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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Look What You Made Me Do 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Curtis Everett, ceo!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The conference room is set. An array of desserts sprawl across the table on trays, carafes of tea and coffee, ewers of juice, and a large jug of water. There's only one thing missing, aside from your employees. The most basic of necessities.

You search around for one of the cafe workers in their all black attire, the logo the only snatch of brightness on their being; a plume of smoke that reads Everett's. A venue recommended by several of your company members though you preferred the more corporate chain. You approach the man with the buzzcut and stubble along his jaw as sets tongs on each tray.

“Hello,” you greet him, crossing your arms. His grey blue eyes flick down at the gesture and back up. He offers an expression short of a smile. “I'm just hoping you have some cutlery. Oh, and napkins.”

“They're in the truck,” he checks his watch as he gives the monotone answer.

“Shouldn't they be up here?” You insist.

He sighs, “we're setting up. One thing at a time.”

You're taken aback by his tone. You're not in the habit of being mean to service workers but you expect more than his dismissive manner. You poke your tongue into your cheek and tilt your head.

“I understand, there's no need to be hostile,” you reproach.

“I'm not,” he takes another lid off a tray, “I'm just stating facts. You'll get your forks and knives.”

You lift your nose up. You don't like this man. He is too gruff for this business.

“Hmmm, well, thank you. I'll be sure to tell your boss how helpful you were,” you take out your phone as your words drip with sarcasm, “and so bubbly and nice.”

You scroll through your recent numbers. This was a lot of work, the type you don't usually make. The whole event was your idea, to show some appreciation for your employees, but it's left you entirely exhausted.

You hit the number you've been going back and forth with over numbers and arrangements. You step away with a trite smile and turn your back. You wait as the phone rings. It answers on the first.

“Everett's,” the short response, in double.

You blanch and hesitate to say anything more. That's odd.

“Uh, hello, I'm from–” you begin and stop again as the odd echo eeks you out. You turn and face the man with his phone in hand, the screen showing the call on speaker.

“So, you forget to order something?” The man asks.

You squint and approach him step by step. You scoff, “huh.”

“Look, I'll get the forks, happy,” he pinches a set of tongues in front of you, “if there's anything missing, I'll be more than happy to refund it.”

Your mouth pinches in irritation, “right.”

“Curtis Everett,” he drops the tongs on a tray and offers his hand, greeting you by your name.

You look at his hand and reluctantly shake it. His grip is tight, almost painful. You pull away, hiding your discomfort.

“Ma'am,” he smirks and turns on his heel.

You stand, speechless, watching him strut out. ‘Ma'am’? You… you aren't that old. Your grays aren't that bad. Are they?

You strut around the table. The coffee smells great. You pour yourself a cup of the dark roast and blow over the top. You wander around and take a careful sip. It is great coffee, you have to admit. At least to yourself.

“Locally roasted,” Curtis declares as he enters with a box under his arm. “In house, just like all our products.”

“Mm,” you lower the cup, your lipstick stained on the rim.

He puts down a tray and starts to load in bamboo cutlery from the box, nearly sorting it into the different sections.

“Bamboo?” You frown.

“Biodegradable,” he says without looking up, “we are local and sustainable.”

“I don't want splinters,” you sniff.

“Well, you could just use your hands,” he shrugs. “Or are you too good for that too?”

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, lady, I didn't come here to be treated like a dog. I came here to make sure everything was set up properly. I'm a business owner and I'm sure you know that means I could be doing something more important.”

“You could,” you agree.

“But I'm here. I'd call that attentive service,” he insists and flips the flap shut on the box, “you have a good day, ma'am. Maybe try some decaf.”

He walks back out and once more leaves you glaring

As good as the coffee is, it's not worth that man's ego.

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #snowpiercer #drabble #series #au #look what you made me do

[hopeisour4letteredword]

[ID 1: A traditional sketchbook drawing of Apollo Justice from Ace Attorney, colored digitally. He is depicted full-body, curled up and tilting backwards as though tumbling. His legs are slightly splayed with heels off the floor, knees bent. Both arms wrap around one of his thighs. His shoulders and neck are hunched forward. He glances out-of frame with a concerned expression, hair spikes drooping. The background features several overlapping red boxes, tilted to offset each other and emphasize his instability. ID 2: A traditional sketchbook drawing of Klavier, colored digitally. He is depicted full-body, standing upright with one of his guitars. He smirks and winks at the viewer. One hand rests against the base of the guitar, curled to hold a pick, while the other brushes his hair away from his face flirtatiously. He wears a black tank-top with the Gavinners logo on the front, and black pants ripped to show skin in the thighs and knees. These tuck into knee-high black lace-up boots. He has on a purple overshirt in the color of his usual jacket, worn off-the-shoulder with sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. He has on his usual rings, as well as eyeliner and lipstick. The background shows a swooping line that forms a heart, colored in different shades of pink. /End ID]

#klavier gavin #apollo justice #ace attorney

[shadow-sandiego-shipping]

Daily Prompts - Day 2

The days gone by...

Carmen walked into the living room and saw Shadow-san and the twins looking over a mess of boxes, newspaper clippings, and what seemed like photographs.

"What's going on?" She asks.

Zack, who had been head deep in a cardboard box, perks up at the sound of her voice. "Carmen!" He stumbles a little trying to get up, almost tripping over a bunch of stuff, actually.

"Me and Ivy found a bunch of stuff from our childhood!" He explains.

Right, Carmen remembered Zack and Ivy had gone to Boston for a week.

Lately, Team Red hadn’t been busy at all. For some reason, VILE had been on the down low, and for a while now, the renovations for the Carmen Sandiego Brand Outhouse warehouse had been finished.

So the team had taken a little bit of time off.

Carmen had decided to visit Player in Canada, the twins (homesick) decided to stay in Boston for a week, and Shadow-san (after lots of reassurance) decided it wouldn't hurt to make a small trip to Japan.

Zack made his way over to Carmen, holding a bunch of photographs.

"Look! It's Ivy when we were little! Wasn't she a dork!?" He said between giggles and snorts, showing Carmen a picture with a little girl with freckles using what looked like an oversized mechanic outfit and holding a wrench way too big for her little hands. Muck covering her face and clothes.

"Aww, she looks cute in this." Carmen takes the pile of pictures from Zacks hands, skimming through the rest.

On the couch, Ivy, who had been showing Shadow-san an old album piped up. "Yeah, right! Come over'ere Zack let's see who's the real dork!"

Zack's laughs turned nervous instead of amused. "Aha~... Don't be mad, sis, you hear Carmen, she called you cute!"

Before the bickering can continue, Carmen covers her mouth to help disguise a loud snort.

"Oh no, what pictures did you give her, bro?" Ivy asks despite not making much of an effort to leave the couch. She even restarted her conversation with Shadow-san right away after scolding her brother.

"I, uh... what's you looking at, Carm?" Zack tries to look at what made Carmen lose her composure.

She gladly flips a picture of two little Boston ginger kids; dressed as funky little aliens, with plastic bags on their heads covered with cardboard circles poorly painted in blue and green and black hairbands with two sticks and a white pompom on top glued in each; green boas and fisherman boots, and lots of lipstick painted circles on their faces. In each of their little hands, a Red Sox knock-off bag, well... a bakery paper bag with the Red Sox logo painted in red lipstick.

"That must’ve been a fun Halloween." Carmen teased. Zack stared at the picture, mouth agape, and eyes equally as wide. His expression looked so goofy, Carmen couldn’t help laughing out loud at it.

At least, until Zack started tearing up.

Immediately, she stopped laughing and started apologizing instead.

"Zack, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun." He shakes his head.

"That's not it, Carm. It's not your fault."

With the change in atmosphere Ivy’s chat with Shadow-san is put on hold, and Ivy makes her way to Zack.

"Bro? What's wrong?" She asks, concerned.

He looks at her with teary eyes. "This was the last Halloween we spent with mom and dad Ives..." He shows her the picture.

"Oh, Zack..." They hug.

Wanting to give the twins some space, Carmen goes to sit on the couch, next to Shadow-san.

"I think this was my favourite Halloween of all time..." Zack muttered after a bit, looking at the photo.

"What!? That Halloween was awful!" Ivy complained, separating from the hug. "Our costumes sucked and we barely got any candy, beside it rained while we were out..." She lists off.

Zack chuckled wetly. "Yeah, but we made the costumes ourselves. It was the most fun I'd ever had, back then. And we even got to use Red Sox bags! Even if they weren't the real thing... and I know we didn't get any candy, but the candy we usually had from our neighbourhood sucked anyway and... really, the only reason I went trick or treating was because I liked doing it with you. And I know it rained, but after the rain, mom and dad helped us clean up, and we got to coudle up in the couch all together and have hot coco and watch my favourite movie of all time!"

Ivy was speechless.

"So yeah... that was my favourite Halloween we ever had." Zack concludes.

Now it was Ivy's turn to tear up. "Yeah... you know what? When you put it like that, I guess that was my favourite Halloween we've ever had, too." They hugged again.

When they separated Ivy's nose was runny so she complained and went to the bathroom to clean up. Zack whipped his face on the sleeve of his shirt and went back to the task of sorting out the boxes.

On the couch, Carmen smiled at the twins. Shadow-san did as well.

He touches Carmen’s arm to get her attention. She looks at the newspaper clippings on his lap.

"Ivy was showing me reports of their accomplishments in the racing field." She notices several news articles talking about a sibling duo taking on the car racing game with their own hands. She smiles fondly.

After a while, she looks back at Shadow-san, who was frowning.

"What's wrong?" She asks him.

He looks at the mess of the room. "Sometimes I wonder how your life would've been if I had never taken you to VILE island..." Oh, oh...

"Shadow-san..."

"I know I can't change the past, but sometimes I can't help but regret you never had this... any of this." He gestures at the pictures. "And it's in great part my fault."

She knew he didn't just mean her childhood or the lack of pictures there of. He meant getting her involved with VILE, being on their hit list, and even the obligation she felt in stopping their affairs. But, in retrospect, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

"You're right." She says. "We can't change the past. But for all its worth... I liked my childhood. I know it wasn’t a regular childhood but, up until school, I have only good memories." She puts her hand on his shoulder, in what she hopes is a comforting gesture.

He lets up, sighing, then giving her a shy little smile. "Too bad there are no pictures of it then?" It sounds like a joke, but-

"I would KILL for a picture of Miss Booker wet after one of my pranks!" She says immediately.

It's so out of the blue and so sincere, Shadow-san bursts out laughing, soon being joined by Carmen.

It calls Zack's attention from the reminiscence he was up to, and Ivy’s as soon as she comes back.

"Hey, Zack? What did I miss?" She asked.

"I have no idea..." He replies.

Previous day // Promps Aquired from Write App. // Next day

#carmen sandiego #shadowsan #ivy cs #zack cs #one shot #writing prompt #fluff #slight angst #comfort #family #found family #my writing

[mikeysbabygirl]

Hii, can I please request a quiet uninterested reader that works as a hacker for bonten and sometimes helps koko with his work? And he can't stop thinking about her so he acts on it, but realizes that she's a little dom 👀 pretty please 💕

24K spider web

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. Explicit smut ( just as every writing of mine lol ), dirty talk.

SYNOPSIS : Classy hacker! Reader x Bonten! Hajime Kokonoi.

WC : I DON'T KNOOOW.

The hacker.

Cargo pants, chunky boots, sleeveless hoodie, giant backpack...

Does it ring a bell ? If it does, don't open the door.

This ain't you.

See, pink is the new black.

Glittery keypads, manicured nails typing on the light keys, 24K GOLD MacBook with diamond encrusted Apple logo, designer dresses and your Guerlain Rouge red lipstick in your iconic red Lamborghini.

Bonten has never been a basic mafia organization, it was only fair enough that their hacker was not an everyday hacker.

But shall we start by introducing the frame first ?

Once upon a time, a few years and mistakes ago, through a brighter day, the ghost of a father brought his daughter a computer.

A clear, straightforward path.

She would be hearing the children of her age playing outside while learning to master algorithms, heart shaped eyes, looking at her hero. He wasn't often home, but when he would be, he was eyes glued to that magic box that had much more fun than her. She figured out the only way she would ever see that sparkle in his hues was when she would follow his golden footsteps.

Small fingerprints marked the keyboard keys' at the rhythm he likes, drawing the stars she always wanted to see in his eyes, she was a prodigy.

Too much.

She was too curious for her damn own good, and she liked to break things. She was good at gaining computer's trust, and her hobby was to see just how far she could push the things.

Government doesn't like people who excel at finding creatives ways to break things.

Diamond bracelet that the years of working as a freelance hacker provided you got replaced by tight handcuffs, you indeed went too far.

Luck finally smiled at you with an unsmiling Sano Manjiro visiting you at the incarceration center. Heaven lost an angel the day you signed up in Bonten, as their private prodigy hacker, in exchange, dirty money, corrupted lawyers and government opened your prison cell's doors.

That is how the legend was born.

Kokonoi would always remember the first day you stepped inside the Bonten premises, Valentino stilettos clicking against the floor, lustrous and smooth hair swaying with your every move, styling a white structured coat-dress, as if hours ago you weren't Kept under heavy guard in one of the most secure prisons in the state.

-" The great thing about people using technology to protect them is that I can hack it. Now if it was some giant monster with teeth protecting them, we would have a problem. But this ? This is not a problem. "

Those were the first words you uttered on your first day, entering your new office with most of the team waiting for you in it.

They were about to find out how undeniably talented you were.

Mafia's were transforming toward the digital world, you were the key for them to undergo that change to this new era.

-" I'll have you hooked up to the camera feed in no time. You'll be able to see everything they can."

This definitely expedited the process of many of their missions.

The whole mafia world was amazed by the speed with which the Bonten made this transition into cybercrime, you were climbing the ladder at an incredible speed, earning the respect of all your colleagues and even that of the big boss.

-" they are not the only one to know how to jam a signal ".

Sitting on your throne, in front of your brand new purple computer setup with almost all of the executives surrounding you, you had promised to win the cyber war. Hajime was in the front row to witness your victory against the hacker of the biggest Chinese mafia. He felt himself drifting away from years of numbness while looking at those stars in your eyes.

Unfortunately, that wasn't an everyday sight. Mikey hadn't probably been the sweetest person in the world in order to convince you to work for them, Sanzu was very likely not the best office neighbor you could have had, and Ran's flirtatious ways were not the most pleasant thing to begin the day with, yet he always thought you would eventually warm up to your co-workers.

It is quite relevant to say that you have never been close to it.

You barely talked about anything else than the work, nobody was used to catch a sight of you outside of your work hours, sometimes they would even feel lucky if your eyes met one of theirs on your way to your office.

This had earned you quite a reputation within the gang, it is indeed well-known that mystery piques all interests, your ice cold fueled passion's fire.

At the prime of his career, having everything he wanted the minute he thought about it, Kokonoi lacked a good exciting chase, no need to say you more than fitted the task.

Something about not knowing, not being able to read you like an open book made it harder to not think about you.

Just as now, sitting quietly on the chair next to yours in your office after asking your help for some work, he could not take his eyes away from you.

The long hours of work took their toll on your hair. It was now loose, cascading around your face, dimly lit by the purple light of your screen. It was late, nearly everyone must be home now, still he did not felt guilty at all for keeping you longer.

Graceful, the word circled in his head as he contemplated the glow of your skin under the aesthetic light. Anyone would have felt his eyes on them if he stared at them just as he was doing with you, but you didn't even turned an eye on him, too focused on finishing the work in the shortest possible time and in the most immaculate way, as always.

-" that's it, give it to mommy. Stop resisting... " He thought he heard you uttering, Kokonoi's eyes widened slightly before he straightened on his chair, snorting.

-" Do I need to leave y'all alone maybe or... ?"

God, he felt as if he was a virgin young boy again, waiting for the slightest smile of the girl who caught his eye. Except it was way easier to get Akane to smile back then, and that you barely looked at him now.

-" my work is a computer confidence trick. " You explained, still typing whatever on your keypad. " Hacking is mostly finding ways around security, not through it. "

The man next to you placed his elbows on your desk, earning a side glance from you while he leaned over a little bit.

-" that supposed to explain why you're flirting with a screen ?"

-" that supposed to be funny ? " You tilted your head to the side, not giving him a single look, hearing another snort. " You have your love, I have my computer. Now back off. "

He was rather surprised, though you were often cold, you rarely spoke in such a sour tone.

-" My love ?" It was his turn to tilt his head, questioningly, you shrugged.

-" your love, your money, whatever".

-" I see the iceberg knows a little about me, should I feel flattered ? "

You peered at him through the corner of your eye, finding his eyes already glued on you. Nothing you were not used to, honestly, though he was more inconspicuous than the other executives and co-workers when he contemplated you, you still worked there enough to notice his lingering stare on you.

-" if it makes you feel better " you shrugged again, his smile faltered getting replaced by a bored expression. He couldn't get it, why did you like so much to play pretend ? Obviously, he was eye catching and impressive, you would not be the first one to ever enjoy getting his attention so he just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you treated him as if he was like everyone else.

-" that was not an answer ".

You sighed, finally turning your head to look at him, he froze, lost on the way your eyeliner outlined the shape of your eyes perfectly.

-" I've been working for with for a while now, I don't need a Trojan horse to know you're a sucker for money. "

As much as your words could sound contemptuous, your tone was flat and empty, it showed that you had no hostility in your voice, you were too uninterested for that.

He leaned more over the desk, locking eyes with yours with his face only inches away, your perfume invaded his nostrils and he wished it could have been possible to close his eyes slightly and enjoy the enticing scent.

-" No matter how far you go, you work for me. Never forget that, sweetheart ".

Something flickered through your irises the minute you heard him and he had caught it. Though shining under a purple soft light, your gaze was made of daggers and shards, your organized chaos beginning to shatter inside you.

He was no one to address you in such a contemptuous way. Yes, he is more senior than you, and as wealthy as you were he was probably more so, but that wasn't a good enough reason to play macho, certainly not with you.

Turning your swivel chair toward him, you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. His gaze swung quickly to your chest that this gesture put even more in value, through your shirtless white tuxedo blazer, then came back to the way your pupils shrunk and your eye color deepened when you leaned over the desk too, an untamed beauty, he thought.

-" You might be the one writing the checks, I keep up the guard's 'round your bank account. One two clicks and you're broke. "

The carnivorous grin that curled his lips the next second should have made you at least flinch, it was his challenge smile, the one he did before winning a new contract he knew he got in pocket.

Now, because of him, you were more wolf than woman. Eye roasting him while he slowly got up from his seat, taking his time to dust off his suit pants then walking around to stand up behind you, leaning over your head while resting his arms on the back of your chair.

You threw your head back and let your eyes bore into his, not the least impressed or intimidated by his proximity. With that cool blanket of indifference and cat's eye air, sharp magnificent sword-like looks dragged across his soul, igniting inner snake instincts to bite.

-" This is a threat ? 'cause love, the last person who talked to me like that ended up at the bottom of the river."

And to think you were just mentally noting how cute he was, overlooking you from his height with his feline-like eyes and a hair strand falling close to your face.

You raised an eyebrow and parted your lips open, his eyes lingered there before coming back to your hues, guts stirring because of the rare sight of a smirk on your face.

As if you were going to be scared of him.

-" barking dogs never bite. "

A dry laughter escaped his mouth, making your smile widen. His right hand moved to grab your shoulder, while the left one moved your loose hair to the other side, he swallowed thick air staring at the naked soft-looking skin of your neck, and let his lips brush your ear with every following word of him.

-" d'ya think prison is the worst place you could go ?" Right hand traveled down your blazer, wrapped around your neck, index finger got pressed on the plump of your lips. " pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream.”

Your smile never faltered, however something about how those eyelids drooped seemed as the first smoke hints of a wildfire.

Plutus, young god of abundance in this city, he might be. Yet he was standing on top of the goddess of not only webs but also spiders, warfare, Athena. He could feel them snakes serpentine around his body each more seconds you were staring, burning holes on him.

Fascinating, least he could say. Kissed by magenta, glowing and consuming his interest, and there to remind that being the light means being made of fire.

His finger that was resting on your lips, you bit, as a snake injecting sweet venom that coursed through his veins, fueling a hard-on. Red lips, white teeth around his finger, any pain was long forgotten for a sharp desire of ripping open the soft neck skin under his digits, crawling inside and never leave.

-" See, babydoll" he pulled his finger out of your mouth, still smiling as if you weren't ready to draw blood out of it. " Barking dogs can actually bite ".

And there you were again, solar plexus fire, and for some reasons his chest seemed to open up like wild flower around you. He could not stay any longer, what he thought was an iceberg turned out to cut sharper, hit hard like a dart tearing apart slashes of his heart and leaving a nasty scar.

He took his eyes off you and as he removed his hand from your skin, the temperature suddenly dropped. Kokonoi turned around, without a glance behind him.

-" now be a nice bitch, want that work on my desk by tomorrow. "

Not to be mistaken, he was a nice person, a good boss even if a bit demanding, nevertheless he always respected his employees. However, he saw no reason to respect the person who insidiously reduced him to ashes without even trying, the one who managed to disrespect him and yet keep him so intrigued, attracted.

You haven't actually been offended by the insult, honestly was it far away the sweetest thing you have heard about you that day. What started on the other hand, playing on your nerves was the way he went thinking he could order you around, and God knows it was hard to get a reaction out of you. Indeed, he was your supervisor, yet no one not even Sano Manjiro ever adressed you in such a condescending tone.

You let him make his way toward the door of your office, letting him think he actually had the last word.

Letting him bath in his ego for three more seconds.

Two.

One.

-" you mean like the nice bitches working their asses out to provide you money ?" You turned in your swivel chair to face his stiffened back, hand frozen on the door handle. " Hajime motherfucker Kokonoi wouldn't worth a single penny, if not the brothel's pussies."

The way he slowly turned toward you screamed indignation, his darkened expression fed your devastating hunger of power.

If it has been someone else from the gang, namely Sanzu or Mikey, a bullet would already been lodged between your two razor-shape shining eyes. But it was Hajime, fortunately or not for you, he preferred to win his battles out of wit.

And maybe, there was something louder than your words, the roaring of your siren eyes and the deafening chaos in your smile.

Making his way back to you, with every step the room seemed smaller, as if he was getting caught in a spider's web while approaching.

He put his elbows on each armrest of your chair, almost closing the distance between your two faces dimly lit by the dark light.

-" say it to my face, and I might not make you scream".

You playfully tilted your head to the side, his eyes fell on your smirking lips, he licked his, bringing your gaze on them.

-" heard you had some eyesight troubles, now you're telling me you have trouble hearing ? Damn, spend some money on a doctor".

He scoffed and ignored your jab.

-" Too afraid to repeat ? Pussy".

-" indeed. I don't see any dick in this room. "

-" Ask nicely and you shall receive" his smirk made him look attractive, you couldn't lie. Something about his teases screamed to be tamed by you, you couldn't just deny how electric the atmosphere around you was.

-" trade all your money and I might just grant you a glance".

Everything about his face told you he liked what he was seeing, he pulled your swivel chair closer to him, knee slipping between your white pants' clothed legs, your expensive perfume as a snake dance hypnotizing his senses.

As if your mysterious personality didn't got him low-key obsessed by you for months, the crumbs you were currently providing were heroin-like addictive, he could barely take his eyes off of you, your face, your cleavage, your hair.

And though his mind ached to shut you down, to cut that snake's head, to wipe the spider's web.

His heart screamed, go, be the light, be the flame, burn him until he is screaming your name.

-"pussy like yours ? Baby, I eat them for breakfast."

-" Is it ?" You teased and approached your face to his, nose and lips almost brushing against his. His minty hot breath hit your cheek in the most exquisite fire.

-" mhm" he nodded, keeping his hues glued to yours, swimming in the darkest ocean he had ever seen.

-" Then pray tell me why... "

You stood up, making him straighten his back at the same time and unfolded your shirtless blazer and plunging neckline.

-" Months of eye fucking me, and I still never felt your tongue tasting me even once ?"

Kokonoi swallowed as discreetly as he could, glad for his hair falling around his face to hide his probably heating ears. If your fierce looks weren't enough to make his pants tighter, your words and his imagination definitely were.

And you weren't done, making a step toward him, you bit your lower lip and frowned, giving him such a cute picture of your usually impassive face.

-" I think you can only afford " pussy like mine ", replicas. Original's too expensive, hm ?"

-" You're playing with fire. "

He had warned, at the edge, burning from anger or lust, those two were just too similar. Wild, fierce, destructive, ruthless, sexy, enticing, sensual, mesmerizing.

All were words that fitted both his hatred and his desire for you, fitted you.

Your smile grew wider, things were finally getting interesting. Since you came here, it was the first time you saw something challenging, worth your attention.

-" Then light me up. "

You commanded, his breath got caught in his throat.

The snake tightened its grip around his body.

-" Light me up. "

You insisted, closing the distance between the two of you. Though you were shorter, you pressed your chest to his, lifting your head to meet his ice-cold gaze with your burning one.

And with your body pressed against his, he was a goner.

Caught in the spider's web.

-" light me up ! go 'head and light me up !"

The tarantula drove its fangs into the young god's body.

He would have thought you tasted carbon disulfide-like, or at least that capsaicin would have burn his taste buds, yet if felt like candy, your tongue rolling around his while you fought for dominance, though he never has been a sweet tooth, he knew he could grow addicted to your sweet taste.

His hands found your waist in a firm grip, pressing you tighter against his body to make you feel just how your fire got him.

That is not what you meant by lighting you up, but honestly you wouldn't complain. He was indeed a good kisser, his lips were fleshy yet soft, a firm cloud fighting hard with yours, did he knew he couldn't cage a tornado with his hands around its waist ?

You pulled out from the kiss seconds later, panting heavily, he couldn't find it in him to open his eyes, afraid that the feeling of flying high would disappear as soon as you would push him away.

He couldn't believe you actually kissed him back, and that he even found the courage to kiss you. You, the graceful and dark side of the moon, the submerged iceberg part. If you had to push him away, he would like to keep the ecstasy a little longer.

But when he opened his eyes, and his heart missed a beat when he locked them with the prettiest face he had ever seen, seeing no hesitation in it, no refusal, his lips rushed to find yours again, and they welcomed him even better than the first time, swallowing his heart out of his chest.

You had kissed him so he found his departed soul again, kissed him into finding his way home again, the light he lost long in this world, breathing a sorrowful joy into his soul.

As if you whispered a story in your kiss, for him to realize that every story comes to an end, and every end means a new beginning.

Though he could not get enough of your lips, he needed more, the beautiful foreigner with familiar eyes tasted the sweetest drugs to pass his lips, the highest of highs, he ached for you to stay and give him just one more sweet fix.

You pulled away again, his heart raced faster when your hands flew to his Louis V dress shirt, unbuttoning his wrapped desire. Golden rings felt cold against your heating skin as the back of his hand rested slightly against your cheek, giving you one of the most worshipping looks you have seen in your life.

-" pretty girl, watch baby give this body some good love, yeah ?"

As much as his words, and brown eyes under the aesthetic light set fire to your core, you had other plans.

Once you were done with his dress shirt, grabbing him by his collar you switched your two positions, and faster than he could ever react, in a swift movement the outsole of your stilettos pushed his chest away-not aggressively though- just to get him sitting on the swivel chair that moved toward the desk under his weight.

Kokonoi's eyes widened, he didn't see your move coming and was even more taken aback when the few buttons of your blazer were undone before his eyes, the latter falling to the floor.

You lay your armor down and your crown shows off, and you display a collection of all the things that makes you wonderful and unique, as if you were an exhibition under his expert eyes that couldn't find anything to criticize, a work of art. His cold lustful eyes preying on your physique, stinky soul searching for you, such a treasure, just for him. Almost not wanting to blink so he wouldn't mess an inch of your body during that blink of the second.

-" Not letting a man tell me what I should do with my cunt. I'mma take the lead. "

As you became a loaded gun, his suffering is tempting, is addictive, is attractive, your fire takes ahold of him controls him, he is passive.

You had woke up the beast inside him, craving you so badly that a wild storm came surging from his core.

-" Fenty Savage " he notes as you got closer to him, eyes glued on your floral lace unlined bra, and pants that soon found the ground, revealing the thong in the same pattern riding your lips. The soft lavender color sang the praises of your skin too louder for him not to notice it, and he thought, that body was not made for a chair and a desk, nor for an orange prison suit, but for walking on a damn red carpet.

-" I see you know your stuff mister money maker " your hoarse but soft voice whispers while you straddled his lap. Above him, the money god was nothing but a devoted servant praying to his goddess with worshipper's hands venturing out and roaming the miles of your burning flesh to your back.

Koko leaned in, his mouth writing wet poems at your neck, your muscles numb by the divine sensation of his silent words and the soft texture of his lips.

He kissed your neck, smelled it, you smelled of water colours, of empty canvases wanting to be stained, every inch of your flesh whispering its desire to be tagged to his ears. Craving you was a strange poison coursing through his veins and filling his senses with a wanting that felt like it had control over him, pulled him down and licked his neck, runned its fingers all over him. Then, he found you, teasing him while your hands were playing with his belt you were undoing. He did the same for your bra, that fell to the ground and was rewarded by the sight of your bare chest. Lips traced your jaw, collarbone, then his tongue ice skated on the burning skin of your chest, talking to your heart, revealing to it the secrets of months spent daydreaming about this moment.

You felt the tissue between your legs get seriously wet and the fact that his lips suddenly captured your nipple activated the throbbing in your cunt.

-" goddamn softie" he praised your breast, your hands shaking from pleasure lowered his pants and underwear just enough to free his hard member, a pretty long six inches with an angry red tip, and you heard a grunt at the same time your palm wrapped around his length.

That enticing look in your eyes had Koko craving for more, your hand wrapped around his most secret part felt like a prison, yet he wanted the walls of that cell to close on him. Your grip tightened around him as you started stroking his cock and he had to separate from your breasts to catch some breath. Exposing his throat to you, you started putting some wet kisses on his jaw, smelling and licking his neck while he started thrusting his hips against your hand.

-" Fuck, too much... "

-" Shhh, fancy boy. 'm gonna take good care of you, yeah ?"

He nodded, in the hot air around, he wondered if he felt himself burning in your fire or melting like sugar on your tongue. You teased animals out of him, but what's wild shoud run free and that night, he would howl for you. Letting his fingers mold on your waist's skin, you tailor-made fit for him, yet he still got you under his skin.

He would gladly have closed his eyelids in order to sink deeper in the fueling pleasure, yet his eyes were captivated, your every curve, every edge his hues were swallowing, they say when people are naked they are on their most vulnerable state, but you, god, you never looked that powerful. Not in Louis V, not in Gucci, but in your birthday suit, a Greek goddess was perched on top of his body from your face so kissable to your imperfectly perfect body, you looked straight out from a playboy magazine and he would never close an eye on this.

His attention was brought to his pleasure again when it disappeared, your hand was no longer on his length, you snorted at his almost panicked expression and reached for your Chanel handbag on the desk behind the chair, he watched with curious eyes while you took the aluminium package out of it and sat back on his lap, biting your lower lip slightly and smiling while opening that one with manicured nails.

-" I don't know about you, Koko. But I think the world would do way better without a human mix of you and me rocking them Gucci shoes".

He laughed in a breath, watching as you slid the condom down his length, you lifted your body slightly for him to slide your underwear down, and threw your head back in a melodious moan while his finger smoothly found your clit with sweet torturing orchestrations.

-" Go 'head, love " he whispered against your neck's skin, feeling you starting to wet his lap. " Kill me".

He commanded, you obeyed for once. Clinging to his shoulders, you lined up your entrance with his tip and started sinking on him, you let out a gasp at the stretch. He was not even completely inside but you would swear you never felt that full.

-" Gotcha, love. Would ya take me in ?" He inquired in a hoarse voice, you raised an eyebrow though with parted open mouth from pleasure, was it a challenge? His eyes were teasing, it was.

Your cunt was throbbing around him and by the way he began cursing under his breath, sweat dripping slightly from his forehead, you understood he noticed too.

- " Shit, so tight. ya feel so good !"

As if he wasn't filling every part of you, you ignored every hard obstacle and started bouncing on him, setting your own rhythm to show who had the upper hand. It almost drove him crazy, how you would always crack the finish line and go overdrive.

His head dropped on your shoulder, slightly biting on the flesh hearing your moans echoing through the office. You were the wildfire that destroyed his guts like old trees, caressing their branches as your flames danced all over him.

-" fancy pussy" he grunt against your skin while you were busy chasing your high and bringing his. " Takes my cock better than any bitch-"

-" The original" you half laughed half moaned, feeling your walls independently tightening around him, you were closed, and by the way his eyes rolled, he was too.

- " Hajime!" Without even thinking, you found yourself moaning his first name that you never used, you did not even know how it came suddently to your mouth.

About Koko ? A firework would be an understatement to describe what he felt when he heard you screaming his first name in pleasure.

Your moans were music to him that let his body on fire, but calmed his soul in peace. A music that no word can ever sing. And his breaths were the rythme which embraced your body but caressed your soul, a tune that no symphony can ever play.

- " Say it again " he ordered, while you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

-" Hajime " you repeated, and he did not even tried to fight the urge of crashing his lips against yours.

He felt himself in the deepest parts of your soul, his body was so much on fire that his mind could not comprehend. All he could assimilate was the deep-throated groans that escaped his lips and the goosebumps he got into his torso while your bare chest was brushing against him.

In the center of that poem, discarded clothes, nudity, bodies roaming each other, his thumb reached for your clit and only minutes later, you came undone, clenching around him and making him come in the condom as well.

-" my baby's the prettiest when she comes" he teasingly breathed, then nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck when his high started feeling too ecstatic, so reluctant to the idea of leaving your perfect warmth that even minutes after you two finally caught your breathes, he still didn't pulled out.

Your fingers found his chin to lift his head toward you.

-" You did so well for me, Hajime. I'm proud of you, pretty boy ".

Something in his chest squeezed too hard, no matter if it was due to your honest gaze that he saw for the first time, or your words. No one ever took the time to tell him how good he did, that they were proud of him, he has been achieving an endless goal with no obvious end, and through the continuous wanting and craving for more, you reassured him, you touched him ever so softly, more than he had ever been in his life. You gave rest to his homeless soul.

And for once, he had been grateful that life broke him, for he finally found someone who he eventually thought might fill the empty spaces.

But you were way too far gone, a moment, keeping you was as trying to hold water in hands, and before he even tried, you were already slipping between his fingers, putting back all your clothes.

-" where to ?" He anxiously asked, putting his pants back. You emptily gazed at him, your distant gaze now back and he had to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

Why was he suddenly feeling so bitter ? Didn't he thought that once the challenge taken and the mysterious person opened up, the constant thoughts would go ?

But no, now they seemed even stronger, and louder. He was left unsatisfied, left wanting more, the soft touches and the tough ones, the rough words and the few sweet ones, the burning gazes, everything seemed so close yet so far already.

He stood up, taking back his shirt that you threw toward him and giving you a questioning look.

-" Home, obviously? Oh and, I just gave you the best pussy of your life. I'm definitely taking a day off tomorrow".

Through his worry, he couldn't help but let his lips curl into a slight smile, buttoning his shirt back, he bit his lower lip.

-" you tellin' me your over productive ass would accept some rest ?"

You winced while approaching your desk and taking your bag, he was right though you never talked about it, he probably noticed how you plunged in work and over worked yourself. You froze however when you heard him add.

-" Take me home, and I'll give my pretty girl a reason to stay in bed".

You turned to face him with a smile on your face that made his heart raced faster.

-" already obsessed or what ?"

Yes, absolutely yes.

-" well..." He made a step toward you, his hands flew to your hair, putting it back in place before dropping to his sides and locking eyes with you. " I may be starting to want you for myself ".

You scoffed, grabbing your Lambo keys and turning around, making his chest tightened.

Stopping right in front of the door, you didn't turned around when you uttered.

-" Fine. But I'm driving. "

Network : @tokyo-ballroom @downtown-roponggi

I hope you like it, anon !

I don't even know why I need to make my characters fight in EVERY thing... Enemies to lovers trope 🤦🏻‍♀️ but it's 7am and I haven't slept the night so goodnight!

As always, I don't know the artist, but if you know them, gimme their @ pls for credit <3

For other people who asked me requests, don't worry, I'm slowly working on them <3

#tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers spoilers #tokyo rev fluff #bonten smut #bonten x reader #bonten #bonten kokonoi #kokonoi x reader #kokonoi drabble #kokonoi headcanons #kokonoi hcs #kokonoi imagines #hajime x reader #hajime kokonoi

[blushedfemme]

Hi, fresh new anon here.

I just want to say I like a lot (most of) your posts and I enjoy reading everyone's asks too.

I nervous/embarrassed to even say so so I don't know why I am, but I'm in the 30's and I feel like I need urban dictionary open over half the time to understand all the different terminology and types of butches.

I thought it was just butch. Turns out it's like Pokémon and there's a dozen types 😅.

When I was figuring myself out (and I don't even think I have tbh), living where I do and with the information available to me, there was just butch and femme. If you were femme it was lipstick and that was all the terms I knew.

I've been in the community for half my life but there's so many terms I don't know or where I fit. Just makes me feel a little dumb I guess. I sort of put myself in the butch box but I never really felt quite there. Certainly not femme. Just not, I don't know, not strong enough or handy enough or whatever it is that "butch" was supposed to be when I was exposed. I'm like, butch lite? Like, I can hang up a picture on the wall for you and put together IKEA furniture but I can't go build you a whole new dresser with all my tools in the garage or whatever. Like I never unlocked the full subscription or something 🤣. And I don't know if there's terms for that or if girls like that. I'm just only 'sort of good' at all the things I think a butch should be really good at in my head. Jack of all trades master on none deal.

I don't have muscles like all these pictures I keep seeing and I'm a little bit rounder than I'd like. Got the chivalry part down though cuz that just feels like basic human decency.

I don't know. I like seeing all the positivity and love here. Maybe you've got some advice or some useful links or info or something to help a not-quite-butch out?

(The main point, besides, is I still enjoy it here and you are pretty awesome. (And also just pretty😳))

Sorry for the book 😅

okay i’ve been sitting on this ask a moment bc i want to give you the answer you deserve 🥺💞💓

firstly, i am so honored that you enjoy my blog and find it a positive and loving space!! i have SO much love for millennial butches, i mean i’m on the cusp of millennial and gen-Z myself but anyway. butches who are in their 30s and early 40s, i feel a special kinship and appreciation for you. social media queer spaces are super different from irl queer spaces, and the landscape shifts so fast i have a hard time keeping up, too. it’s absolutely okay to feel overwhelmed by the sudden proliferation of identity terms and to not be sure where you fit! even younger ppl who are less online feel the same way.

as for the other part of your ask… i could sit here and recycle the rote platitudes you see in positivity posts, that butches don’t have to be muscular, butches don’t have to be thin, butches don’t have to be able-bodied and capable of building a fucking house or whatever with their bare hands, in order to be butch. all very true! but you’ve probably heard them before and to me they fall a little flat.

so here’s what i’ll tell you instead: when i think of butches, i think of softness. 99% the butches i’ve met irl are not thin and muscular and hyper-masc. the fact that these images STILL dominate art and imagination around butches confounds me. when i daydream up a butch in my head and rotate them in the mind (as i often do) they’ve got a soft round middle, and a soft face, and soft, warm hands. they’re not chopping up wood or building me a table, they’re bringing me a cup of tea and checking in on me, they’re telling me about their latest LEGO build, they’re reading out loud to me from their favorite book. they’re chivalrous and goofy and kind. they wear button-downs with silly patterns and logo tees and hoodies and sweats. i’ve seen people call themselves a “soft butch” and if that resonates then that’s wonderful, call yourself what makes you happy, but to me butchness is soft. it may have a hard shell sometimes, out of necessity and out of pride, but underneath butch is always so beautifully, achingly soft. and it’s not about being super ‘handy’ or whatever, though that’s nice and all, that’s not what defines butch to me. i think if you feel butch, then you are, and if you love femmes and other butches, and you know in your heart that the butch role suits you, then that’s all you need in order to be butch. ❤️

i wish i had some links off the top of my head for some good genuine inclusive butch positivity, i know it’s out there. if you’d like to, please send another ask with a few specifics of what you’re looking for (essays? articles? books? videos?) and i will gather what i can!

thank you for sending this ask 🥰 my biggest goal with this blog (besides being horny) is to make butches feel welcome and safe and seen, and i’m so glad you’re here 💖💗💕

#clarke answers #long post #butch love #👾 anon

[hummelberries]

glee kids as the car i think they have

rachel: little two-door chevy sedan from the 90s, because her dads are loaded but they still thought her first car should be a cheap used car on principle. planned on getting her a nicer car once the chevy crapped out but it's still hanging on and she's emotionally attached to it at this point. her windshield shade is gold star print, she has three sets of seat covers, and the carpet is vacuumed. it has a cd player and a tape deck. her glove compartment full of music is alphabetized. "bernie" - short for bernadette.

finn: one of those SUVs that you have to climb into, with the step-up ledge on the side. it's huge, and it seems even bigger on the inside, but he loves it, because everything on a regular chassis had the steering wheel in his lap. it's pretty recent and he feels guilty that his parents spent so much money on him so he's a really careful driver, but the car is an absolute mess of laundry and trash until once every couple months rachel or kurt starts bitching at him about how disgusting it is. he didn't name it, but he calls it "buddy."

kurt: his baby, the navigator, of course, but hear me out - he has access to an auto shop, and he loves working with his hands. what if he had a project car? a rundown 60s lincoln continental that he bought from the scrapyard, because how dare they, sure it's falling apart and has moth-eaten seats but it's gorgeous, it just needs some love. he's made a moodboard for it complete with paint samples and fabric swatches for the carpet and the upholstery, and burt was there to hug him the first time he got it to run. "sweetheart" -- blaine's a little jealous.

blaine: bmw two-seater convertible. bright red with black-trimmed white leather interior. daddy's money, yeah, but blaine doesn't resent it -- he picked it all out himself. if his dad thought he could buy blaine's love, blaine could at least have some fun with it. it makes him feel like a badass, which was something he really needed after freshman year. dad called it a ladykiller car, but blaine's boyfriend seems to like it pretty well when they're parking. "desdemona."

quinn: a pastel green volkswagen beetle, the same car she's wanted ever since she was a little girl. a present from her parents. she keeps clothes folded in the back seat out of habit; there's a picture of puck holding beth taped to the dashboard, another one of sam's little brother and sister, and one of herself, santana, and brittany. there's a picture of the whole glee club clipped under the visor, and a bible and a half-empty pack of newports in the glove box. a cross necklace dangles from the rearview mirror. she never named it.

puck: bigass ford pickup truck that always smells like marijuana. there's pool chemicals in a box on the floor in the back and a skimmer in the bed, and there's a star of david sticker on the tailgate. the only other one has the logo for ac/dc. he's pretty bad about the laundry, too, and there's a pile of cds in the passenger seat that's half fallen off into the floor next to a can of dip that he always has to fumble for. there's a big dent in the left rear door from when he and finn were taking turns doing donuts in the school parking lot when they were fourteen and one of them ran into a streetlamp. puck swears it was finn. he has menthols in his glove box, too, even though he doesn't smoke cigarettes. the ashtray is only roaches and lipstick-stained filters. quinn doesn't mention it. "the puck-mobile."

santana: a wood-paneled station wagon that was a hand-me-down from one of her tias. it's old enough that the back seat seatbelts don't have cross-straps. the breaks are iffy and something's always rattling and she claims to hate it, but selectively does not hear when her mom tells her "we can get you a better car than that deathtrap, mija." there's a hula girl on the dash and the radio's preset to the channel brittany likes, lipsticks rolling around on the bench, and a charm of saint christopher from her abuelita stuck to the inside of one of the visors. there's pom-poms and one of brittany's stuffed animals in the backseat. "bitch" or "puta."

brittany: big old minivan. and she wanted a minivan, she picked it out herself. the dashboard, bumper, and back windshield are all covered in stickers of kittens and unicorns and rainbows; there's a cat bed on the floor of the passenger seat so she and lord tubbington can hang out. she has a pair of fuzzy dice over the mirror, along with a lei, a bi pride flag, and the first friendship bracelet she got back from santana. kurt helped her bedazzle the license plate frame and cried a little when she explained that the big heart magnet full of letters is the initials of everyone in glee club. "sparkles."

sam: his first car that his parents bought him back in kentucky was a truck, but that got repo'd along with everything else. he bought himself a discrete, practical four-door sedan, in black. its interior is perpetually coated in some amount of glitter, no matter how much he vacuums; he has two carseats in it, and half of the CDs he has are kidz bop and disney soundtracks. finn and puck ceremoniously hung a red solo cup from his rearview labeled "#6", and he keeps it there, taping the family photo carole took of him, finn, kurt, and burt to the other side. brittany calls it "other sparkles"; sam doesn't call it anything.

#yes i realize this is just my faves. and what about it #glee #glee headcanons #klaine #brittana #mypost*

[water-pokemon-appreciator]

A large, hot pink box has somehow appeared in your house.

Inside, amongst a large amount of pink tissue paper and loose glitter, is a variety of items:

♡ A 12 pack of dried Pinkan berries

♡ 3 jars of hand labeled jam; Pinkan, Pecha, and a Pecha-Cheri mix

♡ A light pink t-shirt with a glittery pink Barbie logo

♡ A tube of Barbie-pink lipstick

♡ A set of K-pop esque photocards of Barbie and her friends

♡ A box set of Barbie's previous movies

♡ A bust open plastic container; presumably the source of the loose glitter

A note is also attatched, written in pink glitter gel pen:

"Hiya, Sidon! It's me, Barbie! The best part of my career is talking to my fans. I've put together a little gift bundle for you, so I hope you enjoy! The berries were grown on my friend Midge's farm, and the jam was made by yours truly!"

-@championbarbie-swimmerken

(the image was sent by the mod XD)

Holy karp, barbie from barbie just gave me a gift box

my life is complete

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokemon rp #pokemon #irl pkmn #irl pokemon #real pokemon #pokeblr #rotumblr #rotomblr

[my-plastic-life]

Friends to the End

Look who's here!!! My very first Skullector dolls! Purchasing them was intense lol I'm a genuine collector, not a scalper, so I'm happy to have these! I love the Chucky series, so I had to have these! Quite the dramatic and messy launch, and I've seen some negative reviews, but I'm pretty happy with these. The box has the bathtub setting where Tiffany first becomes a doll, complete with Frankenstein on TV and lots of floating bubbles. Chucky has the classic red hair, and his infamous knife is the doll's hair barrette. She has the Good Guy overalls and shoes, and of course the scarring on the face. Tiffany is sporting her signature black lipstick and heavy smoky eyeshadow and platinum blonde hair. Her boots have lipstick heels (look closely and you can see T ♥️ C etched into them), and she's also wearing fishnet stockings. Her nails are painted her classic black color and she even has her tattoo on her collarbone. She also comes with a red clutch decorated with black lips and scars, plus large black hoop earrings. Her dress is white with red heart splatters, and she has a cropped faux leather jacket. Overall, I think these dolls look great! They're not meant to be the characters, but rather inspired by them. A lot of people think Tiff should have her wedding dress and full leather jacket, and even that Chucky should have been a male doll. But if we look at the other Skullector dolls, they're all females except for Frankenstein. Pennywise, Beetlejuice, Gremlins, and all other male characters are female dolls except one. I'm okay either way, but to each their own I guess. Anyway, in conclusion, I'm so glad I was able to get these! They went live on my birthday, so I say they're my present lol FedEx was a day late delivering them, but at least they're here! It's play time!

Box art:

Dolls in box:

Good Guys overalls:

Knife barrette:

Chucky’s shoes with Good Guys logo:

Black fingernails:

Purse:

Tattoo:

Boots with lipstick heels and T ♥️ C etched into the side:

Certificate of Authenticity:

#My Plastic Life #doll photography #Monster High #Monster High Skullector #Skullector #Monster High Chucky #Monster High Skullector Chucky #Chucky #Tiffany Valentine #Child's Play #one sixth scale #myfroggystufffanpics #TenderWolf

[uptondecker17]

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Sitting On The Shelf - Marcus White x Reader

Part 23 - Rebranding (short)

SOTS Masterlist

"What does it mean to change? To embrace progress? To transform? Cloud 9 is pleased to announce that our in-store brand "Halo" has now become "SuperCloud." A new day has dawned." A stream of unrelated images flashed across the screen, butterflies and waterfalls, flowers and buildings, filling the tv despite the lack of relevance to the topic at hand.

"All right, there you have it. So it's a big day today. We start our rebranding." Jeff announced, hands clasped together and a clipboard tucked under his arm.

"He's way too enthusiastic for this considering it's like, 6 in the morning." You muttered to a half-asleep Garrett, who's head was lulled against your shoulder, not paying attention to the talk Jeff was giving.

"Does rebranding mean they're redesigning the store?" Cheyenne asked, someone finally, actually interested in Jeff's announcements this morning.

"No, we'll be taking our in-store product "Halo" and changing it to "SuperCloud.""

"And how are they different?" Jonah asked from beside you, who, unlike you and Garrett, was already wide awake and ready to face the day.

"That, uh, what I just said. It used to be called "Halo." Now it's called SuperCloud." Jeff huffed, unimpressed by the lack of a well reception at his news. "Maybe I'm not, um, selling the excitement of what's happening today. Let's see if this helps."

Jeff pressed on his speaker that sat behind him, "Are you ready for this?" blasting loudly through the break room in an instant. Wincing, you allowed Garrett to lean more into you, his head nuzzling into your shoulder as an attempt to hide away from the blaring noise of Jeff's music. Brining you cup to your lips, you blew on the steaming liquid then took a sip, letting the heat simmer down through your bones all the way to the tips of your toes.

"This is too much man." Letting out a whine, you threw your head backwards trying desperately to escape the break room and the imagine of Jeff dancing before you.

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"Wow, that song is a little longer than I thought. What was that, 11 minutes?" Jeff asked, the song finally, thankfully, coming to an end.

"12." Dina corrected, proud smile crossing her face as Jeff flashed her a thankful smile.

"All right, anyway 12? Sorry about that. Uh, moving on, we have buttons for everybody to wear today, and there's a VP coming in to oversee this rollout."

A box of buttons was passed around, you grabbing a handful and dropping them against the table before passing the box on. Sliding one to Garrett and two to Jonah, you faced him with a pleading expression, a silent question; wanting him to do it for you. Jonah took the pins from you, quickly attaching one to his own vest before attaching the second to yours, covering up the cloud 9 logo with the 'super cloud' promotion.

"A VP of corporate? I'm gonna need to borrow somebody's lipstick. Not Amy's, way too slutty." Dina chastised, eyes scanning across the break room in search for someone who might have what she needed.

Pulling out a pink-tinted, peach and mango, chapstick from your front pocket, you threw it over to Dina, her catching it in her hands with ease. "I got you, Dee."

"Why is a smiling white lady always the mascot? 'Cause in my experience, usually they're, like, the first to snap." Amy asked, ignoring Dina's insult and turning to Jeff, who now stood before a creepy cardboard cut out of a random white woman.

"She's not wrong." Dina agreed, smothering a healthy amount of tinted chapstick across her lips before pushing the lid back on with a pop, and throwing it back to you.

Garrett's head finally perked up from your shoulder, the pair of you more awake now after having to suffer through Jeff's 12 minute hype session. "I personally blame all the yogurt white ladies eat."

"There's just something I don't trust about it." You agreed, swirling the cooling coffee in your mug around before taking another sip, fiddling with your fingers around the handle.

"Why didn't they make it a superhero? You know, 'cause SuperCloud?" Cheyenne asked, chin pressed into her hand as she looked up at Jeff. "And it could have, like, a cape or something, and, like, little cloud muscles."

"Yeah, wow, that's clean, it's simple, it's visual, that is probably what it should've been. Damn. So all right, let's just move on. Here are some words we'd like you guys to pepper in to the conversation today whenever SuperCloud comes up, obviously, so "cool," "millennial," "on fleek"...have to go back to the superhero mascot, I'm so sorry, that's just a home run."

"Yeah, and he could be saving people with savings." Cheyenne added, a wide smile on her face as she brainstormed ideas for Jeff, each making him more impressed.

"Fuck, that's good."

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"Two wolves I couldn't do it, but one wolf..."

Your break had long overrun, but there was no motivation to 'get back out there' today. The warmth and company of the break room had enticed you into stay, Marcus's jacket - which you had now practically claimed as your own - was wrapped around you, your vest on top of it, and kept you warm and cozy. It smelled like a mixture of him and Amy's laundry detergent, the earthy smell of Marcus fading the longer you kept it away from him. Your third cup of coffee sat yet untouched, a mixture of snacks you found in the break rooms cupboards scattered across the table.

"How many times do we have to have this conversation, Gare? You couldn't fight a wolf." This conversation had occurred at least three times that you could name, and each time Garrett's firm insistence - and your denial - remained the same.

"Hey, guys." Sandra said as she walked into the break room, you turning and giving her a short wave as she entered; though your action elicited a sharp glare from Dina who was leaning against the cabinets.

"I could take it." Garrett assured, a look of determination crossing his features; at this point you weren't sure if he was actually convinced that he could take on a wolf, or he just wanted you to agree he could.

"I guess we'll never truly know." You shrugged, ripping open a packet of 'chips ahoy' that you had found in the cupboard, the bag wrinkly and slightly scratched up.

"Did anyone watch "Vampire Diaries" last night? Damien's really gotten out of control." Sandra asked, only to be met with dead silence as Dina death-glared the table over Sandra's shoulder.

"You stupid slut!" Dina shouted, stepping closer to the table and standing toe to toe with Sandra, an accusing finger pointing down at her alongside her outburst.

"Woah! Feel like I missed a couple of chapters here." Spluttering on the cookie you had bit into at Dina's sudden and aggressive outburst, a wide eyed expression crossing your features.

"I can't hold it in any longer." Dina relented, staring down at Sandra from where she stood inches apart from her, chest to chest.

"What's happening?" Garrett asked, his pitch heightening as his gaze flickered between the stand off.

"Sandra is having an affair with Jeff." Dina asserted, loud gasps echoing around the break room at the accusation. Sandra sullenly shook her head, eyes boring intently into the floor to avoid Dina's sharp glare. "Don't you deny it! You were seen kissing on the loading dock."

"Really? Holy shit." You gasped, such genuine scandal rarely ever happened around the store, usually as scandalous as it got was an unforeseen pair hooking up - not someone dating the district manager.

"Ooh, Sandra, Sandra, Sandra! That's crazy, boo! I didn't know you had it in you. Dish, girl." Garrett leant his head against his open palm, leaning closer to Sandra in wait.

"I don't think we need to be talking about that." Mateo snapped, seemingly much less interested in the new found relationship then everyone else.

"Oh, I got questions, like, when did it start?" Garrett asked, head tilting away from the angered Mateo and towards Sandra.

Looking up intently at Sandra who stood over you, Dina still staring her down, her face inches apart from Sandra, you asked. "How did you get together?"

"About two weeks ago." Sandra hesitantly admitted, a smile curling onto her face at the gasps the admission elicited. "He pulled me into his Kia, and he said to me, "Sandra take out your taters." And I did. And I put them in his face."

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"Jeff and I have these cute nicknames for each other. He calls me "Deliciousness."" Sandra bragged, looking shyly towards the ground as she recounted the ventures of their relationship. "And I call him Mr. Man."

"Yeah, let's not forget she was blabbing to Jeff about us." Mateo snapped, his eyes rolling far into the back of his head as he chastised Sandra's admiration. There wasn't anything wrong about how she was talking all lovely-dovey about Jeff. Sure, the fact it was Jeff, was weird, but other then that it was... sweet.

"Shush, Mateo. I'm listening." You chided, head resting gently in your palm as you stared up at Sandra in disturbed wonder.

"Do you have sex in his hotel?" Justine asked excitement bubbling in her words at the utter scandal of the situation.

"Oh, yeah, all the time."

"Is there a coffee machine in there?" Dina questioned, seeming to become more and more intrigued as time went on, despite her initial aversion to the topic.

"Yep, one of those pod ones."

Sandra looked to the floor before looking at the group of you that surrounded her, his face reddening and her hands wringing. "And you guys will keep this a secret, right?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, we got you, Deliciousness." Garrett teased, a smirk curling onto his lips as he waved down Sandra, a mirrored smile curling on her own face.

The crowd quickly dispersed as Sandra story was over, enough details to satiate them for now at the scandal of the affair. Garrett prodded you in the shoulder, his gaze now settled on you. "Have you been in here all day?"

"Yeah, I just wasn't feeling it today." Swirling what remained of your millionth coffee of the day, you brought your mug to your lips, drinking the last of the now cool liquid.

Garrett winced, his hand coming to cover your own, his thumb stroking at the warm flesh in light circles. "So, you didn't hear about Jonah?"

"No. Why? What's going on?"

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Having rushed out of the break room for the first time today after hearing the news, you ran through the store in search of Jonah. Finally having found him, stood at the store entrance hugging a guy who you assumed was this 'Rex Joshi' Garrett had told you about, you faltered in your steps. Waiting for his business school friend to walk away, you walked up to Jonah, crashing into the back of him and wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, clutching to the fabric of the front of his shirt. "Please, don't go."

"Peach..." Jonah's arms rest a top your own, cradling them against him.

"You're going. You're not sticking around and you didn't tell me?" You muttered into his back, Jonah turning around to face you at the heartbroken inflection in your words. His hands came to cup your face, forcing you to look up at him. "I get that at any other job it's just a part of your life, you come, you work, you go home. But not here. Not for me. This stupid store and all the people in it are my family. And you're just gonna leave? Were you even going to say goodbye? Or would I just show up one day and you'd be gone?"

"I wasn't planning on going, peaches." Jonah whispered, him holding your head against his chest, as you bit back whimpers, trying to keep the tears in.

You hadn't expected Jonah's soft words, for him to cradle you to his chest and sooth the worry out of you. But, by all accounts you'd heard, he wanted to go - sooner or later - and who were you to stop him? You'd expected some kind of gentle let down, "I'm going sooner or later but I'll always be there for you." Not this.

"I just never cancelled my deferral incase I wanted to go back. But I don't - I can't - and I wouldn't want to." Jonah brushed the hair that had fallen over your eyes back behind your ear, his hand coming to rest against the skin of your neck there, his thumb soothing over the apple of your cheek. "You guys, here, are everything to me. I'm not going anywhere, if I can help it."

Still hugged tightly against Jonah, you revelled in the touch, the fear that he was upping and leaving all of a sudden dissipating with every moment shared with his arms wrapped around you. A wobbly smile and creased eyebrows had Jonah dissolving into worry once again, pressing a kiss to the tense skin and then another to your temple.

Jonah was something else, he was one of your best friends and seemed to know you inside and out; the idea of him leaving made your stomachs churn and your chest ache. Jonah wasn't leaving though, not now, and not anytime soon.

"You know what's weird?" Jonah asked, suddenly peeking up again as a thought raced through his mind. "I had a similar conversation with Amy and Garrett earlier, and it went nothing like that. Garrett's main concern was he'd have no one to force him to try tahini."

A breathless laugh slipped past your lips, muffled by the shirt that covered Jonah's chest that your face pressed into. Jonah slipped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you tightly into the warmth of his side - the warmth of Marcus's jacket not enough for the mid-winter night that awaited you outside the store - and led you out towards the Garden centre, where Amy awaited, holding two to go cups of steaming liquid.

"Hey, did you know Jeff and Sandra were banging?"

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Hey guys!! This is the second of the two short updates for today. No upload on Wednesday as I won't have access to WiFi.

This one definitely isn't my best as I finished it very hungover lol. However, so much is to come and the next few parts are some of my favourite and have so much Marcus content!!!

As always, have a lovely week <33

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Review: "Coca-Cola Party" Barbie Fashion doll from Mattel (1998)

Earlier this month, I got to go to a local flea market with one of my younger sisters. I'll admit, we got extremely twisted around, and spent 20 minutes trying to find the exit, but it was a very fun trip, and we both got some goodies!

The doll I'm reviewing today is one of the dolls I got: Coca-Cola Party Barbie from 1998. I'm not entirely sure how much she originally retailed for, but I bought her for $12.00 USD.

Here's Barbie, still in her package. The box claims it folds out into a play scene, which didn't work out well for me, as we will see momentarily.

The back of the box reads:

"Barbie®️ is having a party with her friends and plenty of COCA-COLA. You're invited for all the fun!"

Beneath that paragraph is instructions on unfolding the backdrop to play with.

Without further ado, let's get Barbie out, she's been in her box for 25 years!

Here's Barbie with all her accessories. She comes with a (kind of lopsided) stuffed polar bear wearing a red hat, a pretend bottle of Coca-Cola (which was rattling around loose in the box, since the elastic band holding it in place disintegrated... ew, and lastly, a red hairbrush. These 90s Barbie brushes have many more bristles than newer doll brushes, and actually work quite nicely when I can't find my wire wig brush.

Barbie has green eyes, accented by peach and brown eyeshadow, shoulder-length light blonde hair, with thick, blunt bangs, and berry red lipstick with a lightly darker outline. It looks a bit choppy due to the dents the packaging left in it, but it's actually pretty even. Her hair is SO soft, in my opinion.

Her hair covers them most of the time, but Barbie also wears a pair of red stud earrings.

Barbie uses the Mackie face sculpt, which was originally created for the collector dolls designed by Bob Mackie, who disliked the toothy Superstar face sculpt used at the time, but was later used on playline dolls, like this one!

I think she's very pretty!

Barbie wears a mid-thigh length red dress with white sleeves. The bodice has the Coca-Cola logo in white, with a few white bubbles on each side. Beneath it is a multicolored stripe horizontally across the front.

Barbie has 8 points of articulation, with movement at her:

Head

Shoulders

Waist, which twists left and right

Hips

Knees, which are rubber with an internal click mechanism (I always called them "Bend and Snap" legs as a kid)

Barbie also wears scrunched white socks (my mom tells me she wore many a pair as a kid and teen in the 90s, haha), and red tennis shoes with painted white laces, soles, and a white "B" (for Barbie), in a circle on the sides.

Barbie has a red ring on her right hand, which matches her earrings.

Here's the backdrop. Supposedly, you can unfold it into a play scene, but it didn't turn out very nicely for me, so I gave it to my sister.

The shelves and the chair for the polar bear didn't want to stay up, so they look very strange.

Barbie also came with this sheet of punch-out 2-dimensional cardboard pieces, including a bowl of popcorn, a pizza, two magazines, three attached bottles of Coca-Cola, a puzzle with a rollerblading polar bear holding a bottle of Coca-Cola, a playing card box, a phone book with a polar bear on the cover, and a pen with a polar bear on it.

Overall, Barbie is such a pretty doll, and I like how cute yet casual her outfit is! The cardboard accessories fell short for me, but I'm sure younger kids must have had fun with them in 1998.

I definitely feel like Barbie is worth the $12 I paid for her, and would recommend her!

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have my au style of kwazii

i tried to make him have the design as an orange tabby and a calico mix as good as i could get him

and yes i do plan making calico jack also a calico orange tabby mix

this was my first time drawing a octonauts character and background

this was also my first attempt at making the octonauts octo-alert logo on the door:

idk what if that's what it is or just the octonauts' logo

I've got headcannons and i wanna share em

(i know my grammar is horrible hush)

-kwazii and calico jack are part of a family of pirates from japan so kwazii didn't know any English calico jack learned way before him

-kwazii always wanted to know what is was like to be a stowaway and that's how kwazii became an octonaut he stumbled into a box on land after a few minutes it was picked up and put into the launch bay dashi went down to help tweak and was the first to discover kwazii after his head popped out of the crate dashi helped get him out and alerted captain barnacles who brought him to the sick bay to make sure he wasn't hurt after that they went back on land and attempted to let kwazii return home but the feline just wouldn't budge instead they let him stay with them how he truly became an octonaut was because he saved a baby snail from getting eaten

-barnacles was the one who taught him English they became good friends because of it

-kwazii developed a crush on barnacles(dont judge me i dont judge you for your ships) so the little box instead of the ship in a bottle on the shelf is little pictures of barnacles with hearts on them there also seems to be the shade of black lipstick kiss marks on certain ones

-peso, dashi, and kwazii developed a chaotic sibling energy

-kwazii was shy at first when he became an octonaut now he's to crazy

-kwazii likes wearing eyeliner and sometimes lipstick(the shade black of course) he helps dashi apply her makeup too

-kwazii does not wear male clothes despite being transgender he would take his oversized pink sweater with a star on it, very short navy blue shorts, and black knee-high stockings any day he does change into a diver like suit when they go on missions outside of the octopod

-he got top surgery but wants to keep the ability to have children

-his pronouns are he/they but he prefers to be referred to as a he no one knows why

-he found a random scale nobody knows what it came from but its making kwazii feel like he wants to jump into the water without a helmet so he locked it in a small lock box in his chest he hid the key in his scratching post

-kwazii has a big soft spot for babies and children and has dreamed of having his own some day

-kwazii sees professor inkling as a father figure as his father died after a run in with other pirates costing in both his parents' deaths

-calico jack's crew told him to take kwazii and run while they were gonna hold them off he hopes they're still out there(they are they'll reunite soon)

-kwazii has an older brother and and and older sister his sister is sadly deceased but his bother is still alive with his grandpa's crew still an the lookout for him and kwazii his name is Arron

-kwazii has adhd and plays with anything that seems fun to him shellington has had to lock away his test tubes and experiments because of this

-kwazii wears an eyepatch to cover his blind eye

-he can be a little menace sometimes

-when kwazii first joined the octonauts tunip and the veggimals have had to be kept away from him after he tried to eat them a few times he knows now he is not allowed to eat them

enjoy

i struggled so much with this little menace please enjoy

just a question do you want to see more headcannons and art about the others? (i could probably draw calico jack and give you guys some headcannons)

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Many customers decide to save or repurpose these boxes for decoration or storage, which presents a long-term marketing potential. When a branded box finds a new use, it maintains brand awareness and could even lead to discussions and recommendations. Printed Boxes have an impact that goes beyond the first purchase. These boxes are not just for store-bought goods. They are also quite valuable for the e-commerce industry. Make sure your consumers have an experience by using these boxes. A well-designed, branded box can arouse anticipation and excitement, improving the consumer experience. These boxes are more than just practical storage; they are effective instruments for product preservation, branding, and marketing.

Use Printed Boxes for Effective Product Presentation

Boxes make a lasting impression in a world where first impressions count, transforming standard packaging into remarkable chances for companies to engage with their clientele. Printed Boxes have practical benefits besides aesthetic value and ecological benefits. They come to keep goods safe from harm and guarantee they arrive in excellent condition while in transit. Because recyclable and biodegradable materials come to make them, these boxes are also environmentally beneficial. Furthermore, these boxes can be ordered in size, shape, and structural layout to satisfy the unique needs of various items. Because of its adaptability, firms can maximize packaging for effective display, transit, and storage.

Maintain the Product Quality by Incorporating Lipstick Boxes

The importance of packaging in the glitzy world of cosmetics, where beauty items compete for attention on crowded shelves, cannot be emphasized. They are a distinctive kind of cosmetic among many others. A single touch with these tiny, cylindrical wonders may change someone's appearance. However, have you ever thought about Lipstick Boxes that hold your most beloved shade? While it might not be the center of attention, it is essential to maintaining the quality and appeal of your lipstick. They are a crucial component of the cosmetic procedure. The delicate beauty inside these boxes is to stay protected. Because of their sensitive nature, lipsticks can be harmed by heat, dampness, and physical abuse.

Lipstick Boxes Become Recognizable with Brand Information

In a market where options abound, branding is critical. Cosmetics companies use these boxes as a blank canvas to display their identities. The box's logo, color scheme, and design were carefully designed to connect with customers and deliver a message. Lipstick Boxes are a statement of quality and confidence while protecting the product. Buyers know they are purchasing a portion of a brand's history and reputation when they spot that recognizable box on the shelf. These enclosures are about more than protection and how the lipstick box sets the tone. The whole experience of utilizing the product is enhanced by it. These boxes protect them from these outside influences, guaranteeing their safety.

Use Sustainable Material in Making Lipstick Boxes Appropriate

The cosmetics business has been moving toward sustainability in recent years, and boxes are no exception. To lessen the impact of their products on the environment, many firms choose to use Eco-friendly materials for their boxes. Consider a lipstick not in its protective container, let to deteriorate or become contaminated. The lipstick is protected in Lipstick Boxes until it's time to show off its allure. These boxes are essential to transparency because they let customers know exactly what they put on their lips. This knowledge may help those with particular sensitivities or preferences while selecting lipstick. These boxes are undoubtedly the unsung heroes of the cosmetics industry, even though they might not be the stars.

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Boxes with Inserts at Wholesale Prices: Elevating Packaging Solutions for Various Industries

Introduction:

Boxes with inserts have emerged as versatile packaging solutions that cater to the diverse needs of different industries. These boxes not only provide protection and organization for products but also enhance their presentation and appeal. Wholesale options make them accessible to businesses of all sizes, ensuring cost-effectiveness without compromising on quality. In this comprehensive guide, we'll explore the various types of boxes with inserts available at wholesale prices, their benefits, customization options, and how they meet the specific requirements of different industries.

Types of Boxes with Inserts:

Cosmetic Boxes with Inserts:

Cosmetic products require careful packaging to maintain their integrity and appeal. Boxes with inserts designed specifically for cosmetics offer compartments for individual items, such as lipsticks, eyeshadows, and brushes. These inserts prevent products from shifting during transit, minimizing the risk of damage and ensuring a flawless presentation upon arrival.

Electronic Device Boxes with Inserts:

Electronics are delicate and prone to damage if not properly packaged. Boxes with inserts for electronic devices feature custom-fit compartments to securely hold items such as smartphones, tablets, and laptops. The inserts cushion the devices against impact and provide a snug fit, reducing the risk of scratches, dents, or malfunctions during shipping.

Jewelry Boxes with Inserts:

Jewelry is often small and intricate, requiring specialized packaging to showcase its beauty and protect its delicate components. Boxes with inserts for jewelry come in various configurations, including trays with individual slots for rings, earrings, and necklaces. These inserts prevent tangling and scratching, ensuring that each piece arrives in pristine condition.

Food Packaging Boxes with Inserts:

Food products demand packaging that not only protects them from external factors but also maintains their freshness and integrity. Boxes with inserts for food packaging feature compartments or dividers to separate different items and prevent cross-contamination. Whether it's chocolates, pastries, or confectionery, these inserts ensure that each treat remains intact and appetizing.

Benefits of Boxes with Inserts:

Enhanced Protection:

Boxes with inserts provide superior protection for products by preventing movement, shifting, and impact damage during transit. The inserts act as a cushion, absorbing shocks and vibrations, and keeping items securely in place.

Improved Organization:

Inserts in boxes help organize products neatly, making it easier for customers to locate and access items. Whether it's separating components of an electronic device or categorizing different shades of makeup, inserts contribute to a streamlined and efficient user experience.

Customization Options:

Wholesale suppliers of boxes with inserts offer customization options to meet the unique needs and preferences of businesses. From choosing the size and shape of the box to selecting materials, colors, and finishes, businesses can tailor their packaging to align with their brand identity and messaging.

Cost-Effectiveness:

Wholesale pricing for boxes with inserts makes them an affordable packaging solution for businesses looking to minimize costs without compromising on quality. By purchasing in bulk, businesses can enjoy significant savings per unit, making it a cost-effective choice for large-scale production and distribution.

Branding Opportunities:

Boxes with inserts provide ample space for branding and messaging, allowing businesses to showcase their logo, slogan, and other promotional elements. Custom inserts can be printed with brand graphics or patterns, further reinforcing brand recognition and leaving a lasting impression on customers.

Customization Options for Boxes with Inserts:

Material Selection:

Wholesale suppliers offer a range of materials for boxes with inserts, including cardboard, corrugated board, and rigid paperboard. Each material has its unique characteristics in terms of durability, strength, and visual appeal, allowing businesses to choose the most suitable option for their packaging needs.

Insert Design:

Inserts for boxes can be customized in various shapes and configurations to accommodate different products. Options include foam inserts, molded pulp trays, thermoformed plastic trays, and cardboard dividers, each offering different levels of protection and presentation for items.

Printing and Finishing:

Custom printing and finishing options allow businesses to personalize their boxes with inserts to align with their brand aesthetic. Techniques such as offset printing, digital printing, and foil stamping can be used to add logos, graphics, and text to the packaging, while finishes like matte or gloss lamination enhance the visual appeal and durability of the boxes.

Size and Configuration:

Boxes with inserts come in a range of sizes and configurations to accommodate various product dimensions and quantities. Whether it's a single item or a multi-piece set, businesses can choose the appropriate box size and insert configuration to ensure a snug fit and optimal protection for their products.

Conclusion:

Boxes with inserts at wholesale prices offer businesses a cost-effective and customizable packaging solution that enhances product protection, organization, and presentation. With a wide range of options available for different industries and applications, businesses can find the perfect packaging solution to meet their specific needs and preferences. Whether it's cosmetics, electronics, jewelry, or food products, boxes with inserts provide the perfect combination of functionality, aesthetics, and affordability to elevate the packaging experience and drive customer satisfaction.

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