#custom stand up pouch

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Pouch Packaging from Quick Pak Inc

Pouch packaging refers to flexible containers made from layers of plastic or sustainable material. This might include chip bags, frozen food packaging, bakery bags, healthcare packaging, and more. In each case, the packaging is designed to protect and preserve products while offering lightweight, durable, and visually appealing solutions. So, what types of pouches are there and what advantages can they provide for your business?

There are multiple types of pouches you can use for your packaging. We can help you understand what is best for your business. Common options include:

Stand-up pouches: These are popular for their ability to stand up on shelves, which offers greater visibility. Stand-up pouches are ideal for items like snacks, pet food, and even beverages.

Flat pouches: This option is cost-effective and compact. They are commonly used for single-serve or lightweight products.

Spouted pouches: As the name suggests, spouted pouches have a spout for easy pouring. This makes them ideal for liquids like juices, sauces, and even cleaning agents.

Custom pouches: Pouches can be fitted with a range of options to suit your needs. You can add reclosable zippers, micro-perforations, hang holes, and more.

Convenience and Portability: Consumers are more on-the-go than ever before. That means they prioritize products that offer unparalleled convenience and portability.

Extended Shelf Life and Freshness: Pouch packaging offers a great barrier against water, oxygen, and light. Because of this, it can extend the shelf life and freshness of many different kinds of products.

Sustainability: When you think of pouch packaging, you might think of plastic. However, pouch packaging can be made of sustainable materials, helping you appeal to eco-friendly consumers. From highly recyclable materials to biodegradable options, there are a variety of materials to choose from.

Want to learn more about what we can do for you? Reach out to our team for an initial consultation at 813 242 6995 or sales@quickpakinc.com

[cannazip]

The Benefits of Custom Cannabis Packaging

Custom cannabis packaging offers unmatched benefits, combining functionality, freshness, and brand appeal. Custom stand up pouches are ideal for showcasing products, offering durability, and maximizing shelf presence while keeping contents secure. For odor-sensitive products, custom smell proof bags ensure discretion and freshness, enhancing customer satisfaction. Stylish weed packs provide a professional look and convenient usability, aligning with the needs of modern consumers. Investing in cannabis packaging tailored to your brand not only boosts recognition but also ensures compliance with industry standards. Custom packaging helps elevate your business by combining practicality with innovative design. To know more, read the full blog: https://cannazip.wordpress.com/2024/12/26/the-benefits-of-custom-cannabis-packaging/

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Innovative Packaging Solutions: Bottom Stand Up Pouches and Stand Up Pouch Coffee Bags

Discover the convenience and versatility of bottom stand up pouches and stand up pouch coffee bags. These innovative packaging solutions are designed to stand upright on shelves, maximising visibility and shelf space. Perfect for coffee, snacks, or any product that needs to stay fresh, our pouches are made from high-quality materials to ensure durability and freshness. Explore our range of bottom stand up pouches and stand up pouch coffee bags to find the perfect packaging solution for your products.

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Tips for Designing Custom Stand Up Pouches

When it comes to making a statement on the shelves, your custom stand-up pouches must go beyond functionality—they need to captivate. Elevating your pouches from ordinary to extraordinary can enthrall consumers and open their wallets wide. Here are six mesmerizing design enhancements to infuse your pouches with irresistible allure:

1. Metallic Foiling: Radiant Elegance

Imagine your custom pouches gleaming under the spotlight, adorned with metallic foiling that sparkles like precious gems. With accents in gold, silver, or metallic hues reflecting your brand's palette, metallic foiling adds a touch of luxury to your design, akin to dressing your packaging in fine jewelry.

2. Inside Printing: Unveiling Secrets

Why limit beauty to the surface? Surprise and delight customers with bursts of color or hidden messages concealed within the pouch. This hidden treasure of a design turns the act of opening the custom stand-up pouch into a delightful discovery, forging a personal connection that lingers long after the purchase.

3. Custom Shaped Windows: Peek-a-Boo Personality

Invite curiosity by framing your product within windows of unconventional shapes. Whether it's an apple silhouette for organic dried fruits or a playful paw print for pet treats, these distinctive windows beckon customers to take a closer look and catch a glimpse of the wonders within.

4. UV Spot Gloss: Strategic Brilliance

Illuminate the essence of your design with UV spot gloss, adding a glossy sheen to key elements like your logo or tagline. This glossy finish not only protects but also enhances, imparting a tactile glamour that commands attention and elevates your stand-up pouch to a work of art.

5. Holographic Finish: Enigmatic Splendor

Transform light into a mesmerizing spectacle with a holographic finish that dances with a spectrum of colors. This enchanting effect captivates onlookers from every angle, offering a visual journey that evokes wonder and fascination—a surefire way to infuse your packaging with a touch of magic.

6. Bottom Pouch Printing: Completing the Story

Extend your design narrative to every corner of the pouch, including the often-overlooked bottom. Whether it's additional branding, a continuation of the main design, or practical information, printing on the bottom ensures your pouch remains captivating from top to bottom—a thoughtful detail that speaks volumes.

By incorporating these six design elements into your custom stand-up pouches, you're not just packaging your product—you're presenting an experience. These enhancements transcend mere aesthetics, creating moments of delight, turning heads, and transforming your product into a coveted must-have. Let your packaging speak volumes as it whispers, shouts, and sings its way off the shelves and into the hearts of consumers.

[packman-packaging-india]

F-Flute: A Game-Changer in Retail Packaging

In the bustling aisles of today’s consumer-driven market, where choices abound and attention spans are fleeting, the role of packaging in product presentation is very important. Amidst the visual chaos, a well-designed and distinctive package can be the key to standing out, capturing attention, and conveying brand identity. As e-commerce continues its meteoric rise, the significance of retail packaging has reached new heights. It’s not just a protective shell; it’s the first interaction between the consumer and the product, shaping a lasting impression. Thus, the quality of packaging is very important as it not only protects the product but also plays a crucial role in shaping the overall customer experience.  

Today, we are going to learn about Flutes used in packaging. Packman Packaging, the leading manufacturer of corrugated boxes in India, tells us how F-Flute is making waves in the world of retail packaging.

Corrugated material comes in different flute sizes, like A to F, for various packaging needs. Flutes strengthen the cardboard, separating layers and acting as insulation. Bigger flutes offer more strength, while smaller ones enhance structure and printing for retail packaging...

Read Here: https://www.packman.co.in/blog/f-flute-corrugated-box-retail-packaging/

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Custom Packaging: Paving the Way for Exemplary Branding

Since the internet has taken over the world and people have begun entrusting various online platforms for their shopping needs, the entire marketing approach has transformed. In today’s world, it is impossible to generate sales without having a strong presence on social networking sites and other online platforms. A modern customer demands much more than just the best-quality products, as companies need to engage these customers consistently and give them a personalized experience through their websites and apps.   

Does Packaging Play an Important Role in Branding?  

Many businesses falsely assume that branding is only required for online platforms by choosing unique color themes and maintaining consistency of the same content on all platforms. However, branding shouldn’t be restricted to online platforms because a customer who decides to buy your products after being impressed by your branding can experience dissatisfaction after receiving a product that doesn’t match the online branding.   

This brings us to packaging, which can be integral in creating strong branding that leaves the right impression on first-time customers. Many businesses don’t pay attention to their packaging and opt for ready-made packages that are often dull and lack branding. You can opt for customized packaging solutions to get more attraction and build brand awareness, gaining a competitive edge over your rivals. Let us take a look at how customized packaging can help build your brand.  

Ultimate Protection  

You would only be able to impress your customers through your top-quality products if the products reach your customers in optimum condition. Therefore, you should opt for a custom stand-up pouch or other modern choices rather than the conventional rigid cardboard packaging. Pouches are less prone to damage during transportation as compared to other packaging options.   

Brand Presentability  

When you create excitement around your products, the customers will connect with your brand better. You can use innovative phrases, slogans, product images, and other information to make the unboxing experience worthwhile. Such packages are likely to be retained by the customers for use later on, once again giving you the edge over other suppliers whose packages would be discarded immediately after unboxing.   

Offers Usability  

Customized packaging solutions can be made so that they are easy to store, carry, and use for other products later on. By doing so, you can promote your brand even further as the customer using your packaging would introduce the brand to his/her family and friends when he/she stores stuff in a reliable package.   

Better In-Store Visibility  

When there are a number of products on the store shelves, a customer is likely to purchase the product that looks the most appealing. Using a custom stand-up pouch for your product is the perfect option to stand out among competitors as outdated packaging is mostly ignored by customers.  

About EntrePouch   EntrePouch is a reliable pouch packaging provider that provides both custom and ready-made pouches. Regardless of your unique demands, EntrePouch can create an ideal packaging for your product according to its shape, size, purpose, etc. Contact their experts for further inquiries! 

[writersdrug]

I need the bartender Simon having to escape upstairs for a few minutes just to control the monster in his pants just because of a more direct provocation from the reader

I was saving this ask and I think this is the perfect moment after Simon sees reader in his shirt, no?

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation, sex toy, pining, daydreaming about p in v sex

He doesn't dare go up to his room - even after the bar is closed, after you and Johnny are both gone, after his tasks are complete. His mind has been scrambled ever since you came down in his shirt, looking like you'd just woken up from having a nap in his bed. He knew that wasn't the case, but it was so easy to pretend. You made it easy, looking like wearing his shirt was just your typical Friday outfit. If he tried hard enough, sitting at the bar after hours, sipping on an Old Fashioned- he could imagine you were up there right now, lying stomach-first in his bed, wearing his shirt, with "LT RIELY" on your back - you weren't objective, he certainly doesn't think of you like that - but having his claim on you aroused the most primal part inside him. If only you could see what you've done. Did you even know it?

Price comes lumbering down the stairs. Simon doesn't bother to look at him; he sits at the bar, his Old Fashioned long gone, with an empty whiskey glass and the mostly-full bottle next to him. He was hoping to replace the thought of you with drinking, but he didn't have the stomach for it.

"I'm plannin' to see if Garrick wants to join the team." Price says, shrugging on his jacket. "I know he wanted to be his own man, but we could use him. Our girl's made this place quite popular."

Simon wants to spit out the words he'd just heard. Our girl. Whose girl? John's? Soap's? The entire pub? It was his name on your back. Not Price. Not MacTavish. He was the one you came to with all those receipts, numbers scribbled in the margins, trusting him to help you ward them off. Sure, you have fun with everyone, asking them all for help - but you go to him the most easily, whenever you need to feel safe. Bad customers, bad situations - you looked to him. Didn't that mean anything to Price?

He doesn't respond to his captain, choosing to stare at his empty glass instead. Price looks at him quizzically.

"Feelin' alright, there?"

Simon grunts. "Long day."

Price knows he's bullshitting him. He knows exactly what this is about. He sighs, pulling his beanie on and tucking the money pouch into his jacket. "If you want 'er, Simon, tell me to back off. Can't read your mind."

That has him pursing his lips, grip tight around the sides of his glass. He would have punched John, was he any other man. He knows exactly what Simon's thinking, yet he makes him work for it. Typical. His pride and his jealousy are fighting tooth and nail against each other, but he can barely say a word.

Price stands there a moment, waiting for Simon to speak - but he doesn't even spare the owner a glance. Bastard's always punishing himself... he thinks, sighing again.

"Bright and early tomorrow, lad." He says, heading towards the kitchen. "Lights off when you're done here." He knows Simon's capable of closing, but he repeats it every night regardless.

"Sir."

Price stops, halfway through the kitchen door. He looks at Simon, who's now staring directly back at him. There's a look in his face, something that reminds him of Ghost - the reason he became his right-hand man.

"Respectfully..." he says slowly. "Back off."

Price almost finds it comical. Like an animal staking its claim, staring at its rival - except they’re not rivals. The only reason Simon is bothering to play his captain's game, asking for permission to have what Price would happily hand over, is because he's his superior. Even if they're all retired from the SAS, no one ever really dropped the dynamics of the team.

He smiles, nodding his head once. "Understood." He says, shoving himself through the kitchen door. "But hurry up and say somethin' to 'er. I'm sick of you losing your mind during the rush."

With that, Simon hears him leave through the back door. He stays there for a moment, his mind reeling - he feels both satisfied and angry at the same time. It was a bit humiliating to tell Price to leave you for himself - you don't belong to him. But that was a problem he was going to fix. You had his name on your back-

For Christ’s sake, he’s got to give it a rest. You wore his shirt, that was all. You wore it – with no bra. Bare. Naked underneath the 141’s insignia, under his title.

And that damn bra is still in his room.

He can’t take it anymore. He unscrews the whiskey bottle and takes a few swigs, before slamming it back onto the bar top. He leaves the bottle and the glass there as he gets up, making his way across the floor, up the stairs, passing the office, and continuing up to his studio flat.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary. If you’d gone snooping, you either did a good job of hiding the evidence, or you didn’t really rifle through too much. His bed was untouched, his books and items where he had put them last – he goes into his drawers, checking to see if you had gone through anything other than his shirts. Considering everything is still where it should be, he assumed not. Though you did leave a mess in his shirt drawer – you’d been digging around in there until you found his old SAS shirt. Did you mean to do that? Were you looking for something with his name on it, just to drive him insane?

He goes back into his top drawer, muttering a curse as he pushes the contents aside. His cock is pulsing in his pants as he grabs his pocket pussy, slamming the drawer shut and heading towards his bed. He doesn't want to draw this one out - this is nothing more than a wank, just to get you out of his head. He sits at the foot of his bed and unbuttons his jeans, pulling his hard length out of his briefs – it bounces up and slaps against his abdomen, precum already smeared across the tip. He’s been hard for hours now, trying not to cum in his pants at the thought of your tits rubbing against the inside of his shirt. Do you have small, pebbly nipples? Or ones that are soft and pliant? He growls as he smears the tip of his cock against the lips of the toy, rubbing up and down the slit. He sighs, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. You’re there, rubbing your lips on his cock, your hand wrapped tightly around his shaft as you stare up at him, licking and kissing his tip like a good girl…

He scowls and opens his eyes, sitting upright – he sees your bra hanging off the back of his chair, and he nearly passes out form how quickly the blood rushes to his cock. Pink lace, delicate and kinda skimpy… and your shirt, crumpled on the seat of the chair. You’d forgotten to shove them into your bag before you left. Or did you do this on purpose?

He's reaching out before he realizes it, slowly standing up and heading towards the chair. He wants to grab your bra, rub his cock in it until he stains it with his thick cum – but something in the back of his mind keeps him from touching it. One, it’s purely you, and he doesn’t want to ruin that. Two, he’s trying to cum. Not to cum to you. He’s doing this to get rid of your image in his head.

So, he goes for the next best thing. He grabs your shirt and sits back down on the edge of the bed. He lines himself up with his fleshlight and brings your shirt to his face; no wonder the drinks had turned it translucent, it was the thinnest fabric he had ever felt. Practically skin.

He presses it against his face and inhales: the scent of you, sweet, floral and spicy, fills his mind. It makes it all to easy to imagine that you’re sinking down onto his cock, and not that he’s stuffed it as far as he can into the toy. He groans, his eyelids fluttering shut as he pumps his hips once, then again… the tightness of the fleshlight slides over him easily, offering no resistance with the precum acting as a lube while he grinds up into it, heat knotting in his gut. The waist of his jeans hugs his thighs as he slowly and steadily pulses towards the ceiling, taking deep breaths of your scent.

He feels like an animal. Dirty, cheap, and desperate. He has to remind himself that it’s not about you, it’s about having a good wank and getting you out of his head. He drops your shirt on his chest and uses his free hand to cup his balls, groaning as he massages them. The schlick of the fleshlight around his dick is loud, the sensation borderline painful as he quickly fucks into it, curses spilling past his lips as he slams the thing down to the base of his length, catching on the Jacob’s ladder piercing on the underside, then back to the tip.

He shouldn’t, but he lets his mind slip elsewhere. What would you be doing? Would you have your hands on his chest, lips parted in a moan as you drop your hips onto his thighs, your cunt dripping and squeezing around his member…? What are you doing now? Are you still wearing his shirt? Are you lying back on your bed, playing with your breasts under the fabric and using your other hand to toy with your pussy? What do you sound like? Are you saying his name, or can you make any sound at all?

He falls back against the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck-“ he mumbles. He’s caught himself in a trap here – he can’t allow himself to indulge in the thought of you, begging him to take your hips and buck up into you – but it’s impossible to get you out of his head. Even if he could, he doesn’t think he’d be able to cum without you. He squeezes his fist around the fleshlight, groaning loudly from the pain, trying to drown out the sounds of your moans in his head… you’re always there, ever present, leaning over him and whimpering in his ear, need you, Simon, wanna cum on your cock, want it inside-

It's all too much for him, but not enough. He turns himself over, climbing up to his knees on the bed. He props himself up on his forearm, holding the fleshlight with his other hand as he ruts into it, stuffing his cock in as far as it will go, until the lips are smashed against the base. He pants and groans, mouth hanging open as he hovers over the bed; over you, holding one of your thighs up, touching his forehead against yours, watching as you’re covered in a layer of sweat, tits bouncing with each violent thrust of his hips. Both wrists secured above your head with one of his meaty hands, whimpers and whines spilling from your mouth as you struggle to remain coherent. Your cunt swallows him greedily, hugs him tightly, pulses around him, coaxes him to pound into you harder and harder, your walls twitching as slick gushes around him, your fingers digging into the back of his hand as you cry out his name, “Simon, Simon, Simon”-

He hisses through his teeth as his balls seize up, his abdomen going taut and his dick twitching in the toy. He rips the fleshlight off and grabs your shirt without a second thought, wrapping it tight around his cock and pumping it. “Gonna cum, gonna cum- fuck- oh, fuck-!” He mumbles to no one as his orgasm is ripped from him, hips canting repeatedly as cum spurts into the fabric of your shirt, leaking out around his thighs as he thrusts into it, thighs aching from the exertion. He bites into his hand and growls as he continues rutting, fighting through the overstimulation to chase what remains of his high – but he soon collapses on the bed, huffing and groaning into the mattress.

His orgasm fades slowly, his heart ramming against his ribcage and the fog clearing from his head. Realization sinks in as he’s hyper-aware of your shirt, still wrapped around his dick, now soaked in his cum. He'd have to wash it, now. Filthy doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels, but he doesn’t find it in him to care anymore. He rolls onto his side, clutching your shirt in his hand. Fuck. One quick tug was all this was supposed to be, and now, he’s picturing you lying across from him. Face flushed, lips swollen and eyes hazy, smiling at him and panting. Telling him you love him. He’d say it back a million times. Listening as you breathe, as you talk about your silly little ideas for the pub, for redecorating his room… craving the moment where you drag yourself closer to him and snuggle into his chest for the rest of the night.

He hasn’t gotten rid of you, like he hoped for. He’s only made it more clear: he wants you. He wants his life to be threaded with yours, he wants to wake up next to you, he wants you to change his routine, to pick up his broken pieces and make a mosaic – and he wants to be there when you need someone, he wants to give you everything you want and more, whether that’s a life up in the clouds or down here, in his arms, in his small bed and lackluster apartment. You’d make it better; you’d make anything better.

He sighs, slowly sitting up and on the edge of the bed. Price was right – he’s got to hurry up and say something to you, or else he’ll be drowned in his obsession. You’d either agree to take this fucked-up giant on a date and end his misery, or you’d reject him, and he could force you from his thoughts and replace you with misery. It’s worked before.  

He pulls off his jeans and shirt and grabs the fleshlight, standing with a grunt and walking into his bathroom. He’s planning to clean the toy, but if he waits long enough, he might just be fucking it again in the shower.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Pretending

Logan X F! Curvy! Reader

Plot: Logan spots you across the bar, and he can't resist...

A/N: Just a lil something to get through my writers block....

Warnings: Drinking, suggestive, Logan gets a lil horny looking at readers body, reader is described as curvy! Wrote this with Trilogy! Logan in mind but you could really imagine any Logan?

Word Count: 1390

The bar tonight was crowded, filled with drunk patrons, smooching lovers, and chatty groups of friends. It was a lively atmosphere, with colorful lights strung along the walls and windows, pop art decorated the walls. A jukebox in the corner played various songs, ranging everything from Led Zeppelin rock, to Madonna pop. The music though was drowned out by the various conversations heard throughout the bar, talks of politics, days at work, customers placing orders was picked up throughout the place.

Logan was leaning against the bar counter, the wooden edge pressed into his back firmly. He held a smoldering cigar between his lips, his arms bent and resting against the counter, hands hanging loosely. His eyes observing every single person in the bar, taking in the details of their faces, their mannerisms. Logan was familiar with places like these- although this bar was a lot nicer than the more hole-in-wall places he frequented in the past. It wasn’t filled with shifty characters, who would so much as kill you if you even looked at them. 

That was the past though.

His hazel eyes continued trailing across the room, casually puffing the cigar as small billows of smoke would escape his lips. He adjusted his weight on his legs, almost like he was impatient, his fingers rapping along the wood. His eyes kept looking, and looking, and looking…

Until they landed on you. 

You were absurdly gorgeous. It felt like the crowds and atmosphere of the bar disappeared when he looked at you. The way your hair was done- style in a way that framed your beautiful face, your plush cheeks. Your makeup was done, a deep red painted your lips, brown eyeliner outlined your eyes- so bright and full of life- and mischief. Mascara highlighted your lashes and how every blink you made fluttered against your cheek. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

They trailed down to your neckline. You were adorning a black dress, something with straps that barely stayed on your shoulders and a sweetheart neckline. The cloth of the dress hugged the curve of your body, something that could be compared to a goddess. In Logan’s mind anyway. He felt perverted by the way his eyes lingered on your very pronounced chest, the cleavage that was exposed and made him want to leave bite marks all over it. They trailed down to your belly and hips. The way your belly stuck out- like a pouch, with love handles that he desperately wanted to grip onto, to pull you onto him and make you whine. Your tummy was something soft that made him want to squeeze every inch, with how it accented your figure beautifully, making you something completely desirable. Your ass and thighs, plush and round. He could see how your cheeks could fill his hands perfectly, and your thighs would fit wonderfully around his head. The slit in your dress that goes up your thigh, exposing the skin there made him practically drool. 

You were standing on the other side of the room, on the other end of the counter in which it turned into a L shape, giving him a full view of your person. You looked relaxed, and nonchalant, as you carefully sipped your martini, your eyes glancing around the room once in a while, taking in the small crowds of folks having a good time. You looked lonely. 

Logan pushed himself from the bar counter, pushing past the crowd, as he practically rushed to be at your side. He nearly shoved one poor patron to the ground, which he quickly helped up, muttering a half-hearted apology as he still stared at you. Not paying attention to the way the guy scowled, and multiple people threw looks his way.

Fuck Logan, you need to focus.

He reached your side, not saying anything at first. You sensed him there, then heard him, as his knuckles rapped along the bar counter, calling the bartender and asking for a whiskey, neat. His voice is low and alluring. You snuck a peek at him, a faint smile on your face. He wasn’t looking at you. Funny, seeing as he’d been staring at you for several minutes straight; Looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive. Then practically charged over by your side like a bull, knocking over some innocent bystander as if you were going to fade from existence if he didn’t reach your side at that moment. 

It was silent between you both, and you watched the bartender pour him a glass of whiskey, in which he took, nodding to the bartender in thanks, then sipping it carefully, the glass tapping on the counter as he set it back down. 

“Lonely tonight sweetheart?” He finally asks, his leather-clad arm brushed against yours. You finally look at him. Goodness he’s handsome. His hair, deep brown, slicked up and back, something that reminded you of a cat- certainly didn’t move like one. His fuzzy mutton chops living down his jaw to his chin- which complimented his facial structure extremely well. His hazel eyes, deep and dare you say- resembled the eyes of a begging puppy, just so pretty to look at. His lips stretched into a knowing smile. He wore a black leather jacket, a flannel underneath it, and dark blue jeans. God he was irresistible just by his presence alone. 

You gave him a flirty smile, fluttering your lashes, as you leaned against the counter, crossing your arms over it, your chest leaning in, and giving him a full view of your large cleavage- which he, not-so-discreetly glanced down at. 

“Nope.” You say simply, tone firm and concise, before looking away. 

He smirked at your answer. “Names Jimmy.” 

You looked back at him, “Jimmy…Really?” You grinned. You didn’t know how long you could keep up the appearance, with how cute he was being. 

“Yeah, can I get a name from you, doll, or do I gotta beg?” 

“Begging sounds fun.” You hummed, looking back at your drink, your finger circling the rim of the glass. 

“How would you like it? On my knees?” He leans in, a hand brushing over your lower back, sliding over to your hip, his thumb rubbing circles against the cloth of your dress. You felt a deep blush come across your face. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. 

“Jimmy.” You mutter slowly, your eyes darting away, but your body leaned into his warmth. “You shouldn’t be doing this.” 

“Why not?”

“Because we are on a mission...” You muttered. You were trying to be serious, but your shaky tone could tell he was getting to you. He grinned. “You’re supposed to be keeping an eye out for this guy. Not hitting on me.” You say, looking up at him, with those pretty eyes he adored so much. He knew he would break you the moment he said the name you so affectionately use for him after learning his first name was actually James. 

You two were trying to lure in some scum part of a trafficking scheme, in order to get intel. You were the bait, to draw him in. He was jumpy, and usually had friends nearby so getting close, and It’s been something you’ve been working on for weeks, frequenting this bar, getting his attention, creating conversations between you two, earning trust. Scott was typically the one standing guard in the bar in case something went awry- everyone knew the moment Logan saw this guy around you, it would drive him insane and risk the whole plan- so Logan, to his displeasure, was forced to stay out of it. Tonight though, was the final step, to lure him out into somewhere private- where Logan will jump in, grab him, and that’s when the interrogation begins. You should have known that Logan wouldn’t be able to stay away from you.

And maybe, you were taunting him by wearing his favorite dress on you.

“Can’t help it when you look this good, bub.” He mutters in your ear. You tried to suppress your smile. “Suppose I’ll leave you alone.-” He begins to move away from you, and you already missed his warmth, but then he turns back, and you feel him pressing against your back, heavy and large- a distinct bulge against your hip. He leaned down to your ear, his voice a low growl, “Just so you know though, later tonight, you’re all mine.”

[daisynik7]

“freak-a-leek” by petey pablo for a jean and eren threesome if that’s okay plz

Freek-A-Leak

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader x Jean Kirstein

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.9k

cw: modern setting au, explicit language, p*rn w/no plot, smut – threesome, PIV sex (missionary), cunnilingus, blowjob, sex toy use, masturbation, cum-eating, dirty talk, sex without a condom, pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader has multiple orgasms, creampies, just some overall smutty silliness

Summary: You’re on a business trip with the two cockiest salesmen in your department: Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein. After a long day of dealing with them clashing over the silliest things, you decide to unwind in your hotel room the best way you know how. 

Author’s Note: This is the last song on the y2k karaoke party playlist! Thank you so much for the request anon! I had fun with this! It’s all horny and just plain silly, so I hope you like it. Thank you so much for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune. 

It’s almost 10 PM when you finally make it back to your hotel room, completely spent from today’s activities. It’s the first day of the conference here in Marley and being stuck in the middle of Eren Jaeger and Jean Kirstein has proven to be much more exhausting than you anticipated. 

You’re not completely convinced you needed to come on this business trip with them. After all, they’re the top two salesmen in your department, and this conference is solely for selling your product to new customers. Your boss, Hangë, encouraged you, the lead design engineer, to tag along in case they needed any technical support while demonstrating the ODM equipment. You were reluctant at first, but when they emphasized the fact that this trip would be completely paid for, including the lodging and food, how could you refuse? 

Unfortunately for you, because of the two clashing personalities between Jean and Eren, you ended up playing mediator throughout the day rather than engineer. The two bickered as usual, from where to eat, to what side of the table they wanted to stand on. In front of the customers, they were professional and charismatic, no hint of animosity lingering around them. As soon as it was the three of you alone, it was nonstop arguing and snide remarks, with you doing your best to either ignore it or alleviate it until the next fight arose. 

Luckily for you, Hangë set you up with your own room at the hotel while the other two shared the one right beside you. There’s an adjoining door for easy access into each other’s space and Jean begs you to open it when you first check in, not wanting a single moment alone with his temporary roommate. But after today’s festivities, you’re desperate for some private time by yourself.

Jean steps into your room, leaning against the doorframe. “So, should we watch a movie?” he suggests, still in his dress shirt, tie loosened around his collar.

Eren appears behind him, on his tip-toes to get your attention. “Why don’t we play video games instead?”

You yawn, shooing them away. “I’m exhausted, so I’m going to sleep.” 

You try to shut the door on them, but Jean pushes back, persistent. “You’re not seriously going to leave me alone with him, are you?” He points his thumb to the man behind him. 

Eren scoffs. “I don’t want to be alone with you either!”

“Dude, you are breathing down my neck! Give me some space.”

“Then move so I can talk to her!”

“It’s not your turn to talk!”

“Guys!” you yell, losing your patience. “I am tired. Try to get along so we can all get some sleep. Please?”

They grumble to themselves, shoving elbows at each other before they finally leave you alone, closing the door to give you your peace. You don’t bother locking in, certain they won’t be bothering you the rest of the night. 

After a nice, hot shower, you get comfortable in your pajamas, rummaging through one of your pouches until you find what you’re looking for. After a long day with those two goofballs, the best way for you to relieve stress is to have a little playtime. You carry your vibrator with you to bed, one ear bud in, and your favorite naughty audio ready to play on your phone. Only five minutes in, with the fluttering tip pressed to your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to orgasm. Ready for another, you get distracted by the muffled voices of your neighbors, bickering once again. You pop your ear bud out, trying to hear whatever dumb topic they’re arguing about now. The toy is still vibrating in your hands, the tip wet with your arousal. You let your imagination wander, thinking of Jean and Eren just on the other side of the wall. Hot, heated, raring to go. Fantasizing about the nasty, filthy things they could do to you if they knew just how horny you are, pent up with sexual frustration from all the testosterone you were surrounded with today. 

Suddenly, the door swings open and Eren stomps into the room, shouting your name. “Who do you find more annoying, me or him?!” Jean follows right on his tail, trying to grab him by the collar of his undershirt, hissing, “She’s sleeping, you dumbass!” They stop in their tracks, staring wide-eyed at you with your legs spread open on the bed, blanket shrugged off, vibrator buzzing in your hand. Completely exposed.

You quickly pull the covers over you, hiding the toy beneath your pillow, mortified. “What the fuck?!” you yell out to them. 

Both of them gape at you, blushing all the way down to their necks, speechless for the first time all day. Their silence is louder than any squabbling they’ve done today, and you have no idea what to say to make this any less awkward than it already is. 

Before you can think of another response, Eren clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey Jean. Bet I can make her come harder than you can.”

Jean glances at him, hesitant at first, then relaxes into a smirk. “Oh yeah? You’re on.”

Eren steps towards the bed, grinning at you. “What do you say? Will you help us?” 

You stare at them, befuddled and also extremely intrigued by this offer. Deciding quickly, you nod at them, releasing the grip on the blanket. They both smile at you, putting a flutter in your belly. Eren laughs, tugging on the covers slowly. “Come on. You can’t hide from us now.”

Jean joins in, dragging it down your body until you’re on display again, pussy glistening from your first orgasm. They both swear under their breaths, Eren licking his lips while Jean bites his. “Fuck, did you already come?”

“Yeah, I did,” you answer, pussy aching to be touched by either one of them. Both of them.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eren says, inching towards you. “You’re extra juicy for me, huh?”

“Why do you get to go first?” Jean butts in, scowling. 

Eren positions himself at your arousal, his breath hot on your pussy as he replies, “I don’t want to lick your spit.”

“Well, I don’t want to lick yours either! Let me goes first.”

“Fuck you, I’m already here.”

“Then move!” 

“Guys!” you cry out, bucking your hips, desperate for anything at this point. “Just hurry up and touch me. Please.”

Eren sticks his tongue out. “You heard her,” he muffles, licking circles around your clit. “Let’s make our girl feel good.”

Jean swallows hard, positioning himself beside you, puckering his lips around your nipples and sucking. You moan, arching your back off the bed, running your fingers through his hair. “Feels so good,” you whine, feeding your other breast to him. He latches on immediately, pulling your teat between his lips while Eren laps at your puffy clit. With your free hand, you grab hold of his hair, gripping it to pull him deeper into your cunt. Soon, you’re gushing on his face, rutting your hips against him while he swallows every drop of you. 

“Fuck, you taste good,” Eren says, tongue prodding into your slit. 

“I want a taste too,” Jean mutters, giving your nipple one last hard suck before he releases you with a wet pop. 

“Not yet,” Eren murmurs, kissing the soft plush of your thighs. 

Jean crawls to where he is, shoving him slightly to stick his face into your pussy. “It’s my turn, jackass.” He laps at your clit, determined to be better than his rival. 

Eren laughs, collecting your slick slathered on his chin and lips with his fingers, licking it off. “Be honest, baby. Is he doing better than me?” He strips out of his bottoms, lying beside you, stroking his hard cock. 

You squeeze your thighs around Jean’s head, bucking into his mouth, already close to your third climax. Your eyes go from Eren’s fist jerking himself off to Jean’s face shaking between your legs, eating you out feverishly. He teases a finger inside you and when you flutter around it, he slides in all the way, adding a second.

“No fair,” Eren breathes out, stroking himself faster.

Jean chuckles against your skin, sucking on your clit while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You turn your head to face Eren, leaning towards him to kiss him sloppily. He cradles your cheek with his free hand, pulling you in deeper, tongue swirling around yours, slurping up your spit. Once again, you’re pushed over the edge, coming on Jean’s face this time, his nose pressed to your sensitive bud as he drinks up all the slick leaking out of you. 

“Fuck me,” you beg, not directing it to anyone in particular.

Eren smiles against your mouth, licking your drool off the corners of your lips. “Go ahead, Jean. You can go first.”

Jean shoves his pants down, releasing his stiff cock, palming it. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” he says, kneeling next to your head, tracing your lips with the tip of his cock. “We’re having way too much fun right here, aren’t we sweetheart?” You nod in response, moaning around his dick as you sink your mouth on it, swallowing it until it’s to the back of your throat. “Fuck, you take it so good. You wanted to get fucked like this tonight, huh? Wanted to show us what a freak you are.”

Jean slides his cock inside you, stretching you out until he bottoms out. He spreads your legs apart, holding you open so he can pound straight into you. Eren’s focus goes from his own pleasure to his friend thrusting. “Fuck her harder, Jean.”

He obeys, picking up the pace, shoving himself deeper. You choke on your own moans, pulling off Eren to catch your breath. He cradles your face in his hands, massaging your cheeks tenderly. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Take a break. Just enjoy getting fucked by this fat cock.”

“Fuck,” Jean growls, closing his eyes. “I’m so close.”

Eren licks his lips, watching. “Don’t pull out. Fill her up.”

At that, Jean loses it, spurting his hot load inside you, your pussy fluttering around him. He pulls out, switching spots with Eren, snuggling up next to you to kiss you softly. You smile at him, whispering, “Thank you.”

He plants a smooch on your nose. “Thank you, baby.”

“Hey, don’t forget about me,” Eren says, guiding his hard cock inside you. “I’m going to fuck all this cum right back inside this cunt.”

You and Jean both moan, watching him fuck you with a devilish grin on his face. Jean reaches under the pillow, retrieving the toy you used earlier. “Can I use this on you?”

Incoherent and fucked out, you nod, desperate for whatever it is they want to offer to you. He presses the button, making the vibrator buzz in his grip, pressing the fluttering tip to your clit while Eren continues to ravish you. His eyes widen when he sees what Jean’s doing. “Oh shit. She’s squeezing me so fucking tight.” 

You’re in a drunken daze, trembling all over your body from the pleasure, whimpering uncontrollably with Jean toying with your clit as Eren fucks your brains out. When you reach your final climax, Eren comes with you, burying his cum deep inside your womb. You’re stuffed to the brim with both their loads, feeling exhausted and euphoric. 

Eren pulls out, cuddling up to your other side, kissing your forehead. Jean sets the vibrator aside, spooning you from the back. You relax in their arms, actually happy to be stuck in the middle of them for once.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Eren asks jokingly, “So…who won?”

“Obviously me,” Jean grins, kissing your neck.

You laugh, snuggling closer to the both of them. “I think I’m the real winner here.”

[bite-the-bloody-hand]

Knight Commander Zell

--Detail shots and Ephemera under the cut!--

It's taken two weeks, but he's D O N E!!!!

This was a huge challenge, and I'm so happy with it. I've wanted to do a custom portrait for a while, but my skills weren't quite caught up to my ambition. UNTIL NOW.

My goal was to reflect his multicultural heritage and well-traveled life while still keeping it close enough to the aesthetic of the in-game portraits. He was born and mostly raised in Hongli (sorta-kinda Mongolia) until moving to Ustalav (I like to make it sorta-kinda Czechia). In the background there's an Ovoo - a border marker normally found throughout Mongolia, Tibet, and surrounding areas. The mountains themselves are a little bit Altai, a little bit Orlicke.

His jewelry consists of hammered silver, turquoise, coral, carnelian, jade, and a little bit of amber, from a friend. The jewelry designs and embroidery I designed to try and pull from both backgrounds - thankfully both Czech and Mongolian artisans love tiny beads and horse-shaped things. The pouch is where he keeps his spindle; he keeps the spinning fleece tucked into his outer robe :3 He spins from the fold, btw, for those in the know:

Speaking of fleece, I love how the fleece on his robe came out:

Look at that. COZY.

As for Zell himself, decided one of his Dhampir tells would be ridges on the inside of his ears, like a fruit bat:

It pleases me greatly.

I decided to go with a wry expression because, well, I know what I'm about. I know that in my head, Sosiel is painting this portrait of his friend while Daeran is standing over his shoulder, making loud and goofy commentary about his future husband, who is down bad but trying so hard to keep a straight face for this portrait.

Anyway, it's time I take a little break before going in and adding the endgame, full Azata details (because of COURSE I'm doing a full Azata version.) and then I can rest up before... Perhaps... offering portraits of this type for commission.

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I had a fluffy request idea I hope you like.

Arthur helps a child's dream come true by making a pair of saddlebags with a big enough pouch for the child to ride in. He and the child test it out by going for a horse ride.

a ride to remember

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Arthur Morgan & Child! Reader

NOTE: I absolutely love this request! I hope you enjoy this just as much as I enjoyed writing!

SUMMARY: Arthur takes it upon himself to make your dream come true by crafting a custom set of saddlebags with a special pouch just big enough for you to ride in.

Arthur leaned back on a log, wiping the sweat from his brow as he eyed his handiwork with pride. Before him sat the finished product—custom-made saddlebags that had taken him days of trial and error to craft. The special thing about them wasn’t the usual storage pouches for supplies; no, this time, one of the pouches had been designed to be large and cushioned enough to hold something, or rather, someone—you.

It all started a week ago when you’d nervously approached him, tugging at his sleeve and looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. You’d been fascinated with horses ever since Arthur had first taken you along on a short ride, but being too small to ride on your own had left you disappointed. The request you’d made had been simple yet almost heartbreaking: “Arthur… do you think there’s a way you could make a saddlebag I can sit in? I wanna ride like you do.”

Arthur had been caught off guard at first, staring down at you with those big eyes of yours. The thought of someone trusting him enough to fulfill such an innocent dream warmed him in a way he didn’t expect. After all, he wasn’t used to being the kind of man who made dreams come true, but something about you made him want to try.

And now, here he was, days later, standing next to his horse with the specially-made saddlebag ready to go. Arthur glanced over at you, standing nearby, practically bouncing on your toes in excitement.

“Ready to test ‘em out, kiddo?” he asked with a grin, patting the horse’s flank.

Your face lit up like a lantern as you nodded eagerly. “Really? You’re really gonna let me ride today?!”

Arthur chuckled, reaching down to lift you up. “Course I am. Can’t let all that hard work go to waste, can I?” He settled you carefully into the cushioned pouch, making sure you were snug and comfortable. The leather had been softened just enough so it wouldn’t be rough against your skin, and there was even a small blanket tucked inside for extra comfort.

He gave the saddlebag a gentle shake. “How’s that feel? You good?”

You wiggled a bit, grinning ear to ear. “It’s perfect! It’s like a little nest!”

Arthur’s smile softened as he watched you, seeing just how happy you were. There was something about the innocence in your joy that made him feel a sense of pride he didn’t often get to experience. He mounted the horse, steadying the reins before glancing back over his shoulder. “Alright, hold on tight, now. Let’s take ‘er slow to start.”

With a soft click of his tongue, Arthur set the horse into a gentle trot, the familiar rhythm of hooves against dirt filling the air. The open plains stretched out ahead of you both, and you leaned out of the saddlebag, arms resting on the edge as you marveled at the world around you. Everything felt so much bigger up here, so full of life and adventure. You couldn’t help but giggle, the wind brushing through your hair.

“This is amazing, Arthur!” you called out, your laughter contagious.

Arthur glanced back with a grin. “Told ya it’d be worth it, didn’t I?”

The two of you rode through the hills, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting everything in a warm, golden light. Arthur made sure to keep the pace easy, letting you get the full experience of riding without ever pushing the horse too hard. Occasionally, he’d point out landmarks, telling stories of old trails and the folks he’d met along the way.

“And over there,” he said, gesturing to a distant patch of trees, “that’s where I once ran into a bear. Big fella, too. Almost had me for dinner, but I wasn’t about to let that happen.”

You gasped, eyes wide with awe. “You fought a bear?!”

Arthur chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t say fought—more like I ran real fast the other way. That’s the smarter thing to do sometimes.”

As the day stretched on, the horse ride became more than just an adventure. It was a bonding moment, a memory you’d both hold onto for years. You felt safe up there, tucked into your saddlebag, with Arthur’s presence right in front of you. He’d occasionally glance back, making sure you were still enjoying yourself, and every time, he’d see your bright smile, and that was enough to make all the effort worth it.

When the sun finally began to set, casting long shadows across the plains, Arthur slowed the horse to a stop by a small creek. He dismounted first, then gently lifted you out of the saddlebag, setting you down on the soft grass.

“So, how was it?” he asked, kneeling to your height as he looked you in the eye.

You didn’t even hesitate, throwing your arms around him in a big hug. “It was the best day ever!”

Arthur’s breath caught for a moment, surprised by the sudden embrace, but he soon softened, wrapping his arms around you in return. “I’m glad, kiddo. Real glad.”

As you pulled away, your eyes sparkled with excitement, already talking about the next ride, the next adventure. Arthur just smiled, standing up and ruffling your hair. “You just let me know when you’re ready. We’ll go again.”

The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink as the two of you headed back to camp, your little dream now fulfilled, thanks to the kindness of a man who’d come to care for you like family. Arthur glanced down at you once more, his heart lighter than it had been in a long time.

“Glad I could make that dream come true,” he muttered under his breath, though there was no doubt—you heard every word.