#euro tote paper bags

[gemsondisplay]

Introducing Glamour: Gems On Display’s New Euro Totes

Why Euro Totes?

Luxurious Design

Unparalleled Quality

Versatility

Customer Considerations

Experience the Glamour

Conclusion

Are you ready to elevate your packaging game? Gems On Display is thrilled to unveil our latest addition to our collection: Euro Totes. Crafted from luxurious metallic paper and featuring elegant rope handles, these Euro Totes are designed to make a statement.

Why Euro Totes?

Euro Totes are more than just bags; they’re a symbol of sophistication and style. Perfect for boutiques, jewelry stores, or any upscale establishment, these bags exude elegance and refinement.

Luxurious Design

Available in stunning silver and gold, our Euro Totes are sure to impress. The metallic finish adds a touch of glamour, while the rope handles provide both durability and chic appeal. Whether you’re packaging delicate jewelry, cosmetics, or upscale gifts, these bags will enhance the presentation and leave a lasting impression on your customers.

Unparalleled Quality

At Gems On Display, we believe in offering products of the highest quality. Our Euro Totes are no exception. Crafted with attention to detail and a commitment to excellence, these bags are sturdy enough to hold even the most precious items securely.

Versatility

While our Euro Totes are perfect for retail packaging, they also shine in other settings. From weddings and special events to corporate gifts and promotional giveaways, these bags are a versatile choice for any occasion. Add your logo or a personalized message to create a memorable branding experience.

Customer Considerations

While our Euro Totes are undeniably luxurious, we understand the importance of YOU. You and your needs are at the forefront of our minds. With this in mind, these bags have amazing features that make your job easier. These features include available custom printing, double reinforced bag bottoms, and sleek rope handles.

Experience the Glamour

Ready to elevate your packaging experience? Discover the allure of our Euro Totes and add a touch of glamour to your brand. Contact Gems On Display today to place your order or request a sample. With our commitment to quality and customer satisfaction, we’re here to help you shine.

Conclusion

With their metallic finish, rope handles, and luxurious design, Gems On Display’s Euro Totes are the epitome of style and sophistication. Whether you’re showcasing jewelry, cosmetics, or upscale gifts, these bags are sure to make a statement. Elevate your packaging game and experience the glamour today!

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Euro Tote Bags

Euro Tote Bags are a premium shopping bag option. The difference between Euro Tote Bags and traditional shopping bag lies in the material used and the reinforcements enhanced in the bottom and handle. It is a high-quality shopping bags that can be used for many times, even with heavier product in. Euro Tote Bags are preferred choice for luxury brands, gift shops, salon and spas and specialty stores. Euro Tote Bags are usually made of Solid Bleached Sulfate (SBS).

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Paper Bags Mall Wholesale Custom Printed Euro Tote Shopping Bags

Quality shopping bags are not only as carrier bags to convey small objects safely,but also as promotional tool to represent business and products the best. When you are looking for quality shopping bags,you can choose euro tote bags.

Euro tote bags are great as premium shopping bags.The advantage of euro tote bags is that euro tote bags are easy to be customized coming in any size with custom printing for branding.

Custom printed euro tote shopping bags are the ultimate luxury shopping bag option for retailers, resorts, spas, and special events. There are numerous options available for complete customization of euro tote bags including hot-stamping, four color process printing, spot printing, and your choice of special finishes, lamination, and handle options. Euro tote shopping bags are made with extremely heavyweight luxury paper stock and include reinforced bottom boards and turn tops for durability and longevity. Customized euro tote bags can be custom printed inside and out, with several options for special finishes and lamination to add a unique finishing touch. The bags start out as paper sheets that are printed on modern, offset printing presses that allow for sophisticated graphics. Bags can be printed with multiple colors on all sides, including the interior if desired. You can also add specialty finishes like UV spot printing, hot-stamping, and embossing.  You can choose matt or glossy lamination to cover the entire printed paper for a more visual affect. Laminating on custom printed euro totes also adds strength to the paper and prevents dark colored, heaving ink coverage bags from showing cracking at the folds. One of the benefits of custom euro tote bags is being able to customize your handles. You can choose from various materials including polypropylene braided rope, cotton, twill, leather, and even custom printed ribbon handles.it is easy to create quality euro tote bags with special handle. Fully customized euro tote bags require an investment in your business and a commitment to your brand image. These ultra-luxurious shopping bags require high standard to print and  produce carefully. When you are looking for quality euro tote shopping bags. Is the perfect place! Our consultants and graphics department will ensure that your euro totes meet your exact specifications and design for your marketing campaign. If you are limited by quantity, lead times, or other requirements, our semi-custom printing program may be the perfect solution. With this program you can choose from a variety of sizes, styles, and colors of euro tote shopping bags to be custom printed using foil hot-stamping, ink printing, or digital printing. Customers will notice the high-quality look and feel of your custom euro tote bags when they carry them out of the store. These bags provide a high-end look while providing premier strength and durability. Euro totes can be reused many times by the end user to ensure that your investment provides further marketing reach for your brand. A branded shopping bag can be a fashion statement, a status symbol, and a social media trend, making them much more valuable than just being a vessel for purchased items. For environmentally conscious businesses, euro tote bags can be made with recycled materials and can be made recyclable at your request. These bags meet most local environmental ordinances and can be classified as a reusable bag. Because these high-quality bags provide longevity, they are less likely to be thrown away by the end user. When you are looking for custom printing euro tote bags, euro tote shopping bags, You can find a good paper bags manufacturer.

Paper Bags Mall is reputable manufacturer of paper bags, Paper Bags Mall specialize in manufacturing euro tote paper bags, custom printed euro tote bags,custom printed euro tote shopping bags.

Paper Bags Mall can print custom design on euro tote bags, and Paper Bags Mall offer wide range of paper and handle to create personalized euro tote bags with your custom printing. high quality, cheap price and fast turn around are the advantages to buy custom printed euro tote bags.

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Custom Printed Euro Tote Shopping Bags With Rope Handle.

This is laminated euro tote shopping bag, this bag is made of 200g art paper with matt lamination, three colors printing,100% ink coverage flood entire bag, rope handle knotted at turn top of bag with reinforced paper board.

As euro style bag, this bag is made of heavyweight laminated coated paper, and it has turn top with reinforced paper board at top and bottom, so bag’s construction is very strong and durable,it is the reason why euro tote bag can be used as premium shopping bags.

Meanwhile coated paper has the best printing result, great to display business logo and information,bring more colorful and stylish feeling into bag,so euro tote shopping bags are not only  as durable upscale shopping bags, but also as promotional tool to advertise business in elegant way.

This bag is made by Paper Bags Mall

If you need euro tote shopping bag, please contact with Paper Bags Mall

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Custom Printed Euro Tote Bags With Die Cut Handle

This is custom printed euro tote bag, it is made of 200g art paper, with matt lamination, cmyk full color printing, die cut handle at turn top of bag with reinforced paper board.

Die cut handle is popular handle for euro tote bag. usually die cut handle is punched by plate on turn top of bag, the shape of die cut handle is made by plate, so die cut handle is available any shape. meanwhile die cut handle need heavyweight paper board to add its strength, it means all paper bags with die cut handle have strong construction.

This custom printed euro tote bag is made by Paper Bags Direct.

Paper Bags Direct is specialist of paper bags, Paper Bags Direct can manufacturer quality euro tote bags according customer’s design, Paper Bags Direct also can offer free design service to help customers to create art work. Paper Bags Direct offer wide range of paper,handle to construct euro tote bag,

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The Bags

Mito Design

Page One Publ.Private Ltd, Singapore 2007, 345 pages, 12.7 x3.18 x 16.51 cm,  ISBN  9789812453365

euro 12,50

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An essential accessory, bags have the dual purpose of looking cool and serving an important function in daily life. They must be fashionable yet utilitarian. This inspiring showcase of hundreds of the worlds best up and coming designers shares the newest, most innovative and exciting approaches to the handbag. The Bags is sure to inspire designers, and fashionistas alike with a huge variety and forms and functions featuring everything from shoulder bags, backpacks, clutches, totes, travel bags, duffels bags, fanny packs, messenger bags, slings for men women and even infants. Constructed from the freshest materials and designs utilizing fabric, paper, plastic, rubber, leather and more that has been silk screened, grommetted, appliqud, knitted and ruched to great effect. Included is an entire section on paper shopping bags used to hold consumer purchases. With examples from noted companies and designers Freitag, Musa Collective, Via Grafik, Glitschka Studios, Vaho works and many more.

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[war-sword]

what can i get you? (3)

part 3 | index | masterlist

draco x female reader [muggle AU, slightly aged-up]

summary: One handsome Draco Malfoy is the only boy you trust at your new job to tie your ties. words: 3,196 a/n: thanks y’all for supporting & enjoying this lil self-indulgent moment of mine! ♡ playlist: here taglist:  @clockworkherondale @accio-rogers @mayorofzillyhoo @diademofdraco @drawlfoy @ladybuginthetardis @silversslytherin @lushlavenderskies @socontagiousimagines @acciodracoo @eltanin-malfoy @maceyisntcool @newhopenessie​ @hp-slaps

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On Saturday morning, you wake up to a horrible sensation at the back of your mouth. You get out of bed and chug a glass of water, but your throat still feels as dry as a piece of paper. You think about texting Gabrielle and asking for the day off,  but remember how you need the money… that, and you’d been snapchatting Draco all week and knew he would be there tonight. It’s only just past nine, you can rest all day and save your energy for work later.

You nap on and off, nursing a glass of water and a couple bowls of hot cereal. You don’t feel bad otherwise, and by midday your throat is actually feeling a bit better. Around 4 you get ready for work, and decide you can walk. You’re lucky Gabrielle scheduled you so close to your flat, some fresh air will probably do you some good. The crisp fall air helps you feel refreshed, and you make your way around to the back door of the event space at exactly 4:30. 

As you walk towards the kitchen to put your bag down, you see the catering truck pull into the alleyway. Even so, you’re not the first person there. Draco is sitting in the kitchen on his phone, eating a container of takeout.

“Hey, Y/N.” He looks up when you walk in. “I like your hair.”

Your fingers reach up to touch your meticulously mussed bun. “Thanks.”

He reacts immediately to your raspy voice. “You haven’t got the lurgy, have you?” He asks, giving you a wary look.

“Just a sore throat,” you assure him, boosting yourself up onto the counter. “Maybe allergies or something.”

Draco still looks skeptical, and you just roll your eyes. “I don’t have the lurgy, thanks. If I thought I was contagious, I wouldn’t be here to serve people food.” 

“Good thing you’re not on kitchen,” he points out, closing his now empty container. 

“C’mon, the truck just pulled up,” you say, sliding off the counter.

Draco follows you out to the back, where the truck is backed up to the loading dock. Everyone else starts to trickle in as you help Michael, Gabrielle’s husband who she owns the business with, unload. Racks of plastic covered food go to the kitchen, bins of dishware and glasses stay in the back room. Theo is there, and so are Astoria and her sister Daphne, but Pansy is nowhere to be seen. This will be your first time working without her, so you open your phone to send her a Snapchat as the boys grab the last few things off the truck. You snap a photo of you giving a thumbs down captioned “can’t believe we’re separated”.

Michael puts Theo and one other boy you haven’t worked with before in the kitchen with Draco, and sends the girls off to set the tables. The event space is an open industrial-looking room, with a dance floor and lots of tables draped in pale blue and yellow. Signs across the room say “LIA”, and at first you wonder if it’s an acronym for something.

“Do you know what kind of party this is?” You ask Astoria while you set out forks.

“I think a mitzvah,” she responds. “That’s Mary Anne, the event planner over there. We’ve worked lots of mitzvahs for her in the past.”

“Oh, cool.” You look around at the space in a new light. These people certainly are spending a lot of money of their daughter’s bat mitzvah. 

You finish setting the tables and filling the glasses with water. There’s multiple food stations set up along one wall of the room for the adults, and the other for kids. You all join Michael in the back room for a quick meeting. 

“We’re limited in buffet space, so around ten we’re going to flip the pasta station for dessert. The family is going to have a long horah, so that'll be our best chance to bus all the dishes and silverware before we set that out.” Michael explains. “We’ll set up bussing back here so we can load while the party is still happening. If you’re working the floor, go ahead and get changed.”

Astoria and Daphne grab their uniforms and disappear off towards the bathroom together. You think about following them out, but realize it’s only you and Draco in the back room now. Last weekend comes back into your mind. He’s in the other corner of the room, not even looking at you as he pulls on his own dress shirt. Fuck it. 

You turn your back and strip your t-shirt off, slipping into the stiff fabric of your dress shirt. You do up the buttons on the front before turning around. Draco’s staring at you, now fully dressed. He’s got his arms crossed and is observing you with a smirk on his face while you button your cuffs. 

“What?” You taunt.

He just beckons you over with a single finger. 

You cross the room seemingly too fast and find yourself just inches away from his chest, looking up into his grey eyes. The slight blue tinge in them is set off by his sky-blue tie. Draco slips the silky strip of fabric from between the fingers in your outstretched hand, looping it around your neck and pulling you just slightly closer.

Oh.

You can feel his eyes on you as he does your tie, while you pretend not to notice and busy yourself with buttoning your cuffs again. He takes his time tightening it against your throat, the tips of his fingers brushing against your skin. 

“Do you always forget this button on purpose?” He dips a finger into the collar of your shirt to fish out the button to fasten it. You look up at him as he concentrates.

“No,” you lie.

Draco finishes with your tie and takes a moment to study your face. His captivating eyes burn with something unsaid. “Let’s get out to the floor.”

Michael puts you behind a table on the side of the room, in charge of making overdressed twelve-year-olds Shirley Temples. Your coworkers mill among them, passing appetizers of miniature soft pretzels and mac ‘n cheese bites. It feels strange to be serving and treating such young children like adults, who are all across the room sipping real cocktails and having normal horderves. The nice thing about your standing station is that you can sip water to soothe your throat, and check your phone for messages from Pansy. After about two hours, Draco comes over to check on you.

“How are you feeling?”

You shrug, snatching the last pretzel off his tray. “It’s not any better, but I’m fine.”

“Wanna switch? We’re starting bussing, you can sit in the back and scrape plates if you want to sit down.” 

You’d be fine to keep standing, but sitting and taking a break from the loud music does sound nice.

“Sure, thanks.”

You take his tray from him and head to the back. You sit on the tables that had been set up, and scrape plates into the giant trash can and put them into their designated bins. MIchael comes into the back and enlists you to help set out the desserts. You pass Theo, carrying a large tray of squash ravioli, as you head to the floor. “Don’t put it away just yet, I want some!” 

“Gotcha,” he acknowledges, before toting it into the kitchen.

You help Michael and Astoria carefully arrange brownies and waffles covering in chocolate and sprinkles on sticks on what was once the pasta table. The children all gather at a safe distance, waiting for you to finish. As soon as the three of you step away, there is a slightly terrifying primary-schooler stampede.  

Michael makes eye contact with you and looks disgusted. “I’m never having children.”

You and Astoria burst out laughing and you all head to the back. As promised, Theo has left the extra pasta out for you, and you pack your takeout container with ravioli and roasted vegetables. Michael finds a tray of waffles that didn’t make it out, and after swearing a little decides there’s no way he’s going back out there and lets you all eat them. Draco is still out on the floor, and you go out to relay the information of the waffles. 

“We can switch again,” you say, but your tired voice doesn’t carry over the music. 

He leans a little closer. “What?”

You repeat what you said before and add the part about the waffles. Your throat is killing you, and you make yourself a new cup of water. Draco looks at you sympathetically, and heads back to the kitchen. 

At eleven, it’s time to break down. Guests are finally leaving, and you bring your leftover sodas and mixers from your station to the back along with your trash. Michael sends Astoria and Daphne to check the floor one last time while the rest of you change and pack the truck. They return with a few stray silverware pieces and the event planner trailing behind, who hands you each an envelope with forty extra euros in cash inside. 

You pretend to busy yourself with putting your tips in your wallet, but in reality you’re just buying a few extra seconds so you can shamelessly watch Draco slip back into his jumper and ruffle his hair. It still doesn’t make sense to you that he can look so good under the unflattering fluorescent lights, and you’re too busy contemplating his hair to look away when he catches you staring. 

Instead of a teasing quip, he asks, “Still not feeling any better?”

“Honestly? My throat feels like shit right now.”

He waves a hand in the direction of the door. “Come, lets go get tea.”

He’s already walking, and you have no choice but to follow. “Draco, you know I can just go home, I have tea in my own apartment.”

“Oh, come on now,” he says, turning around and walking backwards. “Where’s the fun in that? Let me buy you a tea.”

You roll your eyes, but then jog a few steps to catch up with him. “Would you mind dropping me off at my flat after? I walked here.”

“You walked to work? While sick?” He looks down at you, shocked.

“Uh, yes?”

“You are crazy.” He leads the way to a parking deck around the corner from the venue, and up the stairs to the level his car is parked at. Draco pulls out his keys and clicks the button on the fob and you see lights flash up ahead, but when you catch sight of the blue and white checkers you almost stop in your tracks. “...You do not drive a BMW. This is not you car.”

Draco pauses, hand on the driver’s side door. His face crumbles as he struggles to contain a massive grin, and he just bites his lip and gets in the car.

“No!” you yell as loudly as you’re able, heading for the passengers side and sticking your head into the car. “No! Draco, I thought you were a student! How the fuck can you have a car like this and work as a server for a catering company.”

The luxurious car lights up as he puts in the keys. “Um… that’s for me to know, and you to never know, how about that?”

“Bloody hell,” you mutter, slipping into the car. The leather seats are like butter beneath you. 

I can’t believe this, he’s one of those rich boys. I have a crush on a rich boy. You shake your head in disbelief and buckle your seat belt. Post Malone starts to play over the speakers.

Draco does the thing where he puts his hand on your headrest as he turns to look out the rear window while backing up. How can boys make such normal things so hot? His eyes momentarily flick to you and he catches you watching him. You both let slip tiny smiles.

“Let’s go fast,” Draco says, putting the car into drive.

“What? Draco, we’re in a parking deck- AH!” You screech as he floors the car for a second and you speed down the aisle, and he laughs. He takes the turn down the ramp fast, too, and you grab onto the handle above the door. “DRACO STOP!” But you know your high-pitched screams are just encouraging him, his deep boyish laugh filling the car. 

Once you’re on the road, you take in the lights of London as you drive, enjoying the cozy interior of Draco’s car and it’s wonderful sound system. It feels slightly wrong to pull into a curbside parking space outside Balans. 

“Looks busy,” you muse, peering through the window.

“I’ll bring it back here. What do you want?”

“Green is fine.”

“Make sure no one steals my car, please,” he says as he opens the door and slips out. 

You watch him go around the back of the car and make sure he’s inside the cafe before you cover your face with your hands and rest your head on the dashboard. You let out a long, close-mouthed screech. I. Cannot. Believe. This is happening. “The one time be decides to take me out I’m sick… BECAUSE I’m sick,” you say out loud to yourself. “Stupid fucking thoughtful, cute boys.”

Draco returns with your teas after a short while, and you relish the warmth radiating from the cardboard cup. “I had them put honey in it,” he says.

Your chest does that stupid thing where it feels like your lungs stop working. “Thank you. How much…” but you trail off when you catch sight of his calculating look.

“Y/N, a tea is like two quid. You don’t have to pay me back,” he says with a chuckle, taking the lid off his cup and blowing on his drink.

“Yeah, yeah, I realized that as I remembered we’re sitting in a series 5.”

Draco snorts into his cup. He sets it down for a moment in the cup holder and kicks off his shoes, turning in the seat so he can face you. “I know, it’s embarrassing,” he says, picking his tea up again.

You remove your shoes and mimic him, wiggling your toes in your socks. “Okay, seriously though. Now I need to know the reason you work at a bloody catering company.” You sip your tea, enjoying the relief it brings your sore throat. A sprinkle starts outside, dotting the glass of the car with water like glitter.

“My mum always told me everyone should have experience working in service,” he says. “Also, it’s stupid to go your entire student life without any work experience.”

You nod. “Okay, fair, fair.”

“Why are you working at a catering company?” He counters.

“Because I have a flat to pay rent for,” you snort. “And it pays better than working at a place like this.” You job your thumb behind you at Balans.

“Mmm, do you have flatmates?”

You shake your head no. 

“Double edged blade,” he says, sipping his tea. “No help but at least you’re alone.”

“Yeah. And it’s better than living on campus.” You pretend to gag. “I did that first year, and never wanted to again.”

Draco wrinkles his nose in understanding. “I agree. Where do you study? I guess not too far, since your flat is nearby.”

“Bernel. You?”

“Kings College,” he answers. “Pansy, too. Did she tell you that?”

“No, actually. So do you know each other from school or work?”

“She’s a family friend, actually.” He says. “Theo had the job first. He told Pansy, Pansy told me. My ex used to work with us too, but he quit a while back.”

You can’t help but stiffen a little at the word ‘he’. Oh no. This boy could not be gay. You’d been so sure he’d been flirting with you all this time! All those moments, all you texting and talking on Snapchat...

Draco seemed to sense your sudden energy shift. “I’m bisexual,” he expands.

“Oh,” you breathe a sigh of relief.

“What were you thinking?”

“Nothing. Nothing bad! It’s just... good to know you like girls.”

“It is?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Why?”

“No reason.” You busy yourself with examining the stitching on the car seats, but you can feel his gaze burning into the side of your head. You look over, and he has the most disgusting smirk on his face.

Oh, he knows alright.

“Do you want to hang out?” He asks, leaning towards you. “Outside of work.”

“Then what are we doing right now?” You peek over the lip of your cup at him.

He pauses, then practically purrs, “I think I’d prefer it if you weren’t sick.” 

A tingly sensation spreads throughout your body, this time not from the tea. You’d never wished to be well more in your entire life. “Well, believe me when I say I’ll let you know as soon as I’m lurgy-free.” 

“Good.”

You and Draco talk until the rain is coming down hard, and Balans goes dark at midnight. He starts the engine again and follows your directions back to your flat. By then, your voice is starting to go, leaving you speaking a good two octaves lower than normal.

“Sorry, I keep making you talk,” Draco says as he pulls up across from your building.

You gather your bag from the floor and push your shoes back on. “And scream for my life.”

“Hey, but you have a sexy sick voice.”

You squeeze your eyes shut bite your lip to keep from making another involuntary screech. “See you later, Draco.”

“Get well soon.”

You close the door of his car and leap across the sidewalk under the awning of your door, when your heart skips a beat and sends you flying back to the passenger side. “DRACO!”

“What?” He looks at you slightly alarmed as you start to get soaked by the rain.

“I forgot to clock out!” You cry.

His face goes from blank back to alarmed. “Fuck, so did I!”

You can’t help but start laughing, and he shoos you towards your apartment again. “It’ll be fine, just text Gabrielle. Please go inside!”

Rain is rolling down your face and into your eyes. Instead of turning back around, your dive back inside the car. Your knees dig into the passenger seat and you lean across the center console, one of your hands making contact with the glass of the window behind Draco’s head. Because of the awkward angle, your foreheads collide a little more forcefully than you anticipated, but the feeling of his warm lips against yours is worth it. You pull away and relish the look of surprise on his face. 

“Have fun being sick,” you say with a grin. You slide back out of the car and slam the door.

You run up the stairs into your flat and close the door, leaning back against it. Strands of wet hair are plastered all across your face, but you’ve never felt happier. Inside your pocket, your phone buzzes.

Draco Malfoy is typing…

Snapchat from Draco Malfoy

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Predilections (NSFW Sigrold)

Summary: It's Thursday night, which means it's time for Siebren and Harold's weekly 'bedroom activities'. But it's different this time. Back on Earth, they've got access to a few more toys, and Harold's eager to have Siebren try them out on him.

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If someone were to ask Siebren de Kuiper what his plans were for the night, he’d say he had no idea. And this was true, because he had made no concrete plans at all, because he already had a schedule of events in place. He was going to read a few journal articles on Schwarzschild black hole metrics, make himself some lentil soup for dinner, have a shower, and go to sleep. Like every professor, his life was carefully structured, with any plans set out ahead of time on his calendar. That night, there was nothing. It was just going to be a typical night at home. Just him, the soothing melodies of the Omnic pianist Virtuose, and his research.

The presence of Harold Winston at his front door was just the first of many spanners in the works.

Harold’s cheeks and nose were red from the frost, his body bundled up into an excessive amount of sweaters and coats. In his gloved hand was a rather large but cheap tote bag made of canvas. Harold’s smile is always warm, but when they’re alone, there’s always a hint of mischief.

His smile only widens when he sees Siebren’s confusion.

“What are you doing here?” Siebren asked.

“Didn’t we say we were going to meet today?”

“Today is Wednesday.”

Harold’s brows furrowed. “It’s Thursday, Siebren. Date night?”

Siebren paused, fumbled around his pockets to retrieve his phone, and checked the calendar. It’s indeed Thursday, which meant that this was Thursday night. And every Thursday night on the dot, he had only one thing on his calendar. Make love to Dr. Harold Winston.

It had become a schedule for him and Harold to make love on Thursdays, not necessarily because Thursday nights were one of the few nights in which they’re definitely free, but because their sexual desires seem to awaken on a weekly basis, peeking on Thursdays for some inexplicable reason. But that was back on Horizon One, and their schedules back on Earth were a bit different now while they’re on vacation. Siebren had offered his apartment to Harold when they both touched down in The Hague, but Lucheng Interstellar had already gifted Harold an expense-free hotel room near the city center.

Now that Siebren knew what the day held, he felt the sparks of desire flicker in his chest. His mind was a mess, his thoughts flying from Pavlov’s theory of classical conditioning to the frigid chill coming from outside to Harold’s bedroom eyes, gazing intently at his lips.

“You’re still up for tonight, are you, Siebren?” Harold asked.

A daring little smirk peeked from Siebren’s lips, returning Harold’s stare with a smoldering gaze. “I don’t know,” Siebren purred. “Why don’t you come on in and find out?”

Harold’s smile widened just a fraction as he crossed the threshold. Siebren closed the front door behind him, watching and waiting as Harold removed his coat and jacket and hung it carefully on Siebren’s coat hanger. Harold turned around, and without a word, he closed the distance between their two bodies, grabbed Siebren’s face with both hands and gave a long, passionate kiss.

It was far too easy to submit to Harold’s kiss. He was precise with his words and lethal with his tongue. He knew all the right places to attack to make Siebren weak and wanting. A flick of the tongue up to the roof of his mouth, then the vibrations of a soft moan, then his tongue caressed Siebren’s in a playful jab. It’s totally unprecedented, and the fact it caught him by surprise made the pleasure all the more potent.

Harold was breathless at the end of it, smiling ever so seductively. He was observing him, gauging him like he would gauge the gorillas back on Horizon One in order to determine if they were fit and willing for treatment. Siebren’s sure the experiment Harold had in mind right now was of a far different nature, if the flames in his eyes said anything.

Harold’s hand was on Siebren’s chest, fingertips tracing over the rough material of his sweater. “Do you have anywhere you need to be tonight?”

“N-no,” Siebren shivered.

“Tomorrow morning?”

Siebren smirked knowingly. “What do you have in mind?”

“It depends on what you feel like doing tonight. We can do what we normally do,” Harold suddenly put his hand down to open the tote bag, “or you can indulge me in something a bit…kinkier.”

Siebren’s eyes widened as he glanced at the contents of the bag, which revealed themselves to be sex toys of various makes and description. Some of them looked innocent enough, like the pair of fluffy handcuffs, but others were a lot more risqué, like the fleshlight toward the side. And then there were a few other things that were a complete mystery to him, especially the piece of fabric folded at the bottom.

“You came here with all this in your bag? On public transport?” Siebren asked incredulously.

“We don’t have to use them, Siebren. I don’t want to do this if you’re not going to be into it.” Harold blushed brightly. “I’ll be happy with anything, just as long as it’s you.”

Siebren knew enough about Harold’s predilections to know that Harold meant it sincerely. He’s made it clear in the past that he liked a bit of experimentation in the bedroom, and that he was a firm believer of giving as much as he received. If Siebren wasn’t comfortable or ready for what Harold had in mind, he was more than happy to go with what Siebren wanted.

Siebren glanced at his computer, still on the physics database. His empty soup bowl sat still on his kitchen table. Harold was staring at him with the intensity of a black hole, waiting for the both of them to push past the event horizon and get sucked in to a place where time and space were no longer linear.

Siebren suddenly smirked as he tugged Harold forward by the collar of his turtleneck, pulling him to his lone bedroom. He didn’t turn his head to see how Harold reacted, but he heard a barely repressed giggle of excitement from behind and he figured he must have done something right. If he was being totally honest to himself, he was also excited.

He flicked the lights on with one hand, still holding Harold’s collar in the other. His bedroom was a mess, papers strewn over his desk, his bed unmade, but the curtains were closed and his pile of dirty clothes was localized to one corner near his wardrobe and Harold was nearby, here for him to touch and taste as he pleased. He pulled Harold in for a searing open-mouthed kiss before pushing him onto the bed. Harold was overeager, stripping Siebren’s turtleneck sweater far too quickly, discarding it on the bed. Before he can lift the shirt off, Siebren placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Strip,” Siebren commanded. “Slowly.”

Harold’s eyes flickered with fire, and then he nodded. Carefully, he took the glasses off his face and placed them by his side. Smiling in approval, Siebren let his hand drift away, taking a step back from the bed to watch. Harold slid his hands down his chest and stomach, resting on the edge of his sweater. He slid it up, pulling it up and over his shoulders, flinging it off. He must have just realized that Siebren was watching, because his cheeks flushed all of a sudden, a nervous smile spreading over his face.

Siebren loved it when Harold stripped for him. It’s when Harold was at his most vulnerable, when the haze of lust hadn’t yet overcome his sensibilities. Siebren loved the soft gasp that escaped Harold’s lips when Siebren began to touch himself, palming his half-hard dick over his pants, giving Harold a taste of what to come. There was something so erotic about the shake of Harold’s hands, the silent reprimanding he’d give himself as he forced himself to slow down, to move at a slower, more seductive tempo.

When Harold got the rhythm right, it was intoxicating. When Harold stared at him with the tiniest flutter of his eyelids, it was maddening. He slipped the shoes off his feet and slid his pants down one leg at a time. He pulled his legs up closer to his chest as he finally, achingly, pulled his boxers down.

Siebren’s finger reached for his own sweater, ready to give Harold a show of his own, but there’s a call for him to wait. “Stay clothed,” Harold said, eyes flicking down to Siebren’s bulge. “It’ll be sexier that way.”

Siebren raised his eyebrows, smiling softly. “You know, you never told me what you want me to do to you.”

“I think I’ll let you make that decision.” It was a dare, edging him to be creative.

Siebren flipped the bag open and retrieved the items one by one. As he correctly guessed, it included a fleshlight and a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, which, funnily enough, still had the price tag on it. He ripped it away and peered at the remaining contents. Harold had also brought lube and condoms—an unnecessary action because they both knew Siebren had plenty in his bedroom drawer, but it was still appreciated. Then there was the final item that Siebren couldn’t identify.

He held it up in the light, unfurling it for the both of them to see. It was a long, rectangular piece of black cotton fabric. Harold licked his lips anxiously. It seemed this item in particular was the one Harold desired the most.

“A blindfold?”

Harold grinned. “Thought it’d be a nice little touch.”

“You barely can see as it is. What difference will this do?”

“Hopefully there will be some difference. Otherwise I wasted 2 euro on it.” Harold’s hand slowly crept down his chest, pumping his dick slowly. “Maybe you can make it worth the price tag.”

Siebren knew Harold was teasing him, but seeing Harold touch himself like that made his breathing stop for just a second. Siebren sat down on the edge of the bed and roughly pulled Harold onto his lap, smirking as Harold gasped into his neck. Harold rocked his hips slowly, his erection pressing into Siebren’s belt, staining his shirt. The friction was light, dulled by the fabric of his pants, but it was maddening. He could only imagine how much more intense it must be for Harold, naked and wanting, uninhibited by stubborn clothes.

Siebren leaned forward so his lips grazed over the shell of Harold’s ear. “Is that a challenge?”

Harold chuckled lightly, a little flighty thing that fluttered in his chest. “What if it was?”

“Then I’d have to show you what happens when you challenge me.”

Siebren nibbled lightly on Harold’s ears, teeth tugging on his earlobes with the utmost care. His lips flowed down Harold’s neck, a trail of kisses left in his wake. His fingers pressed firmly on the compliant flesh, one hand wrapped around Harold’s back while the other rested on Harold’s thigh, forcing him to stay still.

Harold grunted in light frustration as he tried to rock his hips once more, to no avail. Siebren’s hand is firm, his fingers tapping rhythmically at his inner thigh.

Harold’s eyelids fluttered. “Come on, bǎobèi.”

“Now, now,” Siebren laughed, licking a slow stripe down Harold’s clavicle. “You can be patient, can’t you?”

Harold groaned. Siebren chuckled into Harold’s skin as his hand wrapped around Harold’s half-hard member, stroking it slowly.

It was beautiful how Harold reacted, head tilted to the stars, mouth agape, a low groan spilling from his lips. He couldn’t count how many times they have been intimate together like this, but it never got old seeing Harold like this, skin slick with sweat, eyes dazzling with the heat of a solar flare. Siebren could feel his own erection growing, tenting his pants, a dark flush creeping up his cheeks. Any other night he would lean his head down into Harold’s lap, nose brushing over Harold’s cock as he devoured his entire length, but tonight was about Harold’s desires, Harold’s fantasies. There were plenty of opportunities to do that later.

The hand stroking Harold’s cock went lower, swiping a thumb over Harold’s puckered hole. His eyes widen slightly when he felt a distinct wetness on his fingertips. The unmistakable texture of lube.

Siebren smirked at Harold, masking a microscopic shiver. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“If I let you do it, it’ll take us all night, wouldn’t it?” Harold smiled knowingly.

Siebren pressed his thumb in to the first knuckle, making Harold moan softly. He can’t deny that there was something undeniably erotic about Harold preparing himself for tonight. He wondered whether Harold used only his fingers or if he used toys to better open himself up. The slide of his thumb was almost too easy. He could feel his brain overheat as he imagined Harold work himself with a dildo as he thought about the ways Siebren could have him, moaning Siebren’s name so eagerly.

Siebren took his thumb out and pressed it to his bottom lip, dragging it down to give Harold a glimpse of his long, thick tongue. It was supposed to be a seduction move, but his eyes widen in surprise. The flavor is not at all what he expected. “Which one is this one?”

“Stroopwafel.”

Siebren stared at Harold.

“Don’t look at me like that. The store I went to get all these things had some pretty weird flavors,” Harold blushed. “Did you know there’s gravy flavoured lube? I’m not even kidding when I say this was the least weird flavor.”

Siebren made a mental note to tease Harold about stroopwafel flavoured lube at a later date. Right now, however, he scraped a bit more of the excess lube with two fingers and pressed them onto Harold’s lips. Harold took them into his mouth eagerly, his tongue swirling over his fingers before dipping into the sensitive webbing.

Siebren sucked in a breath. It was getting harder not to moan. Harold was so good with his tongue, and they both knew it. “Think of me when you prepared yourself?”

“No, I was thinking of the Eiffel tower.” He pressed a kiss to the center of Siebren’s palm. “Of course I was thinking about you.”

“Thinking about what we will do tonight?” Siebren licked his lips.

“I was thinking about how old you’ve gotten,” Harold teased, “but tonight’s activities certainly sprung to mind.”

Siebren can’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. He nipped lightly on the sensitive flesh on Harold’s neck. “You know, for someone who gobbles romantic literature by the dozen, you sure don’t know how to be romantic.”

Harold giggled, cupping Siebren’s face in his two hands. “I love you too, Siebren.”

It’s those final words that ignite the fire inside Siebren. His hand went up to Harold’s chin, capturing his lips in his own.

Their heads tilted as their open mouths met, hot and wet. Tongues explored the cavern of each other’s mouths. Siebren knew all the places that Harold liked, his tongue pushing into his throat before flicking upward, the tip grazing over the roof of Harold’s mouth. Harold’s moan rumbled deep into Siebren’s throat, making him shiver.

His hands reached for the fuzzy handcuffs and tugged at the chain experimentally. He watched as Harold’s eyes flicker down, his tongue dragging a slow trail over his lips.

“Turn around,” Siebren breathed.

Obediently, Harold sat himself up and faced away from Siebren, leaning forward. He pressed his hands on his back, wrists together. Siebren smirked. Harold must be eager if he didn’t feel like playing games. He set the handcuffs on Harold’s wrists and turned the lock, pocketing the key in his pants.

Harold tugged experimentally at his bonds. They held strong, clattering metallically over his wrists. A microscopic shiver ran all the way down his back. Smiling to himself, Siebren felt for the black fabric of the blind fold and pressed the material to Harold’s eyes. He gasped in delight as Siebren tied it up into a tight knot, carefully checking to see it was not too tight or too loose.

Siebren put his hand in front of Harold’s face. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

After a few seconds, Harold answered, “Three?”

“One,” he smirked.

Harold huffed. “I hope it wasn’t the middle finger. I actually want some fucking to occur.”

Siebren chuckled lightly, watching as Harold tried to rock his hips to no avail. Without his hands to steady him, his attempts were shallow. Siebren stared at Harold’s back, twinkling with spots and moles. It was then that Siebren understood the appeal of the handcuffs. Harold couldn’t touch him, but more than that he couldn’t stop him. With the turn of a key, Harold gave all the power away to Siebren. He can touch and lick and kiss Harold as much as he liked. He could be as gentle or as rough as he wanted. He could enact his darkest fantasies and only the safeword could save Harold now.

Siebren smiled to himself as he placed a warm hand on Harold's hip. It was a good thing he was a gentle lover.

Seizing his opportunity, Siebren pressed light kisses on the moles dotting Harold’s back before sliding up, sucking on Harold’s shoulder until it bloomed rouge. Harold’s breathing hitched as he shivered, but he was otherwise quiet. Siebren made a few more hickeys on Harold’s shoulder and neck. They should be easily covered by a turtleneck, but there was no denying the dark thrill of knowing this will last beyond the morning, a signature left on willing flesh. He wondered if Harold will ever see them in the morning and be reminded of tonight? Will his fingers brush over the bruised flesh with tender care? Will he fantasise about tonight like Siebren had fantasised about their previous nights together?

Siebren let his lips drift away, waiting for his own breathing to calm. Images of him ravaging Harold into a complete wreck filter in his mind, tempting him. Harold was still in his lap, still and patient, hands clasped behind his back. An image of propriety in any other situation, in the realms of the bedroom it spoke silent words of Harold’s own desire.

“You want this,” Siebren breathed.

“And you don’t?” Siebren could practically hear the smirk in Harold’s voice.

“Of course I do, my love, but I want to hear you say it.” He sent a flurry of kisses down Harold’s spine. “I’m not as imaginative as you. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me what you desire.”

Harold shivered, fingers twitching in his bound wrists. His head ducked down to his chest as his body blushed. “I…I want you to keep on kissing me there.”

Smiling, Siebren let his lips continue their feverish journey across Harold’s back. His lips curled into a smile on Harold’s skin, a silent plea for Harold to continue.

“I want you to…to bend me over something. Maybe the bed. O-or your desk. Just something.”

“My, you are kinky,” Siebren teased. With his hand on Harold’s wrists, he pulled them both up and adjusted their positions. He pushed Harold’s chest down to the edge of the bed, legs spread, ass held high. Siebren grinded his hips into Harold’s, biting his lip to stifle his moan. He couldn’t get as much friction with his pants still on, but he might be able to soon. His hands fumbled for his belt, then his zipper, as he pulled his pants down to his ankles. He took his throbbing cock out through the hole of his boxers, breathing heavily as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh.

Siebren took his time putting on the condom and lubing up his cock. With every second, Harold’s legs would quiver a little bit more. Soon, a frustrated sigh escaped Harold's lips. “Come on, tiger.”

“You haven’t told me what you want,” Siebren teased. His hand went up to cup Harold’s ass, kneading softly.

A groan spilled from Harold’s lips. “I-It’s so embarrassing to say.”

“Do you know what is embarrassing? Me, in the next ten seconds, when I have to waddle to you like a penguin with my pants around my ankles.”

Harold giggled quietly, sounding a little less nervous. “I guess it’s a bit silly.”

“It’s not silly,” Siebren said. His hand drifted down to Harold’s hips, rubbing in small circles. The persona he made for the bedroom was slipping, but he was sure Harold wouldn’t mind. “Don’t be embarrassed to tell me what you want. I want you to tell me all of your heart’s desires.”

“Then…what if I asked you to pleasure me with the fleshlight while you…” Harold trailed off.

“While I what?” Siebren asked quietly.

After a pregnant pause, Harold said, in a whisper, “…while you make love to me.”

Siebren took in a shuddery breath. He reached for the fleshlight and observed it carefully. It was clear, and rather inexpensive, with a clear plastic shell and a silicone inside. It was double ended, though he didn’t think that feature will be of use today. Seeing how Harold quivered beneath him, Siebren pressed a quick kiss to Harold’s spine. He squirted up his hand with lube and slid it up and down Harold’s cock, coaxing him back to full mast. One hand rubbed circles on Harold’s hips while the other positioned the fleshlight right on the tip of Harold’s cock.

Harold gasped obscenely, his whole body shaking. Siebren couldn’t remember Harold reacting like this, so desperate and eager. Tension rose up in his chest, constricting his breathing. There was a part of him that strived for perfection in every single thing that he did, to not accept failure or second best. Sometimes it was difficult to remind himself to relax, but tonight was not one of those nights. Harold was here, his head pressed onto the bed, lips pressed into a tight smile in eager anticipation. Despite Siebren's inexperience, no matter what he did, Harold was always satisfied with him. Tonight will be no exception.

The fleshlight finally slid down Harold’s cock. Siebren’s reward was a drawn-out moan that fizzled warmly in his groin. Tempted by Harold’s sounds, he continued on.

The pace of the fleshlight was even and steady, but not particularly slow. Despite appearances, Harold could handle things rough, not that their sexual escapades ever went so far as to push Harold's limits. Siebren liked to be rough with Harold, but only when Harold wanted to things to be rough. He didn’t need words to let him know what Harold wanted. The hypnotic way he gyrated his hips was all Siebren needed.

Harold’s fingers flexed and gripped, his wrists rattling the handcuffs. “Yes, Siebren, mmmm. Bit faster. Just a bit.”

Siebren quickened his pace slightly, making Harold shudder lewdly. Siebren bit his lip tighter to stop another groan, his hips jerking forward, grazing over the cleft of Harold’s ass. The contact lasted microseconds, but it sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. His body sparked with white hot energy.

“Mijn schatje,” he shuddered.

“Do it,” Harold whispered, a gentle smile caressing his face. “I want you, bǎobèi. Want you so bad.”

There was the thump of Siebren’s racing heartbeat, the wet noises of his cock slowly penetrating Harold, and then a low, muffled cry. It was so hard to tell if it was his own voice, or if it was Harold’s, or maybe if perhaps this melody he could hear was in fact the noises of two voices harmonizing together. Pleasure surrounded his body in a warm glow, his nails digging into Harold’s hip as he slowly sunk deeper in.

There was the noise of another cry. Siebren knew it was his own because Harold’s fingers curled into fists behind his back, panting hard, desperate to touch.

“Yes, Siebren. Right there. I want it there.”

It took a few thrusts, but he knew he hit jackpot when Harold’s back arched again, a low mewl dripping from his lips down to the covers. Siebren buried himself as deep as he could and then withdrawing until only the tip was inside Harold, giving little room to breathe before he plunged in again. He repeated this, relishing in the gasps and moans that filled the air. These were different to the sounds Harold normally made when they made love. Darker, more desperate, more gratifying, more, more. It made Siebren’s head swim in ecstasy.

“You’ve wanted to do this for a while,” Siebren whispered into Harold’s ear. His chest was pressed onto Harold’s back, his other hand reaching for Harold's stomach. “What do you want me to do?”

Harold buried his face into the covers as best as he could, but it was no use. His smile was wide and nervous and breathtaking all at once. “Start moving. The fleshlight, I mean.”

Siebren couldn’t help but chuckle. The hand holding the fleshlight began to move once more, following the same unhurried tempo as his hips. “Is this good?”

“Yes, oh god, yes,” Harold said.

Harold began to move his hips in tandem with Siebren, thrusting forward as the fleshlight moved down his cock, then arching back as Siebren filled him completely. Only when Siebren was sure Harold was comfortable did he increase his pace, pressing faster, stroking faster. Harold felt so warm and tight on his cock and he was reacting so gorgeously, blushing madly as he breathed out stardust. Siebren’s mind was no longer on math and physics and science. It was all on Harold, wonderful Harold, gorgeous Harold.

It was getting hard to manage this pace, so Siebren flipped Harold onto his back and pulled his arms to rest over his head before hoisting his legs up onto Siebren’s shoulders.

“So sexy,” Siebren breathed.

Harold turned his head away. He bit lightly on his swollen lower lip to hide his bashful smile. He tightened deliciously around Siebren’s cock. “I-I’m not.”

“You are incredibly sexy, mijn schatje.” Siebren leaned over to press a kiss on Harold’s chin. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Harold mewled weakly, rolling his hips feverishly. Beads of sweat rolled down Siebren’s forehead onto Harold’s warm stomach, making his skin glisten in the light. There were words to describe how sexy Harold was, but his mind couldn’t recall them. They didn’t exist in English, didn’t exist in Dutch, just existed as sensations Siebren felt on his body. The heat on his skin, Harold’s moans echoing seductively in his ears, the coil in his stomach winding tighter and tighter.

Siebren was so close to the edge, forgoing his gentle and slow pace for a rapid onslaught on Harold’s body, fucking Harold hard with both his cock and the fleshlight. Noises were growing in volume, the heat was rising. Harold’s fists are clenched above his forehead, sweet nothings gasped like they were oxygen. Siebren was so close, but it wasn’t quick enough, not fast enough. He wanted to cum with Harold. It had to be the same time.

His hand reached for the blindfold, pulling it down to Harold’s neck. Harold made a surprised sound before his brilliant dark eyes are brought to the light. He blinked harshly, tears stinging his eyes. With his free hand, Siebren wiped the tears away. When his eyes got accustomed to the light, Harold stared doe-eyed at Siebren with all the love of the universe. Siebren couldn’t help but stare back with wonder. Nothing seemed so beautiful as Harold’s flushing face, starry eyes gazing back at him, the fire of a thousand suns blazing in every little touch.

“I love you,” Harold shuddered.

“I love you too,” Siebren gasped. Light was filling his veins. His vocabulary was slipping away. English could never describe this swirling, ecstatic nothingness in his head. “Ik hou van je. Je bent zo knap. Je zorgt er voor dat ik een betere man wil zijn.”

Siebren pumped the fleshlight as fast as his hands would let him. His hips shoved as deep and hard into Harold as they could until finally he stilled as a deep, low groan left his lips, cumming deep inside Harold. Harold screamed in pleasure as he came into the fleshlight, staining the silicone inside a creamy white.

Siebren collapsed onto Harold for a few seconds, letting himself rest for a while before slowly pulling out. He fumbled for his pants, still wrapped around his ankles, and retrieved the key, unlocking Harold’s handcuffs. Sweat had stained his clothes, so he finally stripped them all off and joined Harold in the bed, discarding the condom quickly before moving up to rub Harold’s wrists with lotion. The skin was pink where the handcuffs bit into Harold's wrists, but they should fade away come morning light. At least, Siebren hoped so, for his peace of mind at the very least.

Harold smiled warmly upon him, tired but very much pleased. When Siebren was done massaging his wrists, he flipped the two of them over, kissing Siebren with his open mouth, his hands exploring Siebren’s body reverently.

It’s minutes before Harold finally separated, allowing them to breathe. Between gulps of air, Siebren chuckled, a hand running down Harold's matted hair. “How was it?”

“As fun as that was, I don’t think I’m the BDSM type,” Harold laughed. “I didn’t know how much I wanted to touch you until I couldn’t. Didn’t know how much I wanted to see you until I couldn’t. I think it'll be a while before I bring either of these bad boys out again. That is, unless you liked it.”

Siebren could feel the fire crackle beneath his skin as Harold licked his way down Siebren’s chest and stomach, lips hovering just above his quivering cock, still half-erect. It didn't show any signs of softening. In an instant, all of his fatigue vanished into the night.

“I’m assuming you’re up for round two?” Harold purred.

Siebren nodded sheepishly, eyes flickering down to his groin. “It would appear so.”

Harold laughed melodically. He shifted his body, sliding down so his head was resting on Siebren’s hip. He nuzzled into Siebren’s groin, his smile wicked in delight as his hand surrounded Siebren’s shaft. Siebren sucked in a breath, boneless and trapped under Harold’s piercing gaze.

“You better not have anything planned for tomorrow,” Harold whispered, stroking Siebren’s cock back to full mast, “because I don’t think either of us will be able to walk when tomorrow comes.”

It’s a challenge, but it was one Siebren was sure Harold will make into a reality. He relaxed into Harold, loosening up as he allowed himself to get absolutely ravished, succumbing himself to Harold’s will.

[katliners]

by kat, a rising highschool senior who’s been through this highschool stuff a few times

• use your damn locker. i don’t care how far away it is or if you “don’t need it”. save your back some stress and your bag some space. keep all of your heavy books and binders in your locker and then work out a schedule on when you can go to your locker and grab what you need.

• don’t buy supplies until you have the syllabus. i know it can be tempting to run out and buy all these cute supplies before school starts, but sometimes tecahers can be picky about the supplies you use, or sometimes they say you can share a binder/notebook with a different class. just wait until you find out what your teachers want. but obviously you can go buy the basics like pens, pencils, paper.

• take notes. and handwrite them. blah blah blah studies have shown that writing stuff down helps you retain information and i don’t know but it’s helped me. when i started taking textbook notes for ap euro my test grades went from 50s to 100s. oh and read the textbook/readings it might actually help you. if you need to type them you do you, just find a note taking method that helps you.

• make friends with your teachers. or at least be respectful. they’re more likely to be easier/more lenient with you if you’re nice.

• use a planner. it doesn’t have to be a nice, fancy one or a bullet journal, as long as you write down your homework assignments, upcoming tests, club meetings, etc. you’ll be good. it’s so crucial in highschool to stay organized and know whats going on.

• put specific tasks in your planner/on your to do list. don’t just write “read” or “write essay”. say “read chapters 1-4” or “write paragraph one of history essay” it gives you a specific goal to reach and you’ll feel like you accomplished more if you finished a specific goal over a general one.

• buy a nice, sturdy backpack. i know tote bags can be cute but you should really invest in a nice backpack with two straps to take the stress off your back. i bought an adidas one for like $30 and it’s so nice. the one i used last year was a $45 jansport marley backpack and yeah it was cute but it didn’t have any support in the straps and it was really small. a nice bag will save you.

• stop procrastinating!!!! i know this is so vague and basic but it’s so important in highschool. your gpa matters a lot in highschool and you cannot slack off, obviously everyone has days where you forget to do your homework but don’t make it a daily occurrence. this goes back to writing everything down!! don’t wait til the last minute to finish projects and essays, make a plan and do a little every day until the due date. also turning in half finished homework is better than turning nothing in at all, just try your best!

• learn how to be independent, you don’t need your friends with you at all times, but also ask if you need help, want someone to go with you somewhere. just know that it’s okay to walk around alone or take some time for yourself and eat lunch alone.

• join a club/sport/organization!! find something you’re interested in and join it!! you’ll make tons of friends and memories! plus you’ll be involved which is just really important in highschool, just don’t get too distracted from your academics.

• spirit week is fun but don’t feel obligated to join in and spend a lot of money on outfits. don’t feel pressured by your classmates, yes it can be fun but i understand if you don’t have the money/time/means to dress up everyday!

• always pack your school bag/lunch the night before. make sure you have all of your homework, books, and stationery for the next day. pack your lunch and maybe make your breakfast the night before so you don’t forget about it. also plan your outfit the night before so you don’t waste time in the morning.

• don’t feel the need to own a bunch of expensive stationery. yes, it’s nice, but you don’t need it to make good, helpful notes. all you need is a sheet of paper and a basic pen or pencil and you’re good to go. (but nice stationery does help with motivation so maybe treat urself to some muji pens or mildliners they’re the best for notetaking in my opinion)

• make group chats with people in your classes!! or discuss the work with your friends in those classes. my sophomore year we had an apush group chat where we discussed projects, shared homework answers (not copied, but shared and compared), and asked each other questions. it’s a lifesaver to have a group chat or at least a friend you can ask so if you’re absent they can fill you in on what happened and you can be a little more prepared. and it also helps if you’re confused because most of the time at least one person will understand.

• and most importantly, take care of yourself. take breaks when you need them and don’t overwork yourself. drink water, eat before school, take a nice lunch. just be nice to yourself and body and don’t stress yourself out too much.

okay this post has been in the works for like three months and i’m finally happy with it, feel free to leave your own tips!!! have fun this school year i believe in u!!!!

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As paper bags manufacturer,4RetailPack specialize in manufacturing quality euro tote paper bags, 4RetailPack offer wide range of paper,lamination,printing,print finishes,handle to build personalized euro tote paper bags.Detail please contact with us http://www.retail-packaging.org

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Custom Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags With Die Cut Handle From 4PaperBags

Custom Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags With Die Cut Handle From 4PaperBags.

This is laminated custom printed Euro tote paper bag,made of 200g art paper with matt lamination,cmyk full color printing,die cut handle.

As euro tote paper bags manufacturer,4PaperBags specialize in manufacturing quality Euro tote paper bags,All euro tote paper bags at 4PaperBags can be custom made,coming as your specification, we offer huge options of printing,handle,print finish to help customers to create personalized euro tote paper bags for your branding and marketing.Detail please go http://www.4paperbags.com

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Custom Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags With Die Cut Handle From Shopping Bags Mart

Custom Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags With Die Cut Handle From Shopping Bags Mart

This is Custom printed Euro tote paper bag,it is made of 200g art paper with matt lamination,custom printing,Die cut handle.

Because made of coated paper with glossy or matt lamination, Euro tote paper bags have elegant looking,And all Euro tote paper bags are reinforced by paper board at top turn and bottom of bag,so Euro tote paper bags have more strong construction for long lasting and quality feel,it is the reason why Euro tote paper bags are used as luxury bag and promotional bag.

As Euro tote paper bags manufacturer,Shopping Bags Mart specialize in manufacturing quality Euro tote paper bags as your specification,Detail please go http://www.papershoppingbags.cc

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Euro Tote Paper Bags With Printed Logo And Rope Handle From Paper Bags Source

Euro Tote Paper Baｇ With Printed Logo And Rope Handle From Paper Bags Source

This is laminated Euro tote paper bag, made of 157g white art paper, with matt lamination,PP rope handle, with reinforced paper board at top turn and bottom,one color printing for custom logo

As Euro tote paper bags manufacturer,Paper Bags Source specialize in manufacturing and printing custom made Euro tote paper bags as your specification, We also offer hundred stock sizes for your selection that can come quickly.Detail please go http://www.paperbagswholesale.org

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Custom Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags From 4RetailPack

Custom Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags With Rope Handle From 4RetailPack.

This bag is made of 157g art paper,matt lamination,one color printing with reversed logo,rope handle.

Euro tote paper bags are considered as high end products,with custom printing logo or image,Euro tote paper bags are not only as carrier bags to convey small goods,but also as advertisement to present business the best.

Of course you need a good manufacturer to make quality custom printed Euro tote paper bags as your specification,4RetailPack is right one,Please go http://www.retail-packaging.org to get your Euro tote paper bags.

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Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags From Shopping Bags Mall

Printed Euro Tote Paper Bags With Rope Handle From Shopping Bags Shop

This bag is made of 200g art paper,matt lamination,full color printing,pp rope handle.

Because it is made of art paper,its printing effect is the best to advertise business information and products images for branding and marketing.Matt lamination,reinforced paper board can make bag more strong for long lasting,of course strong construction of bag can add quality feel, it is the reason why laminated paper bags are used for high value products.

Shopping Bags Shop specialize in printing Euro tote paper bags,At Shopping bags Shop,Euro tote paper bags come in any size--custom made to fit your end.Detail please go http://www.shoppingbags-shop.com

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Die Cur Handle Luxury Paper Bags With Hot Stamping Logo

Most paper bags have handle to carry them conveniently . And handle of paper bags have so many options, popular options include pp rope handle,cotton rope handle,ribbon handle,twisted paper handle and flat paper handle and more.

Die cut handle is most used on luxury paper bags, usually die cut handle is punched on turn top of bag by plate. Die cut handle can come in any shape, and its strength is reinforced by paper board at turn top.

It means paper bags with die cut handle have strong construction, great as luxurious and premium shopping bags.When you are looking for luxurious shopping bags, you can consider die cut handle paper bags.Sometime promotional paper bags use die cut handle.

Such as this bag, it is die cut handle luxury paper bag with hot stamping logo, this bag is made of 180g kraft paper, with white color printing for custom logo on bag.This bag has die cut handle at turn top of bag with reinforced paper board.

This die cut handle printed luxury paper bag with hot stamping logo is made by Shopping Bags Mart

As paper bags manufacturer, Shopping Bags Mart specialize in manufacturing full range of paper bags including luxury paper bags,euro tote bags, and kraft paper bags. At Shopping Bags Mart, luxury paper bags can be customized coming in any size and color with different styles such as die cut handle kraft bags,rope handle kraft bags and more.

Shopping Bags Mart can offer die cut handle at luxury paper bags,luxury kraft paper bags and euro tote bags, die cut handle at Shopping Bags Mart is available in any shape to create personalized handle easily.

If you are looking for similar die cut handle luxury paper bags, please contact with Shopping Bags Mart