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becauseiloveyougiftshop · 1 year

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Gift Ideas For College Students

Some practical gifts that are sure to please your college student are a microwaveable coffee mug with a funny saying on the front. You can also give them a large storage pouch for their pens and makeup brushes. These hand-held bags come in different colors and can hold up to 50 pens and brushes. They are a stylish addition to their school necessities. A starry night lamp with multiple flashing modes and 16 different colors is also a great choice.

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When the recipient is going off to college, a gift of practical items is always appreciated. A set of cute pajamas with a matching eye mask is perfect for dorm life, and it will send a message to their roommates that you won't be disturbed! A mini Keurig is an ideal gift for small rooms and college dorms. An air purifier will help the student get rid of the dorm funk. A cute butterfly phone case is perfect for college students, too.

A college student loves to feel comfortable in their clothes. A set of comfortable gym shoes will make life a little easier. A set of On gym shoes is both cute and functional. Another useful gift is a silk padded eye mask. Whether your recipient spends most of their time in their dorm or at class, they will love the extra sleep. They'll also appreciate a set of cozy blankets and fluffy bath towels. A set of noise-canceling earbuds is also a great gift. These can help them concentrate in the library or in class. Finally, a set of BYCHARI earrings is a must-have for a college student.

Extra-long phone charging cord

It is very important for college students to have a quality, extra-long phone charging cord. These cords should be long enough to last through many years of college use, and should not break or become too short. While purchasing a charger for a college student can be as easy as purchasing a cable from the college bookstore, you want to ensure that the cord will last for years to come.

Many college students are often frustrated by the lack of outlet space. Even a four-foot cord isn't long enough to reach their bed. An extra-long cord is important, and a ten-foot cable is ideal for charging at the library, where there are few outlets.

Dry-erase board

A dry-erase board can be a great gift idea for a college student. This product is easy to install and customizable, turning any surface into a dry-erase canvas. The board is made of durable cork or glass and can be used by both adults and children. The board can be wall mounted in a classroom or used in a home. Both students and adults can use the board, as long as they have dry-erase markers.

A combination bulletin board and dry-erase board is a great study tool for students. Students can use the board to pin up important information or write notes or points. The board's erasability is another big benefit. Erasing can be difficult on corkboard and whiteboard, so a combination board is a great choice.

Smells of home

If you're thinking of sending a gift to a college student, consider giving them the scents of home. Smells are a strong link to memory, and they can help a college student avoid homesickness. HomeSick Candles are specially crafted candles with realistic aromas from various states. The scents are derived from the opinions of local residents, and the candles use hand-poured soy wax.

The essential oil diffuser comes in 17 colors and is thin enough to fit in a backpack sleeve or cup holder. It's also less expensive than competitors. Another great feature of these diffusers is that they're eco-friendly and completely sustainable. The diffusers can double as decor, too, with seven different light settings.

Nightstand

One of the most common college student needs is a nightstand for their dorm room. Round nightstands are easy to fit into small spaces, and they are super hip. A bedside table will liven up even the most basic room. And the best part is, they are collapsible. A student who spends all day on his or her bed will appreciate a nightstand that keeps them from having to get up and move.

A college student will appreciate anything that keeps their space neat and organized. Envelope containers may be useful and can be purchased at a craft store or Michael's. A 2-pack of small fabric storage boxes can also serve the purpose. When not in use, these boxes can be folded away to store other items, such as jewelry. A paper planner is another practical and fun gift idea. The student can write meaningful notes on future dates, while still organizing his or her space.

Coffee maker

A coffee maker is a great gift idea for college students. Caffeine is a big part of the college student's diet, and a coffee maker is a convenient way to make a fresh pot of coffee on the go. Not only will it save them money by not needing to buy expensive coffee in coffee shops, it will also save them time. There are many different styles and models available on Amazon.

A coffee maker is not just for making coffee, though. You can buy a variety of cool accessories to go with your gift. For example, you can purchase a coffee machine that brews iced tea or cold brew. You can also purchase an Aeropress coffee maker with a set of filters, so that the recipient can experiment with different flavor combinations.

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kennedysmithdesigns · 2 years

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Our aprons offer a classic design that works for everyone, including parents who stay at home and chefs, barbers, and gardeners. Our bags are made to be taken everywhere, whether you're out doing your grocery shopping, lounging by the beach, or working out hard at the gym. We are the authority to rely on for all of your waxed canvas apron requirements.

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shallwetalkaboutfashion · 2 years

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Types of Bags Men Should Have

Men should have these types of bags

1. Backpack

The backpack is one of those formerly overlooked accessories that have been sought-after and taken into consideration as purchases in the past ten years, alongside sneakers and baseball caps. Men’s bag has the most adaptable design on the list.

It might be a stylish backpack for the business traveler who prefers to keep things casual, a rugged companion for weekend adventures, or a training partner for your gym gear depending on your lifestyle.

The adjustable air mesh straps will keep things comfy for a day pack or travel backpack, and anything that isn't canvas will keep things dry. To avoid objects from getting stuck on your back, look for pads. The bag must then be modified to suit your needs. The ideal models for the office are leather, and many have a laptop sleeve. Visit a gym? You'll require more storage spaces. Get on a bicycle? Seek out reflective panels.

2. Tote Bag

The tote bag, which falls somewhere in the middle of a briefcase and a backpack on the sliding scale of formality, is large enough to hold your smelly workout clothes or stolen hard drive but still stylish enough to be left behind. Its multipurpose design makes it simple to use as a shopping bag, work bag, and beach bag all in one. Unfortunately, it's also the only design on this list that may be easily ruined by a "nice man bag" from one of your friends.

The materials come first. Stick with leather and nylon if you're using it as your work bag. Canvas is acceptable if all you want to do is shop while representing your favorite brand.

Additional security is provided by the top zipper, and interior pockets make sure you won't have to dig around for your keys. A set of shoulder straps shouldn't be ruled out either because the traditional shopper design prevents you from having entirely free hands.

3. Crossbody Bag

Anyone who believes that streetwear is merely pretentious hype and/or pricey irony should know that the crossbody bag is likely the most useful everyday men's bag on this list. The item originally known as a fanny pack is ideal for carrying what the majority of us carry around these days: a phone, keys, and wallet, unless you're carrying a laptop or workout equipment.

Here, dimension and style should both be considered. The size of the bag is important since you can get a crossbody bag that is only slightly larger than a wallet or a shoulder bag the size of a messenger bag. Determine what you wish to transport, then proceed. And then the look. The bag can be used as a true fashion accessory by using bright colors and prominent logos, or it can blend into the background by choosing a monochromatic design.

4. Messenger Bag

Men's messenger bags have recently lost their association with irresponsible middle-aged commuters and newsboys. But, contemporary designers enjoy doing little things better than reinventing once-stylish-yet-useful items.

As a result, the contemporary messenger bag keeps its practicality while enhancing its visual appeal. You can now customize this type of bag to match your taste. It's perfect for carrying laptops, paperwork, and the occasional lunch box while freeing up your hands.

This kind of bag should come equipped with adjustable straps, buckle closures (or at least magnetic closures), as well as internal and external pockets. The waxed cotton canvas also provides a significant point of difference from standard leather.

5. Laptop Bag

The most expensive item you often take around is probably your laptop unless you're fortunate enough to have a fancy watch. However, a laptop bag can enhance your style in addition to being necessary to secure your computer.

A laptop bag that is too small for a laptop is like having an ashtray on a motorcycle. In light of this, it is a wise decision to be aware of your laptop’s dimensions before you shop. Check whether there are any useful extras like document pockets, magazine pockets with zippers, and cushioned shoulder straps before buying a laptop bag.

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mxvladdy · 4 years

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Beelzebub- True Form

Three more boyos to go!

Next up: Leviathan

Beelzebub-

The embodiment of starvation. The sharp contrast between his healthy and fit forms is truly baffling.

Mouths are scattered all over his gangly form. It is the only human thing about him as he is faceless otherwise. When hunting they release a mist or plague of locusts depending if his hunger is physical or emotional

His hunting form is juvenile and frail. Naturally small and unassuming, it is perfect to lure his victims close and ensnare them forever. He attracts souls with an overwhelming hunger. It’s a lure filled with false promises of substances and warm. When close he latches on like a parasite and gorges until there is nothing left but an empty husk.

Once full his form shifts into something- greater- his small body growing and stretching. It’s somewhere along the lines of a human growth spurts, or puberty, but is done in moments. It’s uncomfortable for him; the rapid growth takes a lot out of him.

When fed he is larger, but still skeletal in form. It’s a permanent reminder of his new immortal purpose. His skin is like stone, hard and grey but translucent. It is stretched tight around his frame, like an artist canvas over his jet black bones. The texture of it emphasizes all the odd twists and turns of his bone structure and whatever else lies underneath his flesh.

Each raspy breath he draws from the many mouths scattered around his body rattle his disjointed skeleton. His bones clinking together with every exhale to create a truly chilling symphony.

When crazed with hunger he loses himself. In his younger years as a cardinal sin he was responsible for wiping out land masses and civilizations to try and dull the ache before his brothers could contain him.

His gluttony isn't only for physical sources of substances. Slabs of meat only go so far. He will latch on like a leech, to anything that radiates his current emotional cravings. Love? Happiness? Fear? He wants to experience it all. Filling and cramming every little space with whatever sensations he craves. Till the deadened feeling in his chest is a little less.

There was a time where he was very close with his brother sin greed. During their younger years as demons they would terrorize the mortal realm, a deadly duo. Both unable or unwilling to control their new urges.

He hates this existence. He’s empty and it drives him mad. Was he like this in heaven? Honestly, Beel can’t remember anymore. He doesn’t think so. He had his brothers and sister to keep him in order and a different name. At the time he was called Temperance, right? He thinks. It’s a bit foggy.

But what hurts him the most is that his family structure is fractured now. There is a hole where Lilith used to be, and no amount of souls or food will ever fill that.

When he met you it helped a little. But he has to be weary.

He has better control of his abilities now then a couple centuries ago so you don’t have to worry too much. He likes having you around. It fills part of the void that he’s been struggling with for so long. Being with you makes him feel like dirt has finally hit the bottom of what he thought was a vacuous void inside.

Sometimes his natural abilities seep out when he is hungry or frustrated from another family row. He gravitates towards you then, searching for that odd human comfort demons just don’t possess. He sips slowly on it; with your permission of course. Not the wisest idea- but an idea nonetheless.

Mini Fic

Sleepy Sloth Boi- Hey. Can you check up on Beel? He had a bit of a argument with Asmo today Sleepy Sloth Boi- Apparently he ate a homemade face goop? IDK, it’s stupid. Sleepy Sloth Boi- I would, but I’m stuck in a remedial class with Lucifer Sleepy Sloth Boi- I don’t know when I’ll be out- Ok! Is he in your room?- Sleepy Sloth Boi- No, at the gym. Asmo called him and chewed him out. Didn’t go well. Trainers called me. He busted up some equipment and might have eaten someone... They want him out. Oh... K I’ll head over now-

You frown down at your D.D.D and stuff it in your bag. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. You had heard stories of his terrible temper when hungry. Most of the time you have seen him just mope, huddled up in the kitchen eating his feelings. He was always open to talk though and you usually could convince him out of the kitchen so Lucifer didn’t have an aneurysm over a barren fridge.

The gym isn’t far from the house. A short tram ride and a walk down a couple of familiar streets. You have spent every Saturday morning with Beel there, spotting him. Not that you really could. With the amount of weights he was dead lifting, but he appreciated the company nonetheless. You ring up the front desk dashing across the street. It goes straight to voicemail. Crap it must be bad. You round the corner right before the gym and skid to a halt. Glass and metal litter the cobble street. The shards flicker off the lights of the street lamps drawing your eye to the sheer amount of damage around you. Some equipment even stuck out of the wall adjacent to you.

You make your way closer. “Human! Tis’ not the best time to be here. We are having a bit of an issue.” A terrified trainer scuttled towards you, mandible clicking in alarm. “You best turn back. We don’t need your body littering the streets too.” They wave a three fingered claw back up the street. On cue a weightlifting machine was launched through the remaining window exploding on impact with the road. A few more trainers run out after it, yelling and pushing at each other to get out of the way. A dark black mist bellows out after them.

Well shit.

“I’m actually here to try and help.” You smile down at the tiny demon trying to instill some false confidence in them. You think you could handle this. You didn’t want to call in the cavalry to get him. Knowing Beel, it would only trigger his guilty conscience. “If you could give me a moment.” Ignoring the little creature you creep forward, careful of the broken glass and praying that no more equipment got launched.

“Beel?” You call out peaking your head through the gaping hole on the side of the gym. "Hey, Belphie texted me. Wanna talk about it?” The inside of the gym was dark. Wires hung and sparked dangerously in front of you. A large burst pipe blocked most of your vision. “Beel?” You could hear his loud bone chilling breathing. He was close.

“Careful.” You jump swallowing the curse that threatened to slip out. Beelzebub emerged from the darkness at the back of the gym. His eyeless face locking onto you. “You are close to a line.” His many mouths move in unison. Some rumbling as he spoke, others just drawing in rasping wheezing breaths.

“Thanks.” You jump back onto the street. “You wanna come out? You look a bit cramped.” He was comically too large for the allotted space. His goliath sized body packed into a little sardine can. He rattles for a bit considering. You cock your head to the side looking at the empty street. “Plenty of room out here.” You wave at your sole spectator and give them a small thumbs up. They blink in horror over your shoulder. Eyes locked on the beast emerging.

“I’m sorry.” He drags himself out. Thick steel like claws causing the little trainer hiding behind you to whimper. Beel’s fingers dig into the stone and mortar. Oph- this was going to cost a bit to fix.

“It’s ok big guy-happens to the best of us.” You say casually. Once he was outside he shivers in the cool afternoon air. His bones creak as you approach him. “May I touch you?” You approach hand raised. He never cared if you touched him in his human form. It centered him a lot of the time. He enjoyed the feel of your soft and giving flesh against his smooth hard skin. But this form was slightly more dangerous for you well being.

Beel shakes his head at your movement melding back into the dark hole. His mouths open wide to release a plume of black smoke. The trainer cries out, scurrying back further down the street. You hold your ground however. Chin up definitely, unafraid at what you knew was coming. The thick black vapor coats your skin. It latches on to you and seeps through your pores. You feel him in the back of your mind running through your head, searching for something. You breathe slowly, letting him shuffle through your psyche.

You feel a flush of warmth, a near giddiness that brings an uncontrollable smile to your face before it is gone. Snuffled out like a candle in the wind. A slow chilling tingling begins in all of your extremities as he feeds off your emotions. He pulls at your center, eating away at your mental state. An odd empty ache blooms in your chest, you need to untangle yourself before he bled you dry.

He pulls back then, knowing when he has gone too far. The pallor of his skin is richer now. A darker grey than before. The waxing sheen gone and replaced with a deep purple hue underneath. His cobweb like veins thumping with life. “Thanks~” His rattles remerging onto the street. His oblong head nudges your shoulder, checking on you. You pat at it, careful of the mouths and razor sharp teeth.

“Of course; don’t mention it.” You turn on weak knees to the trainer. Looking at complete ease with the cardinal sin currently wrapping his many limbed and mouthed body around your comparatively tiny frame. “I guess this is not super common?” You ask, waving at the destruction. They shake their head.

“He-he ate Gordin.”

“Ah-ye. He does that. Sorry.” At a loss, they accept the sleek business card you thrust at them with your free hand. “Call Mr. Morningstar. He can work on the repair finances with the manager.”

“But Gordi-” You wince as the little demon’s mandibles tremble, voice getting frantic. Could demons shed tears? You were about to find out.

“Beel?” Cupping his large head you stare at him, eyes traveling over his face. His mouths snap shut, body turning smooth. The only movement from his was his hearts beating steady beneath his translucent skin. He stood still like a statue carved by a deranged artist. “Beel.” You say again more firmly. You step away from his hooked fingers. “Spit them out.”

He doesn’t move. His inner rattling becoming louder and more defensive.

You roll your eyes and look back exasperatedly with a shrug. The other demon stares speechless in terror. Or with the dawning realization of just how absurd this whole situation was. You turn back to Beel, fists balled on your hips. “If you don’t I guess I’m going to eat all these snacks I brought.” The death rattle stops. You could feel his full focus on you now aghast. “I’m serious. Mammon even went and bought those new limited release batwing chips too, extra spicy.”

He hacks suddenly, back arching like a cat as a large seam opens on his skin where his stomach (stomachs?) region was. A bulky demon covered in purple viscous sludge tumbles to the ground with a wet squelch. Their skin was a sickly color and their eyes wide in terror.

“Gordi!” The other trainer pushes past you and grabs at the trembling demon, pulling him away from the hungry mouths.

“Thanks, Beelzebub.” You walk him quickly down the abandoned streets once the two others had fled. He lopes behind you, gaunt body swaying in the light breeze. Once you hit the more crowded streets he moves closer to your back. Other demons on the street give you a wide berth, eyeing and swatting at a few straying arms or fingers that attempt to grab them or their things. You move quickly, hoping to avoid having to scold him again for eating more demons.

“I’m sorry.” Beel croaks once more when you finally come to a stop at an empty park bench. He sits next to it expectantly. The grass and foliage around him weathering and turning to dust at his touch. His arms subconsciously start stuffing the dried grass and flowers into his many mouths.

“It’s ok.” You repeat yourself coming to rest on the park bench. Without preamble you dump the contents of your bag onto the ground. He croons in delight at the mound of snacks being pushed to him. “Eat up. Take a breather and then we can talk. If you want.” With that he dives in.

Beel munches in silence, mismatched limbs unwrapping-or not- the treats and popping them into his little mouths. You watch for a bit before getting preoccupied with a book you borrowed from Satan. You don’t know how much time passes before a boney finger pokes at your forearm. The same arm then hovers by your nose offering you a pudding cup.

“Ah, thank you!” You close your book and take the flan pudding. He had finished most of the food and had calmed considerably. Most of the mouths have disappeared, closing as they were sated. He scoots closer, the oppressive neediness of his sin dulled to an almost non existent thumping in your stomach. Easy enough to ignore, especially now with a sweet treat boosting your mood. “Feeling any better?”

Beel grunts, scratching at his knobby spine. You watch him for a moment. Reading his emotions in this form was hard. Thankfully, you knew the reason for the outburst this time. First time you stumbled upon him like this had been an absolute circus. A terrifying, and destructive circus. He had been in full form that night. Locusts and clawed fingers moving in blurs, swiping at everything that came near. The younger brothers screaming at him over the sounds of breaking furniture and the buzz of insect wings. They dodged around his tantrum trying to calm him before Lucifer returned from a meeting.

“It’s a damned ice cream cup!” Satan roars, close to shifting himself. The tell tale heat of his body starting to radiate out and singe the carpet beneath his feet. Beel screeches back, flies and spittle spraying out over them. Asmo yelps and drags you out of the room with him.

“Ugh! The moment he gets all gross and buggy I’m out.” He shudders, locking the door on the apocalypse happening on the other side. “Hopefully Mammon can slow Lucifer down so they can neaten up.”

“Is he going to be ok?” You look back watching the solid door shudder under the weight of a body being thrown.

Asmodues sucks his teeth dismissively, bright nails clicking away at his phone. You glance at it seeing that he had messaged Mammon to bring some take out too. “Oh ye, this happens from time to time. He just has to let off some steam. Then we can stuff him with food and he’ll be right as rain. You want anything hun’?” You shake your head stunned by his carefree attitude as the house shook around them.

Beel had come to apologize for his behavior later that night. His human form a little banged up, but no worse for wear. You went out for ice cream in hopes to cheer him up. Offering an ear too if he needed an outsider's perspective. You were also curious about his true nature and had a thousand and one questions to ask. He was apprehensive at first. It was clearly a sore subject for him. But over time he opened up, speaking freely about his struggles and fears of destroying his family's already shaky foundation with his gluttony.

“Asmo is furious with me.” He sighs, bringing you back to the present. He rests his head on your shoulder, careful with his weight.

“He’ll get over it.” You stroke his cool skin tapping at a closed mouth. It opens and licks your finger. It was as close to a kiss as this form could get to. “It’s not like he can’t make more.” Beel huffs, rubbing his head into the soft fabric of your sweater.

“I am nothing but a burden to them aren’t I.”

“Never.” You don’t hesitate. He grumbles unconvinced. “Hey,” You nudge him off your shoulder to look at him. “Remember last Saturday? How you helped Levi get his limited edition statue?”

“I just stood in a line.” He pouts. “And I only did that because I ate his Ruri-chan mochi’s.” Oh- you didn’t know that part.

“Well, I still think you’re a good brother.” You cover. “ Tell me, would any of the others do the same? You beat yourself up over every little mistake. How many times has Asmo or Mammon swiped one of your snacks?” He hums contemplatively, nails clacking on the concrete.

“But I always lash out when they do that.” You nod kicking your feet up to lounge on the bench, back resting against his. Grabbing at a set of arms you wrap them around your waist playing with the fingers that weren’t razor sharp.

“Yes, and? Asmo just did too. Runs in the family by the looks of it.” You chuckle. “ So why should you be the only one not allowed to get upset? But next time call before rampaging through the city, K?” You smile up at his monstrous visage. He smiles back hesitantly before coming closer.

Beelzebub nips you gently with his primary mouth. Large fangs careful not to break the skin. A cute little display of gratitude. He tastes your sincerity on you. Sweet and smooth on his tongue. “Thanks,” He rumbles. Cradling you close, he rises to his full height. “I think I’m ready to head back now.”

You snuggle into his unyielding body checking your wrist watch. “Yeah big guy? Guess it is almost dinner time.”

He picks up the pace.

#Obey me beelzebub #obey me fandom #obey me headcanons

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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desert secrets: pt 2

A continuation of desert secrets, written with it originally but I decided not to post it with pt 1 because it seemed like it toed the line in how realistic it would be, but I’m gonna post it now anyways. Take it as you will.

warnings: all smut

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She leads him by the hand to the tent entrance, grateful to past MJ for already setting out the sleeping bag and oversized blanket. Tossing her phone on the ground, she watches Grayson do the same to his flashlight as she plops rather ungracefully to the canvas floor and kicks off her shoes. Once she had the lantern turned on, illuminating the confined space of the tent in bright, artificial light, she grabs his forearm to drag him down with her. They share a heated look before he lays her back and meets her lips with his once again.

MJ moans softly and wraps one arm around his neck, the other around his back as they settle on the sleeping bag, her on her back and him on his side. One of his legs slips between hers and his left arm pillows the back of her head while his right hand makes broad strokes over her waist, up to brush the side of her breast, and back down to squeeze her ass. This earns him another sweet moan even as his tongue plunders her mouth with expert ease. She doesn't want to think about how much practice the kid has probably had in his not-so-distant earlier years.

Unfortunately, she’s thinking about it now, and a surge of irrational jealousy and possessiveness charges through her. She hitches the leg laying atop his higher up his hip and grinds down on the erection she hadn't even noticed until this moment. Grayson huffs out breathlessly at the contact, and she grins against his lips, emboldened by the effect she has on him. That ‘fuck it’ thought comes over her — quite literally — and, again, she chooses to follow it instinctively.

“Can we have sex?” she whispers, slipping her hand under his shirt and dragging her long, manicured nails down the smooth skin of his back, rubbing her center against the hard ridge of him once again. MJ takes full responsibility for the fact that she’s so intentionally manipulating his horny, 20 year-old man hormones, but she thinks if she doesn’t have him, she’s going to explode — and not in the way she wants to.

He looks at her, shock written clearly on his face. The fact that he seems to genuinely not have expected to fuck, even while she’s rocking steadily on his dick, endears him to her even more now.

“Y-yeah. Are you sure?” he asks, aiding her motions with the hand resting on her ass. The layers between them are thin, and she smiles when his eyes flutter as his hand makes the heat of her pussy even more palpable against him.

MJ nods. “I’ve got condoms in my bag.” Grayson opens his eyes and looks at her amusedly. She laughs, pinching his side playfully. “Don’t judge. A girl should always be prepared.”

“Hey, I’m not judging. In fact, I’m pretty damn thankful,” he says with a grin. She watches him like a hawk as he sits up and — she can practically hear the angels singing — lifts his t-shirt up and over his head.

“Dude, what is your body? I look like an actual marshmallow next to you,” she marvels incredulously. She works hard at the gym and in the kitchen so she knows she isn’t necessarily flabby by any means, but she definitely has some natural hips, tits, and ass, as well as the thighs that come with them. Still, she’s no Kardashian or anything, while he’s serving all the Chris Evans/Captain America vibes.

Grayson scoffs and drags his hoodie over her head before toying with the hem of her tank, eyeing her questioningly. She lifts her arms in answer and he smirks. “Not unless ‘marshmallow’ also means ‘in-shape, slim-thick baddie,’” he says before peeling away the thin fabric.

Her cheeks flush at his compliment, and it gives her the confidence to wiggle out of her strappy sports bra right then as well, hoping she doesn’t look too ridiculous struggling out of the tight, confining material. Luckily, her movements must cause her tits to jiggle in just the right way, because Grayson is already groaning at the sight by the time she tosses the garment across the tent.

“So, next secret about me,” he offers, cupping one of the pliable mounds in his warm hand and brushing her rosy nipple lightly with his thumb, “I’m 100% a boob man.”

MJ grins and threads her fingers through the back of his hair, guiding his mouth to her chest. She moans softly when his lips suction around the erect bud while his other hand massages the opposite breast, her supple flesh spilling out between his thick, calloused fingers. “So you’re saying they could be any old tits and you’d be happy?”

Grayson hums and shakes his head, releasing her with a small pop. “I’m saying you have amazing tits,” he corrects, trailing his tongue to her other nipple. “Soft and round…” he flicks his tongue lightly over it, and her eyes nearly roll back at the sensation. “Perky…” he contrasts the barely-there touch of his tongue with a harsh suck, causing her to arch off the sleeping bag. “34D?”

MJ lets out a breathless little laugh. “Yes, actually. That’s kind of gross,” she remarks, tugging on his hair.

Grayson laughs too and raises his head to devour her in a deep kiss. MJ sighs and wraps her arms around him as he continues to squeeze and massage her tits tenderly. She lifts her hips in an effort to make contact with his again, and Grayson thankfully takes her cues at once. He lowers himself to his forearms, grinding into her deliciously, but with their skin still separated by the pesky clothing covering their bottom halves.

She pushes back on his solid chest, a string of their mixed saliva snapping between their lips as he hovers over her. She admires his beautiful flushed face, his heaving abdomen, and the large erection that’s not hidden in the slightest by his red athletic shorts.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, amazed that she’s somehow got this sculpture-worthy man all to herself. “Get naked, please.”

He grins widely at her and obeys without hesitation. MJ shucks her own shorts and soaked panties, grateful for the fact that she had just gotten fully waxed only a couple of days ago. As she watches him strip, she can’t stop her hand from trailing down to her pussy, tracing her embarrassingly wet folds delicately. She definitely shouldn't be this aroused just from some heavy petting and amazing kisses; the realization hits that he hasn't even touched her clit yet, and the anticipation in her pussy for him to actually get his hands on her becomes ten-fold.

Grayson watches her with dark eyes and growls at the sight before him. She had shoved her free arm under her pillow, which enunciates the amazing curves of her hourglass figure. Her slim fingers lightly trace her smooth pussy, teasing herself gently. MJ knows he can see how wet she is even as he kicks off his shoes and socks and drags his shorts down his tattooed legs, desperate to feel her heat around him. When he drops to his knees with a groan, MJ eyes his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs that still cover his bottom half with disdain.

“Hey,” she pouts at him, breath hitching when his hands trail down her inner thighs to spread her open wider and make room for himself. She swallows hard, her skin tingling and pussy flooding even more at his touch. “Underwear. Off.”

“In a minute,” he mutters, his hand dipping between her legs experimentally, watching her face for clues of what she likes. “I need to touch you.”

MJ immediately squeaks and clutches at the blanket by her side, waiting not-so-patiently for him to light upon her clit or slip a thick finger inside her. “Grayson, please…”

At her begging, she gets the latter. Her back arches and a satisfied moan leaves her lips when he pumps it in and out slowly, her breath hitching in her chest. “More,” she instructs on a whimper, dragging him to her for a kiss.

He follows the pressure of her hand on the back of his neck, but right before he meets her lips with his, Grayson diverts his mouth directly to her ear. “I didn't hear a ‘please’ there, MJ.”

His hot breath sends delicious shivers down her spine that meet with those created by his finger, and she shudders, grinning. “More, please,” she corrects, looking him in the eye with a seductive smile. He returns it as he adds another finger to her center and presses his thumb to her clit as well. “Fuck, yes, Grayson.”

“You like that?” he murmurs hotly. She can’t look away from him, watching him watch her face contort beautifully under his ministrations. He groans himself and drops wet, open-mouthed kisses on her collar bone, working them up her neck to sink his teeth into the delicate pulse point there. His voice vibrates against her sensitive skin when he speaks again. “You wish it was my dick fucking your sweet little pussy?”

MJ whines her affirmation and grips the muscular forearm that supports him as he brings her closer and closer to the precipice of what promises to be an amazing orgasm. She can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed by the sloppy wet sounds coming from her pussy. Grayson smirks and, sensing how close she is, presses more firmly on her clit and curls his fingers inside her.

Immediately she arches off the ground with a high-pitched squeal as she cums harder than she has in a really, really long time. “Gray-son,” she sighs, her eyes closed as she rides out the waves, her hips jerking a little in time with the aftershocks. “Shit…”

“Do you want another one?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he withdraws his two fingers from inside her and instead used them to rub tight, quick circles over her swollen clit.

She has no idea how, considering how sensitive and satisfied she is from the first one, but somehow he is indeed already drawing another orgasm out of her. Words and sounds are non-existent as her mouth gapes open in sheer pleasure until she cums again, a guttural groan finally escaping her and filling the tent. She had no idea it’s possible to feel so overwhelmingly good, especially from a man; for the first time that she can remember, the vibrator in her underwear drawer at home is being given a run for its money.

“Okay, okay, I can’t!” she whines, grasping his wrist to stop his movements, unable to bear the sensation anymore. “Holy fucking shit.”

Grayson can’t resist trailing his fingers through her dripping slit as he pulls them out of her, and sucking them into his mouth, moaning wantonly at her taste. MJ watches him with heavy eyes and fights through the fatigue to surge up and suck his tongue into her mouth. They make out for a few minutes, letting her sensitivity fade some while still letting hands and lips roam all over each other, exploring new territory everywhere they go.

“Condoms are in the inside pocket of my backpack,” she eventually whispers into his ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth. “And get those boxers off, now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he jokes, crawling to the corner of the tent where her backpack is and digging through the pockets until he finds the strip of foil squares.

He shucks his underwear as instructed and MJ has to bite back a moan at the sight of his last concealed body part, standing tall and hard between his tattooed thighs. She’s as pleased as she has been with the rest of him, to say the least.

“Let me,” she insists, reaching for the single square he had separated from the pack. Grayson obliges and sucks in a breath, releasing it on a masculine groan when her hand closes around his thick length and pumps him a few times reverently. As much as she would love to make him fall apart with her hand or mouth, she’s too selfish to wait for him to recover enough to fuck her. And she wants him to fuck her, desperately; she needs him to fuck her.

She rips open the prophylactic and rolls it down his dick, bringing him down for a deep kiss as he settles between her legs. Their hips grind together a few times, drawing deep moans out of both of them.

“Can I tell you one more secret?” she whispers after a few moments, pulling back just enough so that her lips still move against his.

“Of course,” he replies, grinning and nuzzling her cheek with his nose.

MJ bites her lip, those earlier insecurities creeping back up just enough to make her feel like she needs to voice them. The weight of everything comes crashing down on her, and she takes a moment to gather herself as best she can with both of their brains lust-fogged and ready to go.

“I just want you to know that I’ve never really done this before,” she says finally. She can’t hold back a bark of laughter at his abashed face, only realizing now how that sounds. “Not like that. I mean, I’ve never had sex on the first date, or whatever this is tonight. I don’t think I’ve even had a one-night stand, actually. I just don’t want you to think…bad of me, I guess. Or think that I have sex with random boys in the desert all the time. Or ever. Not that that would be a bad —”

Grayson sighs with relief and shakes his head with a little smile, tracing his index finger over her lips to cut off rambling. MJ blushes and stares up at him sheepishly. “Sorry.”

His eyes are soft and reassuring. “You just threw me off there for a second. But I’m not judging you either way, MJ, that’s the last thing on my mind. I thought I told you this wasn’t a game to me, right? You want this, I want this, and it feels right.”

MJ smiles happily and nods, then kisses him again. “In that case,” she says, reaching between them to line him up with her center, “can you fuck me now?”

The lighthearted chuckle he’s about to let out turns into a rough moan at the feel of the head of his dick slipping between the warm wetness of her pussy lips. It draws him in like a siren’s call, and he pushes his hips forward slowly, letting her stretch around him with only a little discomfort due to his steady, experienced movements.

“Oh fuck,” he whispers, once he’s fully seated within her.

“Mmm,” she hums in agreement, relishing in the sensation of being filled so completely. She takes a moment to let them both adjust to him being inside her before planting her feet on the ground and raising her pelvis in an attempt to get him to move. He moans and follows her canting hips right away. As soon as MJ feels his body respond, she continues to rock her hips to meet his steady thrusts, making her body sing as they work together in a synchronous rhythm.

“Grayson!” she cries when he hooks her knees over the crooks of his elbows and changes the angle. She grasps at his bulging biceps and he quickens the pace, leaving her unable to keep up with the deliciously unrelenting snap of his hips.

He growls and flits his heated gaze back and forth between her rosy face and bouncing tits. “So fucking hot, MJ,” he groans, dipping his head to suckle at the junction of her neck and shoulder, reaching even deeper inside of her; she can’t bring herself to care that he’ll definitely leave a mark. “Pussy’s so wet and tight.”

The combined sounds of her girlish moans, his heavy huffs of breath, and the slick noises of their bodies coming together fills the confined space of the tent, amplifying her pleasure that much more. Her nails, long but somewhat blunt from her manicure, move to scratch across his back and drag down his serratus, making him visibly shiver.

As good as this is, her mind and body scream for more, more, more. She finds her voice somehow, moving one hand to his cheek and slipping her thumb between his lips. Grayson moans and sucks the digit into his mouth, making her pussy throb.

“I want you from behind… please,” she makes sure to tack on at the end.

“Yes,” he agrees immediately with a growl, pulling out of her long enough for her to flip over onto her elbows and knees. She feels weirdly empty without him, even for the brief moment.

When he pushes back into her, MJ’s eyes roll back in her head, and her cheek drops to her forearms. From the spot his dick hit the moment he’s inside her in this position, she knows somehow that this boy is going to make her come for a third time tonight. Any and all inhibition is lost then.

Her hands find purchase with a tight grip in the sleeping bag, and she arches her back as deep as she can as his hips slam against her ass over and over again. His tongue licks a seductive trail up her spine while one hand toys with her breast roughly, the other gripping her shoulder for leverage.

“Gonna blow your back out, baby,” he promises directly into her ear, his voice dripping with lust and confidence and drawing raspy, breathless moans from her lips.

“Ohhh, fuck! Harder, harder…” she whines, her jaw slack. Grayson doesn’t argue about her lack of begging as he grabs her long, loosened ponytail and wraps it around his wrist, sucking another deep red mark into her shoulder while he pounds into her.

Normally by now she would drop a hand down to rub herself, but she likes it rough like this so much that she doesn’t need any stimulation on her clit; if she had any brainpower left in her, she would have thought to reach between them to play with his balls instead, but the pleasure clouding her brain is simply too much.

“Like that?” he asks brokenly into her hair as he tugs hard enough on the thick, dark brown strands to lift her head back and give him access to kiss her sloppily. They’re both losing control fast.

The added intimacy of his lips on hers was all she really needs, and she feels her swollen walls tighten around his dick. “Oh my god, Grayson…I’m gonna cum,” she sobs, falling over the edge the next moment. It’s so intense, she can’t support her weight as her legs shake uncontrollably from the force of her orgasm. She slips down on the slick material of the sleeping bag as Grayson continues to fuck her down into the ground, her hips digging into the hard surface with the force of his thrusts, but it’s nearly imperceptible to her.

The grunts and curses he’s huffing breathlessly into her ear let her know he’s close, too. Sure enough, it’s only moments later until he’s groaning, “Yes, MJ… fuck!”

MJ feels him swell almost imperceptibly inside her before he explodes, rocking his hips into her in time with the spurts of his cum and a long, drawn out moan of relief escaping his full lips. It’s by far the sexiest sound she’s ever heard.

When he’s done, he pulls out and rolls off of her with a sigh, taking care to not crush her with his weight. As he pulls the condom off and ties it, MJ grabs the blanket and throws it over the two of them, snuggling into his outstretched arms.

There’s comfortable silence as they both catch their breath before he breaks it with a laugh. “Holy fuck,” he says incredulously, shaking his head and pressing his lips to her sweaty hair in a brief kiss. “That might have been the best sex of my life.”

MJ flushes even more than she already is. “Of your life? I’m four years older than you and I’ve never had a guy make me come more than once, but you did it three times,” she counters. She can practically see his ego swell before her, and she smiles as he tips her chin up so he can kiss her lips lightly. “So, ah, did we fuck the magic out of the night?”

Grayson looks down at her like she’s absolutely crazy. “Hell no. In fact…” he smirks and turns on his side, propping his head up with his elbow and tracing the features of her face with the fingers of his other hand. “Wanna know one more secret?”

She nods, transfixed by the shade of green his eyes have turned post-coitus.

“I don’t know that you'll be able to get rid of me any time soon, Makenna Jean,” he admits quietly, dropping a kiss to her nose.

MJ grins back at him, his touch lulling her into an even deeper state of serenity. “Good thing I wasn't planning on it, Grayson…something.”

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yalagarden · 4 years

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HAT IS A TOTE BAG?

A large bag suitable for carrying (or carrying) luggage is the bus. (They are sometimes called carry-all bags for the same reason.) A wide range of toot bags has been styled. For example, reusable cotton shopping bags are actually supported bags, but Joanna-Gaines-inspired leather totes. However, while the details may vary, the answer is "a bag?" The four main methods remain the same:

Shape

The tote bag is big. they have to be! A great toot bag would be enough to carry comfortably what you might need all-day - books, laptops, gym clothes, sunscreen? The beauty of a toot bag is its flexibility. Think you want anything? Toss it in a tote bag.

Straps

Another universal feature of the toot bag is its two long straps and wide open tops. Tote bags are easily hung over the shoulder, and the wide-open top (sometimes secured with just one magnet closure) allows easy entry when going. Tote bags often have a large interior space, while some provide internal pockets for basic organization. The wide top opening allows you to easily see and use the contents of your bag.

Structure (or not)

Some toot bags are literally large bags with straps, and they provide absolutely no structure (such as a plain cotton shopping bag), and some are SO structured, giving the feel that your shoulder is larger than. is. Going to the cereal box. A great option is taking them somewhere in the middle - such as these toot bags with removable soles. If you are feeling loose-fitting then use a base to provide structure or take it out. The options are good.

Style

Beyond the original cotton, toot bags can be found in luxurious materials to complement any style - without compromise. Waxed canvas tote bags are both beautiful and durable. Perfectly waxed canvas, or mixed with leather accents, a waxed canvas tote is a picture of rugged beauty. Leather Tote Bags can be streamlined and simplified, or they can add detail to things like dump leather accents.

Soft leather bags and waxed canvas tots are as gorgeous as they are functional, and their trend will never end.

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gregwhite · 5 years

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I’m the sort of fellow who enjoys a good bag. Whether it’s my trusty Minaal for travel, a Topo Designs for the gym, or a Peak Designs sling to carry my camera, a good bag--as Chase Reeves says--is a delight on a daily basis. My newest bag is the Trakke Bairn MK2 Mini Messenger. It’s a 6L messenger bag from Trakke, a lovely company that makes soulful handmade bags in their workshop in Glasgow. The materials are all sourced from Great Britain and their waxed canvas bags speak of outdoor adventures and past lives AND come with lifetime repairs. I’ve been using their Banana Bum bag for a few months now and it’s become my favorite “pocket item” bag, replacing my Topo Designs Micro Rover. It doesn’t hurt that the waxed canvas is highly water resistant and looks great.

When it comes to every day carry bags, I think there are two broad categories. One is the kind of bag that you need to interact with on the go. In this category, I think Peak Designs has nailed it. Their 5L sling or 20L backpack, for instance, are the kinds of bags you can get in and out of in seconds flat, with quick adjustment straps that work wonderfully, and the sort of thoughtful organization that allows you to grab something from inside the bag with ease.

The other category is the kind that you use to get your stuff from point A to point B, with no interaction on the go. They aren’t the most technically advanced bags on the market, but as is the case with the Trakke Bairn MK2, what they lack in futuristic functionality, they make up for with soul.

It may sound strange to talk about a bag in terms of soul, but I think buying a few beautiful things for your daily life that you love interacting with can really bring a level of intentionality that generic products just don’t provide. Call it mindfulness for thoughtful consumers.

The other benefit of buying high quality items is that they will very likely last you your entire life, whereas cheaper bags or backpacks are more likely to break down and leave you feeling uninspired. On the days I’m using the Bairn MK2, I actually find myself looking forward to packing it up. While it doesn’t fulfill my needs all the time (there are some instances where 6L either too much or too little), for the times that it fits the bill, it really knocks it out of the park.

Usually, I’d use the Bairn MK2 if I’m walking over to a cafe to write. Typically I’d fill it with my small Macbook Air inside a padded case, my GX85 inside a padded pouch, a book, my macbook charger, and an 18oz water bottle.

As I said earlier, it’s not the most technically proficient bag on the market and it has some shortcomings. It lacks a handle, it doesn’t have quick access pockets, and adjusting the strap while you’re wearing the bag is awkward. And if you overpack it, it’s not terribly comfortable, so I’d recommend asking yourself “do I need to bring this?” before you pack it out for the day. As with all bags, under packing it is always better than overpacking it. Let the bag guide you!

Again, if you need to constantly get in and out of your bag on the go, or want a bag with substantial padding or organization, this probably isn’t going to be the bag for you. For me, the bag is best when I am just going a short distance and won’t need my stuff until I get where I’m going (or in the case of the camera, I’ll just carry with me and put it away inside the bag when I get where I’m going).

BUT, and this is a key point for me, if you use this bag in a certain way, it will legitimately improve your life. Just opening those stainless steel buckles or grabbing one of the zip pulls to open the YKK weather guard zippers is a tactile and visceral pleasure.

Similar to opening a really nice notebook, it seems to imbue the work I’m about to do with more meaning and focus. Sure, you can use a dumpy little CVS notepad and a Bic to take notes on a project, OR for like $10 you can get a Mnemosyne notebook and some Pilot V5s and have a sensory experience while taking those very same notes. Why not elevate the experience and open yourself up to as many small moments of the process as possible?

And so it is for bags as well! When using a beautiful bag, I think to myself, “This beautiful bag has carried my tools for me, and now I am ready to do good work.” Maybe I’m overstating things a little. The things you buy either speak to you or they don’t. For me, I don’t have a ton of stuff, but what I do buy is generally well researched and carries some meaning for me.

In some ways, I think the fact that this bag cannot be accessed quickly or in a rush is part of its charm. It’s not difficult to get into, mind you, but it’s just not a hyper efficient Peak Designs style bag from the future. But because it cannot be rushed and because the materials are so soothing to the touch, I find that it serves as a reminder to be more present. Someone took the time to assemble this bag by hand. It is a crafted item worth studying and it seems to suggest that we take a similar degree of intentionality to the work we do.

The other wonderful thing about Trakke bags is the way the waxed canvas breaks in over time. When you first get your bag, it will feel slightly slick and a little stiff. But over time, with many uses and days on your back or hip, it begins to soften and take on signs of use. In short, it becomes a record of the work you have done and the miles it has been carried. Your bag will only ever look like your bag.

Again, this sort of communion either matters to you or it doesn’t, but to me, the bag has become a faithful companion for a very specific task. Right now I’m working on two features, and I’ve been working out of my local coffee shop as I attempt to scale these mountains. And even though I am a true beginner in some ways with these larger-than-pilot-sized scripts, the Trakke Bairn MK2 has been right there with me, reminding me to slow down, take things one bite at a time, and enjoy the process. Mindfulness is another word for paying attention, and a bag like the Bairn MK2 gives you a lot to pay attention to.

That’s a lot of potentially insufferable hyperbole to heap upon a $170 messenger bag, but after a few months of use, the Trakke Bairn MK2 has changed my work life in subtle but meaningful ways.

#trakke #EDC #bag reviews

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