no!”

Tony smirked as his hand wrapped around the hammer’s handle. Grunting, he tried to lift the hammer but it didn’t budge.

“I’ll be right back,” he told everyone.

Tony jogged off, only to return a few moments later with an Iron Man gauntlet on. Everyone watched as he then tried to lift Thor’s hammer with his armored hand. Failing again, Tony convinced Rhodey to get a gauntlet from his War Machine suit and help.

“Are you even pulling?” Rhodey asked as he and Tony were trying to lift the hammer together.

“Are you on my team?” Tony shot back.

“Just represent. Pull!”

“Alright, let’s go!”

Even together, they weren’t able to lift the weapon from the table. Trying to hide the defeat, the two men put their gauntlets away and grabbed another drink before finding their seats. Bruce was chosen to go up next. As he failed to lift it as well, he roared as if he was going to change into the Hulk, which he also didn’t do. Natasha smiled sweetly at him while the rest looked at Bruce with wary expressions. Steve then stood up to give it a try, rolling up his sleeves along the way.

“Let’s go, Steve,” Tony jested. “No pressure.”

“Come on, Cap,” Rhodey joined in.

“You’ve got this, Steve!” you added..

Steve shot you a brief glance before gripping the handle of the hammer and pulling. Thor’s smug face quickly turned down into a frown as the hammer lifted slightly. Steve tried to lift it again but it didn’t move. You silently questioned if Steve could lift it and that he was just sparing Thor’s feelings.

“Nothing,” Thor breathed out in relief.

“Widow?” Bruce wondered, looking at Nat.

“Oh, no, no,” she replied, shaking her head. “That’s not a question I need answered.”

“Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Same here,” you responded. “I couldn't care less about picking up the hammer.”

“All deference to the man who wouldn’t be king, but it’s rigged,” stated Tony.

“You bet your ass,” Clint agreed as he playfully hit Tony’s back on his way to get another beer.

“Steve!” exclaimed Maria. “He said a bad language word.”

Steve shook his head. “Did you tell everyone about that?” He questioned Tony.

“I wasn’t told about it,” you said.

Steve smiled at you as Tony ignored you both, continuing to question the hammer, “The handle’s imprinted, right? Like a security code. Whosoever is carrying Thor’s fingerprints is, I think, the literal translation?”

“Yes,” Thor answered as he stood up. “Well, that’s, uh, that’s a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one.” He picked up the hammer and started to toss it. “You’re all not worthy.”

“Boo!” They all responded.

Suddenly, a loud screeching noise pierced everyone’s ears. Everyone all winced and quickly covered their ears. As it faded, Tony pulled out his phone to see what could possibly have caused that noise. Slow metal footsteps echoed throughout the room before a robotic voice spoke.

“Worthy… No…” the voice began, “how could you be worthy? You’re all killers… all of you.”

The whole group stood up and turned to face the direction of the voice. It looked like it was coming from a wrecked Iron Legion suit. Getting nervous, you took a step back so that you were closer to Steve.

“Stark,” Steve sternly called, taking a step closer to you.

“JARVIS,” Tony called, trying to get the AI’s attention.

“I’m sorry, I was asleep,” the robotic voice continued. “Or… I was a dream…”

Tony tapped on his phone screen, trying to stop the bot. “Reboot, Legionnaire OS, we got a buggy suit.”

“There was this terrible noise… and I was tangled in… in… strings… I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”

“You killed someone?” Steve questioned, fully stepping protectively in front of you.

“Wouldn’t have been my first call. But, down in the real world we’re faced with ugly choices.”

“Who sent you?” Thor asked.

“I see a suit of armor around the world,” Tony’s voice echoed from the speakers around the room.

Your head snapped in the direction of your father, who refused to look your way. “Dad?” You breathed out.

“Ultron,” said Bruce, sharing a worried glance with Tony.

“In the flesh,” the suit responded, “or, no, not yet. Not this chrysalis. But I’m ready. I’m on a mission.”

Noticing that Maria pulled out her gun and Thor was gripping his hammer tighter, you took a deep breath. You knew that this situation would most likely end in a fight.

“What mission?” Natasha questioned.

“Peace in our time,” Ultron responded.

All of a sudden, the rest of the Iron Legion came breaking through the walls and began attacking the group. Steve quickly grabbed you and flipped over the coffee table near them to block two incoming suits. The suits hit the table, causing you and Steve to fly back. Maria started shooting at the suits while Thor used his hammer. You and Steve looked at each other, panting slightly. Reaching a hand out, Steve gently ran his thumb across a bleeding cut on your forehead.

“I was going to ask if you were okay,” Steve said, “but you’re healing as I speak.”

“Yeah,” you replied, pushing yourself up, “it’s a great trick.”

Steve stood up as well. “You need to get somewhere safe.”

“Not a chance, Steve. I helped build these suits, I can help stop them.”

He gave a nod, knowing he didn’t have time to fight you on this. “Stay safe.” Then he ran off to take out a bot.

You glanced around, assessing the situation. Natasha had rushed Bruce to the other side of the bar, probably trying to keep him from turning green. Tony and Rhodey were on the other side of the room, trying to head to their suits but were quickly stopped by some rouge Iron Legion suits. Rhodey dropped through the glass floor and down to the next level.

“Rhodey!” Maria yelled as she shot at the suit that had taken Rhodey down.

You turned and spotted one of the suits, quickly running towards it. Having helped design the suits, you knew the weak points on the Iron Legion suits. You jumped over Clint as he slid under one of the tables and into a bookshelf. Using a piece of nearby furniture, you launched yourself onto the back of the suit that you had targeted. Reaching around the suit, you punched your hand into the chest and tore out the arc reactor. You pushed it away as you two fell to the ground. You landed on her hands and feet in a way that Natasha had taught you.

Quickly, you took out two more Iron Legion suits before one came up from behind you and grabbed your neck. As it squeezed your neck, it lifted you up. Your hands clawed at the iron fingers as your legs kicked back. You fought as the suit headed toward the staircase with you still in its grasp. 

All around you, fighting was still happening, causing no one to notice the situation you were in. Tony had grabbed a fondue stick and had launched himself onto one of the flying suits. At the same time, Thor and Steve were working together to protect Helen from being attacked.

“Stark!” Steve shouted, using his tone to ask the man to do something about the situation.

“One sec, one sec!” Tony yelled back, still flying around on the back of a rogue suit.

You gasped as the suit’s grasp around your neck grew tighter. With all your strength, you kicked back and got loose. You bolted for the nearby stairs, both to get away from the suit and to get to the control room. Unfortunately, you didn’t make it far before two of the suits grabbed you, each had one arm. You were forced around to face Ultron, one of the suits that had grabbed you.

“Hmm, you’re a special one, aren’t you?” Ultron taunted as he led you away from the stairs. “The files on you… so many files… they are all… interesting.” He was pausing like he was reading something in his mind.

“Let me go,” you demanded as you tried to get out of their grips.

“I am now one of the few who know the truth.”

“The truth? What truth?”

“The truth about you. The secrets that HYDRA and SHIELD have on you… I can tell you about them.”

“I don’t care what you know!”

“Join me and I will tell you the truth that no one has been willing to tell you themselves.”

“I would never join—”

“Cap!” Clint yelled.

The attention fell on Clint as he threw Steve the shield. Steve caught it and immediately threw it at the last standing Iron Legion that was holding onto your arm. It dismembered around your feet. 

“That was dramatic,” Ultron stated. “I’m sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn’t think it through.” Ultron shook his head. “You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it’s not allowed to… evolve?”

“Let her go,” Tony’s voice was rough and serious. He pushed himself off of where he had landed on the stairs.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt her… yet. She has so much potential that could be used for my purpose. It would be a shame for her to go to waste too soon.” 

“Let her go,” Tony repeated, more angry this time.

If Ultron could smirk, you felt like he was doing it right now. He looked around at the Team. “I have learned that there is only one path to peace: the Avengers’ extinction.”

Thor suddenly threw his hammer at Ultron, narrowly avoiding you and smashing Ultron to pieces. The grip he had on your arm was gone and you stood there in shock. And though the body was destroyed, Ultron’s voice still sung out, “I had string, but now I’m free… There are no strings on me…”

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[pagerunner-j]

I don't pay a whole lot of attention to celebrity fashion, but every now and then a picture will cross my feed and I just...stare at it...for a while, marveling at choices.

In this case, I was thinking things like, "Okay, one of these two just kinda rolled out of bed and grabbed a comfy shirt, and the other got put through a shrink wrap machine before being wheeled out onto the red carpet."

(All right, sand...carpet. Whatever. It's Dune. Pose without rhythm, etc.)

[weclassybouquetfun]

Emmys season is officially OVAH! With film festivals underway, we have roughly a month until we roll into film awards season. Until then, a brief look back.

How I Spent (Some of) My Emmys FYC Season

It started out with the two-day Deadline Contenders. Always a good time because by the end of the day (8am-6pm) you feel like you've survived an endurance test.

Jimmy Fallon working the room.

I love FYC season because it gives me the opportunity to go panels for crafts that don't get the same attention as front of camera does. My favourite panels this FYC season was AppleTV's Costume and Production Designers panel which had legendary costume designer Colleen Atwood on hand; and the very informative AppleTV's Music Supervisors panel which featured the music supervisors of THE NEW LOOK (which I was especially excited about), MASTERS OF THE AIR and many more.

MASTERS OF THE AIR screened the finale with a live score and a Q&A (Netflix's RIPLEY did a truncated version, where they did a live score of a compilation).

MONARCH: LEGACY OF MONSTERS panel

Netflix's installation is always a good time, though it has shrunk post-pandemic. Prior to the pandemic Netflix and Amazon's FYC installations would run close to two months, with several panels a week. Now it runs shorter, with fewer panels and less talent on hand. This year felt especially skimpy, but I think it has to do with the strikes and if they are transferring their FYC money to pay talent, then I am all for shrinking the events down.

The highlight for me was THE GENTLEMEN panel. Daniel Ings and Theo James are fun lads. I assumed Theo would be uptight, but not at all.

RIPLEY represented by Andrew Scott, Dakota Fanning and Elliot Sumner.

Apple TV had a set installation and when they wrapped that location, it travelled.

Amazon usually has a really great one and it was still good this year, but heavily reduced. Like AppleTV+, Amazon had a set venue and a traveling installation. They changed up in one aspect: the past year or two they would set up one wrap-up location and have food trucks and a bit of swag to give out. This year, they dispersed the food trucks around town with all of them (four in total) ending up at Hollywood Forever cemetery.

Disney built out the Directors Guild lobby for their install.

They normally only have two rooms for costumes, but this time they had photo ops like you could take pictures in the (Emmy winning) QUIZ LADY booth or in the ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING elevator. You could also get in THE BEAR fridge or grab a snack from the ABBOTT ELEMENTARY kitchen vending machine. The lobby was decor in homage to FEUD: CAPOTE VS. THE SWANS.

No, Aaron Pierre wasn't an installation - he was there for a panel for GENIUS: MLK /X.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Snowfall Sweethearts | Sugar and Dye

Warnings: 18+, swearing

After a few years of being in wrapping, Charity finally shows her hand at her true skill as an elf

Dividers by @saradika

There's a commotion in the kitchen, nearly a third of the elves are running around trying to right it.

Not Charity though. No, she's still in wrapping, doing her job, headphones on, blocking out the chaos.

In fact, she doesn't even notice anything is amiss until Bernard inches into her line of sight.

"Hey baby," She smiles, pushing her headphones around her neck. Her shoulders slump when he smiles sheepishly, "What's wrong? And... why do you smell like burnt sugar?"

"There was a mishap in confection," He admits, "I need your help."

"Okay...?" Her eyes go wide when he grabs her wrist and starts hurrying them out of the workshop, a trail of wrapping paper and ribbon behind them.

The whole kitchen reeks of burnt sugar and the doorframe to confections is marred from black smoke.

"I got her, sir," Bernard calls out, pushing them through the crowd of elves.

"Good cause- Charity?" Santa's eyes narrow at him, "Look, I get you're together, but Charity isn't the answer to every problem."

"When the hell did we automate confections?" She asks, scowling at the large machine in the middle of the room with contempt. When no one answers she looks over to Bernard who looks almost guilty, "Twitch?"

"Uh, about... a century ago," He mutters, "Give or take a decade..."

"A century?"

"It's quicker!"

"You can't automate candy making at the North Pole!" She argues, "Are you fucking serious?"

"Language!" Santa scolds, "Charity, you obviously have some insight into this. The machine's busted for the rest of the season, and now we're further behind than usual."

Bernard shrinks under her glare, he knew she'd be pissed if she found out. Her nose scrunches, causing her glasses to rise slightly on the reddened skin.

She suddenly turns and storms toward the storage room, muttering to herself about how she can't believe they did this.

"Do I have to haul all this out myself?!" She yells from the closet and a few elves scurry over to help her.

Even Bernard helps Santa and the others get the old equipment out, most of the elves looking on in confusion, most of them being only recently put on the candy line sometime in the past fifty years.

"We don't know how to use this stuff."

Charity rolls her eyes and pulls off her sweater, then her second, leaving her in a cropped long sleeve as she hangs them outside the door.

"A fucking travesty," She grumbles, tightening her ponytail and pushing up her sleeves.

He tries not to stare too hard at the way her tattoo peaks out from the waistline of her jeans.

The whole group watches in awe as she works, letting muscle memory take over.

"Ribbon candy?" One of the elves scoffs when she starts shaping her wrapped and pulled sweet. They continue even when Bernard motions for them to stop, "No kid wants ribbon candy, it's the twenty-first century!"

The elves around them step back at the pointed glare she throws at them.

"Ribbon candy is a classic," She points out, "And kids don't care as long as they get colorful sugar."

She gets the first batch out in record time with the help of a few elves that timidly stepped up.

Bernard lingers behind as the rest of crowd disperses, watching Charity in her element, adoration emanating off of him.

"Bernard," Santa snaps his fingers near him to get his attention.

"W-! Y-yes sir?" He reluctantly takes his eyes off her.

"Why was Charity working in wrapping when this is obviously what she's more suited to?" He asks, "She didn't even look at a recipe."

He shrugs, "She used to be head of confections before she got sent to the mortal realm. When she came back she wanted something a little slower paced and I..."

Santa looks at him queerly when he pauses and he clears his throat before continuing, "I may have been scared to tell her the candy was machine-made now."

"So that's why she's so opinionated about it."

"She used to pull when she was mad. It kind of comes naturally and she's... not happy right now. I'm gonna get an earful later," He glances back over at her. She's teaching the others how to properly pull the candy on the hook as they struggle, "But we shouldn't have to worry about being behind again."

"She's that good?"

They both look over when another elf shouts and Bernard cringes.

"We should be prepared for an influx of burns."

"You should have told me."

"You should have been more careful," He tuts, helping her bandage various cuts and burns from the day as she sits on his thigh.

"I just need to rebuild my calluses," She pouts, "And you're dodging."

He sighs, "You said you wanted to do something less stressful and I knew you would flip when you found out. I just..."

He laces his fingers with hers, not willing to look her in the eye, "I wanted you to be comfortable here and go at your own pace. I knew it would upset you so I just didn't tell you..."

She pulls one of her hands away to grip his chin, raising it just enough for her to softly kiss him.

He trails after her when she pulls away, looking up at her with stars in his eyes, "What was that for?"

She hums and bumps her nose with his, eyes shut, "For being sweet... In your own, stubborn way."

He leans in brushing their lips together again.

"You're not mad?" He breathes.

"Oh I'm furious," She teases, "But not at you."

He reaches up to hold the back of her neck, kissing her harder.

She laughs into the kiss, her stomach twists, and she moves her hands to hold his cheeks.

"That still gives me butterflies," She whispers.

"Me too," He admits, voice no louder than hers.

"And I think I need to start an official transfer to confections."

It's his turn to laugh as he nods.

"I think we can arrange that," He pets her hair, eyes bright and loving, "You'll whip them into shape in no time."

"I'll definitely have my work cut out for me," She groans.

[not-a-space-alien]

Savage Sunset Chapter 13S

In this chapter: Valen gets a long overdue hug.

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Content/Content warnings for this chapter: Nonconsensual bondage/restraint/being trapped, gag/muzzle, aftermath of torture, starvation, heavy emotional distress

The alarm went off way, way too soon.

Ari smashed it into silence and groaned, rolling over and burying her head in the pillow. 

“Ari,” said Lex.  “We can’t sleep in.”

Ari raised her head, eyes like death.  “Oh.  Right.”

“I guess we need to think of something.” Some way to safely talk to this person who was potentially very, very dangerous and evil, but also potentially very, very innocent.

Ari blinked slowly.  “I need some coffee.”

They shuffled into the kitchen, talking quietly to try and minimize Valen hearing them.  “Okay,” said Ari, pouring hot water into the coffee maker and turning it on.  “I've got it. He can’t make us open locks we can’t open, like we don’t have the key to.  So let’s just use a combination lock that you don’t know the combination to, and you can talk to him safely while I stand out of earshot.”

“Oh, brilliant!” said Lex.  She retrieved the milk from the fridge.  “He could still, I don’t know–he could do other things though, right?  Like, he could make us attack each other again.”

The coffee machine gargled.  “Right,” said Ari.  “So let’s do it outside.  If we can’t take him back inside, because he figured out some way to kill or incapacitate us, then good for him, he gets to burn.”

Lex took the pot of coffee off the machine and poured it into her cup, adding milk.  “That’s a good idea.  That should be enough, right?  To take the gag out, and let him talk, while still keeping us safe? To avoid a repeat of...that.”

Ari poured the scalding hot black coffee from the carafe directly into her mouth.  “Hggn.”

“I’ll go check on him.”

Lex padded into the living room.  To her relief, the vampire was still on the shrink-wrapped couch, having barely even changed positions.  His eyes were half-lidded, heavy, but clearly awake.

“Did you sleep okay?”

His eyes snapped open, then swept up and down her.  He looked exhausted, and he tilted his face into the pillow.

“Ari has something we’re going to try, okay?”  Lex took a sip of her coffee.  “I think this’ll solve our problem.  Just sit tight for a minute, and we’ll come get you.”

She tiptoed back into the kitchen, where Ari had started to demolish a protein bar.  “Poor guy.  He can’t have slept well.”

“He’s been through a hell of a lot worse than sleeping on a crinkly couch.”  Ari ducked into the dining room closet, rifling through it.  “I think this is where that combination lock is.”

She came out a few moments later with a lock, a hammer, and a stake.  “Okay, let’s do this.”

They came back into the living room.  Ari gestured for him to sit up, and he pivoted on the couch as best as he could.  Ari knelt down and untied the restraint around his ankles.  “Okay,” she said, tossing it to the side.  “Let me see your wrists.”

He held them out, and Ari unlocked them, unwinding the silver chain to its full length.  He watched her work with some trepidation.

“All right, keep them together just like that,” she said, re-wrapping the cloth on his wrists.  “Good boy.”

His face flushed deep red.  He must be embarrassed from Ari talking down to him like that.

She wrapped a portion of the chain back around his wrists, just one turn, and took out the lock and fastened them together, leaving a long length like a leash.

He got a look of dread on his face.  Ari kept the lead in her hand.  “All right, Lex is going to help you walk.  Don’t panic.”

Even underneath of Ari’s reassurances, he could be heard whining softly, like a scared dog.  Lex took his elbow and put a hand on his back, pushing him up.  Ari tugged gently at the chain, pulling him forward, hands firsts, through the living room, into the dining room, through the kitchen and towards the back door.

He seemed to like that even less.  He stopped dead at the threshold to the backyard, eyes searching the sky as though for aerial predators.

It was clear enough what he was thinking.  Lex started to second-guess their plan.  But they had to do something to keep themselves safe, given how wrong it’d gone last time they’d tried something like this.

“Come on,” said Ari, tugging at the chain on his wrists.

“It’s all right,” said Lex, bumping him gently, hoping that maybe this time reassuring him wouldn’t backfire.

He took a few shaky steps forward.  Ari opened the door and helped him step down, onto the back porch, and then out into the yard.

He walked out into the yard with the resignation and general air of a man being led to the gallows.  He stopped when they prompted him to, in the center of the yard.  They’d have plenty of privacy here, with the hedges closing them in…but not so much that they would be shielded from the sun when it rose.

Ari withdrew the stake.  His face screwed up in apprehension, clearly anticipating it being stabbed through his chest, but Ari knelt and aligned the stake through one of the chain links and pounded it into the grass, securing him to the ground.

“Okay, here’s what–Jesus Christ.”  Ari had started to stand and explain things to him, only to see his entire countenance locked into an expression of absolute unbridled terror, all color drained from his face, eyes glazed over and hands half-extended as if to fend off a blow, nostrils flaring.

“It’s okay,” said Lex, “we’re not going to leave you out here.”

“Let me explain it to you,” said Ari.

“You’re safe,” said Lex.

Tears welled up in his eyes, words rolling right over him, entire body shaking.

“Woah, hey, hey,” said Ari, and they both got handfuls of him to stop him from falling over.

“Sh,” said Lex.  “It’s okay, it’s okay, I promise it’s okay.”

“This is going to be good,” said Ari.  “This is a safety precaution, but you’re going to get to talk.”

A squeak slipped out, and he swallowed, eyes bouncing between the two of them.

“All right, here’s how this is going to work,” said Ari, crossing her arms.  “We’re going to take the gag out, and you and Lex are going to talk.  Just talk.  You will not use persuasion.”

He nodded vigorously, shaking.

“But you know for our own safety, we can’t just ask you nicely not to use persuasion.  So we have precautions.  I am going to stand in the house and watch from the kitchen window.”  Ari pointed to the lock that was keeping Valen’s wrists together and chained to the ground.  “I know the combination to that lock, and Lex doesn’t.  So there’s no way you can force her to unlock you.  And if you somehow manage to incapacitate her, or get us to kill each other or something, your only reward will be being locked outside when the sun comes up in an hour with no one to bring you inside.  Got it?”

Valen shook his head desperately, tears flowing down his cheeks.

Come on, I know this is scary, but you almost killed me.  You can’t expect us not to take precautions.  “You must understand that we have to do something to prevent a repeat of what happened last time,” said Lex, with a hand crawling up her neck to the bandages there.  “Okay?”

He tried to steady his breathing, and nodded.

“Great,” said Ari, and she walked all the way across the yard, into the back door, and appeared in the kitchen window.

Lex turned back to Valen, who’d folded his legs neatly under himself, sitting in the grass.  Lex leaned over him, gentle hands brushing against the cloth gag.  “I want to take this off now.  I don’t like keeping you restrained. Do you understand?”

He nodded.

“Do you believe me?”

He nodded.

“...Are you just saying what you think I want to hear?”

He nodded tearfully.

“Okay.  Don’t do that.  I need to know what you’re thinking to make this easier on both of us.  Okay?  I promise I won’t get mad.  Now, do you understand?”

He nodded.

“Do you believe me?”

A pause.  Then, he shook his head.

“Okay.  That’s okay.  Thank you for telling me.  I don’t know how to convince you, but it’s true.  I want us to talk.  Just talk.  I’m going to take the gag out, and we’re going to talk.  Ari already explained to you.  Okay?”

He trembled.  

“Are you ready?” 

He looked up at her with huge, tearful eyes.

Lex’s fingers felt for the knot at the back of his head, the cloth tied with his hair caught in it.  She undid it, and the cloth slipped out, and she folded it neatly and put it in her pocket.  “There.  How’s that?”

His lip wobbled.  He seemed at a loss.

“Maybe we can start by–”

“Please don’t leave me in the sun.”  He was nearly hysterical, clearly already pushing his hoarse voice to its limits.  “Please, please don’t leave me out here in the sun–”

Oh god, he hadn’t understood correctly, he thought they were threatening to leave him in the sun.  “Woah, hey, hey, hey,” said Lex.  “Don’t misunderstand.  We’re taking you back in before sunrise.  The only reason we wouldn’t is because we were dead, or something.  It was just–it’s just to make sure you have some incentive to not try and kill us.”

“I won’t,” said Valen, voice cracking uncontrollably.  “I won’t, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I attacked you.  I’m so sorry, Lex, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Oh please don’t.  She’d been prepared for him to ask the question that had been eating at her, Why did you leave me there?  But she hadn’t been prepared for him to beg so fearfully.  It broke her heart.

She put one hand on his chained wrists, on his lap, and used the other to caress his cheek, hoping that would maybe make him feel better.  “Sh, it’s okay.  Like I said, I know you’re hungry.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, clearly trying not to cry even more.

“I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot.  Let me introduce myself. I’m Alexis, but you can call me Lex.”

 “My–I’m–my name–name is–Valen.”

She squeezed his hand.  “It’s nice to finally meet you.”  She gestured towards the window.  “That’s my girlfriend, Ari.  She can be kind of scary sometimes, but that’s just because she cares, even if she pretends she doesn’t.”

Valen was clearly very, very afraid of Ari, hunching down as though he could hide from her.

"Now let me ask you something, Valen.  And it's okay to tell me the truth even if it sounds bad. I promise I won't get mad at you."  This was the million dollar question, which would determine how guilty she should feel.  "Why did you come here, into human territory? What were you doing?"

Please just say you were here to hunt and torture and kill humans, and it was for the best that we stopped you, and that we taught you a lesson and you’re a good person now.  I don’t think I could bear it if you were actually innocent this whole time.

Tears flooded his eyes as he started to stammer. "There's–a mushroom –mushrooms are–more closely related to –than to–plants–and–the–fiber–orange–because it –it–it's similar to–to hemoglobin –" His disused voice cracked and gave out.  He hung his head, gasping in huge, panicked breaths.

Well that wasn’t what she’d expected.  She couldn’t make heads or tails of what he was trying to say.

Lex’s hand caressed his jaw gently, tilting his chin back up to make eye contact with her.  “Take your time.”

He visibly tried to steady himself, then broke down immediately once again.  “Please don’t give me back to Nick.  Please, please don’t give me back to Nick.  Please don’t let him have me.”

Nick had been the one to do this to him, but Lex had given him to Nick, knowing full well what sort of fate was in store for him.  This was her fault, as well as Ari’s, even if Nick’s hands had been the ones to carry the torture out.  She squeezed his hand, resolute.  “I won’t.  You’re done with Nick.  You’re not ever going to see him again if I can help it.”

He shuddered, hiccuping.  “I was–I was–I was trying to–to…”  He swallowed.  “I know you won’t believe me, but please, please believe me, I wasn’t ever trying to hurt anyone.” 

It almost didn’t matter whether or not she believed him at this point.  The initial reason was almost irrelevant now.  It mattered more for Lex’s own conscience, and to give Valen the chance to vindicate himself.

“I was here because I was trying to–to make–to make fake blood.”

“Because you were hoping to be able to drink something other than real human blood?”

He nodded.

The pit that had been forming in Lex’s stomach fully manifested.  Not only had she let such a horrible thing happen to someone on her watch, but it had been to someone who had been fighting upstream against a tidal wave of cruelty, the same one she herself had been trying to stop.

But…she’d never heard of this.  It was generally regarded as impossible, for vampires to drink something other than real human blood.  “Why?”

“Why?” he choked.  “Be–because–the blood–the farms–it’s–”  

He’s trying to explain he’s horrified by the way other vampires feed, she realized.  That was it.  He was clearly struggling to explain his thoughts adequately, but combined with what she’d seen, and her own guesses, it was enough in her mind.  “Because you didn’t want to hurt anyone?”

“Yes,” he exploded, and he slumped over, weeping violently.  “That’s all I ever wanted.  Please, please, please–”

“I believe you,” she said.  “Hey, look at me.”

He did so, eyes wide and desperate.  Lex felt so, so bad.  She’d doled out the ultimate punishment for someone else’s kindness.  A kind vampire was such a rarity that Lex felt like she’d found a lost painting by Leonardo da Vinci at a garage sale, bought it for $5, and taken it home to use as a coaster.

She had to fix this.  She had to fix this.  If there was any chance that Valen still wanted to be a good person, she had to nurture that instinct in him, to keep it from dying out.  She wouldn’t be able to live with herself otherwise, knowing that she'd snuffed out something like that.

“I believe you.  I’m…I’m sorry I let this happen.  I’m sorry I let Nick do this to you.  I’m…I’m sorry I did this to you.  I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance.”

“I’m sorry I bit you,” he said.  “I’m sorry that I bit you.”

He was still apologizing to her.  Out of fear, perhaps, but nonetheless.  He had every right to be furious at her.  He’d been trying to feed his starving body, to save himself from the state she’d let him get into.  She raised her shoulders, sighing.  “I…kind of deserved it.”

“No!” said Valen.  “Nobody–Nobody deserves that!  Everyone d-deserves to feel, to feel safe, and in–in control of what’s happening to them–to their own body.”  His voice gave out again, leaving him shaking and coughing.

Holy shit.  He still thinks that.  He still wants that.  We haven’t driven that out of him.  It’s not too late to fix this.  She felt her own tears prickling at her eyes, and she gripped him fiercely, resisting the urge to pull him into a hug.  “Thank you.  Thank you for holding onto that all this time.  Thank you for not letting us beat that out of you.”

A flash of emotions contorted his face, bloody saliva dripping from his mouth as he dipped his head, sobbing.

She felt bad again.  He’d gone through all this, and now he was trapped outside before sunrise.  From his perspective, these safety precautions must have just been unnecessarily terrorizing him even more.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  She curled her hands around his back.  “Do you want a hug?”

“Y-yes,” he warbled.  

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him in.  It was only when she felt his breath on her neck did she truly realize what she’d just done, pulled his face right into the position he would be in to feed from her.

He could bite her again, and kill her, and it would be justified, probably.  Her limbs locked up, flooded with new traumatic memories.  But she refused to let go.  His bony frame shook in her arms, jerking with hitching breaths.

She felt his teeth on her shirt, nibbling it.  He clearly wanted to bite very, very badly.  But he was holding himself back, which was impressive.

And clearly the hug was very deeply appreciated, with the way he leaned into it.  But best to disengage, to not push their luck.  And…he still smelled like rotting blood.

“Are you ready to go back inside now?”

He sobbed pitifully as she pulled back from him.  “Yes.”

“Okay.  We’ll just have Ari come over here, and we’ll get you all taken care of.”

The sun rose a while later, onto a stake securing an empty chain to an empty lawn, starting a new day.

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Fictober 2022 04: How would that even work?

Prompt number: 4. “How would that even work?”

Original Fiction

Rating: E

Warnings/Tags: Destruction, Disintegration

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“Okay, so what you’re telling me is you’ve found a solution to world hunger.” Allison grinned and nodded as she showed off the giant machine. “That’s right. It scans a piece of fruit or a vegetable, then fires at another object, converting its mass into energy. It then transfers that energy into the scanned object and turns it back into mass!” John rolled his eyes, “How would that even work?” She just grinned and flicked a switch, “Like this!” The odd looking “gun” lowered down from the ceiling, focusing on the orange sitting on the stainless steel table. It then slowly turned towards a nearby trash can full of waste paper. The can seemed to dissolve into mist and vanish into the air. Within a moment an odd stretching sound came from the fruit as it slowly expanded, doubling, then tripling in size! John just stared at the fruit, stunned as Allison raced over to pick it up She sliced it open to show that it was a perfect, juicy, edible piece of fruit and tossed half of it to John to try. He leaned back against the wall, not noticing he was leaning on the activation switch for a machine as he tasted the fruit. “It’s perfect!” “I know, right?” Allison relaxed on the table, not noticing as the machine began to scan once more. John, on the other hand leapt away from the wall as he smelled smoke coming from behind him, the switch having shorted out.

Allison barely got out of the way in time as the machine fired, dissolving the stainless steel table she had been sitting on. She looked down at the half of an orange in her hand, expecting to see it grow dramatically. Instead, it seemed to dwindle, shrinking away in her palm. She tugged at the collar of her shirt as she turned towards John who was staring at her in shock. Staring UP at her in shock. The normally 5’10” blonde was now pushing over seven feet tall and still slowly rising, her clothing pulling tight against her skin. She pushed him out of the way, racing over to turn off the machine and getting a nasty jolt of electricity from the switch instead. The gun started to power up once more, taking aim at a nearby couch before disintegrating that as well. Allison doubled over as she felt the energy flowing into her this time, her clothing tightening painfully all at once. Cloth split and threads snapped as she grew not just upwards, but swelled out in all directions, with every passing second there was simply MORE of her. Unsure of how to shut it off but fearign what might happen if the beam fired at another object, John grabbed a nearby length of pipe and smashed the control arm for the “gun”, leaving it dangling loosely, aiming down at the floor. He then rushed over to comfort Allison, who was crouched down onto her knees and almost in tears. He did his best to wrap his arms around her, rubbing her back, assuring her that he would do everything he could to help her find a way to get back to normal. He heard the gun powering up once more, but paid it no mind until he felt Allison’s body pushing outwards once more. He turns his head towards the damaged machine to see it still aimed at the ground. There, a hole was forming in the floor, rapidly getting wider and deeper as the wood, concrete and earth were disintegrated and showing no sign of stopping!

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What's your favourite thing you've written this year? Can be a whole story, a chapter, a line or piece of dialogue, a turn of phrase - anything!

My favorite thing that I've written this year is the first scene that I wrote for Marigold (it's from chapter two), and writing it was what made me decide to publish the story (and ultimately the buzz as well). I'd been out of fandom for a couple of years at that point, had even deleted my original tumblr, and I was honestly really hesitant to start publishing fanfic again.

This particular idea, however, haunted me for like two weeks before I finally hashed it out, and writing it really made me really want to share it with people. Marigold has had a very clear start, middle, and end for me right from the beginning, and it all took shape around this little section:

Bowie wraps up and Dio starts playing Rainbow in the Dark. Chrissy preens, starts crooning; she loves this song. It might be her favorite, next to Uptown Girl. It’s a song she’d stumbled on, discovered while watching MTV at a house party last fall. She’s not generally into this sort of music--hard and heavy, usually aggressive--but Chrissy believes firmly that every genre has exceptions, songs that are for anybody and everybody, and this song is one of those; a gateway drug for metal music. “Lost my hold to the shadows of the night,” she sings quietly. Chrissy queues up at the til behind the only other customer in the store. She absentmindedly takes in his height and broad shoulders and long curly hair, which is pulled into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. There’s a joint tucked behind his ear, and the well-conditioned, prudish part of Chrissy’s brain thinks well that’s brazen. He’s wearing a worn and faded black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and jeans made of more holes than denim. He’s wearing a chain, and he’s got a nice butt. There’s a Slim Jim, a package of Twinkies, and two stacked cartons of Pall Malls on the counter in front of him, and he’s drumming his long fingers against the plastic of the lottery ticket display. His fingers are full of rings. Abruptly Chrissy’s brain catches up with what she’s looking at, specifically that she's been casually checking out Eddie Munson. She tenses immediately and her eyes go wide. Shit. Chrissy doesn’t want him to see her. She’s enjoying this however-brief foray into a version of Hawkins where she’s got a little anonymity, where she's not Chrissy Cunningham. She’s not ready for the spell to be broken, to turn into a pumpkin, to hear her mother’s ugly words again (not after just resolving to stamp them out of her subconscious). She wants to eat, actually eat the chili dog in her hand. Chrissy takes a couple of steps backward, glancing frantically around for an escape route, considers ducking behind a shelf and spying on him from behind the bags of corn nuts. It’s too late, though. Eddie starts turning around, and he does so in slow motion. His mouth is twisting into a grin. His fringe and the loose curls around his face bounce. He’s leaning against the gum rack, and one of his legs is bouncing too, fingers still tap-tap-tapping away. “Great song--” he starts to say, but Eddie stops dead in both movement and words the second he and Chrissy make eye contact. Obvious recognition flits across his face. “Oh dang,” she all but whispers. Chrissy would shrink, the way she always does, it’s what she wants to do, make herself so small she just disappears; she wishes she could fold herself into the walk-in fridge with the bags of milk, or climb into the ice machine. Her arms are laden with glorious garbage, though, so she’s stuck. She’s on display like an exhibit in a museum: Unhinged, Spiraling Cheerleader - 1985. Chrissy starts chewing on her bottom lip, heat rising unbidden in her cheeks, because of course it does. (She must look absolutely insane.) Eddie seems to struggle to take in everything--her food, her clothes, her music, her very existence in this 7/11--it looks like he’s trying to mentally solve a very complicated math problem. “Chrissy Cunningham?” he asks, profoundly confused. She nods, mutely. He nods back slowly. “You’re listening to Dio.” This is a statement, not a question. “Um,” she manages. “Yes?” He blinks. “Oh.”

Thanks for the ask, @notquitecogent 🥰

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What Are LDPE Shrink Films?

LDPE shrink films are made from low-density polyethylene, a thermoplastic polymer known for its lightweight and flexible properties. These films are designed to shrink tightly over products when exposed to heat, creating a secure, tamper-evident seal. The shrinking process helps the film conform to the shape of the product, providing a snug fit that enhances both protection and presentation.

Benefits of LDPE Shrink Films

Enhanced Protection: LDPE shrink films provide excellent protection against dust, moisture, and physical damage. The tight seal created by the shrinkage helps safeguard products from environmental factors during storage and transportation.

Tamper-Evident Seal: The shrink film creates a tamper-evident seal that ensures the integrity of the product. Any attempt to tamper with the packaging will be visible, providing added security and reassurance to consumers.

Versatility: LDPE shrink films are versatile and can be used for various types of products, including food items, consumer goods, and industrial products. They are available in various thicknesses and sizes, making them suitable for a wide range of packaging needs.

Cost-Effectiveness: Compared to other packaging materials, LDPE shrink films are relatively affordable. They offer a cost-effective solution for high-volume packaging, providing both protection and an attractive appearance without breaking the budget.

Ease of Use: Applying LDPE shrink films is straightforward and efficient. The films are typically supplied in shrink film rolls, which can be easily cut and applied using automated or manual sealing machines. The shrinking process is also quick, making it suitable for fast-paced production environments.

Applications of LDPE Shrink Films

Packaging: One of the primary applications of LDPE shrink films is in packaging. The films are used to wrap products such as bottles, cans, boxes, and pallets. The shrinkage creates a tight, secure wrap that helps protect the products from damage and contamination.

Bundling: LDPE shrink films are often used for bundling multiple items together. This application is common in industries such as beverages, where shrink film is used to bundle packs of bottles or cans into cohesive units for easy handling and distribution.

Retail Displays: Shrink films are used in retail settings to enhance product presentation. The tight, clear wrap provides a polished and professional look while keeping the product secure. This application is particularly effective for items such as toys, electronics, and consumer goods.

Industrial Uses: In industrial settings, LDPE shrink films are used for packaging and protecting machinery, equipment, and parts. The films offer protection against dust and moisture during storage and transportation.

Shrink Film in India: A Growing Market

The market for Shrink film in India has been expanding due to the increasing demand for efficient and cost-effective packaging solutions. As businesses in various sectors seek to improve their packaging processes, LDPE shrink films have gained popularity for their versatility and performance. The availability of high-quality shrink film rolls and advancements in packaging technology have contributed to the growth of the shrink film industry in India.

FAQs

1. What are the advantages of using LDPE shrink films over other types of shrink films?

LDPE shrink films offer several advantages, including flexibility, cost-effectiveness, and ease of use. Compared to other types of shrink films, such as Polyvinyl Chloride (PVC) or Polyolefin (POF), LDPE films are often more affordable and provide excellent protection and a clear, glossy finish. They are also easier to apply and handle, making them a popular choice for various packaging needs.

2. How should LDPE shrink films be stored before use?

LDPE shrink films should be stored in a cool, dry place away from direct sunlight and excessive heat. Proper storage helps maintain the quality and performance of the films. It is important to keep the films in their original packaging and ensure they are not exposed to conditions that could cause them to become brittle or degrade.

3. Can LDPE shrink films be used for food packaging?

Yes, LDPE shrink films can be used for food packaging, provided that they meet relevant food safety standards and regulations. LDPE films are often used for packaging food items due to their moisture resistance and ability to provide a secure, tamper-evident seal. When using LDPE shrink films for food packaging, it is essential to ensure that the films are suitable for direct contact with food and comply with applicable safety guidelines.

Summary

LDPE shrink films are a versatile and cost-effective packaging solution that offers numerous benefits, including enhanced protection, tamper-evident sealing, and ease of use. Available in shrink film rolls, these films are suitable for a wide range of applications, from retail packaging to industrial uses. As the market for shrink film in India continues to grow, LDPE shrink films remain a popular choice for businesses seeking reliable and efficient packaging solutions. By understanding the advantages and applications of LDPE shrink films, you can make informed decisions that enhance the protection and presentation of your products

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Role of L-Sealer Machine in Textile Industries

The Role of L- Sealer Machine in Textile Industries:

Enhanced Protection: Provides a protective barrier against dust, moisture, and physical damage, preserving textile quality.

Improved Presentation: Offers a professional and attractive appearance for textiles, making them more appealing to consumers.

Cost-Effective Packaging: Utilizes relatively inexpensive shrink film, reducing overall packaging costs while maintaining quality.

Increased Efficiency: Automates the packaging process, speeding up production lines and reducing manual labor.

Space Optimization: Creates compact, stackable packages, making storage and transportation more efficient.

Consistent Quality: Ensures uniformity in packaging, providing a consistent look and feel across products.

Versatility: Accommodates various textile sizes and types, with adjustable settings for different packaging needs.

Enhanced Product Safety: Secures textiles with tight, shrink-wrapped film to prevent tampering and contamination.

Reduced Waste: Minimizes excess packaging material by using precise, shrink-wrapped film that conforms to the product’s shape.

Improved Shelf Life: Helps extend the shelf life of textiles by protecting them from environmental factors and maintaining their condition.

What is an L-Sealer Machine?

An L-sealer machine is a type of shrink wrapping equipment used to package products in a plastic film. It gets its name from the shape of the sealing bar, which forms an “L” when the machine is in operation. This machine is designed to wrap items in a tight, protective layer of plastic, which is then shrunk to conform to the shape of the product, offering excellent protection against dirt, moisture, and damage.

How Does an L-Sealer Machine Work?

The L-sealer machine operates in a straightforward process:

Product Placement: The item to be packaged is placed on the conveyor or sealing area of the machine.

Film Wrapping: The machine feeds a plastic film over the product. The film is usually pre-cut or fed from a roll, depending on the machine type.

Sealing: The machine uses heated sealing bars to create an airtight seal around the product. This is where the “L” shape comes into play, as the bars seal the film along the sides and bottom.

Shrinking: After sealing, the wrapped item is passed through a heat tunnel or chamber where the plastic film is shrunk tightly around the product by the application of heat.

Choosing the Right L-Sealer Machine

When selecting an L-sealer machine for your textile operations, consider the following factors:

Production Volume: Determine whether you need a manual, semi-automatic, or fully automatic machine based on your production scale.

Product Size and Type: Ensure the machine can handle the sizes and types of textiles you plan to package.

Film Specifications: Verify that the machine is compatible with the type of shrink film you use.

Budget and Cost-Efficiency: Balance your investment with the expected benefits in terms of speed, quality, and overall efficiency.

Conclusion

In summary, L-sealer machines are a critical component in the textile industry, offering unmatched protection, efficiency, and presentation for packaged goods. By investing in the right L-sealer machine, textile manufacturers can streamline their packaging processes, enhance product quality, and improve overall operational efficiency. As technology advances, the role of L-sealer machines in ensuring the integrity and appeal of textile products continues to grow, making them a smart choice for businesses aiming for excellence in packaging.

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Maximize Packaging Productivity with Expert-Recommended Professional Wrapping Machines

In today’s fast-paced industrial environment, efficiency is everything. Businesses are always seeking ways to streamline operations, reduce waste, and improve productivity. One critical area where these goals converge is packaging. Whether you are packaging food, electronics, or other goods, the right equipment can make all the difference. Professional wrapping machines are vital tools in this endeavor, helping companies to maximize packaging productivity while ensuring the safety and integrity of their products.

The Role of Professional Wrapping Machines

Professional wrapping machines are designed to automate and enhance the packaging process. These machines are capable of handling a wide variety of packaging materials and product types, making them essential in industries ranging from food production to logistics. By automating the wrapping process, these machines significantly reduce the time and labor required to package products, leading to increased efficiency and lower operational costs.

Maximizing packaging productivity with professional wrapping machines involves selecting the right type of machine for your specific needs. There are various types of wrapping machines available, each designed for different applications. Some of the most common types include:

Stretch Wrapping Machines: Ideal for securing pallet loads for transport, these machines stretch plastic film around products to keep them stable and protected during shipping.

Shrink Wrapping Machines: These machines apply heat to shrink a plastic film around a product, providing a tight, tamper-evident seal.

Vacuum Packaging Machines: Particularly useful in the food industry, these machines remove air from the packaging to extend the shelf life of products.

Flow Wrapping Machines: Commonly used in the confectionery and pharmaceutical industries, these machines wrap products in a continuous roll of film.

Benefits of Using Professional Wrapping Machines

The benefits of using professional wrapping machines extend beyond just speed and efficiency. These machines also contribute to product protection, reducing the risk of damage during transit. Additionally, they ensure consistent packaging quality, which is crucial for maintaining brand reputation and meeting customer expectations.

Increased Efficiency: Wrapping machines can package products faster than manual methods, allowing companies to keep up with high demand without sacrificing quality.

Cost Savings: By reducing the need for manual labor, businesses can save on wages and benefits. Additionally, wrapping machines minimize material waste, leading to further cost reductions.

Enhanced Product Protection: Proper packaging is essential for protecting products from damage during transport. Wrapping machines ensure that products are securely wrapped, reducing the likelihood of damage and returns.

Improved Consistency: Machines deliver consistent results, ensuring that every package is wrapped to the same standard. This consistency is critical for maintaining brand image and meeting regulatory requirements.

Selecting the Right Wrapping Machine

When choosing a wrapping machine, it’s important to consider the specific needs of your business. Factors to consider include the type of products you are packaging, the volume of production, and the level of automation required. Consulting with experts or working with reputable suppliers can help you make the best choice.

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𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 - 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈

"MILKING" / Ch. II / Ch. I

The prostate position required an overhaul. The risks associated with poor circulation and nerve damage was very real. Even though the night could be ruined in a vast multitude of other ways, planned or unintentional, ending it earlier due to permanent damage was an irreversible outcome. Not even in Hell could take safety be dismissed so recklessly.

The loud suction of the three milker sheathes stopped abrupty; the engines of both machines easing to a full stop, the mechanical sighs from their slowing pistons announcing the temporary detachment from the buck's tenderised body.

Kneeling on the split padded bench, Alastor breathless and blindfolded as he was seen to, the caretakers worked quickly to upgrade the set up. Two stout figures unstrapping his buckled legs, slipping his wrists from the stocks, the cord unclipped fron the band still clamped to the base of his wrapped deer’s tail, and lastly the final belt around his middle. Supported upright to loosely rock back onto his folded thighs and heels by one assistant, in a armlock, the other attendant kneeling in front to take care of the Radio Demon's sweat-soaked prized tackle.

Arms held tightly behind his back, still blind, Alastor's head lolled forward, jaw loose and apathetic to the pink aphrodisiac trickling out from one downturned corner. Drops of sweat fell off the end of his sharply pointed nose, ears bobbing up in weakened alarm when he felt a calloused hand curl around the base of his sheathed cock — holding the cock milker in place for for the time being, the caretaker carefully pulled the first glass cup off one fat teat, pausing the same attention to the other when the figure hastily leaned in to without warning suck the overstimulated teat into his mouth. Alastor cringed, shrinking back, unable to exact the frightened move ideally to completion, since the second attendant did not ease their stalwart embrace. A chain of soft, keying up moans accompanied each resolute suckle of the ticklish star-shaped slit, the caretaker's hands gliding under and between Alastor's thighs to firmly knead the rear of the udders, finding the flesh hot and damp with perspiration. The coloured lube and the distinctive pink hormones potion had forever been dribbling out from his ring, mixing and parting ways as the different fluids followed the slopes of his buttocks and inner thighs, tracing along at last his full udders. Still bursting with milk, the milking machine had been good at the start — drawing out milk faster and a greater volume than an organic mouth ever could have dreamed of; after countless hours the rubber seals and the brutal relentless suction had done a number on his organ. The gentle, soft and warm mouth tenderly nursing on his abused teat was the lifeline he sorely needed.

Alastor wasn't aware this was only an intermission.

The buck’s hips rolling back to thrust his tired pelvis forward, the lips around the teat sucked the throbbing nipple in deeper to be cradled by a stiff tongue — the slick muscle rolling and squeezing the teat tightly, pulling on the base to stir a thicker flow. Alastor's milk spurted eagerly under the more natural manipulation, multiple thin streams of milk expressed inside the greedy mouth in a fine spray, the star-shaped sphincter pumping in insatiable earnest. The released oxytocin tingled the ends of Alastor’s fingers, racing down fast to spread reignited arousal to the bud inside his empty ass, filling his sore udders with a new hunger for fulfilment. A choked whimper had Alastor jerking up, pulling the reddened udder out of the caretaker's hot mouth. Milk welling up in it's tip, the taut flesh pinker, it's twin was neglected inside it's solitary glass prison. The Radio Demon's udders heaved as he panted heavily, feeling dizzy again, his erect cock bumping his clammy belly. The cow tail costume binding his true tail belled musically as it swatted at nothing, the heavy brass holding the bulk of his dressed-up tail down to arc at it's highest point above the peak of his ass, the dragged end brushing against the yet unspoiled skin of his asscheeks. The pressure visibly satisfied. Alastor's body language again reduced to a constant state of shivering, the musk of his fading arousal lucent. Something might be able to be coaxed out of the sleepy stag Overlord; the attention to one half of his mammary glands reawakened the unquenchable want to be fed on.

Removing the second udder sheath without fanfare, allowing that neglected teat’s milk to intermittenly leak a puddle of rejuvenated milk, the punishing suction granting that quadrant’s surplus to expell itself in rivulets of milk filming that sac in white, out of nowhere else to go. The cock milker twisted off next with the same apathetic acknowledgement, the sticky seed coming free with a schlick, the interiors of the semen pump sheath snowy white and pungent.

Wrenched up higher to hang in the caretaker's arms, his open limp thighs buckling under the exaggerated shift in weight, the second assistant had by that time already finished prepping the second machine.

It was now Alastor's turn for prep.

This new machine was different. It was a shame the Radio Demon still wore his blindfold, forced to imagine the distressing equipment waiting to milk him dry.

It wasn't a chair or bench, like the last one. This machine resembled closest to a cow crush.

The machine comprised of a platform on a raised floor, overhead an assortment of other gadgets. Brought over, the two caretakers in tandem worked with another pair settled the lethargic buck into the new equipment. Face down, two broad leather straps were slung underneath his torso, brought up the other side and tightened, hoisting him up to their waist-height. Alastor's softening cock was contrariwise squeezed painfully, a freshly donned rubber glove rubbing lube over his shaft and cockhead before left to sag into the topside cleft of his swollen udders, the sensation heightened from the hot skin on slick skin, his shallow breaths guiding his throbbing member. Alastor's heavy udders were not left to sway: an elaborate leather ass-harness was pulled on and buckled tightly, straps threaded through in the snug gaps between his inner thighs and sacs, other straps pulling the glands inwards to be clutched almost flush against his own groin and belly. The buck's cock was hugged there, cockwarming itself and out of sight.

Bewildered, raising his head, Alastor uselessly blinked, turning his face to try and determine the incoming touches, flinching away at any spontaneous caress or suggestion of a fondle. Two caretakers per set of limbs; one team brought Alastor's arms back to fold not behind his head like he had been anticipating — forced through a tight sleeve sheathing his forearms into a praying position close to his chest, Alastor's heartbeat pounding inside his head, his frantically flicking ears, his fur bristling straight up, uneasiness sharpening his senses. Behind, the other team had tied his legs stretched down, shackling his ankles to a spreader bar. Rear forced into alignment with the curve of his spine, the belly sling cranked into the right supine position, the second phase of the machine rolled into place.

The engine was complicated compared to the crush’s bondage supports. Two rigid legs supported the frame; an (inert for now) rotary wheel fixed with four stout leather paddles, each alternating broad strap allowed a second’s respite of nothingness before the next smack driven upwards to spank his sweet-spot; the overall effort an oscillating reel of discipline.

Below the wheel waited a second much more discreet machine, a magic wand attached to a mechanical arm, holding it at an incline. 

After disappearing for a protracted period, only one of the caretakers returned to continue the supposed final phase. The room was quiet, save for the buck's laboured sighs, the attendant paying no mind to the deer demon's occasional panicked wriggle — the crush instilling a strong sense of claustrophobia, the tight bands and the udders-ass harness cradling his pelvic region tensely without ample room to squirm out of pleasure or pain. There were sounds of the snap of doffed gloves, the rubber pair pocketed for a unique momento; standing close behind the anxious stag, the domino effect of a passionate rub down blazed the Radio Demon's enthusiasm anew, the demon moaning keening lustily the instant those naked hands (against the rules) dabbed a palmful of massage oil below the root of Alastor's tail, watching how his trained hole spasmed as the cooled liquid dripped, sinking into the orifice before continuing down his throbbing taint and the bulging pillows of his udders. Splaying his hands wide open, the caretaker took his time, thoroughly enjoying the way the captured buck's ass quivered under his erotic massage, Alastor's muscles shuddering as the slicked digits skillfully rubbed and kneaded both asscheeks and outer thighs in long, drawn out strokes. Gliding in around his narrow waist, the oil was stroked into the cramped space where his trembling belly met the topside of his cock and full udders. The deft strokes occasionally dipped in between his clenched thighs, gradually relaxing Alastor's frayed nerves, firmly stroking the overstimulated udders, gliding back out to push his thumbs into the taint, boldly massaging the flesh upwards until he had reached Alastor's entrance. Slipping thumb tips into the lubed cavity, the caretaker took longer than necessary observing the deer's relaxed core, silently deliberating their next decision. Spreading Alastor's needy hole open, one hand quickly let go to retrieve a new toy from his waist-pack.

Jerking up, a pent-up BLEAT resonated, signalling the deer demon’s vehement reluctance, grinding his hardened cock into his squeezed udders, tongue lolled out in bliss. The fist had slipped inside him, forcing his inner rings apart to deposit a gel capsule, the springy membrane surviving the initial insertion inside the fist’s solid embrace. Pulled out with a squelch empty-handed, Alastor's cheeks and stomach heaved, feeling the bouncy capsule beginning to soften into a buttery salve. Almost simultaneously, the strongest wave of pleasure yet rippled outwards, seeping into every fibre of his oiled up flesh exclusively — the fevered heat tingling his blushing udders, member oozing precum excitedly. An intense knot of arousal budded in the pit of his stomach, the flower blooming to encompass his groin and to the tips of his leaking teats. Trying again to thrust, Alastor's hips strained, grinding his throbbing shaft sandwiched firmly, heat increasing. It felt incredible, however disturbing fucking himself felt, was it really so different to regular masturbation? Panting wetly, drool hanging in strings, his ears registered a sudden movement to his right side before the rest of his thunderstruck brain caught up. The Radio Demon wasn't fast enough; the safeword didn't even exist, anyhow.

The gruff caretaker mercilessly squeezing the scruff of Alastor's neck hard, drawing out another pained bleat, his free hand firmly grabbed the root of Alastor's tail to yank erect, the escaped tufts of deer fur at the base flared out in terror. The cow’s bell rang, thrown back to rest on the prominent curve of Alastor's spine emerging in his stiffening slender body, the bumped ridge of thinly skinned vertebrae splitting his rounded buttocks as it turned into his tail. The slippery oil  soothing the chafed skin under the udders-ass harness, the erotic massage’s afterglow a persistent warm buzzing in his head and groin suddenly liquefied in a heartbeat —

— The machines behind Alastor rolling forward on their tracks, a press of the caretaker's foot on a pedal below Alastor gunned both engines. Held down, the pedal accelerated the brutal assault.

The rotary wheel spun at an astonishingly fast RPM, 60 smacks per minute — almost at a blur, each pair of sturdy leather paddles swung continuously without pause, the heavy claps underscoring each upwards swipe of Alastor's buttocks. The smacks thudded, jostling the buck forward to rock back in a steady rhythm, each leaden smack efficiently numbing Alastor's rouged bottom to in essence glow as the spanked deep tissues hardened, blood climbing to the surface level and blushing his shiny skin from pink to a softened crimson. The spanking seemed incidental — it was a step in the master plan, a predecessor. Whereas the solid blows rocked him, the dull smacks introducing a defined swollen outline of the ass-harness’s leather bands giftwrapping his cheeks, the final phase was drawing near. Immediately — the first wallop had as intended through the short-sharp-shock element of surprise made Alastor unsurprisingly bear down, the flexible capsule as anticipated by the caretakers burst into a sludge of a slippery gel, the internal eruption sending a fiery aftershock of profound pleasure dispersing in waves. A negligible amount trickling down his clenching taint, the toughened leather paddles drying it out in a flash, the caretaker carefully easing his weight off the pedal to slow down the wheel’s unflagging blows. In actuality the spanking machine delivered just the sixty blows, immobilising the Radio Demon's comprehension of the rigid thuds. Degrading tears, stinging hot, burned as Alastor’s pained cries ushered out for each thwud of the overpowering belts.

The machine’s rotation coming to an abrupt stop, the engine rolling in reverse to permit the former extra space between it and the stag demon, the pedal elevated back to it's original stationary position. Heart pounding away, Alastor blinked under the blindfold to clear the tears' stinging burn, sucking in broken breaths as inconsistent sobs shook his bound body — buttocks spanked scarlet, a shade lighter than the crimson of the deer's fur, the appealing sight of a stag tied up and presented as an offering was dreamlike. Tail limp, Alastor's alertness was put to the test when the caretaker finished rubbing feeling back into the scruff of his neck, smoothing down his sweat-soaked headfur before resuming the game.

Hot to the touch, Alastor’s trembling frame went rigid at the intrusion of two ungloved digits pressing into his aroused entrance; the moist fingers moving together as one, sliding in to curl inwards and pushing down on the sweet knot that roused his stiffened cock to full mast, except it remained crowded between his belly and udders. Rolling his pelvis forward as much as he could steal, his hips held back by the harness, Alastor's yearnful moans following each ungainly thrust into himself emboldening the caretaker to follow it through with brisk, firm strokes of his pulsating prostate. The seam connecting the two udders swiftly pooling with precum, the tip of his throbbing cock rutting into himself, Alastor's thrusts grew faster, more harried; lids stretched wide, jaw agape, his long tongue curling back in itself as his first post-spanked climax shook his frame. A thick lasso of seed spurted out from the narrowed gap coupling dick and udders, dripping off his swollen teats to feed a growing puddle beneath. There wasn't any use for a bucket or another tank since the Radio Demon's member was otherwise virtually confined by his own body. As the unyielding fingertips milked his prostate, the strokes growing firmer and rushed, the buttery salve crept into more crevices and valleys of his inner walls, the pleasure concentrated the most where the lotion convened to drive his overstimulation into a new frontier, the highest he’d experienced tonight. Incoherent gasps heralded Alastor's subsequent climaxes, the orgasms returning in a snowballed cycle making his darkened sight see a kaleidoscope of brilliant stars.

Completely helpless to bring an end to the overstimulation, afterglow shivers jarring his sticky frame as he slumped in the slings, totally exhausted by now. Weakened cries now and then broke his laboured panting, saliva leaking down the hollows of his bared throat, his pulse visibly beating in his prolonged burn out from repeated orgasms. The objective still wasn't identified in spite of the Overlord's relative obedience. Pulling in deeper inhales to wipe his thoughts clean, Alastor's attention failed, the fog of the multiple orgasms leaving the enervated buck spent.

The caretaker preoccupied pumping his fingers by himself up until now, the process wasn't entirely undemanding. Turning a deaf ear to Alastor's grieved grunts, the attendant withdrew his fingers to replace them with an effortless mode of operation. Pulling up the shaft of the second, smaller machine, he wordlessly pushed the nose of the magic wand into the middle seam of Alastor's bloated udders, right below his hole, and turned the device on.

The deceitful buzzing of the toy instantly had Alastor buck wildly in a split second, letting out a strangled bawl as the toy hummed, rubbing vibrations endlessly into the swollen sacs. 

Frantic, Alastor shook his head, trying to curl up and draw himself inwards  to fold, his exertions failing miserably. The magic wand carried on vibrating his throbbing organ, the taut skin blushing red in arousal, the oxytocin again flooding his instinctive appetite to nurse anything. So long as the immense pressure building up inside his glands were relieved, as soon as possible.

The deer's agitated bucking quieted when he invariably sensed the original milker machine roll over, the sickly sweet fragrance of his own milk filling his flared nostrils. Perked up, the buck's rocking attempts stilled the best he could settle for, precum dripping every so often from the folds of his throbbing udders. His cock twitching, his movements kept rubbing all around his slick shaft and head, the heat increasing rapidly. The vibrations through the rear cleft of his udders travelled through to a degree, the depth increased by the hard press off the wand’s head sunken in.

Kneeled, the caretaker kept himself busy in the meanwhile, first wiping down each half of Alastor's twin sacs dry and clean with a soft rag, before the onset of fresh seed spurting freely from the Radio Demon's overwhelmed member shooting more spunk untouched outside his own body. A hard tug on the machine's single Y-pronged sheaths raised it higher to meet the leaking udders — slipping each sheath over a teat, the internal seal clamped tighter than previously around the base to begin the process all over again. Switched on, the capsules restarted the suction, rhythmically tugging the bloated teats down at a much faster pace, thrusting each one in sync back up into the billowed udders repeatedly to pump his milk flow vigorously, milk squirting out loudly to froth up the glass walls. Veins were popping out across the bloated sacs, the saccharine scent of crisp dairy hanging in the air, purifying Alastor's overwrought wits, pacifying the buck into an exceptionally placid state. Lids lowered to almost close, drowsiness and at ease, Alastor's submissive composure was plateauing at it's peak, completely subdued and seemingly on the verge of falling into sleep. 

The deer's tail twinged randomly, flicking to either side in unbridled happiness, pleasure receding and crashing back in waves as the machine diligently milked, the tension in his groin and asscheeks tightening for a blink before his whole body trembled violently, another orgasm triggered by the delicious combination of the cyclic pumping and the lingering prostate gel activated by his irregular pelvic thrusts into his full udders and stomach. The top of the machine was dripping with his spent cum, the elbows of his armsleeves restraints sprayed with the first shots of spunk. The flesh on the nape of his neck where the caretaker had squeezed him stick burned, but it was a distant memory now, Alastor's mind adrift in the murk of his afterglow.

Soft footsteps approaching, the Radio Demon's vigilance lulled into insensibility, stiffened fingers cleaved through his lapsed concentration — claws digging into the corners of his jaws, prying them wide open, the silken shaft of a fully erect cock brusquely forced into his slack mouth, the slick underside gliding over his tongue, the head bumping the back of his throat. Recoiling to gag, the claws raked in harder, the needle-like tips piercing the skin, the formations of a deep bruise thriving in the vice-like grip. Holding the Radio Demon's face crushed up against his abdomen, the caretaker rolled his hips up in shallow strokes, clear fluid lubricating the weeping slit and throbbing shaft inside Alastor's mouth. Alastor's whimpers muffled, he could only accept the heavy cock lest he choke, swallowing the head periodically, the roof of his mouth squeezing the top on every return stroke. Mouth drooling with saliva and precum, the warm cock filling his mouth to the brim as it engorged with blood, Alastor's catastrophic decision came later than expected, given the repeated assaults, admittedly the Overlord hadn't designated much time and efforts on seeking a permanent solution in his favour. 

The milking machine continued sucking out milk, the pronged-head rhythmically bouncing, tugging the swollen teats in and out rapidly. The Radio Demon's ecstasy was drained to exhaustion, the forced blowjob seizing all coherent thoughts left, the saltiness of the leaking slit shoved deeper down his clenching throat foremost in his survival instincts. Incapable of kicking the machine out of order, his legs spasming tied to the spreader bar, the cowbell still attached to his tail chimed gaudily as it wagged in a panicked frenzy — the noise made uglier by the dark goings-on. The distant humming of the magic wand unbroken, the toy’s firm press accentuated when Alastor recoiled, the blunt head squashing the mammary sacs outwards briefly.

The pair of resistant strong hands splaying flat to encompass his flushed cheeks, his head bobbing in time with the caretaker's accelerating thrusts, the deer demon's tears joining the flow of precum hanging off his jawlint; feeling the tension start to build in the stranger's groin, his nose and brow mashed up to the twitching belly, Alastor made his move.

Opening wider, the stag demon clenched his jaw, biting down fiercely to slice through the invasive cock — the blood and other bodily fluids surging, flooding his mouth and spilling out in a torrent, splattering the caretaker's semi-naked body, viscera and splashback spraying Alastor in return. Broken laughter pealing out, Alastor didn't need his vision to visualise what the mongrel looked like, stumbling back and pointlessly fumbling with his chomped genitals. Strings of spongy tissue snagged in his fangs, Alastor spat them out, disgusted, swiping his tongue all around his bruised lips to dispel the acrid taste of unwanted seed, shaking his head and limp ears flapping blood droplets liberally.

Inhaling incisively, picking each breath carefully, spitting out more mixed drool and spunk, blood smeared across the lower half of his ashen face, the motionless caretaker sprawled in front of him averted the buck’s diminished attention; a group of new brisk strides coming up the rear, the footfalls deadened by the milker’s noisy clunking and squirting. 

The first new pair of rougher hands seizing the Radio Demon's limp tail at it's stem, savagely pulling the tail back to bend at the root, the skin turning white, Alastor’s shrill BLEAT snubbed, the hands clipping a ring to the tail-wrap’s original ring tie-down and snapping it shut to a third ring —  it’s cord stretched tight over his back to the nape of a new leather cow's collar, a third caretaker swiftly buckling the collar around Alastor's neck in time without a word to the struggling demon. Excruciating pain racing up his spine, the nerves pinched under the tail-tie’s new stilted position, winded for breath Alastor had to undergo the sheer humiliation of the concluding punishment for his bratty disobedience — steering clear of his head initially, the collar-caretaker caught the deer's flicking right ear in a vicious squeeze; instantly a fire burned near the tip, the intense pain blossomed to fully swallow up his ear, cold wetness sleeking the fur flat. Unbeknownst to the new slave, it was a cattle tag — a silver metal tag stamped with Alastor's number, grade, milk yield, and barcode. Released, that pierced ear hung low, dead weight bumping into the curve of Alastor's strained cheek, his pulse beating rapidly in agony.

Blood drops disappearing into the puddles of caretaker gore, the two replacement caretakers sidled backwards, one half switching the wand machine off and rolling it back manually to clear some extra space for the terminal treatment.

Jointly, the caretakers reapplied a thick coat of slick to the buck’s swollen asscheeks and thighs, layering the wetness thickest over his sit-spots, the rise of the reddened mounds where he was bent forward and the skin pulled tightest over bone, the soap rivulets filling in the creases of the crack and bloated udders’ bulge, rubbing the oily fluid in to build up a uniform coat. Alastor's ring flared, feeling empty and neglected despite the barbarity, the residual aphrodisiac gel refreshing his stunted arousal. The offered hole spasmed to flutter in the same breath both caretakers stepped on two pedals together as one — the powered on spanking machine rolling forward, the leather belts turning over to present the polar side, a hog’s bristled hairbrush twinning the opposite side of each leather paddle. Engaged, the wheel took up it's merciless spinning, swivelling onto it's horizontal axis to gyrate counter-and-anticlockwise alternately, industriously scrubbing Alastor's vulnerable buttocks and sit-spots in brisk sweeps, the stiff whiskers plunging in hard to aggressively scour the bulge of the deer's udders, the wet skin feeling like it was literally sizzling, the scorched effect the wet discipline invoked coldheartedly.

The spiteful punishment seemingly never faltered, the caretakers watching in absolute silence as the machine smacked their prisoner; Alastor's whimpers racking his enervated body, sagged inside the slings to droop in final surrender, the scrubs jolting his slim frame rhythmically back and forth. The Radio Demon's skij blushed bright red, warmed up and feeling no different than if it were on fire, flames licking along his raw cheeks and swelling his throbbing udders; the milker in front never lapsed, steadily pumping his reddened teats to express every drop of fresh deer fat-rich milk it could wring out of the new stag slave.

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MDO-PE Film Market Developments, New Key Players Strategies 2024-2032

The Reports and Insights, a leading market research company, has recently releases report titled “MDO-PE Film Market: Global Industry Trends, Share, Size, Growth, Opportunity and Forecast 2024-2032.” The study provides a detailed analysis of the industry, including the global MDO-PE Film Market Size share, trends, and growth forecasts. The report also includes competitor and regional analysis and highlights the latest advancements in the market.

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How big is the MDO-PE Film Market?

The MDO-PE film market size reached US$ 764.2 million in 2023. Looking forward, Reports, Insights expects the market to reach US$ 1,165.4 million by 2032, exhibiting a growth rate (CAGR) of 4.8% during 2024-2032.

What are MDO-PE Film?                                                                                                                                                                            

MDO-PE (Machine Direction Oriented Polyethylene) film is a type of plastic film that is stretched in the machine direction to enhance its mechanical properties like strength, stiffness, and clarity. This orientation process aligns the polymer chains, resulting in improved barrier properties, better printability, and higher tensile strength compared to non-oriented polyethylene films. MDO-PE films are widely used in packaging applications, such as food packaging, shrink labels, and laminations, due to their superior performance, reduced material usage, and environmental benefits.

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What are the growth prospects and trends in the MDO-PE Film industry?

The MDO-PE (machine direction-oriented polyethylene) film market growth is driven by various factors and trends. The MDO-PE (Machine Direction Oriented Polyethylene) film market is expanding due to the film's enhanced properties, such as greater strength, stiffness, and clarity, which make it well-suited for various packaging applications. Growth in the market is fueled by increasing demand for food packaging, shrink labels, and laminations, alongside a push for more sustainable and efficient packaging solutions. Factors driving this growth include technological advancements in film production, a rising preference for high-performance packaging materials, and efforts to reduce environmental impact. North America and Europe are leading the market due to their established packaging industries, while the Asia-Pacific region is also experiencing significant growth, driven by rapid industrialization and expanding consumer markets. Hence, all these factors contribute to MDO-PE (machine direction-oriented polyethylene) film market growth.

What is included in market segmentation?

The report has segmented the market into the following categories:

By Packaging Formats

Pouches

Bags & Sacks

Tubes

Liners and Lidding Films

Sachets & Stick Packs

Tapes & Labels

Wraps/Rolls

By End-Use

Food

Hygiene

Beverages

Homecare

Personal Care

Healthcare

Electronics & Electricals

Others

North America

United States

Canada

Europe

Germany

United Kingdom

France

Italy

Spain

Russia

Poland

Benelux

Nordic

Rest of Europe

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

South Korea

ASEAN

Australia New Zealand

Rest of Asia Pacific

Latin America

Brazil

Mexico

Argentina

Middle East Africa

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

United Arab Emirates

Israel

Rest of MEA

Who are the key players operating in the industry?

The report covers the major market players including:

Coveris Holdings Inc.

Klockner Pentaplast Group

Polythene UK Ltd.

Saes Coated Films S.P.A.

Lenzing Plastics Gmbh Co Kg

RKW Group

Nowofol

Camvac Limited

Others

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