#black bin liner.

[beargyu313]

burning desire

wonbin x f!reader warnings: cheating, dubcon, slight noona kink maybe? she's 01 liner but it's never specifically mentioned, creampie, biting wk: 1862 This is a work of fiction and it is not meant to represent riize in any way !

The first time it happened, I was none the wiser. Me and my boyfriend had just came home from, having been celebrating his work promotion.

We stumble into his shared apartment, Sungchan completely wasted, leaning on me. I kick of my heels as I unsuccessfully try to help Sungchan further into the spacious apartment.

»Bin,« I subtly raise my voice, »can you come help, please?«

Sungchan grimaces as my raised voice is right next to his ear. Just as he shifts away from me, I hear the soft pads of Wonbins footsteps.

»Wha-,« he starts before swiftly moving to the other side of Sungchan, helping me hold him up.

»Oh, shit« he notes, »he really got wasted this time.«

»I know,« I sigh, »it's all because of Eunseok, he wouldn't stop taunting him about being a lightweight.«

With Wonbin's help we manage to lay Sungchan wasted ass onto the couch.

»Thanks for helping me,« I say, glancing anywhere but at Wonbin, as I note we were alone fort he first time ever. It is also this moment that I realize the lack of clothing I was wearing. Clad in a sinful black dress that did nothing to hide all of my curves. It ended dangerously low, just below my ass.

»It's uh, no problem,« Wonbin says, equally as awkward as I was being, »Although, next time you could've called me to pick you guys up.«

»No, don't worry about it, I won't let him get this drunk next time,« I chuckle. I look at Wonbin for the first time tonight, really look at him. Cheeks tinged with slight blush and disheveled hair. I also note the plain white tee and loose gray sweatpants. Gulping I turn towards the hallway.

»Well, I'll let you to it, thanks again.«

He calls me by my name, »wait,« he starts, walking behind me, »why don't you stay over, it's late already and I'm sure Sungchan would be pissed if he knew I let you leave in the middle of the night.«

His words come stumbling out of him, sounding rushed as if he - nevermind, thoughts like this would leave to dangerous outcomes. Still, he had a point. It indeed would be reckless to walk alone by myself, plus my apartment wasn’t close either.

As if sensing my hesitation Wonbin nods, stepping into my personal space. I gulp as he nods down at my shorter frame. “It’s okay really,” he smiles reassuringly.

“Okay.”

I’ve stayed over at Sungchan and Wonbin’s apartment before, but never without Sungchan’s presence. It felt a bit weird, especially being in their shared bedroom bathroom. One side connecting to Sungchan’s room and the other to Wonbin’s.

Having just taken off my makeup and brushed my hair I try to slip out of my dress, realizing I can’t take it off without help, as the zipper ran down my back. I try to reach it, but to no avail.

Fuck, this is just like one of those cliché pornos I think to myself. Only I already have a boyfriend, and his hot roommate is definitely not interested in me. Still I feel my heartbeat in my throat as I try to calm my breathing down.

I crack the door open and softly call out to Wonbin. He’s in front of the door immediately. Covering my view of his room.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, annoyingly attractively looking down at me. Fuck, he was shirtless. I take a step back as Wonbin pushes his way into the bathroom, leaning onto the door frame.

“Uhm, sorry but could you just help me unzip my dress?” I ask, turning around. I look over my shoulder just in time to see Wonbin bite his lips, letting his eyes rake down my body.

I shiver, feeling my cunt clench around nothing, I whip my head in front of me. Because no way is this happening.

I feel Wonbin’s warmth behind me, his melodic voice sounding so close to my neck I’m left  wondering if I’m imaging his breath on my neck.

“Of course noona,” he says.

I shiver when his hand grazes my shoulder. I hear him unzip my dress. My hands coming to my chest, holding the small dress up. The dress so tight on me I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.

“Thanks,” I say, but before I could turn around, Wonbin holds me in place. His hands on my hips.  

“Wha-“

“You can let go, you know” Wonbin whispers seductively to me. His face almost nuzzling into my neck. I feel his hands move from my hips to my waist, as he lets himself hold me in a hug.

In a daze, I feel my mind has left this planet. Has thinking always been this hard? Still, this is wrong, I have a boyfriend. I have to put a stop to this.

Wonbin with a grace of dancer moves both of our bodies slightly to the left. Positioning us smack in front of the mirror.

With shallow breaths I stare at our bodies together. My hands still holding the front of my dress up with flushed face. Fuck, I already look so fucked out, with eyes glazed over and messy hair.

Wonbin was looking delicious as ever, his hands still wrapped around me, his lips are caressing my neck as he speaks.

“Noona,” he says in a low hoarse voice, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Fuck, I feel myself clench around nothing, I’ve never heard him speak in this tone.

His hands are covering mine and I struggle against his grip as he lowers them down. Not even pretending my strength can stop him. His gaze is piercing through the mirror, his eyes solely focused on my body and so, so dark.

I whine when he pulls the dress down my waist, my boobs on display.

“Stop,” I say, my chest heaving up and down. My pussy has practically developed her own heartbeat at this point.

“It’s okay Noona,” he says, “he won’t know,” Wonbin groans, his palms on my breasts. He squeezes them, pinching the nipples slightly.

A moan escapes me and I try to squirm away from his touch. As a result he grabs me impossibly tighter against his body. His hard bulge pressing onto my ass.

“Wonbin,” I try to say with warning, but it comes out as a whine. I lean into his touch, moaning yet again as he peppers light kisses down my neck.

“Mmmm, you smell so good,” he tells me, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one’s watching, you know.”

“I know you want this as much as I do, let me please you just once, Noona, I promise I’ll be good to you,” Wonbin says looking me directly into my eyes, so sincerely and seriously.

I turn around so we’re face to face to each other. I can feel my resolve breaking.

“Okay,” I say and Wonbin smiles so brightly one would think I plucked a star out of the sky for him, “but this is the only time it can happen.”

Wonbin only nods, already leading me into his room. His room is just like I imagined it would, furnished with dark pieces with guitar in one corner leaning against the wall. He had a mood light on and it only let the basic shapes peak out, the whole room lit in a blue light.

I try to shimmy out of my dress, but Wonbin stops me.

“Leave it on,” he says. I oblige laying down on his bed. Immediately Wonbin is on me, his soft lips on mine. I moan into his mouth my hands in his dark locks.

“Wonbin,” I whine, pressing my hips against his. He understands my want, chuckling at my neediness. My hands slide to the waistband of his sweatpants, trying to pull them down. Wonbin helps me, breaking our kiss to fully take them off.

I bite my lip as I see his stiff cock, bouncing slightly with the speed Wonbin pulled his sweatpants off. There’s a slight trail leading down from his belly button and I feel my mouth water with the ideas running through my head.

Wonbin only smirks at me before he’s on me again.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he tells me, “but Sungchan is always trailing you like a fucking bodyguard,” he groans.

My heart aches, “don’t mention him right now,” I say.

At that Wonbin prods his cock at my entrance, teasingly running it up and down my slit.

“And don’t tease either,” I gasp.

“So bossy,” Wonbin says, his head in my neck again, “you’re lucky you’re cute noona.”

I gasp, when he pushes the head of his cock into my aching cunt, whining at the stretch.

Wonbin lets out a deep groan, “fuck noona, he must not fuck you good if you’re already so wet.”

“Tight too,” he says, voice strained as he pushes further. I moan at the feeling of his cock moving deeper into my cunt, squeezing him inside of me even further. I wrap my legs around his hips once he’s fully inside, my arms around his neck.

“Oh my god Wonbin,” I whine, “you feel so fucking good.” I smirk when I feel him twitch inside of me.

Wonbin buries his neck into me, voice whinier too, “you’re so fucking tight, I feel like I’m gonna bust any second.”

“Wonbin please move,” I tell him, shimmying my own hips slightly. He moans as he slowly pushes out my wet cunt starting the frustratingly slow rhythm that does little to relieve my ache. I whine, squeezing my cunt around his length.

“I can feel you so well like this noona,” he says, he bites me gently where my neck and shoulders meet, pushing into me a bit harsher this time.

“If this is the only time I can have you, I’m gonna take it slow, relish in your body properly,” he tells.

“N-no go faster please, please and maybe I will allow you to fuck me one more time. But only if you do good this time, Binnie,” I say, the words enough to send him into a wilder pace.

His cock is ramming into me in and out, my sopping to the point there’s squelching noises each time he enters me.

Wonbin’s pace is getting wilder and more irregular.

“Call me Binnie one more time,” he gasps out.

“Binnie,” I moan, the moan turning into a half scream when he sinks his teeth deep into my skin. He groans into the bite and I feel his cum spill into me. Wonbin pushes his cock deep into me, enough that I feel his balls spazm the cum. The feeling enough to set me over too.

I hug Wonbin to me, our sweaty bodies tense as we let the pleasure take over.

After we’ve calmed down Wonbin slips out of me, helping me to the bathroom. He lets the shower flow, setting the water temperature as he helps me get inside.

None of us spoke as we shampooed each other’s bodies and then rinsed. The air between us comfortable, words not needed.

[fandomwritingbit]

I feel like if William found out that one of the cute, kind, unassuming girls that works for him was also serial killer he would definitely get horny about it. And of course when he implies to her she knows she's like "Take's one to one, Mr. Afton~" They would both just sooo messed up and fuck about it I think

Hello! Sorry this took so long, I wasn't planning to publish this 'til next month but a sudden urge to finish it struck me and here it is!

Serial killer William Afton x (afab)serial killer reader

warnings: murder, somewhat glorified, reader and William are both fucked up

It’s been 6 months since you started at the diner and by now you were more than well acquainted with your role. It came relatively naturally to you this whole customer service thing, your brightly coloured scrunchies bobbing as you kept patrons happy and balanced everything that needed doing by the end of your shift. To cut it short, you were absolutely thriving. Your bosses liked you, so much so that you’ve had your first raise already, it was all going just swimmingly. It’s just the perfect job, no one would ever think anything bad of you here, you’re just too damn cute, too damn charming. It’s really an excellent cover. 

The diner gave you more than just cover though. You've learnt some very helpful skills over these months, like what the best chemicals for cleaning are, how to remove even the most stubborn of stains and how to dispose of the things that just couldn’t be cleaned. 

At the back of the restaurant for example. Like most eateries has huge skips, always full of the week’s waste and secluded enough to offer a window of opportunity. It was very easy to get in as you had a key, that and the knowledge that your cheap-arsed employers didn’t install cctv there, and so of course you put the window of opportunity to use. Several nights of fun easily hidden from prying eyes in black bin-liners and blending in with the rest. How could it be that easy?

But, what you hadn’t considered was that perhaps you weren’t the only one using such a perfect place. 

~

He stumbled through the door like a drunkard, the high of his activity so delicious, it made his fingers tingle and a cold electric colour tint his vision. He props the doors open with a brick,  reaching into the diner to grab what he needed to get rid of, his shoes slipping in the red slick dripping from his form. God, it’s all over him, staining his shirt and leaving footprints on the floor, a nightmare to clean up, but he wasn’t worried. He had all night to sort it out, not like any of his lay-about employees would be in a hurry to chuck any rubbish out anytime soon. 

He grabs the bag, moving it over to the bins and opening the one furthest from the door. Taking a bag off the top, he undoes the half-arsed knot and sets about getting rid of his evidence, a baseball cap, one of his branded teddies and a blunt statuette; each smeared in the blood on his hands. He packs them into the bag and again ties it up. But he’s too careful to leave it at that, and removes the bags closer to the bottom, intending to shove the incriminating one down where no one would find it. And it’s there at the very bottom of the skip that he sees it. It’s such a sobering sight that he freezes for a moment, confusion flooding his features. 

A kitchen blade, a large one stained with crusted blood, he was sure of it. That browning red was so familiar, Hell it was all over him now, the smell very apparent. But that wasn’t his. The bins were emptied only two days before and whilst he is an efficient man, he wasn’t that good. He reaches down to touch it, but stops inches away. Right next to the knife was something else. As he plucks it from the rubbish, it all clicks into place. 

~

At the end of a busy shift, you walk down the staff hallway more than relieved, absentmindedly taking off your apron a few paces before your locker. There was nothing special about to day, but it was fucking rushed, hardly a moment to breathe and right now nothing sounds better than going home and spending you day off in bed. When you’re done shoving your apron inside the locker and slinging your bag over your shoulder, your body instinctively tenses at an awareness of a presence behind you. So you shut and lock the door as quickly as you can, before facing your boss. 

“Oh hi, Mr Afton. Just about to clock off.” You smile brightly, so sweetly that he almost doubts himself, almost reconsiders what he’s about to ask you. Almost.  

“Don’t yet. Come into my office, I want to talk to you.” There was an amused tone to his voice, like there was a hidden joke you weren’t aware of and did not understand. But that was nearly always the case with Mr Afton, everyone said so, said that they dreaded when he was on shift because they couldn’t tell if he liked them or was a hair away from sacking them. And right now, you feel the same. But surely he liked you? How could he not?  

“Yeah, okay.” You try to keep your voice obliging and happy, following the nod of his head for you to walk past him, down the hall and into his office. You’ve been in here before, using his stapler on some leaflets or asking for extra change in the till. It’s always a cold room, hardly decorated and a little imposing, very much in line with the man himself. 

There’s a heaviness in the air that you don’t want to break, so you wait for Mr Afton to ask you to sit, watching him from your seat as he leans against his desk. He’s enjoying this too much, the slightly startled expression on your pretty face, like you have no idea what this is about, like you’re thinking about anything you could have possibly done wrong. He almost believed you.

He half smiles before breaking the silence with small talk. “Been busy today?” He wants this to be slow, but the temptation to just out you prickles at him.

You blink, a little surprised at his casualness, it was out of character but not exactly unwelcome. “Yeah, pretty crazy. We managed alright though.” You hope he’s asking for the sake of asking, not expecting you to recall anything too specific because the shift was a complete blur. 

He hums, a handsome smirk spreading across his face, “Well I’m glad. Chris was supposed to be in today, he called in sick last minute. Which I’m sure had nothing to do with today’s footy match.” You giggle, yeah, Chris wasn’t the brightest for that one. His grin fades as he looks thoughtful for a second. “Some people are so good at lying, it’s insane. Don’t you think?”

Your eyes go wide in suspicion. “Yeah, I suppose so… We all do it sometimes.” You keep smiling in an effort to keep this conversation light. 

“Not you though. You’re too honest, there’s hardly a sick day to be found on your record.” You nod, thinking that maybe this was a compliment, or commendation, maybe he was going to reward you for such good work? His posture then changes as he again grins. “If you were going to lie it must be about something very… serious.” He watches the way you subconsciously shake your head and it tickles him, you really have no clue where this is going to go and it’s just delightful. 

Unable to reach his conclusion you just out right ask. “Uh… what’s this about, Mr Afton? Have I done something wrong?” 

“Undoubtedly.” He continues teasing. ‘Something wrong’ doesn’t even begin to cover it, though it would be hypocritical for him to say so. The glee he’s getting from dragging this out is immense, but he’s just dying to see that cute little face of yours drop when he reveals your disgusting hobby. He sighs, “I found something the other night, you know. Something very interesting.”

Your eyes narrow as you look at him in disbelief, maybe a small part of you knows just from the malice in his eyes that he has you because a sudden dread seizes hold of you. “Sorry- I don’t follow…” You’re confused, he couldn’t know what you’d done, he just couldn’t but if he did… 

“You’ll get there, sweetheart.” He speaks mockingly before slowly standing and walking to the other side of his desk and opening the top drawer, humming a tune as he does so. You watch him fingers tapping against each other in anxiety, you can’t help but notice the heavy looking paperweight on his desk, it’s a cube carved out of some polished stone, the corners sharp.

“This.” His words force your gaze from the object to him, and the small piece of fabric pinched between his finger and thumb. Just continuing to stare at it, it doesn’t trigger anything, until he tosses it down onto the desk right in front of you. 

It’s a scrunchie. A light pink scrunchie, patterned with crusted blood. And then it hits you like a freight train. You can see yourself wearing it, two low ponytails resting on your shoulders that night. People told you how cute they looked on you. How didn’t you notice it was missing… Well, your mind was on other things that night.

You move your eyes to him, goosebumps all over your skin as you mind races. And at seeing your strained expression he laughs, unexpectedly and meanly. “God, your pupils- that is really something.” You look crazed, frantic, maybe even terrified, it was like nothing he’d ever seen yet still achingly familiar, it's frightening in the most delicious way, making his trousers cling to his growing erection. 

“I…” You start but instantly falter, gaze flicking between your boss and this paperweight. The darkest part of you is frightened into planning by this discovery. It’s far from you but you could reach it if you tried, just across the table, you just need to wait until he’s distracted but right now his attention is solely focused on you. You just need to wait-

“You’d never be quick enough.” He cuts through your train of thought like he could read your fucking mind. “I’m not completely stupid, though perhaps scaring you into a corner isn’t the best idea.” His tone is full of ridicule.

“What do you want?” You say hoarsely, too much emotion in your mind for you to think clearly. If he knew what you did -what you are- why are you here? Surely he’d have called the police and by now you’d be in an interview room surrounded by coppers. Surely, they’d have already found your pattern and linked as much to you as they could. But no. You’re here, in his office.

“I’m not here to bargain with you, love.” He chuckles, “I’ve seen where you live, there’s very little you could offer me.” Though he can certainly think of something very sweet you could offer him.

“-You’ve been to my house?” You say slowly, his mocking passing you by somewhat. This was too much to learn at once. 

“I had to do some research. You know, a knife in a bin is one thing. A fella in a river put a name to the weapon. But then,” His eyes are wide with animation as he talks, “I remembered another man in the same river, a few weeks ago, stabbed to all hell. Then I found another… I must say, you’ve done well not to be caught.” 

“A-re you gonna call the police?” Your voice cracks on the first syllable, making the rest of your question quiet.

He pauses in thought, the silence tortuous. “...No. I can’t have them poking around. I don’t want any other unsavoury acts coming to light.” 

At those words you suddenly dawn to a realisation, that look in his eye, that devious glee that at first you thought was just teasing. Was something else. Something very dark. It makes you exhale, an odd and sinister calm settling over you, enough for you to relax your posture in this chair and glace around the room. You know what you’re looking for and find it easily, a missing persons poster pinned to a pinboard just on his left. 

“That kid…” You speak lowly, utterly enthralling him. And he follows your eye-line to said poster, his eyebrows raising slightly. “He’s dead?” The question is pretty sure on your lips, a cruel confidence to them that showed the spark to you he’d been looking for. 

“Probably.” It’s noncommittal, but amused and you can just see the disturbed actions in his eyes. It’s crazy, like a monster in human skin.

“You killed him, didn’t you?” The words are so weighted, they tear aggressively from your throat, an unintentional emphasis that cuts through the room like a razor. And the harshness of his grin is more than confirmation. “You’re a fucking murderer.” You laugh incredulously, disbelief melting away by the second. 

“Takes one to know one.”

[sdbea]

Apple seeds

It’s just that nothing feels as good as leaving does

with a pair of scissors the size of my front door, black bin liners on street corners

everything I own has Stockholm syndrome

don’t ask me to stay, who’s the hostage here

tell me who doesn’t dream of smashing their creations

everything’s gone quiet

binning all my birthday cards the same day I get them

don’t tell me that you love me, I can’t explain why it hurts me

I want to feel like I do after I shave my legs

I want to get at the core

till all that’s left of me is apple seeds

I want to tell the crying child who let go of the string, letting go is a gift let it go and be free

s.d.bea

[octuscle]

Cursed Ken, part 5: Kev, the bouncer

"Ajith" meant "the invincible one". What a silly name. Ajith thought of it regularly. But what could he do, he couldn't help his name. Ajith was one of those IT nerds that everyone needed but no one took seriously. Ajith was the first to arrive in the morning and the last to leave in the evening. At some point, his hard work would pay off. He was sure of that…

It was already quite late when Ajith walked towards the cafeteria. The coffee machine in his department had already been cleaned and switched off. And if he wanted to keep going for another two hours, he urgently needed a coffee. The corridors were deserted. He heard footsteps coming from somewhere. A giant was heading towards the exit. A muscle-bound guy with a shaved head. Obviously one of the janitors. He was carrying a bin liner. Suddenly Ajith saw something fall out. A box. And although it would certainly have been sensible to point it out to the janitor, Ajith didn't. Instead, he walked as inconspicuously as possible towards the box. Ajith immediately recognized the box as a prototype toy. Professionally made. But clearly not a product that would be on a toy store shelf in this packaging. Or in a sex store, Ajith thought to himself. The young man on the packaging didn't look as if Ajith would let his daughter, whom he didn't yet have, play with it. And definitely not his son.

But Ajith was clever enough to realize that there was a market for this type of prototype. Fags were certainly willing to spend a lot of money on something like this. And Ajith could more than use the money. He cursed not having a jacket or a bag with him. But there had to be paper bags in the cafeteria for the sandwiches you could get there. And even if he had just found a treasure, he still had a few things to work off and he needed a coffee to do so.

Ajith's leather pants creaked with every step he took. He loved the feel of the unlined black leather hugging his thighs. As expected, the cafeteria was deserted. Only a young guy sat bored at the cash register, playing with his cell phone. When Ajith put the tray with the Coke and pastrami sandwich down at the till, the impressive bulge in his leather trousers had to be almost exactly at eye level with the young man, who was lying more than sitting in his seat. The young man's eyes widened in shock as the sight and smell of the leather snapped him out of his daydreams. Ajith asked with a grin if he liked the sight. The young fellow grinned and said that he had seen worse. He kneaded the bulge that appeared in his jeans. Ajith was sorry, but unfortunately he had to work. But he would be at Boxers HK from 22:00. If he felt like it, he would be happy to welcome him there.

Kevin wondered why he was actually sitting here in the cafeteria eating a really bad sandwich instead of eating at the store where he worked before his shift started. Shit, where was he anyway? Oh yeah, right… He had hooked up with the guy working the register for a quick blowjob via Grindr. And the boy had blown like the devil. And that had made Kevin hungry. But now he was late. If he wanted to be on time for his shift, he had to take an uber. Fortunately, there was one available nearby. The driver also seemed to like the passengers getting into his Prius. And Kevin wasn't exactly disgusted either. He liked Indians. They were polite and pleasant customers. And submissive and docile in bed. At the next red light, Kevin moved from the back seat to the passenger seat. And his driver didn't necessarily reach past the gearshift more than once by mistake. No wonder with an automatic gearbox. And with the pole sticking out of Kevin's pants. Shit, after the driver had operated the wrong gearshift a few times, he had to pull over again. And suck the pole next to the gearshift.

Being late was not good. But Kev was basically reliable and his boss overlooked the ten minutes. However, starting the service completely horny was never perfect either. Customers tended to stare at Kev's crotch rather than his face because of his hard-on. And with a hot guest, Kev sometimes disregarded the rules of the club. If the guest was a potential after-hours victim, he was allowed in the club. Kev was perhaps not the toughest bouncer in town. But he was one of the hottest and horniest.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

A hope for recognition and deceit

Sir Pentious x fem!reader

warning : fluff, comfort, hug, mention of violence and death (it's hell so yeah)

Summary : After another defeat at the hands of Angeldust and Cherri Bomb, Sir Pentious finds himself in the garbage of hell where he is surprisingly offered help that doesn't suck?

Info : So this cute fluffy one-shot is for @thatsthewrongwallcraig it was very nice to write for him very gladly more and again. Have fun with our little sweet sir snake and everyone else too ;)

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The loud beeping and noises of little creatures running around could be heard, smoke was coming out of every place where the bullets of the guns had destroyed the airship and flames covered the airship like a second layer.

The home-made technology was going crazy, not reacting as it should and the ship was about to hit the bottom of hell in a few minutes.

But in this chaos stood Sir Pentious with folded arms and a disdainful expression, who neither listened to the questions and shouts of his little helpers nor seemed to be aware of anything and seemed to be done with all this. ,,Boss! We're about to crack like an egg!" shouted one of his little helpers, shaking his superior's coat and trying to convince the snake demon to get out of here somehow.

The serpent's tongue came out from between the lips behind which were the long fangs, an annoyed hiss that became a weary hiss. The ,,Well then, all of Boord's men…a new plan is coming!" he exclaimed, striking an almost heroic pose and grabbing his little egg-like subordinates before dashing for the exit. But as bad luck would have it, just as he was about to jump out, the airship collided with the ground and he hit the ground with a thud, directly onto something soft and smelly.

,,Oh no, we're dead," he heard the first wail of his egg boys, who apparently in their naivety thought they had died, and with a sigh the demon stood up and looked disparagingly at the garbage dump.

,,No, you idiots, we're still in hell…let's go back to the-" he venomed and was about to go to his airship when it made one last explosion and a cloud of smoke came towards him, coloring him completely black. Just as he was about to let out a frustrated scream, he suddenly heard footsteps and a friendly voice asking him, ,,Do you need help?".

A question that almost made him laugh out loud and couldn't have been more inappropriate. This was fucking hell and not a mercy seat where everyone got a cookie for every shot.

,,No, I don't," he protested and was about to slap her hand away when he tripped over a bin liner and landed at her feet, making her smile. ,,I think so, come on, it looks like you need a shower," she said and pulled him back onto his snake tail, seeing his astonishment and simply dragging him behind her.

Pentious shcien was confused and wanted to get away but the demoness with the twisted horns like a goat and the poisonous green eyes wouldn't let him.

,,You really insist," he muttered and saw her nod as they walked through the streets for a moment and Sir Pentious recognized the district they were in. ,,Thank you misss" he mumbled not knowing why it felt right to say thank you and felt his snake tail bob slightly.

Far away from the hotel but probably better for the moment. ,,Miss, that's not necessary, I-" he tried enruet but by then she had already pulled him in and pushed him into her apartment. ,,Not at all, I'm happy to help," she said and he saw her smile behind the slightly pointed teeth that looked like his.

A glance at his helpers, however, let him know that they were comfortable and were already looking at the furnishings and having fun. ,,Please, I'll make some tea and you freshen up there, how about that?" she asked, tilting her head slightly and for a moment he thought he saw her green eyes light up.

,,Please, I'll make some tea and you freshen up there, how about that?" she asked, tilting her head slightly and for a moment he thought he saw her green eyes light up.

He thought for a moment but when he still smelled the burnt smell on him, which was actually topped by a more sublime odor, he also knew it was time. ,,Thank you and a herbal tea if you can miss" he asked giving her something like a small smile that made his fangs flash before the snake demon disappeared into the bathroom and water could be heard.

While the demon went under the sporadic shower with a towel that seemed halfway unused, the water boiled on the demoness's hand, who simply heated the kettle with her power and looked curiously at the little eggs while the opening and closing of a door was not heard by anyone.

When the tea was slowly ready and the tea bags were giving off a dark, slightly greenish color, the goat-like demoness was already blowing and was pleased to see her guest emerge from the bath in much better shape.

,,Now you're back to your old self," she said and handed him his cup, which he took somewhat reluctantly, his claws touching her hand and it seemed somehow hotter than any hellfire.

,,Thank you, yes, the shower was necessary," he admitted to her, blowing lightly and they both drank the first sip, which turned into a pleasant sigh. ,,Now you look like a true lord again," she admitted after a brief moment of swaying and he saw her turn away from him but could feel the warmth she gave off.

,,Well, I am, you saved the one and only Sir Pentious, my dear," he said and placed his claw on her hand for a moment, a brief moment between them before he hastily withdrew his hand, surprised and embarrassed at what he had done, and they both drank their tea again.

An ongoing conversation here and there about his actions, her kindness and the place in hell. But the time was good, so much so that she suddenly, embarrassed, pulled out a photo, ,,I took this when you attacked the brothel-could you…sign it?" she asked and Sir Pentious felt proud to have such an admirer in his chest. That she admired him because she perceived that there was someone who cared about him.

,,But of course, miss, I'd love to," he had replied with a smile before taking the pen she had drawn and leaving his sweeping neat handwriting on the picture, seeing how she smiled and was glad to have a fan, an admirer and another nice one.

,,Thank you that means a lot to me," she said and the snake demon smiled for a moment before looking out the cracked window to see that another "day" was dawning and hell would soon be plunged back into chaos worse than the last.

,,I think I should get going…an airship doesn't build itself, does it?" he asked to his helpers, who moved their heads in different directions and Pentious rolled his eyes.

She took the cup from him and made an inviting motion towards her door, ,,My door is always open…for the biggest demon in hell," she said and he nodded, putting his hand on the knob as he felt her embrace, brief yet fervent, which he returned almost reflexively.

,,And my airship for a round trip and a few good pictures misss" he waved goodbye to her as the door closed behind him and the demon walked down the street with his little helpers.

Not hearing the giggles as the green-eyed demon simply took the purse in her hands out of his jacket in a hug, another robbery of thousands but even if it was worth it her gaze softened and a warmth stole into her gaze as she saw the photo and hugged it to herself...maybe she wouldn't rob him the next time they met, a shared airship ride would be all the nicer.

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[classyburd]

why has james forrest arrived at the scotland nt camp with a black bin liner of stuff like his missus has just chucked him oot the hoose

[sparklewrites1]

Galas Are Gay

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

About: Kate Bishop spills wine on you at a gala, and you meet again a month later

A/n: THERE WILL BE A PART 2 AND POSSIBLY PART 3! just give me time to make it lol

A/n 2: the French man is insignificant.

Warnings: idk how to write subtle flirting, idk how tk write people crushing on each other. Idk how to write romance.

Word count: 1.7k

Proofread? Not really

-

January 19th

A few heads turn at the sound of glass shattering and a gasp.

“Oh, my gosh! I am so sorry!” The woman panicked as she swiftly picked her glass off of the ground. 

“It’s quite alright.” You chuckled as you wiped your chest and sleeves down with your gloved hands.

“No really, I- I’m so sorry. I- There’s a private washroom somewhere around here, I can take you there to uh- clean up.”

While waiting for your response, The woman looked as if she was analyzing you, you were wearing a satin maroon red mermaid dress with sheer flutter sleeves. Your lips were decorated with a dark red lip gloss, your eyes had liner on them, the liner was decorated with small gems. The woman opened her mouth to say something but she quickly closed it as a rose tint grew on her cheeks. Was she going to compliment you? You’d subconsciously hoped she would say something about your outfit or your makeup, as you were extremely proud of what you had put together. Even though it wasn’t much, considering you had very little time to get dressed. But your attention was rather focused on the wine stain more than it was on the compliments you hoped to receive.

“Well then, lead the way.” You said, holding your hand out to the black haired woman.

She hesitantly grabbed hold of your hand and strode toward the exit of the ballroom. She opened the door and you both continued walking through what seemed to be endless hallways, until you reached a white door framed in gold.

“This is it.” She stated, referring to the door. “There are some towels and other stuff in there that you can use to clean yourself.”

“Thank you.” You grabbed the doorknob and turned it before entering the washroom. 

-

The floors were marble and so was the counter, a few feet away from the counter was a toilet. On the counter there were various soaps and luxurious goods. You felt as if this was somewhere you weren’t supposed to be, even the air smelt expensive. You sauntered around the room, looking for where the towels were kept. You were searching for a minute or so until you finally found some large towels in the cabinet below the counter.

You brought the towel to the neckline of your dress and gently wiped as much of the wine as you could off of you. You tried not to scrub too hard because the material you were wearing was fragile- and expensive.

After you were finished you threw the towel into a nearby bin that had other used towels inside of it. You turnt away from the counter and headed towards the door. When you opened it, you were surprised to find the black haired woman standing outside of it, presumably making sure no one else tried to enter while you were occupying it.

“You done?” She turned towards you.

“Yes. Thank you for the help and,” You smiled and reached inside of your cleavage and pulled out a $100 bill. “Thank you, for giving me an excuse to leave that horrid place.” She stared at you dumbfounded. 

“I- Uh- I can’t accept this.” she stuttered while a pink tint grew on her cheeks.

“It’s alright. Take it.” You grinned at her stretching your arm toward her.

“I can’t I-”   She was cut off by an older woman who was walking in your direction.

“Kate! Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Mom!” The woman, you now know is Kate exclaimed, slightly startled. “I was just helping her,” She gestured toward you, “find the bathroom, because I… Spilled wine on her.” Kate finished, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Oh!” The older woman turned to you. “I apologize for my daughter's clumsiness. If you want, I can pay for the damages on your dress.”

“No, no. It's fine, I can pay for it myself.” You told the woman. You turned toward Kate. “Thank you, again, but I really must be going.” You informed her. You took your hand in yours and placed your other hand on top. Kate was confused as to what you were doing until she felt a paper like material in her hands.

“Buy yourself something nice.”

—-

February 14th

Kate took a deep inhale as she sat down on the edge of a grand fountain. She needed a moment away from all the people, the questions, the music, and the dancing, she needed a break from it all. She took a few more deep breaths, even though it felt like there was never enough air entering her lungs. She raised both of her arms to place her hands on the back of her neck. She let out an exasperated sigh as she stood up from her previous seat on the fountain. She took out her phone to check the time.

9: 42 PM

18 more minutes. 18 more minutes and Kate could finally be done with this place. Her mother had practically forced her to come to some extravagant Valentine's Day fashion show. The actual fashion show was nice but the rest of the event was the most grueling experience ever. Half of the conversations Kate overheard were people who were just yapping about their business deals and their riches. The other half was just endless gossip about some popular rich people caught up in gang and mafia business.

After a few hours of standing around and chatting, Kate finally had enough and went outside for a breather. And that's how she ended up by the fountain.

Kate stuck her hands in the pockets of her dress pants, and headed towards the entrance of the palace that was rented for the event. She sauntered through the halls of the palace until she reached the door to the dining area, the location the guests currently occupy. Kate lingered outside of the door for a few seconds until an oily voice spoke behind her.

“Would you like some champagne, Madame?” Kate turned around to find a man who seemed to be in his early thirties, with a heavy French accent standing behind her holding a tray that had one singular glass of champagne sitting atop it.

“Sure, why not.” She smiled as she grabbed the stem of the glass. “Are you from around here?” She asks. The man gave her a curious look, “Oh- Uh, You know because of the uh, the French accent.” She clarified.

“I am a man of many places.” He responded before lowering the empty wine tray and tucking it under his arm. “This place, included.” He said before turning away and ambling down the hallway before reaching a door and going through it.

Kate stood in her spot, with a bewildered look on her face. Kate stayed in that position for about a minute until she finally snapped out of her daze, and back towards the entrance of the dining room.

When she entered the dining room she was met with the sounds of lively conversation, glasses lightly colliding with each other, and forks scraping plates.

Kate moved herself to a far corner of the room and leaned against the wall. She raised her head to look at the white walls that were gilded with gold, and the colossal chandelier that hung over the enormous dining table. Kate continued to study the gilding on the walls until she heard a somewhat familiar voice.

“I recognize you.” Kate lowered her gaze from the ceiling, only to find you, the woman who she had embarrassed at the gala she was forced to attend about a month ago. “You spilled wine on me.” You beamed.

“Oh, It’s… You!” She exclaimed, realizing she had never gotten your name from the exchange last month.

“I’m [Name].” You put your arm out, signaling for a handshake. She takes your hand in hers and gently shakes it, you give her hand a light squeeze before letting go. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Kate.” The way you said her name made her heart flutter.

“I actually came here with my mom, the woman you met last time we saw each other.” Kate informed you.

“If I didn’t know that I would’ve thought you were a runway model.” You smiled at her. Goodness Gracious, your smile was gorgeous, Kate once again, took in your appearance, this time you were wearing a strapless pink mermaid dress and a white corset with gold accents. Your lips had a clear gloss painted upon them, and your eyes had tiny pink hearts painted on the inner and outer corners.

“Same goes for you.” She said. She was almost surprised she didn’t stumble over her words like she usually would in the presence of a beautiful woman.

“I actually am.”

“Pardon?”

“I’m a runway model, among many other things.”

“Oh.” Kate muttered. She now remembers getting a small glimpse of you during the fashion show, but she could barely even see your face through the large crowd. “Yeah I saw you during the show, but I could barely get a good look at your face.”

“Is that so?” You queried. For a split second Kate could’ve sworn she saw your eyes glance toward her lips.

“Y-yes.” She managed to get at least one word out of her mouth during her gay panic.

“Well, Kate, I would like to talk to you for a little while longer, but I have places to be.” You announced, “But before I go, I would like you to have this.” You reached into your white clutch and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. You took the pen and wrote down something on the paper, after finishing your writing, you handed the paper over to Kate.

“Is this-”

“My number.” You grinned. “My personal number.”

-

Kate sat upon the sheets of her bed, she was now in the comfort of her home, in her pajamas, staring down at the piece of paper you had given her. She held the paper in her left hand while her phone was in her right. She opened her contacts app and typed in your number. She didn’t want to bother you by calling you, so she settled on texting you. She didn’t exactly know what to type so she decided on something simple.

{Kate}

Hi.

[little-asami]

I want you to fully embrace this scenario, where you are deeply captivated by my cuteness and feel a strong urge to take me with you, thinking it’s perfectly acceptable since no one is around to stop you. As your sweet and shy little doll (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄, I will be entirely bound and silent, unable to resist or assist.

Start by gently and carefully binding my hands behind my back and taping my legs together. My mouth will be softly stuffed with socks and sealed with tape, ensuring that no sounds can escape and that I remain completely quiet. ✿(｡•́‿•̀｡)✿

With a tender touch, place me into the pillow sack, making sure I fit snugly and comfortably. Given my petite size, it should be easy to arrange me so that every part of my restrained body is securely encased. Once I’m nestled perfectly in the pillow sack, smooth out any excess fabric to ensure I’m snugly and tightly packed. ✧(✿◠‿◠)✧

Next, cover the entire pillow sack with a black bin liner. Make sure it’s tightly sealed with no gaps, completely concealing and securing me. (ღ✪v✪)ღ

In this state, I am nothing more than a delicate, lifeless doll, waiting for your next move. I’m prepared to be picked up and carried away, simply an object for you to handle and use as you see fit. My only purpose is to be your quiet, disposable toy, existing solely to fulfill your needs and whims. ✧(✿◠‿◠)✧

[aces-to-apples]

could you perhaps be enticed into writing more codakin? with:

❛ you’re such a tease. ❜

❛ you know where to find me. ❜

you’ve written them so fabulously before 💖

This ask is. From January 2022. I wish you all a very I live in shame :margehiding: but hey, here's a visual reference lol? Note: Cody is deeply horny and thirsting hardcore under the cut

Cody hadn’t been present on Geonosis for the start of the war, but he was assigned to lead the 212th Attack Battalion under General Kenobi barely a month later.

Alpha-17 had given him a full briefing before shipping out, and an entire section of it had been dedicated to the behavior and neuroses of both the general and the general’s commander: a Padawan-Commander by the name of Skywalker. One-Seven had hardly been complimentary but the briefing had been helpful in dealing with them both, even after Skywalker was promoted to general himself and took ARC Trooper Rex with him to the 501st Legion.

(The captains’ tiles look good on Rex, when he’s forced into his dress whites, but that’s hardly the point.)

It’s been nearly two years since that briefing and Cody has more than enough experience to put together his own hours-long briefing just on Skywalker himself.

There are so many things about him—how his mind works, how his brain works—that Cody doesn’t think anyone else in the galaxy knows. Not Kenobi, not Commander Tano, not anyone else who’s ever shared his bed, even. And even so, Cody would never have guessed it before they started breaking formation together, but—

“You’re such a tease,” he hisses, low and resentful, as Anakin struts past.

The Jedi shoots a sunny smile back at him before reaching the front of the room and proceeding to contort himself into several showy, highly flexible poses, ostensibly to warm up. His shirt stretches with him and these poses in a variety of new and vaguely life-changing ways.

Shirt, of course, being a generous term for what the little padawan-commander’s devious mind has conjured up.

If Cody wasn’t sure she’d have let on long before now, and in a much louder fashion, he’d assume this was a deliberate attack on her part. Psychological warfare, even. If Rex knows, of course, then it just might be, but ‘get Cody so horned up, in front of a crowd of unaffiliated brothers, that he nearly bites a data-pad in half’ is not a Rex-typical form of retaliation.

The pants are—fine.

Brown fabric in a twill weave, they have a loose fit for a wide range of movement and only stay up thanks to the valiant efforts of a thick letheris belt. Of course it also has an eye-catching bar of silver for a buckle. Cody thanks every god large and small for that belt, buckle be damned. Without its stubborn presence keeping some semblance of modesty, Cody might actually shame the whole of the 212th with his lack of subtlety.

The training room is large and padded thickly, made for and used to the acrobatic nonsense of Jedi cadets. At the front—leading a mixed cohort of brothers from various assignments just barely maintaining a sense of propriety through said showy stretches—Anakin isn’t even wearing boot-liners.

And then that damned shirt.

Cody has seen glittering, sinuous dancers wearing more of a shirt than that kriffing thing.

He wants to rip it off—possibly with his teeth—and replace it with something with more coverage. Possibly himself.

At the back of the room, he watches Anakin slide his legs out to a 90-degree angle, bend, and place his hand flat on the mats. Someone finally breaks and wolf-whistles, to which Anakin simply flashes a smirk at the whole room and pushes himself up onto just his hands. Cody would be noting down the whistler for disciplinary action if he wasn’t desperately adjusting himself in his codpiece.

The shirt.

The shirt is practically nothing—or nearly so.

A black scrap of fabric dug out of a garbage bin, if Cody has to guess. It stretches obscenely around Anakin’s bulk, cut off at the diaphragm and leaving his soft belly exposed. No sleeves or real neckline to speak of, horizontal cut-outs bare inches above what’s already generous to call a hem.

The diamond cut-out in the center of his chest is the last straw.

High on his left pectoral, just under the clavicle, is a little spot of brown pigment. Cody knows that little spot intimately and with great fondness. Lying flat, the shirt covers it; showing off for an adoring crowd, the fabric twists and bunches, flashing that little spot to keen eyes.

Each time seeing it makes Cody want to stalk up to the Jedi and block everyone else's line of sight. And then bite it. Or something.

Cody has never been the jealous sort. He's from Kamino, how can he be? He's never owned a thing in his life, much less had an exclusive claim on a lover. That his jaw aches from grinding his teeth is—abnormal, to say the least.

Obnoxious, even.

And General Anakin kriffing Skywalker has the gall to enjoy it. The air around him practically crackles with his delight, even as the stupid kriffing outfit is supposed to embarrass him, or whatever Tano’s intention.

Cody has been through actual physical and mental torture modules constructed by sadists and abusers and yet, the 90 minutes that Anakin spends leading the assembly through a series of stretches and moving meditations are the longest of his life. In fairness, he wasn’t fully armored, in the middle of a crowded room, painfully aroused for the torture modules.

By the end of the time slot, Anakin’s hair is darkened and his skin glistening slightly with sweat.

He flashes an exasperated grimace at his padawan—the first indication of discomfort since he strutted into the room to start—but dismisses the troopers but his usual warm half-grin and takes their farewell-ribbing with grace. Cody watches his shoulders slump just slightly when the final trooper turns away, before he rallies.

The strut returns and Cody, unthinking, grabs his wrist as passes on the way to the exit.

Anakin meets his eyes through his helmet visor and words fail him. What is he supposed to say? ‘That was unbearably hot, never do it again’? ‘Fuck me before you go or else I might explode’? ‘May I pretty please, with a moonberry on top, suck you off’?

He hesitates too long.

Anakin Skywalker can be achingly sweet and often is, but he can also be unbearably smug and self-assured. His eyes and smile darken, becoming something wicked and teasing, and he hooks gentle fingers around Cody’s utility belt and tugs him just barely closer. Trails those fingers up the center of his cuirass. Taps them just over his sternum, where he knows a small sunflower is inked brightly, just between his pectorals.

If his helmet was off they’d be sharing breath, foreheads nearly pressed together, as close to a kiss as they can get on a battlefield.

“You know where to find me,” he murmurs, low and deep, irises nearly swallowed by pupil as he keeps Cody’s gaze.

Then fingers tap sharply against his armor and Anakin rocks back on his heels, ruffling his curls and smiling sunnily. He whistles something jaunty as he swaggers away—a normal song at one point, probably, but most likely a filthy rendition thought up by bored troopers on campaign—and Cody can’t move or speak for several moments.

If he moves, he’ll do something very much not acceptable in public, either by himself or after hunting Anakin down through the halls; if he speaks, it’ll be to moan or whine or beg, damn the consequences of whoever hears. So he stays still and quiet as a stealth mission. Until sense returns.

Or his brain boots back up.

Once it does, though, ooh…

He is going to get his revenge for that, one way or another.

[zubairiplastic12]

Exploring Essential Products: Trash Bags, Bin Liners, and Perforated Sheets in Dubai

Dubai is a city known for its rapid development, innovation, and dedication to cleanliness and sustainability. In the midst of this growth, certain materials and products have become integral to daily life and industrial use. From trash bags and bin liners that support waste management to perforated sheets widely used in construction and design, these products have become indispensable. In this article, we explore the role of trash bags, black garbage bags, branded bags UAE, and perforated sheet suppliers in Dubai, highlighting their applications and importance.

Trash Bags: An Everyday Necessity

What Are Trash Bags?

Trash bags are flexible, disposable bags designed to contain waste. They are essential for keeping spaces clean, organized, and hygienic. Available in various sizes and thicknesses, they cater to different environments, from homes and offices to industrial settings.

Types of Trash Bags

Light-Duty Trash Bags:

Ideal for everyday household use, such as disposing of paper, food scraps, or light waste.

Heavy-Duty Trash Bags:

Designed for construction sites, warehouses, and areas where sharp or heavy items are discarded.

Eco-Friendly Trash Bags:

Made from biodegradable or compostable materials, these bags help reduce plastic waste and promote sustainability.

Benefits of Using Trash Bags

Hygiene: Prevents the spread of germs by containing waste securely.

Convenience: Makes it easier to collect, carry, and dispose of garbage.

Waste Segregation: Color-coded options allow for easy separation of recyclable and non-recyclable waste.

Black Garbage Bags: The Standard for Heavy-Duty Use

Black garbage bags are the most commonly used type of trash bags, especially for general waste disposal. Their dark color ensures the contents are concealed, making them suitable for:

Industrial waste

Construction debris

Large-scale cleanups

Black garbage bags are often made of durable plastic to withstand heavy loads, tears, and punctures. They are widely used in industries, commercial establishments, and public areas in Dubai.

Bin Liners: A Must-Have for Clean Spaces

What Are Bin Liners?

Bin liners are smaller versions of trash bags designed to line waste bins, protecting them from spills and stains. These liners are a crucial component of waste management in homes, offices, and public spaces.

Key Benefits of Bin Liners

Protection: Prevents liquid leaks and stains from damaging bins.

Ease of Disposal: Makes it easy to remove waste without leaving residue in the bin.

Hygiene: Helps maintain a clean and odor-free environment.

Bin liners are available in various sizes and materials to fit different types of waste bins, from small office bins to large outdoor containers.

Branded Bags in the UAE: The Rise of Sustainable Alternatives

The UAE has seen a growing demand for branded bags as both a functional and promotional tool. These bags are used in retail, corporate giveaways, and events to leave a lasting impression on customers and clients.

Eco-Friendly Trends in Branded Bags

With the push for sustainability, many businesses are shifting to reusable and biodegradable options for branded bags. Popular materials include:

Cotton

Jute

Recycled plastic

These eco-friendly options not only reduce environmental impact but also align with Dubai's sustainability initiatives. Businesses are embracing these bags to promote their brands while showcasing their commitment to environmental responsibility.

Perforated Sheet Suppliers in Dubai: A Key Resource for Industries

What Are Perforated Sheets?

Perforated sheets are thin metal or plastic sheets with holes punched into them in a specific pattern. They are highly versatile and find applications in various industries, including construction, architecture, and manufacturing.

Applications of Perforated Sheets

Construction:

Used for flooring, cladding, and fencing.

Provides strength while reducing weight.

Architecture:

Enhances aesthetic appeal in building facades and interior designs.

Allows for ventilation and sunlight control.

Industrial Use:

Common in filtration systems, soundproofing, and ventilation.

Environmental Solutions:

Found in water and air purification systems.

Choosing Perforated Sheet Suppliers in Dubai

Dubai is home to numerous suppliers offering a wide variety of perforated sheets. To select the right supplier, consider:

Material Options: Look for suppliers offering sheets in stainless steel, aluminum, or galvanized steel.

Customization: Choose suppliers who can create perforated patterns tailored to your needs.

Quality Standards: Ensure the supplier adheres to international standards for durability and precision.

Pricing: Compare prices to find competitive rates for high-quality products.

Pricing Trends in Perforated Sheets and Trash Bags

Factors Affecting Perforated Sheet Prices

Material: Stainless steel sheets are more expensive than aluminum or galvanized steel.

Thickness: Thicker sheets require more material, increasing costs.

Pattern Complexity: Intricate designs may cost more due to additional labor and equipment.

Order Quantity: Bulk orders often result in lower per-unit costs.

Trash Bag Prices

Trash bag prices depend on their size, thickness, and material. Eco-friendly and biodegradable options may cost more upfront but are a sustainable investment in the long run.

Sustainability in Dubai: Combining Utility with Eco-Friendliness

Dubai's focus on sustainability is evident in its initiatives to reduce waste and promote eco-friendly products. From trash bags to branded bags, businesses and individuals are encouraged to make environmentally conscious choices.

Tips for Sustainable Waste Management

Use Biodegradable Trash Bags: Opt for bags made from plant-based materials to reduce plastic waste.

Recycle Properly: Use color-coded bin liners to segregate recyclable and non-recyclable waste.

Choose Reusable Bags: Replace single-use plastic bags with reusable branded bags made from sustainable materials.

Partner with Green Suppliers: Choose suppliers offering eco-friendly perforated sheets and other products.

Conclusion

In Dubai’s fast-paced environment, products like trash bags, black garbage bags, bin liners, and perforated sheets play a crucial role in maintaining cleanliness, functionality, and sustainability. Whether it's managing waste effectively or finding reliable perforated sheet suppliers in Dubai for your projects, making informed decisions is key. By prioritizing quality, durability, and eco-friendliness, you can contribute to a cleaner, greener, and more efficient future.

[belladoesmakeup]

Blogmas : Finally trying Charlotte's Liquid Liner

Hi guys,

We all know by now I adore Charlotte Tilbury, it is by far my most used makeup brand ever and you can imagine I have tried most of her products by now. However one item I have never tried is her liquid liner, I own so many liquid liners I try to use up the ones I have before I buy new ones. I finally decided to have a clear up and I ended up binning 5 dried out eyeliners. I guess that happens when you only use your favourite ones but it finally gave me an excuse to get the Charlotte Tilbury Feline Flick Eyeliner in shade Panther , £25.00

Now Charlotte is known for the iconic eyeliner looks and liner constantly goes viral for being a long-wear, waterproof, ultra-matte formula. What I personally love about this formula the most is that it has a super precise applicator tip so it is really easy to draw the perfect wing. I have been using this liner for almost a month to really test it out and see what I think and I adore it!

I have worn this liner by itself, I have worn it on top of glitter eyeshadows, matte shadows and it looks just as good every time. I've had black liners before of course but this liquid formula is almost a jet black that is so pigmented it's mind blowing. I love this formula because once you apply the liner it isn't going anywhere!

If you need a black liquid liner for party season then I really recommend you trying this liner because it lasts all night and looks so sleek on your eyes. As always all products mentioned are linked above.

Lots of love,

Bella x x

[natjennie]

"pot, kettle, black" "oh! spoon, bin lid, orange!" "what?" "i thought we were playing two things and a color..." OKAY jesus christ elf's one liners sometimes...

[bbs-backlog-challenge]

Fin or Bin: Super Puzzled Cat

Well, where on earth do we start with this one?

The developer is an old friend of many years. We have worked on projects together before, and he even flew me out to attend his wedding. So, no; this is not going to be an unbiased review. None of them are, but it's especially prudent to say so for this one.

I first discovered Touhou in late 2008 and by early 2009 had made it my life's mission to defeat the Extra stage of Perfect Cherry Blossom. Back in those days youtube was still useful as a social platform, and I became fast friends with a fella named Sadistic Penguin, whose own runs (uploaded in the magical new technology of 'high definition video') were instrumental in finally attaining that goal. We remained close and following the release of Touhou 12 in 2009, we decided to create our own Touhou fangame.

Day and night we discussed and planned and thought about and dreamt about 'Symmetry Of Black And White'. He would work his programmer magic and I would stitch together the narrative, and it would be glorious. Ultimately it never panned out- not for any specific reason; many projects will simply fail at some time or another. But the fervour and excitement for the project lives with me to this day- dreaming up some new idea or plot twist and hurrying over to Yaplet (RIP), IRC (RIP), or twitter (RIP) to spam them at him and (fail to) add them to the design doc.

It wasn't our only bite at the cherry; many other projects came and went, all of them falling short for one reason or another, and the dream eluded us once more. Over time, life happened, as it is wont to do, and as our host platforms fell apart so did we, not with intent but simply as a regrettable part of life's twists and turns. I've always made a specific effort to keep one thread of connection, however bare, and I like to hope he did the same- not out of naive ambition that the fervour could one day be rekindled, but to keep that distant dream alive, even if dormant.

And- would you look at that, he only went and bloody did it, didn't he? After many many years of work, Super Puzzled Cat is here, it's on Steam, you can buy it with your earth money right now (and wishlist it and follow it because the algorithm demands it). I am so, so proud of you, SP. You did it, man. You realised that long-held dream- and I know it was long-held, because you've held it for at least as long as I have. You have my genuine and heartfelt congratulations on bringing a project to a close and achieving a goal that was out of reach for so long. If I know you as well as I think I do, you'll be cracking away at the next dream before long, but take some time to bask in this first. You thoroughly deserve it.

Fin or Bin:

Sorry. I know this overly sentimental review probably isn't useful to you at all in terms of marketing. Here's your one-liner testimonial for the Accolades Trailer to make up for it: "Super Puzzled Cat is a slice of hot buttered toast on a cool Autumn morning." I can come up with that sort of guff all day if you need more.

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