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polypacksblog · 6 months ago

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Why Custom Wrap Around Labels are Essential for Product Differentiation

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lumincry · 6 months ago

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𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲. nesrin almanza . 𝗮𝗸𝗮. nessie , the loch ness monster . 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵. july 19th , 2000 . 𝗮𝗴𝗲. twenty-three . 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻. clifton , new jersey . 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿. cis woman . 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀. she / her . 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆. bisexual . 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀. single . 𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. currently a student at golden state university , pursuing a degree in journalism. 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. secret podcast host of late night instability .

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. ⋆｡°✩ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬. ⋆｡°✩ 𝐰𝐜.

☆ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 / 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

➟ aesthetics: a collection of CDs, thoughts scattered on pieces of paper, roaming empty streets at night, a scowl that seems permanent, the sound of a bong when you take a hit, wearing sunlasses after a rough night out, writing obscene messages on bathroom stalls, and an album of screenshots labeled "receipts". ➟ inspiration: gianna allister (the maddest obsession), emory scott (night fall), brooke davis (oth), emma (bodies bodies bodies), guinevere beck (you), elena abelli (the sweetest oblivion), natasha (life unexpected). ➟ likes: iced matcha, black coffee, the smell of freshly cut grass, swimming, roaming the 'tok, going biking at four in the morning, pretending she's asleep to avoid conversing with people, cherry rolling paper, and thunderstorms. ➟ dislikes: dogs, reading, denim, the word yolk, pandora music, the color yellow, tv series with over five seasons. ➟ habits: biting her cuticles, cracking her knuckles, pulling apart split ends, becoming overly infatuated with people.

☆ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 / 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥

➟ has a scar going through her right eyebrow, so hair no longer rows in small part of the area. face is scattered in light freckles and she also has a scar on her top lip that she ot from her cat when she was eleven. ➟ definitely wears a full face of makeup to cover up her acne. like most people, she for sure thinks it's worse than it actually is, so probably will not be caught dead without at least a tinted moisturizer on. ➟ wears a lot of long skirts and printed tank tops. closet is almost entirely thrifted. minus shoes, which she will normally splurge on.

☆ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 / 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

➟ on july 19th, 2000 at 9:08 pm valeria and isaac almanza welcomed nesrin into the world. the two never had the chance to give her another sibling. ➟ valeria was a full time stay at home mom while isaac would work 10 hour shifts at a car repair shop trying his best to make ends meet. they didn't have much but they were a happy family. ➟ at three, nesrin's not interacting properly with the other kids. she's not sharing or playing with others and she's aggressive. "she's just shy" her mother says ➟ at six she's top of her first-grade class, always getting the highest scores on their english exams. she's still not making many friends, but that's okay because she'll be more outgoing with time. ➟ a few months later her father passes away in his sleep. it's shocking and unexpected. her mother has a rough time grieving the loss of her first love and having to take over family finances. she joins a dating website where she meets an older man and the two quickly get hitched after nine months of dating. ➟ right before her 10th birthday nesrin meets her mother's new boyfriend. a man she met on a catholic dating site who has a daughter two years younger than her. the two get hitched not long after and now she's learning how to have a family again. ➟ nesrin starts attending church with the family at her mother's request, whose husband is very uptight and religious. she has a new set of rules to follow with her little sister. ➟ once high school starts nesrin does her best to break out of her shell and make new friends. hard to do when you're fifteen with an 8 pm curfew. ➟ at fifteen she sneaks out & goes to a high school party with the neighbor to meet new people. nesrin has her first kiss and loses her virginity in the same night to an older boy she has a crush on. not necessarily because she wants to but rather because it's what all the teens are doing. isn't it? nesrin soon learns that she likes the little bit of attention she can get from boys, and slowly begins to pursue them just to 'finally feel something'. ➟ i'm getting tired of typing so real quick she does her best to get good grades but she has mediocre grades at best. her best subject is english. she applies to all sorts of colleges across the country & obtains a spot as GSU with a swimming scholarship.

☆ 𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

➟ girlfriend, or former girlfriend of michael. when the relationship first started the two really did care about each other but somewhere down the line michael began to pull away and nesrin had to find affection elsewhere. at the point of michael's death they were barely together. ➟ as stated ahead nesrin became intuned with her sexuality earlier on in life. overtime she has learned how to weaponize that, using it to get her way. she is very secure with this and has no embarrassment from it either. period queen. ur stronger than me. ➟ literally moved across the country for some freedom. her freshman year consisted of blacking out every weekend but the fun is gone now that she's able to drink legally. ➟ nesrin has created a podcast under the alias melissa where she discusses the ongoing investigation of michael's death and what has lead up to it. don't judge her. it's practice for when she becomes a newscaster. maybe.

realizing halfway through that present became headcanons rather than an actual.. representation of whats happening in her life atm but SUE ME !!! i also physically cannot write here anymore ill add to it eventually im sorry.

#pinned #this is so ass as u can tell i was over it by bullet point 3 i just wanted to be done with it.#gsu:intro

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unknownjpegs · 7 months ago

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monsters ride

“Ben’s got a package.”

Xavier tosses it up onto the kitchen counter, leaning hip cocked against it and rifling mail. He does this, sort of habitually. End of the week, goes through the big stack they accumulate and plucks out credit card ads, junk mail, the works. Lark and Benny don’t mind, because they’re both awful at keeping up with the mail, but also don’t seem nearly as annoyed by the fishing attempts as Xavier. He’s diligent about it, licks a finger to flick through three peoples worth of incoming post.

Lark slides the package toward himself, sharpie in hand, cap between his teeth. He snorts and draws Xavier’s attention from the letter that’s made to look like a distant relative. Lark caps the marker.

“I was gonna cover up his name, but he beat me to it.” He pushes the little brown parcel to the other end of the counter. It has no logo on it, but that’s really of no surprise. Xavier has a feeling that Ben doesn’t always shop at the most reputable places online; and doesn’t always get shipped the most Above Board things. It could be full of spiders or Uranium. He peers at the shipping label Lark indicates with the sharpie marker.

“Wow,” he laughs, tossing the rest of the mail into it’s designated little tray (that somehow always gets things other than mail in it, despite how much he whines). “Their names do sort of go together like that, huh?”

“It’s cute,” Lark agrees.

The package is addressed to BENNY MARAN, with no return label.

—

When Maran gets into the room, he goes for the bed immediately. Throws himself back onto it, just to roll over and decide he wants to be on his knees. He does a wiggle to get himself comfortable, patting the area in front of him with buzzing excitement. He’s got freshly dyed hair, which is sometimes such an odd turn on for Benny. Something about the slight chemical smell lingering and all the cute blue stains on the pads of his fingers, because he’d gone for a bright teal color to compliment the oncoming winter months.

Benny stays leaned against his bedroom door for a moment until Maran’s cheeks go puffy from his pout. He rolls eyes up to the ceiling, claps hands together and then dramatically drops his chin.

“Please?” He draws the word out, in what could probably be an annoying voice to anyone who wasn’t Ben—madly fucking in love, Ben. To him, it’s not just cute. It tugs out a little spool of heat from his abdomen, that sweet little please. Maran bats his thick dark lashes, fingers drumming on the bed, making the heat worse. “I wanna know what it is!”

“I’m not sp-spoiling.” Benny meanders toward the bed. It truly is a wander, because he’s slow about it. Rolls himself off the door, hips first, package tucked under his arm. Maran’s eyes do that inevitable flick down and then up—like he can’t help but watch the way Benny’s body moves so gracefully. He’s not exactly agile—not like Xavier, slender and pretty. He’s not like Lark either, with an athletes apex predator movement.

But Benny has perfected that sleazy little walk that makes Maran’s eyes go glassy and fixated.

He plops the cardboard box onto the bed and then turns toward his desk.

“I’m using the knife,” he declares.

“Don’t trust me with sharp objects?”

“Mm,” Ben replies noncommittally as he locates the hunting knife on his desk that he most certainly does not use for hunting purposes. But Xavier had given it to him, almost randomly—because Xavier was the random act of affection kind of person—and he was now sort of attached to it and it’s silly wolf print handle. He flicks it open and catches the way Maran looks a it; his little hints of intrigue are everywhere sometimes, now that he’s started figuring out everything can be something to make things fun.

Of course, he’s still pouting, hands around the box like it’s already his.

Truthfully, Benny doesn’t mean to treat Maran like he’s incompetent, because he’s not.

He’d just spend the entire time watching Maran slide a knife under packing tape thinking, oh fuck he’s going to cut himself and that worry would mar the gift inside. And Benny liked finding neat little ways to keep Maran safe from even the illusion of harms way. Secretly, he lets himself admit sometimes, that he likes taking care of Maran. He likes being the one, taking care.

“What is it?”

“No spoiling, I just said.”

“Aw.”

He slides the knife along the dark brown edges of tape, grinning at Maran all the while. His pretty brown eyes follow, his excitement clear and palpable. Benny knows whats inside, because he’d been…diligently tracking it. Diligently. He’d been checking nearly every other day and reopening the link to his purchase just to stare at it. Imagine it’s uses for when it arrived. He doesn’t unfold the cardboard flaps. Instead, he closes the knife on his thigh and tosses it onto the desk.

When Maran does finally get the box open, he immediately closes it and swings his head back, eyes on the ceiling. Benny is treated to the most beautiful vision of his throat like that, and also, the dark pink spreading over his face. It clashes with the new teal of his hair in such a way that he looks like an animated character; something unreal. Benny thinks that a lot about Maran, and a lot of the time that feeling makes him tender and soft—unfortunately, it does the opposite at that exact moment.

Benny steps around the side of the bed to be closer to Maran. Along with the chemical smell of freshly dyed hair, there is lingering sugar—there is the sweet smell of the apple pie he’d ordered at the dinner they were just at. Benny wants to devour him in ways that don’t entirely feel wholesome. His fingers do a slide from the boys chest to his throat, to hold onto his jaw and slowly lower his face so they can look at each other.

“You said you liked that one,” Benny purrs out the sentence, his voice darker than he even truly means it to be. Not necessarily like he can help it, because Maran gets him there so quickly. The easy switch from date night boyfriend to—whatever he is now; domineering, aggressive, possessive. Makes that mean reflex in his hands tighten. His thumb brushes lovingly over a slightly stubbled jawline, up to touch his lower lip. Benny feels him shiver.

“Okay, right, I didn’t know it was going to—I thought we ordered that like last week?” His voice gets sweetly higher pitched at the end. Maran always sort of talks like there’s a question in his sentences; it was a cadence that usually annoyed Benny. But not with Maran. There was nothing Maran ever did that annoyed him (there was, of course, but not in that moment and he certainly didn’t think for the next hour or so he’d remember any).

“Sue me,” Benny continues in that rough tone. “I paid for exp-pe-pedited shipping.”

“It’s bigger than I thought it’d be,” Maran whispers in a breathy tone that Benny swears he could feel right against his skin. It makes something vicious inside him throb with painful desire. Maran’s brows are upturned with that edged tint of embarrassment. Not the bad kind; it’s this dark hint of humiliation that he knows Maran sort of enjoys. It’s like when he’s teased the right way, or mocked in a tone that he likes.

“Worried it wont fit?”

“Fuck you,” Maran laughs but it has a high pitched nervous energy to it. He sinks a bit on his haunches, hands moving away packing innards. The paper gets tossed to the side, lost amongst Benny’s already messy room. Maran’s olive toned hand finally dips inside and removes the toy; he isn’t embellishing. The toy lingers between a medium and a large, because Benny had filtered out the XL’s from the search. Knew Maran would have eyes too big too quick.

He’d also picked his favorite colors, this impossibly velvet dark navy and a strangely garish orange. They marbled well. Maran holds the dildo in both hands, staring with big eyes.

“Right, well. Lube?”

“We’re n-not using that tonight,” Benny sputters out a laugh, reeling back slightly. He loses a bit of that dominant composure but he likes when that happens. Sometimes, Maran pops bubbles without meaning too and it’s never in a bad way. Says or does something that makes the tension bubbling up roll over and instead of climaxing, just sort of exploding hilariously. Benny hasn’t had many partners—truthfully, it might be no partner—that can make him laugh so easily in the moment.

Maran’s back to pouting. His hand does a single tug on the toy, as if sizing it up. That quickly makes Benny’s half hard cock give a twitch, watching his hand curl around it like that.

“Why not?” And he can tell Maran is thinking that Benny is back to early months; where Maran had to struggle for more than a kiss, to get a hand down Benny’s jeans, to quicken the languid pace Benny had set. They’re past that, of course. They’re buying sex toys together. But Maran seems primed to be worried that Benny at one moment will put a flat hand on his chest and push him back on the bed and tell him slow down. Which, he wants to point out, he’d done out of…well, love.

Benny crosses to his wall. It’s plastered in movie posters and also sticky notes for his classwork. He lifts a fist and pounds twice on it.

There’s only a brief pause before he gets two in return.

“I m-might like fucking with Lark, but I like keeping y-your noises to myself.”

“I can be quiet,” Maran draws the word out, quiiiiiiiet, as he leans on the bed. He’s put aside the toy, hands outstretched. His deft fingers snag Benny’s jean pockets and tug him closer. He doesn’t resist. He lets himself be pulled closer and closer. Maran is looking up at him with such big, brown eyes that he finds it instantly hard to say no to him. He’s smiling too, his freckled face mischievous.

Benny leans down and cups Maran’s cheeks. He kisses him. Makes it a long one, deep and full of tongue. He tastes the cherry pie. He pulls away, presses their noses together.

“When you fuck yourself with that thing, even you won’t be able to be quiet, baby.”

He can almost feel the heat on his palms from Maran’s face. His breath hitches a bit, his hands moving from pockets around to cup Benny’s thighs and squeeze. He feels that arousal like a shot to the fucking head. Benny smiles, pulls Maran’s chin down, watches his tongue roll out without even needing to be told.

“I can find other ways to keep you quiet,” Benny murmurs, before putting his own tongue there. And even Maran can moan a little at that.

—

That night Benny fucks Maran’s mouth, lovingly. He goes from kneeling on the bed, to kneeling on the floor, his face held in Benny’s tattooed hands. He makes it languid and slow, instead of rough and fast, even though his hips beg to make it snappy. Make it a little mean. But sometimes the slow is so good, even he can’t deny it. Even someone who would swear, with a hand on the bible, that mean rough fast hard brutal was his favorite way to go.

That night, thinking about Maran’s mischievous face, his palms lovingly spread around the back of Benny’s thighs, he watches his cock sink in and out of his boys mouth. Plush lips getting wet, tongue out to make it messy. He watches Maran’s pretty eyes flicker open and close at random intervals. They gather tears at the edges when Benny slides as deep as he can go, cups Maran’s cheeks. He makes a gulping sound, hands holding harder.

That’s my boy, Benny says in a smug voice. Look at you—how much you love it. And Maran’s mouth too full to reply, so he only makes the softest groaning sound. It is quiet. But the quiet makes it sort of intimate, just like the slow.

Not that he keeps it pure; he does pull out in time to cum across Maran’s face. A splash of his cum on his cheek, his chin, across his lips. Maran purses them, rubs against his tip in a way that makes Benny see stars. Makes the whole fucking galaxy explode behind his eyes. His hand jerks around Maran’s throat and squeezes harshly and then he’s the one who has to struggle to be quiet. The sensation of Maran’s wet mouth, just pursed, kissing him like that, almost pulls more from him.

It continues the whole night, this quiet but intimate and also filthy vibe. He makes Maran straddle him, jerk off and cum across his stomach. He rolls them together, rubbing their hips frantically together until they’re disgusting, tacky, cumming together. Benny kisses Maran so much that his lips hurt; and Maran kisses him even more. Gets greedy with his mouth and tongue. The evolve to fingers and hands and mouths in other places—

And all in all, it’s one of the nights he stays with and remembers, because they’re fucking debauched all the time, sure. A lot of the time. But, it still somehow does not compare to the night where they’re finally alone. Truly alone.

Enough for Maran to try out the toy.

—

Benny is a bit cruel about the foreplay. He has to be; the prep is important, he argues. Maran whines, face down on the bed, hands fisted into the sheets. He’s sweet about holding in his noises, bites down on the pillow while Benny’s mouth is occupied elsewhere. He’s greedy about it, lavishes with his tongue—won’t settle until he gets one from Maran. At least with his mouth, his fingers, just one from just him and nothing else.

“Ben,” Maran manages in a pathetic whimper, face pressed to the pillow, teeth around the fabric. He pants and writhes and arches and slaps a hand against the wall. He bucks backward into fingers—one, then two and then three. He makes gasping sounds as Benny bites up his back and to his ear.

“C’mon,” Benny murmurs playfully. “You in a rush?”

“I thought,” Maran gasps, tosses his head to the side, digs into the pillow more. His hips are shivering. He’s so close it makes Benny feel kinship with sharks—he wants to tear him apart, the pleasure to rip seams.“I was going to fuck—”

The groan rips out between Benny’s teeth as he shoves his face into the crux of Maran’s shoulder and neck. His whole body shudders with the effort, his hand quickening.

“Don’t say shit like that,” he growls.

“Ah—that’s—what I’ll be doing?”

Benny’s free hand slides under Maran’s throat and jerks his head back. He’s nasty about it, watches that flicker of ‘oh that hurt in the good way hurt’ across Maran’s pleasure addled face. His glossy eyes swim and search for Benny, who leans closer so they can find each other. He feels his own oh that hurts as he watches Maran’s beautiful face open in a welcoming, loving smile. Trusting. Vulnerably excited.

“I want—”

His face gets shoved into the pillow again, Benny’s fingers losing any sense of mercy. Maran’s voice rises, though its muffled. His body twists and jerks and bucks. He thrusts for sensation against the bed, his voice becoming a little cry as he cums. Benny watches the flex of his back muscles, the beautiful arch of his spine. He wants to lick down it, he wants to pepper kisses and bruises. Instead his fingers do a soft, few thrusts to carry him all the way through and then Benny straddles Maran’s back.

He leans down, nestles his mouth close.

“You’re going to get what you want,” Benny whispers. “And I’m gonna watch.”

—

Benny liked a lot of things about opening Maran’s eyes to kink. He liked browsing that website a week or so back and watching Maran realize that things like this existed. Not that he previously had no idea what a dildo was; more than he had no idea that they could come in varieties. Shapes, colors, for more than just the college freshmen girl to explore after escaping suburbia. They existed for men, for men like Maran who wanted to know what it was like to be stretched, filled, for it to hurt in that good burning way.

He also liked showing Maran how much fun things could be if you played sex almost like a game. Not the manipulative, comphet game was tricked into playing for so long—but like setting the scene. Like this—

Maran kneels, completely nude, with his hands spread across Benny’s knees. The sneering blond sits at the edge of the bed, still mostly clothed. In jeans and combat boots and his buttoned shirt fully undone. He leans back, hands braced on his bed, smiling. He knows this all goes together; it makes Maran feel vulnerable, exposed, maybe a little humiliated—a little corrupted.

He taps fingers under Maran’s chin, makes him look up as he continues the slow rhythm he’s started. It had taken Maran more than a minute to situate. To fully lean down with weight onto the toy. He’d made a noise unlike anything he’d ever made before that would live inside Benny for days to come—months. Maybe years. He’d slipped a hand over his mouth and another down between his legs and looked at Benny with such sweet, glassy eyes that it had been hard not to tear him back up onto the bed.

“Go on.”

“Ben.”

“Good boy, Maran.”

The encouragement makes a visible shiver run through Maran, who leans forward with his hands braced around Benny’s shins. He fucks himself harder, a semi-desperate pace. He bounces, his voice getting unmistakably louder with every churn of his hips. His cock drips, mostly ignored, because Maran’s hands have a painful tight grip around Benny’s calves. Maran’s forehead touches his knee. Benny looks at the gorgeous slope of the nape of his neck, down his back.

His head snaps up when he hears the sound of Benny’s zipper. His eyes are all pupil, sweat sliding from temple to chin. His cheeks are gorgeously flushed, his freckles popping in contrast.

“Did I say stop?” Benny asks, as he pulls himself from his briefs. Hands move up his legs, start a shaky paw across his thighs. Benny’s lip curls in a rude smile and he lifts a booted foot. Plants it right to Maran’s chest and pushes him back. He gets a delicious sounding, thin moan as Maran’s weight shifts, pushes him down on the toy. His desperate breathing goes heavier and heavier as he leans back, one hand loosely wrapped around Benny’s ankle.

His pace gets even more frantic then. He bounces harder, the hand not touching Benny scrambling behind him and using the wall to keep himself upright. Benny strokes himself, lazily, watches the way Maran’s whole body moves now with fervent, unbridled desire. His boot against Maran’s sternum goes just slightly harder—and then Maran, his sweet, fucking Maran, who rarely ever lets a moan escape, who tries so hard to keep himself quiet, who bites pillows and bed sheets and even his own fucking hand—gets loud.

Maran gets loud, he gets messy with his volume. Incoherent with his words, except the desperate way he says Ben’s name. It makes Benny lose composure, makes him stand. The boot slides off Maran’s chest, nestles between his freckled, tan thighs instead. Maran’s face goes redder and the intoxication of embarrassment and pleasure makes his brown eyes roll back. Benny cups his cheek, stares down at the vision of his boyfriend riding a toy, looking up at him.

“Maran—fuck—are you—” He means to ask if he’s close (he’s not even sure why, maybe just to help him finish through it, maybe because he’s also lost it, maybe because he’s just in love and watching Maran experience something this big is making him insane), but Maran’s desperate arm wraps around Benny’s thighs, jerks their bodies close and his whole body shakes with the orgasm.

The tears slide across Maran’s cheek, that gets pressed into Benny’s hip, right against the handgun tattoo. He strokes himself to a near painful finish, his other hand doing gentle pets across Maran’s soft, fuzzy hair.

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Benny’s also careful with this; the comedown ritual that Maran’s never had any need to experience before. An argument could be made that aftercare was special, even in the most vanilla of situations—but it wasn’t just special, but necessary. And sometimes Maran was a bit of a brat about it. Was tired or the adrenaline dump was so messy it made him shivery in a way that wasn’t always pleasant.

This is a good one. Where he’s supple and pliant and lets Benny take his time and be good to him. Barely keeps himself upright in the shower as he’s washed up, but his arms stay hooked around Ben’s shoulders, one of his hands doing a sleepy pet through pale hair. He’s grinning too, that elated, nearly drunk smile. Eyes tired, relaxed, fuzzy around the edges. Benny peppers him with kisses, with praise, with little thanks.

I liked watching. You did so good. You looked so good. Did you enjoy it? And Maran’s humming replies, his soft here and there laughs until they’re finally in the bed again.

Maran does doze off for a little and when he wakes up, seems ridiculously interested in the snacks that Benny keeps hidden underneath his bed. Rifles through the basket, half across his boyfriend, searching for those chocolates that Benny keeps buying. All the while, his pale hand makes an appreciative, soft pat to Maran’s ass as.

“Are we going to Til’s tomorrow?”

“Do you kn-know how fucking amazing you are?” Benny interrupts, tugging Maran by the face so they can look at each other. “Do you know yo-you’re the craziest, best thing that’s ever happened to me? You little shit.” The blush on Maran is a soft pink in comparison for how sweaty and flushed his cheeks had been hours before. He smiles softer, a little bashful, a shy note that makes Benny insane.

“We can go anywhere you f-fucking want.”

“I mean—” he licks a bit of chocolate off his top lip, narrowing eyes. “Always wanted to try Canada, but Matilda’s got a sick apartment.”

“Matilda’s it fucking is.”

And then he pulls Maran in to kiss him. Really kiss him. One of those kisses that isn’t going to lead to sex, isn’t filthy or intense. Just all sweet.

#writing #hj #college au #mgc #jlb #mgc x jlb

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skteeshirt · 11 months ago

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182 The World Tour 2023 2024 Shirt, Blink 182 Tour Merch, Blink 182 Rock and Roll Concert Tshirt

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myprintingmatters · 2 years ago

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The Flexible World of Roll Label Printing

Modern roll label printing is still pretty popular. Everything may happen online these days, but online commerce means there are a lot of parcels and packages moving around the country. Printed sticker labels are popular because they can be stuck on just about anything for whatever marketing or branding ideas you wish to implement. Stackable labels are actually pretty versatile and flexible. Here are a few ways you may use them. When Labels Become Mini Fliers Now that we have QR codes, printed labels can become their own fliers. Rather than trying to pin up fliers in places where you hope they won’t be torn down, you instead put your stickers around town. You can put them on everything from lamp posts to dog-park fences. Plus, since people are able to scan the QR codes, you don’t need to say very much with your sticker. You could even pose it as a question, such as “Do you want cheaper dry cleaning?” and then have a QR code under the question. Buy Plain Packaging And Make It Yours You can buy fully printed packaging that you use to wrap your parcels, but you may already have a bulk lot of packaging material. Or, you may need the flexibility to promote your goods on any of your parcel wrappings. If that is the case, then buy rolls of labels and put them on your parcel packaging just before you send it out. Use Them to Designate Guests If you have a few guests, you may give them a card or badge they can pin to their shirts so that people know who they are. However, if you have a lot of guests, such as on a school trip, then you can print off stickers that the guests can wear. They identify them as guests, and there can be numbers, codes, and colors on them to show they entered today and that these are not stickers that were used on previous days. Promote Your Items A classic way to use stickers is to put them on your discount goods. For the things that you are selling for a discount, you put a sticker on them. You can write the words “Sale” on them or show the percentage discount they have received. The good thing about these is that you can run promotions like these on most types of products. Even if you are selling cups of coffee, you can stick a new promotional sticker on the disposable cup. When your promotion changes, you have some more roll label printing done, and put your new stickers on your disposable coffee cups. Getting Better Roll Label Stickers Cheap stickers are no fun. They may fall off if the surface is a little moist, or worse still, they leave ugly glue marks all over the things they encounter. Plus, nobody wants to overpay for their stickers. If you want to take full advantage of roll label printing, then use the services offered by My Printing Matters. You get a good price, a prompt service, and the quality levels are far above the cost-per-dollar that you pay.

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surrender-souls · 4 years ago

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i should make reference pictures for some of my ocs, i mean i mostly use my memory when drawing them but like it would be nice to have something to look off of so i don't forget some of the little details that i still want to keep

i just need to find a folder but i'm sure we have one

#i’m drawing sloane and just remembered that she had little wings on the back of her coat like not actual wings like an image #originally they were a dark color i think but now they would probably look better as the same off white as the inside of her coat #also i’ve decided that eventually the sleeves get cut off cause she just rolls them up all the time but she doesn’t like having sleeves #idk about alala though cause she wears more outfits but like she doesn’t have an infinite number #so could i draw all of them? probably not at the moment that seems hard #maybe digitally? so i can use the same base?#but then i’d have to print it so i’d have to airdrop it to my computer and the printer might just not want to work as it does occasionally #but i’d probably do something traditionally? cause she wears the same sneakers all the time and only has her one jacket that she wears acro #idk if i’d color these? i probably would but also like label what color they should be #cause i’m not really going to be consistent with all my drawings (especially traditional) also a traditional reference wouldn’t help with c #i should probably make a digital reference for like skin hair and eye color? i mostly just want to stay consistent with skin #i also need to figure out skin colors in digital art more they kinda confuse me? i need to practice with that #i speak #also if i want to make references i’ll have to practice my full bodies #i’m mostly good with like face shape kinda? i feel like i could be more consistent but like faces in my mind have like shapes #like sloane’s is more round when i think of her #so usually when i think of a character i have like a general idea of shapes

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bakudekushimasimp · 3 years ago

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Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, vaginal sex, shower play, dom!Katsuki,

Summary: Katsuki walks in while your in the shower, you don’t even notice as you have music playing. He’s in shock at not only how amazing your body is but the way you sway your hips and dip low as if no one can see you but he in fact can see you, ALL of you.

You’ve been living with your classmate and fellow hero ever since you graduated from UA, katsuki bakugou. It’s usually always a good time except when you’re in one of your bratty moods and he’s just.. him. Over the last few years even before graduation you noticed new feelings you had for him, but never acted on them as he never seemed to show interest in being more than friends. You both were always so busy with missions anyways. Last night being one of those nights, and both of you getting back extremely late. So the next morning when you woke up you were barely awake starting your morning routine. You trudged into the kitchen past katsuki who had passed out on the couch. One arm slung over the arm of the couch, other resting on his perfect abs. You slowed down taking in the pleasant sight only to shake your head, knowing all the nasty thoughts going through your head would only remain a daydream. You walk into your kitchen getting a pitcher of water and filling your Keurig up before placing a cup in the holder and pushing it down. You get on your tip toes reaching for a mug out of the cabinet; your over sized shirt lifting to show off your snug boy shorts that don’t cover all of your caramel skinned bottom. You thought you heard rustling so you quickly peek over your shoulder at the couch which your roommate was sleeping on, just to see he shifted onto his stomach and now had his face down into the cushions turned at a slight angle. You sigh and relax onto the pads of your feet and place the ‘Dynamite’ branded cup into place on the Keurig. You press the start button and slide yourself onto the island of the kitchen while watching the delicious liquid fill into your mug. You swing your feet back and forth and think of last night and how drained katsuki seemed coming home from his mission. You decided you’d help him in starting him a cup of coffee after yours before heading for a shower. You hear the last bit of your coffee draining from the Keurig and you ease yourself down from the island and grab the mug carefully. After adding your creamer and sugar, you slowly stir the coffee and take a sip. The burn was a mix of pain and pleasure on your tongue and had a delicious burn all the way down your throat. You hum as you feel yourself begin to wake up more feeling last nights stress and exhaustion slowly melt away. You lean your elbows on the island and sip from your mug while peeking at your roommate who was cuddled up to a throw pillow that usually rest on the couch as decoration. You loved seeing him so peaceful and calm. Part of you yearned to be the pillow tucked snuggly to his lower abdomen, you thought of how warm and comforting it would be to wrapped in his strong arms. Your cheeks flushed red as your mind wondered to how it would also feel to have his morning glory pressed to your needy core. You sucked in a quick breath through your teeth, and decided it was definitely time for a cold shower as you felt the thoughts create a tightness in your stomach and made your thighs clench together. You place your now empty mug into the sink, and quickly set up the cup of coffee you had decided to make for katsuki. You are careful with your footsteps as you wonder to the bathroom grabbing a towel from the little closet across the hall before you waking in and closing the door behind you. You didn’t feel a need to lock the door because you both had become comfortable sharing a bathroom and apartment for so long you didn’t find it necessary. You hang your towel on the rack and take out your phone. You connect to the blue tooth speakers that were built into the walls in the shower. You start playing music loud enough for you to hear, but not loud enough to wake up katsuki. You strip away from your clothes dropping them to the floor in a pile, you’d pick them up after showering and put them in the hamper. Let your curls down from the messy bun you had thrown up before retreating to bed the night before, admiring how your hair has grown long and beautifully down to the curves of your hips and right at the dips on your back

above your bum. You turn the hot water on waiting for it to get to the right temperature before turning the cold to moderate it to a decent feel. You step into your open floor designed shower with clear shower doors. The water feels amazing washing away all the sweat and the rest of your fatigue from last nights events of chasing after villains. You drench yourself in the water before starting to wash yourself with the coconut smelling body wash katsuki had picked up for you the other day. One of your favorite songs filter through the speakers, and you can’t help but start to sway your hips silently singing along.

By this time katsuki had rolled off the couch having some crazy dream of fighting villains, and shocked himself awake. He jumped up hand out with small bursts sparking at his palm as he quickly looked around and scoped out the apartment. He slowly relaxed as he noticed no one was in the apartment and there was indeed no villains around. He’s face tinted pink as embarrassment flooded him. He then peeked around again making sure you didn’t see him while stretching his arms behind his head to play off his ridiculous reaction from a few moments ago. As he took a deep breath in while stretching he caught a whiff of the coffee you had put on for him earlier. He followed the smell in a daze to the kitchen and found his black mug with “number 1” in burnt orange letters across the side. He grabbed the cup carelessly and spilt some onto his sweatpants. He hissed and put the cup back onto the counter slightly irritated he couldn’t get his shit together this morning. He started mumbling to himself frustrated it now looked like he had pissed himself, or even better had a wet wild dream. He ran his hand over his blonde hair and down his face. He picked up the coffee and finished what was left in a few single gulps, and decided he’d thank you for the coffee and change out of his sweatpants afterwards. Knowing you both were still semi exhausted from last night he didn’t want to have an angry aggressive attitude because his start of the day, especially towards you. He put the mug in the sink noticing the mug you had chosen for your morning coffee. He smirked to himself. He loved when you used something of his or with his label on it. Anything involving him. It gave him a sense of pride. Katsuki was very possessive over you ever since you had became friends when you showed up to UA in second year. Just never in front of you directly. Only to the boys who ever dared say something about you to him behind your back. Especially the other boys in Bakusquad or even worse whenever Deku decided to make his sly comments about how he’d take you from katsuki and make you his. Make you a villain. It made his blood boil. He wanted to tell you how he felt so he could claim you as his for everyone to know who you belonged to. You were Dynamight’s girl. He loved the sound of that it gave him goosebumps and made his cock stir. He couldn’t resist you especially when you acted bratty towards him and never let his attitude phase you, or whenever you got dressed up to go to the club and wore his colors, or in the early mornings how you’d walk around in barely anything.. Katsuki groaned to himself and grabbed his half erection through his sweatpants and quickly remembered they were drenched in coffee. He snapped out of his thoughts and started to walk to your room to thank you for the coffee, but before he could reach your door he heard soft singing and music thumping from the bathroom. He stopped and back tracked to the bathroom door. He looked at the doorknob and noticed the steam coming from underneath the crack of the door. He slightly shrugged and twisted the handle to let himself in. As soon as he enter the foggy room he silently closed the door hoping to not alarm you. The smell of coconut flooded his senses and his hard on was growing fast as he thought of you using the body wash he chose specifically for you. He finally brought himself to look up at the shower doors and immediately stopped frozen in place. His breath hitched and he swallowed hard his Adam’s apple slowly bobbing. There you were twisting your body like a gypsy. Turning and rolling your hips slowly dipping down, you sensually danced to the music that steamed throughout the bathroom. His eyes dragged over your blurry body as the shower doors were not so clear to allow him to see all details of your body. He was basically drooling at the sight. His cock had instantly grown to full length straining against his damp sweatpants making his print more noticeable to see. You run your hands over your body from your chest to your thighs and back over your backside. He has to do something he

can’t stand it anymore he wanted those to be his rough calloused hands running over your silk caramel skin. He pulls his sweatpants off in almost one swift movement, boxers right with them. His manhood springing out and slapping his abs as he does so. He bites his lower lip and slowly steps towards the shower, he very quietly slides the door open and steps in.

You feel a quick feeling of cold air as your rinsing the conditioner out of your hair and body wash off your body. You get the feeling someone is watching you and you stop dancing. You’ve watched too many scary movies to not know this feeling. You open your eyes but to your surprise your roommate, the drop dead sexy Katsuki stands in front of you. You stare into his red eyes that are glazed in lust as he finally speaks up and says, “May I join you?” You’re speechless as you think maybe this is just another wild daydream. His eyes trail down your body following the few remaining soap duds as the flow off your skin to the shower floor. Your cheeks turn a bright shade of red as you then clutch over your breast and cup a hand over your hairless sex. He chuckles lowly and slowly reaches out to grab your arms and pull them away. His chuckle sends vibrations straight to your core as he says, “I just wanted to thank you for the cup of coffee but after seeing the way you can move I couldn’t resist.” He pulls your arms away from your body and you hesitate in letting him but them start to drop them away from you as you’re more confident in your body than what you used to be. He runs his hand down your arm to your hand and brings it to his chest. You let out a shaky breath and start to stutter out, “k-k-Katsuki, is this, real?” A huge grin spreads across his face and he takes your other hand away from your sex and brings it to his. Your eyes snap down to where your hand lays looking at the massive cock that your hand now rest on. He lets another a low growl type groan and steps closer leaning to your ear and whispers, “THIS is real. All of this is real, and it’s about time.” Your nipples harden and you drag your eyes away from the too good to be true masterpiece and look into his red orbs. He now looks you in your face and leans his forehead to yours, “I’ve wanted you for so long and I’ve waited until I could take you and call you mine. You’re body is so perfect, you are so perfect. I can’t hold it in anymore. I want to fuck your tight little pussy and mark you as mine. Make you forget about any other man on this whole planet.” You clench at the words he says and your breathing has now turned into shallow breaths. You run your opposite hand down his chest feelings every dip of his abs and you start to shift your other hand grasping his dick. He sucks in a breath and closes his eyes you step into your tip toes and are so close to his lips you can feel his breath fanning your face. What leaves your mouth next takes him by total surprise. “Take me.”

Your lips clash together in a rough much needed kiss. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip asking for entrance as you open and let him in. Both of you twisting your tongues around in a swirl of mixed saliva as his hands reach around and take a firm grasp of your cheeks he got a perfect peek of while you reached for your mug earlier that morning. You moan into his mouth as he pushed you against the shower wall pushing his chest against your as your breast smashes into him. He leaves your mouth to trail kisses down your jaw and your neck until he finds your sweet spot. You start pumping at his erect cock as his finger swipes at your already soaked sex. He sucks and nibbles at the sweet spot on your neck creating a bruise as your sweet moans now fill the bathroom. He pulls away with a pop to give you a devious smirk and says “you’re already so wet for me huh you little slut” his words send goosebumps all over your body. He kneels down to the shower floor pulling his twitching manhood from your grip precum dripping from his red fiery head. He takes a nipple into his mouth as he twist the other with his opposite hand between his pointer finger and his thumb harshly pulling as he gently bites in the other. He leaves your nipples to leave a trace of bruises along your breast to show he and only him has been there. Has seen and tasted your caramel mounds. Your twisting your hips in a similar way as to when you were dancing but now in an urgency to have your needs met by this tease in front of you. As if he can read your mind he brings a hand up to rub the clit in a circular fast motion as he takes your nipple back into his mouth sucking hard and letting it pop out of his mouth. The lewd sound makes you whimper and he looks up at you through dangerous dark eyes “tell me what you want” you whimper as he starts to slow with your clit though you can feel your release building. You look down at him as he tweaks your nipple instead of sucking pulling and twisting. “I want you katsuki” “what do you want from me” “I want you to fuck me katsuki” he stands up abruptly and twist you around all in one quick second. He runs his long thick cock between your wet ass cheeks watching as the water continues to hit your back. You push into him arching your back hoping he’d finally give you what you needed desperately instead he pulls his cock away beginning to fist himself. You were about to look over your should as you feel a harsh slap land to your bottom. You let out a squeak as it took you by complete surprise. “You like that” you nod your head yes vigorously. Then another harsh slap this one hard than the last, “I said do you like that” you shake your head yes furiously as you barely can raise your voice high enough “y-y-yes katsuki please more” he rubs his hand over your now pink-red cheeks and dips his finger into your slick. You moan out as he sinks his single digit into your welcoming warm hole. “Your so tight” he groans and he grows impatient as he slides another finger in. He wraps his other hand around your chest caging your breast in with his forearm. He’s ready to sink into you but knows he has to give you time to adjust or he’ll split you open. He continues to pump his two fingers in and out of your slick as clench around him. Your shallow quick breaths let him know you’re close to your release. Just as he feels you about to cum he pulls his fingers out. Tears burning at the sides of your eyes you let your head drop and look at the shower floor where water, your slick and his precum mix. You let out a small growl and say “stop teasing me bakugou” he then releases his hold from around you and moves behind you pushing your chest to the shower wall. He wraps his hand around your curls and pulls hard pulling your face up so he can look at you. You look up into his red vermillion eyes as he peers down at you with somewhat of a scold. “I’ll guess I’ll have to fuck that bratty attitude out of you.” You don’t have time to respond before he’s shoving his length into you. You gasp and his hand leaves your hip where he was holding you to

put himself in and now wraps it around your throat his other hand never leaving the vice grip on your hair. The tears are now streaming down the sides of your face as you feel him stretching you open. He smirks, “that’s only have teddy bear.” He then shoves the remaining half in bottoming out in your sweet pussy. You open your mouth in a silent moan and your tongue hangs out as your eyes roll back. Katsuki loves seeing you like this, falling apart on his dick he already feels like filling you up with his seed. He slowly starts to pull out knowing he won’t last long. He rams back into you and continues the same movements. You’re moans are now louder than the music you have streaming. Your mouth still hanging open he then spits into it and you swallow not having any other choice. The action only makes you wetter as you gush around him. Katsuki let’s go of your curls to bring his hand down to start circling your clit bringing you back to your high from earlier. He moves his hand from your throat and drags it down your spine to the dip in your back and presses down making you arch further. He slaps your ass hard leaving a hand print. “Who’s pussy is this”

“Y-y-yours Katsuki.”

“Who’s little slut are you”

“Y-y-yours katsuki”

“Dynamight, call me dynamight”

You clench around him your orgasm rising quickly as he plays with your clit more agressive. He shuts his eyes tightly as his thrusts are turning sloppy. Your tightness is bringing him close and very fast. He runs his thumb down your crack and slowly pushes it to your ass as your both reaching your high. You let out a moan as he pushes his thumb into you. The pleasure of him rubbing your clit and filling both your holes sends you over the edge. “Dynamight!!” You scream as you cum so hard you feel like you might pass out. You cover him in your juices. Katsuki couldn’t hold on anymore as you squirted all over him and your legs start to shake. He couldn’t choose to paint you like a masterpiece or fill you with his seed but at this point it’s too late. He puts both hands on your hips and slams into you with his last remaining thrusts as you scream his hero name. He hits your cervix and paints your walls with his release. You both slump together.

He slowly pulls out of you and watches his cum drip out onto the shower floor. He runs a hand through his wet blonde mess of his hair and lets out a deep breath. You’re still trying to recuperate from everything that just happened your mind spinning. Katsuki seems concerned, you haven’t moved from the same spot. He hooks a finger underneath your chin and brings you to look at him. Him in all his glory. He smiles at you. “So will you be Dynamight’s girl?”

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scriptmedic · 3 years ago

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The Writer's Guide to Blood Donation Part 1: Typical Donation

Content Warning: This post contains numerous references to needles and blood.

Sometimes in our stories, our characters are going to need to give blood. Whether it’s to help an injured family member or a wounded comrade, one of the ways your characters can show their heroism is by giving of themselves, their literal lifeblood, to help another.

Blood donation can also be a way to “save the cat,” a positive act that demonstrates that our character is a kind, compassionate person that the reader should like.

There are two types of blood donation that I’m going to talk about. This post will discuss a typical blood donation, where the character’s blood is tested, a set quantity is drawn off, and the blood is banked. This can be a directed donation for a specific person, typically done in a hospital, or an undirected donation in which a character donates blood for a bank to use later, which is likely to be done at a blood drive.

The second post, which we’ll talk about in the near future, is a person-to-person transfusion, in which one character’s vein is linked to another’s. This is a far more dangerous scenario which is only done in emergencies in an austere environment where hospitals, and blood banks, are not an option.

What Are the Minimum Standards for Donation?

To donate blood, a character must….

Weigh at least 110 lbs (50kg)

Be at least 17 years of age

Have not donated whole blood in the last 56 days (8 weeks)

Be feeling well and healthy

Not be taking antibiotics, aspirin related products, or blood thinners

Not be a male who has had sex with another male in the last year. (The American Red Cross and FDA advocate that gender is self-identified; the ARC has a whole page about LGBT donors located here.)

Full eligibility requirements for the American Red Cross are found here.

What’s the Process Like?

The process for a typical blood donation looks like this:

The character registers with an intake person. Often they’re offered a “gimme” as an incentive to sign up and donate, such as lip balm or a small book. They’re given a ticket (or have a donor card), which is scanned by a barcode reader.

They answer a very, very detailed questionnaire, which asks everything from their height and weight, whether a male character has had sex with other men ever, which countries they’ve visited in what timeframe, or whether they’ve ever had a graft of their meninges. These days this is done on a tablet.

The donor will then wait to see an intake nurse, who performs a few checks. They get their blood pressure taken, their pulse taken, and a fingerstick is performed to check the blood’s concentration (hematocrit).

The donor will then wait to actually go and donate. When they go in, the nurse taking the blood will ask which arm the donor prefers; usually donors prefer their non-dominant arm.

The donor will lie down on a cot. The nurse will prepare the supplies, affix pre-printed labels to the bags, and check the character’s name and date of birth.

The nurse will place a blood pressure cuff on the arm above the selected donation site, which is usually the bend of the elbow, and partially inflate the cuff. The character will be given something to squeeze; a rubber or foam stress ball or a roll wrapped in paper is typical.

The nurse will insert the needle into the vein, hopefully on the first attempt and hopefully without “fishing.” The needle is fairly large, a 16ga (the smallest IV needle in common use is a 24ga, the largest is a 14ga). and is taped into position. The entry site will be covered with a small piece of gauze and taped down.

The blood is first sent into a series of tubes for testing. After the vials are drawn, the blood goes down one tube into a small pouch, which is where it’s available to draw from in the blood bank to test for compatibility with recipient blood. After that, blood begins to fill the actual donation bag, which is 500mL in size (or about a pint). During this process the character will be encouraged to squeeze their fist every 5-10 seconds to help improve blood flow.

Blood donation is timed, for reasons I’m not quite sure of. A healthy donor with good vasculature might complete their donation in about 5-6 minutes, while someone with worse veins might complete theirs in 8-10 minutes.

Once the donation is complete, the nurse will clamp off the line, retract the needle, and ask the donor to put pressure on the gauze over their insertion site. The nurse will then get a piece of stretchy, self-stick material known in the biz by its original trade name Vetrap, and roll it around the insertion site. The bandage sticks to itself, theoretically not to skin, and can come in a number of colors; on my last donation, it was teal.

The character will be instructed not to bend over or lift heavy objects for at least 2 hours, to not remove the Vetrap for at least 6 hours, and to increase fluid intake over the next 2 days to compensate for the lost blood volume. They’ll be allowed to lie still if the character feels faint, or sent to sit for a few minutes and recover if they feel well enough to walk. Most donation sites offer juice, water, and snacks — especially cookies — to help restore fluid volume and sugar to the bloodstream.

How Does Blood Donation Feel?

This will vary from donor to donor. Genetic males, and those with larger bodies, typically have a slightly higher blood volume than genetic females, and thus tend to tolerate significant blood loss (such as donation) better, but the effects of donation can be felt by anyone.

It’s very common for donor characters to feel dizzy, lightheaded, or nauseous after a donation. Headaches are quite frequent, and the donor might feel a need to sit down for a prolonged period after the fact. The character might simply feel fine after donation.

Remember that this is fiction, so the effects you choose are up to you. Sometimes the effects are felt more severely the next day than the day of the donation.

It’s common for the needle site to bruise significantly, particularly if the vein was small or the nurse was inexperienced and had to “fish” for a vein. This will start almost immediately after donation and will continue to worsen for an hour or two, then will fade over several days to a week.

So that’s a pretty standard blood donation! Next time in Part 2 we’ll discuss how donor-to-recipient, or direct transfusion works, and how your characters can make it work in dire circumstances!

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glassbxttless · 3 years ago

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Paterson x f!Reader

Fluffmas Day 2: Christmas Gifts

Word Count: 1,021

Warnings: none

Paterson is up too late, his candy cane striped pajama bottoms are pooled around his knees as he sits cross legged in the quiet glow of multi-colored Christmas lights. He’s got wrapping paper, scotch tape, and a bag of multicolored bows open beside him. He’s tried for so long to keep this a secret. Every gift he’s collected and hid from you since July is sitting in front of him, ready to be wrapped and stacked under the tree.

He’s got glitter covering his lap from the candy striped wrapping paper he’s placed down. Paterson’s wrapping isn’t the neatest, isn’t the prettiest, but you’ve always loved the way he wraps. The jumbles at the top, the weird strings tied around in the strangest looking bows you’ve ever seen. His heart smiles brightly, wrapping that pretty framed poster of the two of you from the three Christmas’ you’ve already shared together. And each year he grows fonder, warmer, makes it harder to think he could ever be without you. His heart squeezes in excitement every time he thinks of you opening that personalized wine bottle, the one he’s sure you’ll giggle as you drink and then display the empty glass on the mantle.

He thinks that you’ll enjoy the body scrub he’s picked out after hearing how much you say that you needed it. He stacks up each gift and places them under the tree, labeling them with a Love, Paterson right on the top. He hums quietly, hearing the cat roll overtop of the loose trimmings of wrapping paper. And he takes a look over at the bed in your studio, to make sure you’re still sleeping and he’s being as quiet as he can be.

You’ve done your Christmas shopping early, picked out the nicest journals for Pat. Personalized paintings on the inside covers with his name printed right through the middle. He would absolutely love them and you knew that he would. He would get the prettiest smile on his face, run his fingers over specially pressed vegan leather, he would untie the straps and flip open the pages. He would look over at you after opening the gifts and he would smile and hug you as tightly as he could. But you’re asleep now, your gifts stacked under the tree so neatly while he finishes wrapping up his.

And on Christmas morning, Paterson’s arm is wrapped tightly around your waist. The snow is falling outside of your New Jersey studio, the radiator is working overtime to keep your apartment warm. The cat is wrapped up in a ball on the windowsill. You feel Paterson’s lips on the back of your neck, humming quietly as he rubs your hip. “Good morning, dove.” He mumbles quietly. “Merry Christmas.”

You open your eyes, stretching and taking in the quiet morning that you’re sharing together. “Merry Christmas.” You mumble softly, sitting up in bed. The matching candy cane pajamas are clinging to your bodies as you clamber out of the sheets to collect your gifts for one another. Paterson smiles at you brightly, holding his gifts in his lap as you begin to open the things he’s gotten for you. The things he’s put so much thought into. You grin, thanking him for each one. You’ll hang the poster right above your bed, use your plants to place around them.

And when Paterson opens his journals, his eyes start to water. He looks at the P pressed in that leather. His heart starts to feel like it’s growing three sizes. Warm and fuzzy and full of love. He knows how much you’ve always supported him and he’s so happy to have found you so early in his life. He opens the inside of the first journal, the one with the worn brown cover. He sees the painting of flowers and leaves on the inside, his name in the nicest calligraphy right across the pages. And he really can’t wait to sit at the front of his bus and scribble words to new poems across the clean white expanse of the paper.

You smile as you watch him, he reaches over for a pen. And maybe he scratches down one of the quickest love poems he’s ever had come to him. He writes about the color of your eyes and how they light up with just the perfect amount of holiday cheer. He writes about the way the stars align and how you get to kiss under the mistletoe each time you two pass the island in the kitchen. His whole heart bursts with each word he writes down on the page.

You sit and smile at one another, enjoying each other’s presence as the cat plays with the new toys you two had gotten for him. Your hearts are growing larger and larger with the spirit of the holidays. “This was so thoughtful, dove.” Paterson smiles at you. “I love the gifts, I can’t believe you put so much thought into them… just for me,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “It really means a lot to me.”

You smile brightly, heart eyes as you lean in to kiss the tips of his ears. “I love you, P.” You mumble, rubbing his shoulder. “I love everything you picked out for me. It must have taken a lot of thought and preparation to find some of these things.” You say softly, eyes filled with admiration. Paterson smiles again and your heart starts to soar.

Paterson starts to pick up the discarded wrapping paper, and maybe he stashes one of the With Love, Dove tags in his pocket for his memory box. With every gift and every stolen kiss, Christmas starts to get a little sweeter. Every year gets a little bit better and Paterson thanks every star in the sky every day. He thinks about marrying you. A holiday wedding. A Christmas wedding. And as he watches you hang your favorite gift you’ve received— he knows for sure that this is one of the most special days he ever gets to share with you. And he knows he can’t pass up the opportunity.

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werenotadulting · 3 years ago

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Routine Procedure - Finale

Author's note - Hope you enjoyed!

Part 7 - Kate

If you'd asked her, Kate wouldn't have been able to tell what exactly had gotten her interested in it.

Maybe it was the idea of the power dynamic. She had always been one of those girls labeled as 'bossy' growing up, which was a misogynistic way of saying that she wasn't afraid to speak up and speak her mind.

Or maybe it was the subversion of expectations of a traditional relationship that did it for her. The idea that she was the one in control, the one making all the decisions.

Maybe it was the fact that it was so taboo and kinky that appealed to her. It didnt really matter, whatever the reason.

Kate was into being a Mommy Domme, and Kate found nothing hotter than having a diapered little bitch boy to call her own.

The ultimate fantasy was teaching the boy to love and trust his diapers. Make him associate orgasming with wet diapers and diaper changes. Create a leaking "accident" in public so he learns that while thicker diapers might increase the risk of being noticed, they save you from the embarrassment of wet pants.

Of course, she had considered bringing up her desires to Mike, but based off of past experiences, she didn't want to chance it. Mike was just too perfect of a guy to risk blowing it like that.

She had always been the dominant one in bed, with Mike eagerly submitting to her every whim, so she knew they were sexually compatible. It had never gone past light bondage though, and Kate was starting to get an itch that handcuffs and blindfolds just wouldn't scratch.

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It had come up entirely by chance, one day while she was scrolling through an obscure ABDL forum.

The post read: "Biomedical engineer here, and I think I've figured out a way to induce instant, semi-permanent incontinence."

The post was over 3 days old, and only had two comments on it. The first was from a mod, basically saying to take everyone's posts with a grain of salt. The second was from the OP, about 24 hours after the original post.

"I know it sounds like a fantasy, but I'm pretty confident it will work. I've had a career in medical devices for the last 8 years, specializing in the urology space. I don't want to get too deep into the details on here, so just PM me of you're interested."

Kate rolled her eyes.

Everyone in this community is so hooked on the 'I want to be instantly incontinent' thing, and all it ever ends up being is some silly fap content, she thought to herself.

"You know what, let's feed the troll and see what bites," she muttered.

Liv2DomU: ok spill, what's your magical method?

PrinceOfPadding: this for you, or someone else?

Liv: hypothetically, let's say it's for a boyfriend

Prince: Ahh okay. Very interesting. Well, like I said, I've worked in med device for awhile, and I've recently started my own company. I primarily work in the urology space, catheters, scopes, that kind of stuff.

Liv: hmm hate to break it to u bud, but catheters kinda already exist

Prince: oh sure, catheters exist, but my idea is to bridge the catheter world with the stent world

Liv: sounds idk...sketchy? illegal?

As she read more, Kate was beginning to think that this guy might not be as full of crap as she had initially thought. He had his own start-up, which had already launched a Foley catheter to the market. It was all above-board and legit.

Prince: so, for the aspiring incontinent-person-to-be, the ring is positioned with a catheter, and stays in place once the Foley is removed. Then overtime, probably a month at minimum, depending on the chemical makeup and customer desire, the ring breaks down and is naturally absorbed into the body. And they all sign a consent form saying they accept the risks of such a procedure.

Liv: so then once it's dissolved they are back to being being able to control their bladder?

Prince: that's the theory, yes

Liv: theory?

Prince: well, dissolvable stent technology present state takes like 18 months to break down, and the manufacturing of it is patented and kept under lock and key

Liv: so basically all you have to offer is a catheter lol

Prince: well no. I've got some good leads on dissolvable compounds, but I've got to do trials of the rings first to see if it would even work. I've promised free diapers for the first few months if people sign up, but it's been hard to get subjects

Liv: so these trial rings wouldn't dissolve?

Prince: nope

Liv: meaning my hypothetical boyfriend would be....?

Prince: permanently diaper dependent, yeah

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In the end Kate was curious enough that she was willing to hear the guy out.

He'd asked for a mailing address and her phone number. The first was to send proof that his company was real, and the second was just to keep in contact should she decide to proceed.

It all made sense, at least in theory. Foley catheters were safe, provided they were inserted by a trained healthcare professional. A normal person would get a normal catheter just like everyone else. But an ABDL would be signing up for what was essentially an intentionally faulty catheter.

Assuming they knew they were willingly signing up for it.

When asked about 'accidental' ring implants, Prince had basically said, hey, people really need to learn to read the fine print.

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I walked out to the mailbox. I've been expecting test results back from the scan I'd had a few weeks back. Opening up the box, I noticed a large envelope with my hospital's address on the front.

About time, I thought, grabbing the envelope and the rest of the mail.

I walked back into the house, where Kate was making herself a cup of tea.

"Anything good in the mail?" she asked, taking a sip from her mug.

I listed them aloud as I started to flip though the mail, "Looks like some junk mail, an internet bill, a brochure for some UroVention medical thing, and last but not least, my test results."

I dropped the rest of the mail on the counter and started to open up my scan results. As I was reading, Kate walked over and began sorting through the other mail.

"Oh good, they said it's benign, but they're still worried about the location. They're recommending removal, just to be on the safe side."

"Removal for something benign? That sounds odd, but whatever," Kate said, tucking something into her back pocket.

"I'm not too worried. It sounds like it should be a pretty routine procedure."

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Part 8 - Mike

I sat down on the couch, my diaper squishing underneath me. Kate had taken to putting two stuffers in my diaper, even though these Tykables could already hold a lot. The warm, comforting feeling of my wet diaper started to turn me on, just like it did every time I realized how wet I was or if I was about to get a change. Not that I could do anything about it, though.

I flipped open the laptop and signed in. It would probably be a good hour before Kate got back from the store. Apparently I was being downgraded from sippy cups to bottles.

Once logged in, I noticed that the screen was still up to the site where Kate had last been. It was another diaper order, this time a case of Megamaxes. I felt my cheeks start to heat up, seeing that Kate had chosen the pink color for the whole case.

I opened up a private window, and navigated to KinkLink. My profile on here was pretty bare. It always had been, just containing my age, gender, and some basic interests. I hadn't even bothered to post a picture when I set it up. I preferred to look at other people's profiles rather than post things of my own.

I was always intrigued by people's locations and how close they were to where I lived. One such person who I came back to check the posts of daily was a mommy domme, who it happened lived in my town. Her first posts, from nearly three years ago, were what had first caught my attention.

'Every night I dream about finding my perfect diaper slut. He will wake up to me rubbing his thick, soggy padding, the little bedwetter that I turned him into.'

'Picture this: You, in a wet diaper and nothing else. Me, in my black lingerie with a strap on. Do I have any volunteers?'

'Have no doubt, if you date me, it's diapers forever. There's no "only at home" or "but my parents are coming over". Maybe I'll just find a way to make you incontinent. Then you won't have an excuse.'

And then there were the pictures. She never would show her face, but she didn't need to.. She wasn't lying about the black lingerie. It left very little to the imagination. Then the next picture, where the bra came off, and she was just in her lacy panties, her pierced nipples and tattoos on display. Maybe it was the octopus tattoo on her arm, my favorite animal, that made her stick out to me.

But there was one post that I always came back to and was entranced by. It was a picture of her holding an ABU Kiddo, right below her breasts. She wasn't wearing any clothing.

'Aww baby, did you wet the bed? I think we should probably put you in some protection.'

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I stood in line at the coffee shop. It wasn't too busy for a Tuesday at 9 a.m., only two people were ahead of me. As the first person in line got her coffee and the second lady stepped up to place her order, I checked my phone. Still a half hour before I needed to be at work, I had some time to sit and enjoy my drink. I got my usual and went off to a booth in the corner.

"Excuse me, but do you happen to know what the Wi-Fi password is here?"

I looked up to see the woman who had been in front of me in line.

"Oh um, yeah it's....oh I think they just changed it. Try 'PINTO'. They always pick some sort of bean, I think they find it amusing, but it's never a coffee bean..." I trailed off.

She smiled, "Oh thank you so much, yeah I'll try that."

My mouth fell open is shock.

"I uhhh...I like your tattoo," I said. "They're my, um, favorite animal."

"Oh mine too! Isn't the octopus, like, the coolest animal?"

"D-definitely. Hey, would you like to sit with me? I'm just hanging out while I wait for work. My name is Mike by the way."

"That sounds really nice. Thank you, Mike. I'm Kate."

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malfoymxnor · 4 years ago

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𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

➤ pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff reader

➤ summary: every year, you bake christmas cookies for your friends. after you seeing a sad draco malfoy sitting alone, you can’t help but give him your last batch despite being enemies.

➤ words: 1.9k

➤ a/n: you don’t have to be in hufflepuff to relate to being y/n, i just wrote it this way! get ready for some major fluff y’all

It was finally the most wonderful time of the year, at least according to you: Christmas. Christmas always symbolized the happiest moments of your life. Your most cherished memories included sitting around the tree back home with your family and watching your family’s faces light up as they open presents. You always tried your best to spread that familiar joy to those around at Hogwarts.

That’s why, for the sixth year in a row, you planned to bake Christmas themed sugar cookies and hand them out to your large group of friends. This task seemed simple enough, and it was for your first couple years at the magical school. However, now your once close knit group of friends had grown tremendously. Now, it was practically a whole night’s work to bake these cookies on time.

That’s what led you to risk breaking Hogwarts’ very clear rules. Ever since the threat of war with You-Know-Who, it was strictly prohibited for any students to be wandering the corridors after dark. Seeing as you had no time after classes and assignments to bake and tomorrow would be the last day before winter break, you had no choice but to break the rules. It may be silly or childish to risk getting in severe trouble just to bake cookies, but disappointing your friends was not an option.

At least you’re a Hufflepuff and your common room was near the kitchens.

Not even 30 minutes after the sunset, you found yourself sneaking into the school’s kitchen and setting on your mission. You left the lights off, whispering “Lumos” and allowing your wand to be your source of light. You set your wand on one of the marble kitchen counters, getting out the bowls and ingredients you would need.

Time seemed to pass in a blur. You made it a point to make as little noise as possible. The last thing you needed after all was Professor Snape to find you in the kitchens. The thought of getting caught sends chills down your spine, nevertheless one of the professors you absolutely feared finding you.

You took out the largest bowl you could find in the cupboards and rolled up your yellow and black robe before beginning to work. This was a (Y/L/N)’s family recipe and didn’t need a written record of the recipe, it’s one you have been making with your parents since practically birth. You combined the flour, baking powder, and salt in the bowl, your thoughts practically running a mile a second as you worked.

You were aware that if this was any other witch or wizard baking, they would simply use magic. Maybe that was the smartest way to do this, especially with the need to get out of the kitchen as soon as possible to avoid punishment. The thought did cross your mind, but what was the fun in it? You adored magic in every way, but you also carried love in doing things the Muggle way sometimes. There was something so simple in baking a dessert from your own hands. It was perhaps like a potions class, except without Professor Snape sneering over your shoulder and telling you every mistake you’re making.

Next, you used a whisk to beat together some butter and sugar, eventually adding eggs and vanilla extract after the mixture was completely smooth. You added the dry ingredients to the wet, smiling to yourself as the dough formed into the exact consistency you needed for some tasty cookies.

You rolled the dough enough so it was a thin sheet that laid out in front of you, before cutting it with various shapes of cookie cutters. Your friends were definitely being spoiled this year, not that you minded, one of the greatest joys was surprising your friends with small gifts. In the end, there were sheets full of cookies shaped in trees, snowmen, gingerbread houses, presents. You even managed to find a cookie cutter in the shape of a mug filled with Butterbeer from Hogsmeade.

While you baked the cookies and prepared the icing, you couldn’t stop your thoughts from wondering yet again. You made a mental list of all the friends you would need to be sure to see before the day ends. There was the Golden Trio, Ginny, Luna, several friends from Hufflepuff.

One person you were so sure that was not getting cookies was the one and only Draco Malfoy. You truly did not hate a single soul, but you held a distaste for the young man. You weren’t sure why, but ever since Year 1, he has set it out to make it a nightmare for the entire Hufflepuff house. He often called your house an embarrassment to Hogwarts, the weakest house by far. How a person could be filled with so much hate shocked you.

A soft ding pulled your thoughts away from the platinum blond, signaling that they were done and needed to be pulled out of the multiple ovens Hogwarts had provided. You let them cool to the side while you began to work on the frosting. Your mind couldn’t help but focus on Malfoy, for whatever reason. A part of you strongly disliked him, but a part of you have always wondered why he acts the way he does. You’re aware his family is one of the most powerful magic families in the world, but that doesn’t make him better than you or any of your friends. So, what reason could he think of to justify his behavior?

Time seemed to blur after the cookies had cooled down enough for you to decorate them. Ever since you were a child, this was always your favorite part of the process. You had the chance to be creative with how you designed the cookie. It truly brought the cookie to life, it seemed. Your years of decorating experience has allowed you to really master the craft, creating unique designs that only a professional baker may be able to pull off.

At the end of the process, you had multiple dozens of bags filled with cookies of all shapes and sizes, labeled neatly with the recipient’s name printed on them. You filled a wooden basket with the bags, finally allowing yourself to breathe. It was a close call, but you managed to bake the cookies before dawn. You ended the night with flour covered hands, but you hardly minded. You took a moment to look at the time on a clock near the oven and a soft gasp escaped your lips.

Was it really 7:45 in the morning? You had Potions at 8, which was halfway across the castle. If you had any hope of getting there on time, you had to leave now.

With a quick flick of your wand, you set the kitchen in order. It looked as if no one was in there the entire time. You rushed out of the kitchens towards the main corridor, down the steps towards the potions classroom.

The day seemed to pass in a blur as well. Perhaps it was because it was the last day before winter break, but it seemed as if you blinked and you were already at dinner with your friends. You decided today to sit with Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. It wasn’t unusual for you to do so, however, most of the time you sat at the Hufflepuff table. The only reason you tended to avoid the Gryffindor table like the plague was because it was right next to the Slytherin table. You refused to let Malfoy ruin Christmas for you.

You handed bags out to the three friends in front of you, laughing to yourself as Ron abandoned his chicken leg to practically tear up the delicate cookie bag. Harry thanked you for the desserts and stored them in his pockets, while Hermione complimented you on the fascinating designs you made with the frosting.

As you talked to Hermione, you felt a pair of eyes on you, although you couldn’t pinpoint where from. Your eyes broke from Hermione’s and glanced around the room, until they landed on a boy sitting at the Slytherin table.

You immediately recognized him as Draco Malfoy due to the infamous hair color. He sat in his black and emerald school robes, his eyes wondering about the room as he sat alone. It was quite a strange sight, he was the leader of his usual friend group in fact. However, today, it was as if that friend group disappeared in front of his very eyes. He sat with his cheek leaning against his pale hand, sadness apparent in his icy gray eyes. Once he realized he had been caught staring, his eyes darted back to his lap, where he had to pretend to read one of the many books in the library.

Perhaps it was the Hufflepuff in you, but you felt immediate sympathy for him. You hardly consider him an acquaintance, let alone a friend, but it was hard for you to watch someone in despair and not do something to cheer them up. Without even thinking about how this would look or any of the backlash you may face with your friends, you took the last batch of cookies you made just for yourself and made your way to the Slytherin table.

Seating yourself right across from the Slytherin Prince, you slid the bag of cookies across the table to him. His eyes rose to yours as he realized he was no longer alone.

“Draco.” You said softly, biting your lip. Being around someone this infamous tended to make you nervous, much more than you thought. You eventually managed to bring yourself to make eye contact. You could have melted into those eyes and you would not have known.

He raised his eyebrow, a bit confused as to why you were sitting in front of him with cookies on the table. “Y/N?” was all he could manage to spit out.

“I, uhm..” You shook your head slightly, trying to steady your heartbeat and remain focus on the mission. “I was sitting with my friends and noticed you were alone. Every year I make cookies for my friends, I had an extra bag and thought maybe it could cheer you up.”

For a moment, Draco forgot any sense of despair he had about becoming a Death Eater due to the pressure of his family, and the mission he had been charged with. It was a stupid bag of Christmas cookies, but it may have been the kindest thing anyone could have done for him. He felt himself sitting up straighter, a small smirk coming to his face. He felt as if he could trust the stranger in front of him, for whatever reason.

“Thank you.” He looked up at you once again, before tearing a corner from the page in his book and pulling out a quill. He wrote down a couple lines and folded it up, handing it to you. “I’ve never received a gift that came with no cost to me. Please, look at this when you have the chance, alright?”

You took the paper and nodded, not sure what to do with the feelings coming over you. Before you could say anything more, Draco stood from his seat and gathered his things. He took a bite from a snowman shaped cookie and with a smile on his face, nodded to you and walked away.

Unfolding the paper in your hands, it read:

The Malfoy Manor

Wiltshire, England

Write to me this break. I’m intrigued.

Malfoy

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #hp #hp imagine #hp imagines #draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n

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theepisceswriter · 4 years ago

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congrats on 300 🙈 may i request prompt #80 with reader & gojo?? thank u bae <3

300 MILESTONE EVENT.

Prompt #80:.“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“Surprise!”

The sorcerer didn’t even allow you to make it all the way through the door of your shared apartments before he was assaulting you with confetti balls that sprinkled down into your hair, something you would chastise him for later, and the abrupting sound of cheap whistles infiltrating your ears. There was a jump to your movements when you first arrived, startled by the sudden bursts and light and noise coming from Gojo, but that startled emotion was soon replaced with a warmth that grew in your chest at the sight of your boyfriend’s fabric clad eyes, his lips curled up at the corners into a smirk that was only a couple of inches away from a full-fledged smile. ‘Happy, happy birthday to you my dear y/n!”

Decorations, presents, and store-bought cake sitting on the table aside, just Gojo’s presence in the living room came as a complete surprise. It had been a little over 2 weeks since you had last seen him in the flesh and bone. The duties of his job taking away from the quality time between you two once more and sending him away halfway across the country right around the time frame of your birthday.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it in time back for your birthday, princess.”

It’s not like you had anything planned out in advance for the two of you, wanting nothing more than to spend some alone time with the man you loved for once and maybe even a couple of the friends you had met through him if the opportunity arose. But still, his words made your heartache with an indescribable pain that could only be soothed with the presence of your lover, something you wouldn’t be able to have on a day you craved it the most. You should be used to it at this point, having dealt with the fast-paced life of Gojo Satoru for some years by now, but that didn’t mean each situation wasn’t as painful as the last. It was the reason why you went the whole day with a fake smile at work, accepting gifts and happy birthday wishes as you masqueraded your true feelings of disappointment and sadness.

But all that changed the moment you stepped foot into the living room to observe the poorly strung up decorations in your favorite color that adorned the walls, turning to Gojo with a toothy smile on your lips that stretched across your whole face as you ran to him and engulfed him in a bear hug the moment your shock had worn off and it settled in your mind that his indeed was not a dream but reality.

“You fucker how dare you put me through a whirlwind of emotions like that?” “How long did you have this planned out?” “Who else knew about this?” Your questions spilled out with each kiss you peppered his face with and all the sorcerer could do in return was accept each kiss with a chuckle, arms wrapping around your waist to lead you over to the table that had a display of gift bags on it. “I’ll answer all of those later but for right now…” He pushed your hips until you were right in front of the gift table facing all the bags on the table that each held a gift. “Open up your presents!”

“You are my greatest present.” You decided to sneak in cornily before reaching for the small purple gift bag that was closest to you. Inside the mostly hollow bag sat a birthday card and a medium-sized box that had the label of a jewelry company printed over it. Instinctively your hand reached for the birthday card thinking it was going to be one of those interactive ones that sang happy birthday to you or something with a lewd joke on the front, but instead, your eyes were met with the bold letters of ‘HAPPY 3RD BIRTHDAY’ with Paw Patrol characters occupying the front of the card for decoration purposes.

“What is this?....Why does this say happy 3rd birthday?” You muse with an amused chuckle, holding the card in his direction so he could see it clearly.

“Heh, who wants to be reminded of their true age on their birthday?” He shrugs lightly, grin still plastered on his lips from where he slants against the wall.

With the roll of your eyes, you quickly discard it to the side as you move on to the jewelry box next. Opening it up you were greeted with the sight of a silver chain that held a silver heart pendant with the initials ‘G.S’ carved into it in a cursive font. “It stops right at your heart.” Gojo spoke up, suddenly behind you as he moved your hair out of the way, a silent way of offering to put the necklace on for you. “So you’ll never have to be without me again.”

#ty babes I love the two of you sm thanks for always supporting !!#gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #300 Milestone Event.#gojo satoru fluff

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aliteama · 4 years ago

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Pranking Hc's with Gojo, Nobara & Itadori? BTW congrats on 100 followers! :D

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S/O pulling pranks with them

♡ A/N: Hello Anony!! For this one I wanted to make it longer than the event stuff so I just tagged it differently and switched up the layout ٩(•ᵕ•)

Gojo Satoru

♡ His number one victim is Nanami and throwing you into the mix makes the poor man never want to step on campus again, you guys would do things like switch out all the drinks in the vending machine to something he doesn’t like or sneak into his office and trap all his supplies in jell-o.

♡ The worst thing the two of you have done is flip Yagas office upside down when you guys were students, you both got detention for months but it was worth it to see his desk hanging from the ceiling.

♡ Gojo probably did little things like swapping out Geto and Shokos cigarettes for those realistic candy ones while you distracted them.

♡ Just because your his accomplice it doesn’t mean you get a pass, his favorite thing to do is wrap the doorway in plastic wrap at the crack of dawn so when your morning mind is all foggy you run into the blocked off entrance and get stuck.

♡ You once tried to retaliate and move his bed onto a lake while he was sleeping but he just ended up floating around for a bit and used it as an excuse to get out off work.

♡ Warm water heated your shaking bones, soap lathering your body in a mess of suds and bubbles to clean the grime that stuck to your skin from training. Reaching over to pick up the labeled bottle of shampoo you let a generous glob fall into your palms and that ran through your hair. With closed eyes you rinsed off tangled strands, red water pooling around your feet and dripping down your body. Eyes snapped open to crimson stained hands, mouth dropping as a scream escaped your lips.

“Are you ok?!” slamming the door open Gojo peeled the curtain back and let out a loud obnoxious laugh at your fearful expression, “Oops.. that was meant for Shoko”

Smacking a wet hand to his chest the water seeped through his uniform and a red hand print was left behind. Reaching back to grab the shampoo bottle you tugged at his damp uniform collar and let the soap stain his white hair that now bled red.

“Warn me next time period head!”

Nobara Kugisaki

♡ Never thinks her pranks through, she picks someone who looks like they could use a joke pulled on them then goes with the funniest thing she can come with, just silly things like tying together all the laces of their shoes or putting an airhorn under their seat.

♡ Loves to do that thing where you flip a cup filled with water over so the next person to walk by has to try to lift it without making a mess, her favorite person to do this to is Itadori because he always struggles to move the cup.

♡ Likes to take the gum out of the wrapper and put wasabi instead and she’ll just sit there and watch you chew on it until the burn kicks in but if you ever try to do it to her she just feels so betrayed.

♡ The worst prank she's done is freeze mentos in an ice tray and forget about it so when you decided to put ice in your soda her warning was too late, not allowed to go into the freezer without supervision anymore.

♡ Swinging a key around her finger you watched Nobara grip the doors handle before turning to you with a grimace, “Ok so here’s the thing. I don’t really know how to drive so this is a first time experience” with a nervous hand she swung the door open and seated herself in the drivers seat.

Making your way around to the passengers side you watched her grip the wheel and put the key in the ignition before bringing the engine to life, “If you crash I’m out of here” throwing a glare your way Nobara inched the car forwards, your head jerking every time her foot came off the gas.

Insisting she pull a prank on her childish teacher Nobara roped you along with her antics, driving his beloved car away from the school lot and taking it to a complex lot down the way. You knew it was a bad idea and the two of you would get in trouble but the excited gleam in her eyes when she had successfully snatched his car key had you rushing down the halls with her. Slowly but surely she had managed to move the car unscathed into a deserted lot with a proud smile on her face.

Too bad the two of you hadn’t realized that your dear Sensei had been holding onto Iijichi’s keys the whole time.

Itadori Yuji

♡ Every three weeks he declares prank wars on everyone and goes full out, says no teaming yet he’s always outside your door with puppy eyes and toilet paper rolls in his hands.

♡ Bought one of those fake spill plastics and puts it on Fushiguros papers whenever he leaves the room and Fushiguro does not find it amusing in the slightest, he’s so used to it by now that when water actually does spill he’s shocked to see its real.

♡ He has no limit, replaces toothpaste with mayonnaise, switches salt with sugar, makes the onions look like apples, puts poppers under the toilet seat, Itadoris a menace.

♡ Adding onto the salt and sugar thing he actually thinks its the funniest thing in the world when the lid is loose and salt spills all over your food, but when he sees your not laughing he feels bad and offers to replace your food.

♡ Likes to do cute little pranks too though like he’ll put confetti filled balloons in your room and cover the walls in sticky notes that have positive affirmations on them.

♡ Stepping into the bathroom to wash away the paint on your arms from Itadoris suprise color bombs you scrubbed furiously with the bar of soap that would not lather up, groaning in frustration you realized he had covered all the soap bars with nail polish. Settling for the soap dispenser which was luckily untouched you dried your hands before stepping out into the hallway, looking down the corridors to make sure you were out of your boyfriends vision.

Rushing into your room to avoid this weeks prank wars you were shocked to see he had attacked your room already, googly eyes placed on all your belongings and pillows arranged on your bed to make it look like someone was under the blanket.

“Yuji I swear if you jump scare me” quickly ripping the sheet off the bed you let out an anxious breath to see it really was just pillows.

A loud shriek sounded as Itadori grabbed onto your ankles from under the bed, a teasing grin on his face as he shimmied out and stood at full height, his clothes colored in paint and hair decorated with globs of glitter.

“I technically didn’t jump scare you” sticking his tongue out Itadori smashed an egg against your head, ribbons and sparkles making a mess all over your head and falling onto the floor.

But at least it wasn’t an actual egg like last time.

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