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[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 4

Prompt: Teratophilia Pairing: monster!IN(Jeongin) x fem!reader WC: 3,395 (I literally said “what” outloud...no way) Summary: Would you still love me if I was a worm? Of course you would! But what if I had three tails and claws and teeth sharp enough to rip your throat out and black eyes? Would you still love me then? This is a work of fiction, it does not represent IN or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.  Additional warnings under the cut.

TW/CW: Idk a great tag for this but Jeongin’s conscious is essentially trapped when he shifts into a monster (unwillingly), the monster is very enthusiastic about fucking, Jeongin is not so much out of fear you’ll get hurt. That said IDK where to rate on the consent scale.

Also I use italics to indicate conversations between the monster and Jeongin. Sorry if that’s annoying or unclear.

Simple warnings - monsterfucking, big dick, humping, unprotected sex, breeding, knotting.

 “Babe, I think you need to know something about me before you start fantasizing about our dream apartment together,” Jeongin sighs. He knew this day was coming. For as excited as he was to dream about the future with you, he was afraid. He knew if it got to this point he’d have to tell you. Mentally listing the number of people who knew and the number of people who’d stuck around he found the number could be held in one hand alone.  You don’t even look up from your phone, scrolling aimlessly, waiting for him. Your eyes flick up to look at him as he fails to continue further. “Mhm. Okay?   “You know how you have a time of the month and like, I am super understanding and buy you supplies and have no problem going out to grab pads or even, like, lay down a towel because a good orgasm can really help cramps? I’m going to need you to be just as understanding okay?   Finally you look up from your phone, concerned. “You don’t need the monologue, what’s up?   He takes another deep breath, hands gripping his knees. Staring straight forward he blurts his whole prepared speech, ���I’m actually a monster. A real monster with teeth and fangs. Once a month I need to lock myself to a chair because the need becomes too strong and I could-I could hurt people.”  You’re a blank, expressionless. It worries him, it isn’t a reaction he’d prepared for. “Okay? Like a theoretical monster or-”  “No, like a schedule three restricted access elevated permissions type monster. As in only a few people and even fewer know who are alive. Real serious shit type of monster.   Your brows furrow, “like a werewolf or…?”  At least you don’t look scared. It’s only natural for you to have questions he tells himself. “It’s complicated. Not like one of those hollywood types. Technically I think I’m ‘otherwise unspecified’ but, to summarize, think scales and teeth and wings and talons and black eyes.   The fear and regret and panic in your precious Innie’s eyes is hard to miss. The rapid way he’s rattling through the worst as a nervous habit proves his sincerity. You smile softly at him, “I think I need to see for myself.”  “What no. NO. I could- did you not hear me? I could hurt you if I-” he shudders. “If I get free I don’t know-I couldn’t guarantee-I’m not myself.   You shrug and turn back to your phone, “I trust you. I just wanna see.”

  It takes weeks of working on him to get him to agree to let you join him on his formerly labeled “boys night”. It was not without a long list of compromises on your part. You were to only observe through glass of the french doors in his living room. He would wear additional heavy duty cuffs and chains to hold him back in case the first set failed.  “No matter what,” he reminded you as you locked him into the recessed hooks behind his couch, “no matter what you cannot touch me and you cannot leave the next room. Not even to leave the apartment. The apartment door is the last line of defense and if I get out-”  ‘I know. You’ve said a billion times Innie,” you say as you push his hair back. “It’ll be fine. I trust you.   Jeongin shakes his head, holding his tongue. So stupidly confident, he knew no matter what he said he couldn’t shake it from you. Stubborn and confident in the face of the unknown. He couldn’t help but smile to himself as he looked over your handiwork. Everything was just the slightest big large, for now and not for long. The faintest shimmer crossed his forearm beneath the cuff. “Leave. Now.”  Tucking back his hair again you can’t help yourself, tilting his chin up to kiss him. “I love you.”  The kiss dries his mouth, he’s so thirsty he could die. His tongue presses to your lips, eagerly licking into your mouth as you grant him permission. You taste so sweet, sweeter than any candy he’s ever tried. Chasing your lips hungrily his teeth snap at you as you pull away. The sudden aggression making you both jump.  “Are you deaf? Leave!” Jeongin’s fingers dig into his knees, veins popping out all over. Grabbing you he tries his best to toss you backwards, chains cutting his throw short. It’s just enough to send you stumbling backwards. A split second of fear shines in your eyes, a split second that he hates himself for. “Leave,” he whimpers, head hung as he hears the click of the door behind you.

  It’s just in time. Jeongin’s arms start itching, he twitches and contorts to try to relieve the nagging flares popping all over his arms and legs. Slowly the iridescent shine stays, black scales tipping his arms and covering his hands. He screams as the bones of his finger morph curling back and up before lengthening into claws. The human part of him that remains is glad he can’t find you, hoping you left fully and locked the door behind you. Pain shoots through his spine, forcing him to curl in on himself. His jaw unhinges, gurgling through the spit pooling in his mouth, teeth turning to fangs as two feathery wings sprout from his back.  Panting and screeching he’s a half formed creature. Part lizard, part bird, part wolf, and still some human left to spare. The doctors told him it would’ve been easier if he had been able to fully transform, that being in limbo is what made him able to remember it all. This partial transformation kept the sliver of human unable to act and conscious of his state. Full shift meant the human portion wouldn’t know, could escape the pain of knowing and being unable to act.  The creature inside was pissed. It was always upset but tonight the cuffs felt particularly tight and heavy. Tugging with all his might the metal left raw impressions in the scales. Teeth snapping into the night air in desperation. He wanted to feed. He wanted more than food.

  You sat in the small what the landlord considered “dining room” just beyond the doors. Hidden in the pitch black dark beyond the doors you followed your boyfriends’ instructions to remain still and calm. Watching the pain and anguish crossing his face, you want to burst through the door. Despite the various ways he could rip you limb from limb or otherwise harm you, he looked sad. Your heart ached as you watched him struggle, magnificent wings beating and folding and flexing to try to assist his fruitless tugs. Beautiful. He was beautiful, an angel even.

 Almost an hour passed of him fighting frantically with his restraints until he wore himself out, scraped and bruised. Pitiful vocalizations were all that was left of his resistance. Feathers covered the floor, some falling from stress and others from effort. He was still beautiful. Hair hanging into his eyes, he was still beautiful. You watch him for hours, staring, though he really didn’t do much more than doze off and tug at the chains. The way the light falls on him is entrancing, dark scales seemingly twinkling at you like he was covered in stardust. Moreover he still looks like your boyfriend, despite the additions. Your heart ached for him, face covered in tear stains. The once loose cuffs looked far too tight.

  The scraping of metal against metal perks his sensitive hearing. The most delicious scent of vanilla and coconut wafts past his nose. His breathing accelerates as the pat of a bare foot hitting the ground echos loudly in the otherwise empty apartment. The door clicks and his head snaps to face the intruder.  Your stomach drops as his black eyes turn to you, grinning. His teeth are sharp and slick with saliva. “Innie, it’s me,” you whisper.   Eat. EAT. Take. TAKEtaketakeeatdevourpossess. His senses go hayware, newly invigorated to tear at his bindings. What a delicious offering. What a snack. If only this body could have her whole-   He snaps and growls in your direction, chains straining and cuffs cutting in. “Innie! Yang Jeongin! I know you’re in there!”  The monster howls, doing one last tug before settling again. Don’t hurt her, you can’t hurt her. I will kill us if you hurt her. She’s not for eating, she’s not an offering. She’s my girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. The monster huffs, head twitching to his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he gives you a once over.  “I’m going to come closer. I’m-we need to be able to get along.”  He sneers and growls at the thought. This tiny thing is right. No eating. Girlfriend. Fine. No eating. The monster appears to sulk as you draw nearer. What used to be your boyfriend’s body has grown much larger than you originally thought, almost completely covered in a pattern of smooth scales.   “I’m going to touch you, the cuffs look tight. I want to make sure you aren’t hurting yourself.”   Please no please no please no I can’t control it, I’m not- he’s not in my control. The monster gives you a sideways glance but makes no movement as you reach your hand out slowly. The scales vary from slick and soft like a snakes underside to thicker and more protective where callouses used to be. In particular where the cuffs encircle his legs and arms has built up a layer of armor. A small chirp noise eminantes from his chest over a deep rumble.   “Are you purring? Do you purr?” You smile as you continue to stroke the soft side of his body. “Is the big scaly boy purring?”  A small click comes from his throat, head shaking back and forth. Moremoremoremoremore this. Need this. Good. Hunger. Want tiny thing. Everywhere. Yes. Want everywhere. More everywhere. More now. More fast. Moremoremoremore. Practically panting his eyes slide closed into a state of bliss. Suddenly he flinches and pulls from you with a snap.

  Your blood runs cold, teeth inches from your shoulder as you throw yourself backwards to the wall. “Hey! Innie! Be nice!” No leverage to hold over your words, a rush of adrenaline has you giggling. “I know you don’t mean it. I know my Innie won’t let you. I trust him so I trust you.”  Stupid tiny thing. Pretty. Want. Want more. Need. He whines and hangs his head.  “It was my fault, I went too far and you didn’t know how to handle it. Just warn me next time, okay?” You approach him again, speaking in a low soothing tone. He’d been overstimulated, he didn’t know kindness, he acted out of fear not out of a wish you hurt you. You made every excuse in the book. Heart beating wildly you were closer than ever before as he leaned back, shaking his hair from his eyes.  Closer close, yes, close. Do not fucking hurt her, you know what will happen to us if you hurt her. Closetastytinyclosetastytiny. DON’T.  Both of you barely breathe as you stroke his hair, slowly pushing it back so that it doesn’t bother him. You’d politely not looked at his boxers, previously loose now stretched to the max, but it was hard to ignore the twitch at your thigh. His eyes slide closed again and you withdraw your hand, his mouth twisting into a frown. “This time you’ll warn me right?”  He chirps again. Stupid tiny thing more now more.  Instead of returning to his hair you start touching his chest. He’s still human here, morphing into fur on his stomach and then to scale on his thighs. Your hands shake as your fingers caress down to the band of his boxers. The faint rumbling starts again. Long strokes from chest to waist, steady as you feel the muscles below relax. As your fingers ghost over the band he growls. “Not there?” You ask softly, shortening your path.  Claim. Hurt hurt need claim. Tiny human need. Need. Breed. Spawn. Offspring. Yes. Tiny thing carry spawn. “Touch. Hurt.” The words are mumbled and unclear, monster unsure of the shape of the words when spoken.   Your eyebrows shoot up. “Hurt? Where, how can I help? What can I do?”   His head hangs down, staring at the nearly destroyed boxers. “Hurt.”  Thumbs slipping below the waist band you watch his face, his mouth, his claws as you tug downwards. The soft thud of muscle against muscle as, whatever is going on down there, hits his furry lower abdomen. The noise he makes is new to your ears, a pleased trill traveling high to low. Pheromones flood the room, musky and masculine. Your head rings, blinking to clear your vision. “That help?” You don’t dare look down. Whatever it was sounded as monstrous as the being that had changed your boyfriend.  Don’t you dare, don’t you dare let her. You can’t have her. You can’t. You’ll hurt her. The monster huffs.  Eyes glued above his waist you continue to pet him, opting to skim his collarbones and shoulders instead of lower. “How is that my sweet thing? See we can be friends. I can help you. You don’t need to be afraid of me.”   Purring, his head droops again, chin to chest, “more.”  You gulp, heart dropping into your gut. “Oh-okay. If you’re sure.” Holding your breath your eyes flick south. “Fuck, more? More?” Your voice trembles. Innie wasn’t normally anything to shrug at, perfectly average length and just a little bit thicker. This, whatever the monster did to his body, this was the most. Your abs flex, walls of your sex clenching. His dick looked mostly human, deep purple and blue veins ran the thick shaft, all the way up to the head, tapered and an angry red.  “Touch,” he insists. You’ll hurt her. She-I-. Your spawn too. Our spawn. Our brood. We breed. We spawn. He lightly growls as you hesitate.   Shooting a glare at him you scold, “be nice, or I leave.” His claws grab what he can, the lower half of your calves, sharp ends carefully pressed. You weren’t going to leave him. Whining he almost looks sorry. “You manipulative little shit.” Pressing your palm to the base his cock easily passes the length of your fingers. “There’s just no way-”   “Find. More. Moremoremore,” he moans and thrusts against you. The tang of need on his tongue. The chains rattle ominously. “Find. Hurt.”   “Let me just take,” you try to scoot away from him, his claws scratching lightly as he tenses. “I need to take these pants off. To help. If you want me to help--” the grip drops immediately.   Growling and snapping as you leave him he looks more like a feral creature than your beloved. Hair wild and wings stretching to his sides. She won’t leave. She should leave. God damn it, can you just control yourself? Listen to me and we can get through this. You’ll have her, fine, you’ll get to have her. My rules, her rules. You get your fucking claim can you just listen for once? The monster leans back, heels pressing into the floor.  Naked in the moonlight you straddle him, bolder than before as you hear the familiar clicking and rumbling. “I promised. I kept my promise. Now promise, no bite, no scratch, no eat.” Your elbows rest on his shoulders, pressing his hair out of his eyes to stare into him, trying desperately to reach the boy inside the beast.   He growls, burying his head in your chest. You heard her.  Tentatively you wrap your hands around him, needing both to cover his circumference. He’s already sticky with slick. Self lubricating perhaps, or from the steady stream of substance trickling from his slit. You squeeze and pump him as you rub against his scaled thigh. IN looks pleased at least, head back and eyes closed as he purrs. However your arms quickly start hurting, range of motion and girth a challenge to your muscles. Meanwhile you’re practically dripping down his thigh, quickly growing desparate.  Your scent is potent in the air, drool leaking from the sides of his lips. Delicious devour defile deep so deep want need wantwantwantwant candy dumb stupid tiny. Fragile mine mine have need mine. He grunts and whines, arms tugging again at the chains. For some reason despite the closeness, despite the fact that he could easily bite you, you aren’t afraid.  “Normally you’d prep me but,” you smile adoringly at his pleased expression, “I somehow don’t think that’ll happen huh.”   He chirps back, hips bucking enthusiastically upwards as your grip loosens.  You’re glad for the tapered tip as you position him at your entrance. It’ll still be a stretch no double but at least it wasn’t a blunt one. Baring his teeth IN growls, writhing and thrusting up into your wetness. “My speed!” You yelp as the head pops passed your entrance.  Her speed jackass go her speed! Warm, want more. Deeper need, need deep. Tiny thing is small tight warm warm tight need. He pants and groans as you slowly slip down, his hips canting and bouncing, eeking out whatever extra depth he could. Finally you settle, only able to take a little over 3/4th of him, leaving the bulbous, calloused base exposed. You bend forward and wrap your arms around his neck, rocking your hips as you get used to the burning stretch. With your ear to his neck you can better feel his pleased subvocalizations, trilling as your fingers scratch the leathery base of his wings.

  “Good boy. You’re being really good for me,” you mutter as you feel him tense and shudder. “Doing well, going my pace. Feels good. Good right?” Leaning back you grind against his lower abs, letting the coil in your stomach wind back. “Just a little more and then I gotta rest, okay?” Your walls squeeze desperately around him. Your beautiful monster. Dangerous and hungry but yours.  More need moremoremoremoremoremoremore faster go faster deep fast. He grits his teeth and yips, frustrated. His muscles flex, as his arms tug again. Grab, grab tiny. Grab fill breed fill spawn. Mate mine mineminemine. Hungry. Twisting and tugging again a link pops with a bang. Throwing you off balence, falling foward to grab him by the shoulders. Your overstimulated clit spasms, orgasm rolling painfully over you. Your scent floods his nostrils, sweet and musky and a little spicy now. Delicious. No don’t you dare don’t you dare. She’s my girlfriend don’t you dare. He tugs again, the second set of chains popping open. Our tiny. Our.  The curve of his talons perfectly fit over your shoulder as his arms wrap around you. It all happens in the blink of an eye, the chains popping, his arms gathering you between them, the force of his hips driving forward as he locks you in his embrace.  You’re screaming as he forces the rest of himself inside of you, practically roaring as you both fall forward. Hanging off of him he cradles you as he pounds brutally quickly into your cunt. There’s no art or finesse to it, only aim to drive himself as deeply as possible into your womb. Every noise he makes is strange and animalistic, rough tongue licking away at your neck as if he was preparing you for something much more sinister.  You’re moaning, maybe, or choking on air, could be screaming. The blood rushing in your ears clouds your perception of noise. Cumming again on him, drives as deep as he can go, base of his cock growing thicker and locking inside of you. Whiting out from the pressure, your body is limp and vulnerable to the monster.  Bitebitebitebitebitebitebitebite mate bitebitebite. He waits for the other man to speak. Bite? The other man has quieted or left. He bares his teeth, your neck exposed. It would be easy. He huffs, another spurt of release emptying into you, stomach distending slightly.  The monster gathers you, sitting back and draping your form over his chest as he purrs. You shiver, locked to him naked in the cool night air. Two wings wrap around you, cloaking you in what little he can provide. The man will be back in the morning light, the monster is satisfied and so are you.

I was thinking about this one and as I was writing I feel like next year I’ll do fewer prompts but just...all monsters. Like monsterfucker october for kinktober. Assign different traits to all the skz and atz members.

[joelmillers-whore]

I've Got Nothing Left To Hide

summary: it has been a month since your injury, of taking it slow, and helping your father out more. and you’re sick of it. ever since you fully recovered you saw less and less of joel. actually, both miller brothers seem to be avoiding you and you’re determined to find out why. 

pairing: joel miller x reader, tommy & reader (platonic) 

word count: 3.5K 

series or one-shot

warnings: mature, language, cock-blocker tommy, joel x female!reader, no mention of Y/N, canon timeline (sort of), jackson era, post-outbreak, slight angst, joel avoiding his feelings, ends on a cliffhanger (sorry not sorry) 

A/N: got a little carried away. again. i am so thrilled that ya’ll wanted another part of this. i was hoping that you would because i had so much fun writing it. so, here we go. i was kind of going for more background on the whole dynamic between reader and joel and reader and tommy. it’s not super joel x reader heavy but i think i’m going to do anther part and explore their relationship more. let me know what ya’ll think of this part, i would love to hear some feedback or some ideas for other parts. thank you <3

read the prequel here

Spring was officially on the way. Every time you stepped outside, you spotted a new sign that Mother Nature was giving you. Like last week, in the middle of your daily walk around town, you’d stopped and looked down, seeing a patch of half-frozen grass at your feet, the beginnings of vibrant green peeking out of the snow.

For as much as you couldn't wait until it was spring, there was still more winter to be had. A crisp chill still clung to the air, which made you wrap your worn sheep-wool jacket tighter around your body. 

You unlatched the bar of wood that was slotted in place across the solid, wooden door of the church, pushing the doors open and taking a deep breath when the air hit your lungs. You’d been breathing in stale air the whole day, so this was a welcome relief.

You took a step back, taking in the view of the town from your elevated advantage. Your eyes snagged on the clinic across the street, reminding you that it hadn’t been that long since you’d been back home. 

You snapped your eyes shut, suddenly overwhelmed by the memories, the screaming, the pain. Your heartbeat was erratic, your breathing coming out harsher as your mind assaulted you with images that you’d tried hard to forget.

It was like you had been transported back in time and you felt weak, unable to protect yourself from the looming threat. You clenched your teeth, making your jaw ache. You’re safe. You’re not in that cabin anymore. You’re home. 

You never wanted to feel that helpless again, and you were determined not to, if anyone ever let you out of your gilded cage. Tommy and your father had taken it upon themselves to make every decision regarding your safety without consulting the one person that it would affect the most; you. It was driving you to the edge of madness. 

They were always keeping an eye on you, making sure that at least one of them was with you at all times. You’d made one mistake, one small fucking mistake, and now you were paying for it. As if the scar above your belly button wasn’t enough proof. 

Tommy had restricted your duties and practically barred you from going out on patrol, in no uncertain terms. And your father had been all too happy to jump at the opportunity, insisting that you could be of more use to him and the community if you helped out around the church.

He was obvious in how he wanted you to follow in his footsteps and one day take over as minister of the church, but that was the last thing that you wanted.

You wanted freedom, something different, more adventure. Not being chained to a pulpit for the rest of your life, however long that might be. But your father was the only family you had left, ever since the end of the world. It had been you and him, and you’d be remiss if you didn’t at least try to make an effort. You and your father had come a long way since arriving in town. 

You could remember the day vividly when Tommy had found you both just outside of Jackson, starving, bloody, and bruised. He had asked what either of you could bring to their community, in terms of skills. You had been surprised when he’d accepted you, your father’s only skill being that he was a minister before the outbreak.

But Tommy, being Tommy had seen past that. Seen past the lack of skills and past the teenager who was afraid of her own shadow. 

Aside from giving the folks of Jackson a distraction, some way to rationalize the direction the world was heading, you both couldn’t be much use to them. The old man and the kid. But again, the people of Jackson had surprised you, making you feel welcome quickly. It wasn’t for free, while you found your footing, you had also done your part to help out around town. 

Even at sixteen, Tommy and Maria had treated you better than some of the adults in town had a first. You were someone, even back then, who wasn’t trusting when it came to new people. You’d had your guard up at all times, starting fights with other kids your age until Tommy had stepped in.

He had taken you under his wing, not pushing you to open up, but more so guided you and gave you the space so that in your own time you came around. He’s nurtured you and taught you useful skills; mainly how to hold and shoot a gun. 

It wasn’t long before you were tagging along on patrol, Tommy claiming that you were a natural, and slowly building up the courage to leave town on your own, or with your own patrol partner. He had built you up from a volatile kid who could barely throw a punch, to someone who could take down a fully grown man in under two minutes. 

You couldn’t give him all the credit though, you’d worked your ass off, turning yourself into a human weapon. Refined and deadly. There wasn’t a day that went by when you didn’t think about how grateful you were that he had taken a chance on you and your father. 

Years had passed since you had first arrived in Jackson, but those lessons that Tommy had instilled in you still remained. A hoarse voice called your name, pulling you from your reminiscent thoughts, and making you turn toward it. It was your father. He was walking toward you, the slight limp on his right side more prominent now than it had been back then. 

Your face dropped as he approached, emotion bubbling in your throat when you looked at him. His skin was almost translucent, pale when the light hit it. And the colour of his eyes dulled as each year came and went, the weathered crinkles on the edges deepening whenever he smiled or laughed.

You couldn’t stop yourself from taking him in, hoping to save a mental snapshot of him while he was still here. 

Realistically, you knew that he didn’t have much time left, but the unrealistic part of yourself, the part that wanted him to last forever, ignored the realism and gave him a smile. No matter how many times you told him to take it easy, and remind him that he wasn’t fifty anymore, he wouldn’t hear it.

He’d brush you off and mumble something about how age was just a number. He didn’t want you to worry about him, he’d said. And you would drop it, carrying on like nothing was wrong. 

As your father approached you, he gripped the back of a pew, putting all of his weight onto it as if it was a struggle to stand. Your eyes dipped to his hand, but his voice brought you back. 

“Everything okay?”, he asked. 

You exhaled an annoyed puff of air. If there was a running tally of how many times in the past month your father asked you how you were, it would probably venture in the thousands. He was being overprotective and it was getting on your last nerve.

You appreciated that he cared about you but at a certain point, it was too much. Between both him and Tommy, you were one more question away from ripping your hair out. 

“Fine”, you replied, snippily. You cleared your throat harshly, your telltale sign that you wanted to move on from the topic of conversation. 

Your father’s face softened, noticing how you were folding in on yourself, avoiding his eyes, making yourself almost invisible. You were uncomfortable. 

“You seen Tommy today?”, he asked, changing the subject. 

You shook your head, surprisingly, you hadn’t. Which wasn’t out of the norm, Tommy was a busy guy and you understood the shift in his priorities as the community continued to grow. But lately, he had been checking in on you more and more, even since you’d gotten injured while on patrol. 

You sighed, letting yourself think back to what had transpired after Joel had gotten you back to Jackson. Joel. You could still feel the ghost of his deft fingers trailing your arms, the contrast of his callouses and the softness of his touch as he held you close to your body, cradling you like you were something precious.

Your mind had blocked out a lot from the incident, preventing you from remembering key details. But you remembered Joel. 

You remembered his strong arms helping you onto his horse, or the way that his lips melded with yours as you kissed him in the clinic. You brought two fingers to your lips, trying to memorialize how it felt to finally kiss Joel. His gruff voice echoed in your mind, constantly on a loop of we’re almost home and hold on a little longer and don’t give up yet, darlin’.

Somehow, through the delirious fog, it had been his voice that broke through and it was the one thing that had tethered you to this world, not letting you leave just yet. 

That had been the bulk of what you remembered, aside from the searing pain in your stomach from the stab wound. You could thank those fucking raiders for that one.

To your surprise, it hadn’t taken all that long for the wound itself to heal, the patch of skin now only an ugly and scarred reminder of how you couldn’t ever have your guard down like that again. 

According to the doctor, Joel had gotten you back to Jackson just in time. He had said that if he had waited longer you probably wouldn’t have made it. You hadn’t been prepared to hear that, to hear that you had been that close to death.

Before you’d had a chance to spiral after hearing that cheery news, Joel had returned to his side. Stoic as ever. You’d smelled him before you had seen him, his familiar musk invading your senses wholly and completely. 

You had spotted him almost immediately, meeting his huge brown eyes that, to your surprise, had already been on you. You’d been harbouring a crush on Joel for the better part of a year, Tommy insisting that you become his new patrol partner recently hadn’t helped much in quelling it either. 

You’d thought that things had progressed with Joel, you’d broken through his hard exterior to the point that he now laughed at your jokes, cracking some of his own in return, and he seemed like he enjoyed your company enough when you were alone for long stretches of silence during patrol. 

But now, a month after your injury, when you had kissed him and he had kissed you back, he seemed as distant as when you had first partnered up with him. And it was eating at you. You thought you had been on the same page, but clearly, you hadn’t been.

Your stomach twisted into knots when you thought about it. You couldn’t help thinking that you had fucked everything up between you. 

Maybe he had just been nice, kissing you back, telling you that it had been okay, comforting you. Maybe you were reading into a simple kiss between friends.

But why then would he tell you that he wanted to kiss you? Ever since the doctor had released you, you hadn’t seen Joel around. Keeping in line with the he-was-avoiding-you train of thought. 

You and Joel were friends, even though he would never admit it out loud, and you needed to confront him. If only for your own piece of mind. Your father called your name again. 

“Sorry”, you mumbled, “Did you say something?”. 

“All I said was that you should go take a walk around town, get some air”. 

Your brows furrowed. He had been keeping a close eye on you for weeks, and now suddenly he was suggesting that you take a walk, alone. Was he trying to get rid of you? 

“Why?”, you asked, skepticism lining your tone.   

“You’ve been attached to my hip all day, girl. Maybe go down to the market, find us something for dinner”, he paused, rubbing his chin, “Or go find Tommy”. 

And there it was. If wasn’t him keeping an eye on you, it was Tommy. You crossed your arms over your chest. An idea sparked as you thought more about your walk. 

“Fine”, you started, leaning forward and pecking his cheek. “Be back soon”. 

“Don’t rush”, your father called out as you crossed the church threshold. 

You had been walking around town for about ten minutes, casting a tight-lined smile at anyone you passed. Your cheeks were numb, the harsh winter wind nipping at them as you continued walking through town, passing by the Tipsy Bison. You stopped in your tracks.

Would it be weird if you happened to stop by Joel’s house? 

You bit your bottom lip, rolling it between your teeth. You debated the idea for all of a minute before you changed your direction, pushing the self-doubt aside as you made your way to Joel’s house. Before you knew it, you were on his front porch, inches from his door.

You were about to knock when your fist froze midway, you were hesitating. What if Joel didn’t want to see you? What if he was avoiding you for a reason? 

You began to step back, your foot finding the first step, backing away slowly. Suddenly, the door whipped open and you were knocked off balance from seeing Joel, literally. You fell back, over the steps and landed on your back in the cold snow. 

“Shit”, Joel mumbled, rushing toward you. 

Your face was burning from embarrassment as Joel kneeled down beside you. You chuckled awkwardly, propping yourself up on your elbow. His hand rested on your knee, the sensation causing an unexpected jolt in your body. 

Joel’s grip on your knee tightened ever so slightly, but he didn’t look away from your face, concentrating solely on you. 

He let out a steady puff of air, “You okay?”. 

You let your head fall back, chuckling humourlessly. God, could anyone ask you anything different? 

You looked back at Joel, who was staring at you peculiarly, his eyes squinting. 

“Peachy”, you responded, an edge to your voice. 

Joel straightened, extending a hand to you. But you ignored it, getting to your feet without his help. He took a step back from you, doing so almost cautiously.

His broad frame towered over you, watching your every move as you dusted the snow off of yourself. Joel’s hands were now stuffed inside the pockets of his jeans, eyes boring into you. 

“You sure?”, he asked. 

You took a step forward so that you were a breath away from him. Your chest grazed his, and his breathing stuttered, the air around you suddenly thick and charged. His chest was solid and firm, your mind running rampant with the memory of it pressed against your body. You could see the way his jaw ticked as he looked down at you, the pressure looking like it could shatter his teeth at any minute. 

You felt the heat of his stare, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes, your irritation too fresh to be stamped out by one heady look from him. 

“Why do you care? Not like you’ve bothered to check up on me lately”. 

Joel’s face fell and you instantly regretted your words. He didn’t deserve that and you didn’t know why you were lashing out at him. 

“I know. ‘M sorry”, he said, his voice strained. 

You finally met his face, those big, brown eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t place, something that resembled sadness. Or regret. 

“Then why did you stay away?”. 

He swallowed thickly and you watched his Adam’s apple bob, an unsure look on his face. His one hand went to the back of his head, rubbing nervously. Joel Miller was nervous and that made you smirk, you doubted anything made him nervous. 

“I didn’t want to”, he started, inching closer to you, in hands flying to your hips. A tiny gasp left you at the contact, the skin underneath his hand burning, even though you were wearing three layers. “But I wanted to give you some space”. 

A beat lingered between you before you spoke. “I don’t want any more space”. 

Joel groaned, his eyes snapping shut as you let your hand drift to his beard, the scratchiness making your fingertips tingle. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your lips closing in on his mouth. You wanted to kiss him, you needed to.

It felt like you had been deprived of oxygen this whole month, waiting for that moment when you could breathe again. 

Joel’s fingers grazed your chin, tilting your face closer to his. You could feel his hot breath fan your face, making you shiver in anticipation. 

“Joel!”, a loud, booming voice echoed from behind you both. 

He withdrew from you quickly, putting distance between the two of you. Your heart was in your throat, your nerves on fire, leaving you breathless once again. But it wasn’t in the way that you wanted. Disappointment filled you as Tommy came into view.

His eyes found yours momentarily before they settled on Joel, giving him a look that you couldn’t quite decipher.

He softened his features as he focused back on you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side. 

“Hey, you”, you said. 

You smiled tightly at him, feeling the awkwardness flush your cheeks, “Hi”. 

“Mind if I steal her away?”, Tommy directed at Joel, who wordlessly shook his head, eyes on Tommy and not on you. 

You deflated further as Tommy led you away from his brother, and back into the heart of town. You looked back, watching the tail end of Joel disappearing back into his house.

You shrugged out of Tommy’s hold, watching as he put his hands in his pockets instead, not saying a word to you. 

“What do you need?”, you asked. 

He looked at you strangely before he connected the dots. 

“Oh, nothin’ really. Just thought I could walk you back home”. 

You gawked at him, stopping in your tracks as he continued on, not taking notice of how you had stopped. When he did notice, he looked back, confusion muddling his features. You arched a brow. 

“So, you just happened to stumble upon me when I was with Joel and decided I needed to be walked home?”, you asked, annoyance lacing every word. 

Tommy wasn’t one to beat around the bush. 

“What do you want me to say?”, he said, an exasperated sigh leaving him, his arms thrown up dramatically. 

“I want a straight answer, for starters”. 

He paused for a moment and you thought that he would blow you off, tell you that you were being a child and reading into things. But when he didn’t, you were surprised. 

“Honestly, I don’t think it's a good idea for you two to be spendin’ time together”, he started, taking a breath, “And from what I just saw, I don’t think your Daddy would take too kindly to the idea either”. 

Now your blood was boiling. Where did Tommy get off talking to you like that? Telling you who you could and couldn’t spend time with. You marched up to him, poking a finger into his chest. 

“I am an adult, Tommy. And contrary to popular belief, I can handle my own. So, I don’t think you should be poking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Because if you keep it up, we’re going to have some problems, Miller”. 

Tommy opened his mouth to say something but you were gone before he had the chance to say anything, stomping all the way back to your house, a cloud of anger and indignation burrowing in your gut. You pulled open your front door, seeing your father in his comfy chair by the fireplace. You mumbled a hello and locked yourself in your room. 

You were pacing, your feet wearing a hole in the hardwood. You stopped, an idea forming. A wicked, tempting fate idea. You dashed to your door, pausing a moment to listen for any indication of your father. The house was silent save for the usual groaning and creaking. 

Before you could change your mind, you pulled open your door, and sprinted out of the house and back toward Joel’s. You’d made it to the other side of town in record time, your chest heaving as you tried to level out your breathing. 

You pounded on his door, waiting for him to answer it. When he did, you swallowed thickly, eying the way his shirt was pulled tautly over his chest. You licked your lips subconsciously, not missing the way that Joel’s gaze dipped to them.  

“Can I come in?”, you asked, breathless. 

Joel hesitated, hand gripping the door above his head tightly, his knuckles whitening from the pressure. He seemed to be mulling the idea over in his head.

You expected him to turn you away, to tell you that it was a bad idea that you were at his house so late, that people in town would get the wrong idea about you and him. 

But you were past the point of caring, you were past the point of holding back. 

“Yeah, come on in, darlin’”.

[noturvlentine]

a stranger under the skin (pt3)

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Leon Kennedy x reader series

Summary [series]- after Chris Redfield has requested for your transfer from the BSAA, you’re tasked with uncovering a chain of bio-terrorist attacks alongside Leon Kennedy. Destruction, duty and your untold past brings you spiralling into an unlikely bond with your partner, as efforts are made and promises are broken.

I APOLOGISE FOR TEMPORARILY GOING AWOL!!!! I’m back now and this series is gonna keep up bc I really want to write for it and have been!!!

OKAY, I know Chris didn’t technicality command SOUs before 2009, but for the sake of the story let’s pretend that it fits in somewhere with the plot- or history, because it makes sense somehow that there’s this loss dynamic or prior stoicism from her job. And because why not- but yea that’s it.

alcohol, pills, violence in the near future and basically all that stuff

1.3k words

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Target Location

Eastern Europe

2009

11:00AM

You had arrived to your escort well into the dawn of the next day, probably because of the subsequent European timezone but the sudden change in light wasn’t of your concern as time was measured strictly in numbers, as you’d say. It had been a good while since you got the chance to admire the sunrise, it was quite late for the tail end of winter and last you could remember, it definitely looked better than the clouds of sand swallowing your view in South America. This sudden breeze of peacefulness also had you wondering when the last time you flew out in a civilian aircraft was. Maybe that’s why you never slept on transport because you were always shoved into the stomach of an Osprey or a CH-47 and what not. Leon had remained quiet, there was something brewing between the two of you that lacked of mutual understanding. Maybe it was better this way, the only important thing is that you needed to work well enough together to get the job done. That’s all. No hard feelings.

Somewhere in Eastern Europe

STRATCOM Safe house

2009

11:30AM

The car ride to the safe house was surprisingly uneventful. You’d half expected the car to explode and flip over some ten times and this operation would backfire with you and Leon heading home early, in comfortable black bags to no one’s condolences. At least that was how it was for you. God knows about Leon, the guy can’t seem to catch a break yet refuses to die. The city was well kept, not modern enough to suite the Americans yet not of great heritage at the heart. Another disposable sight for terrorism, seeing as no one expected to get a great amount of attention in a small Eastern European city, yet they only seemed to have sent the two of you. Your escort, a quiet man of no specific organisation at glance, cleared your departure through the back alley to a modest, yet somewhat unoccupied apartment building. The back entrance was between two large bins and a couple water tanks servicing the unit. The door was heavy and swung shut behind you, there wasn’t an elevator, only the quiet hum in the upward staircase lit by a square, graticule skylight around six floors up. You stepped into the beam of light and stared straight at it, the sky turning grey and boring by the time the morning fully rendered. Leon stopped beside you, following his gaze upwards to inquire yours. You could hear his hand fishing out the set of keys to your unit from his jacket pocket.

‘So they gave you the keys huh?’ You joked, breaking the silence, somewhat offended that no one had filled you in about breaking in and entering. You simply received a short laugh back as Leon headed up the stairs, his boots tapping softly and rhythmically up the stairs. Your unit was on the fourth floor, a one bedroom flat facing the street, which was mostly empty despite it already being well into the day. All the equipment was already packed into heavy duty cases stacked up in the corner, a replacement Christmas tree with everything you could possibly need- tactically that is, along with supplies that was meant to last you both for more than enough time. None of you bother to turn the lights on as your bags are dumped onto one of the couches facing the window, a cloud of dust flakes up from the couch but Leon doesn’t think twice before sitting down. You turn your back to him as you make your way closer to the windows, standing just around the frame enough to have a full view of the area, scanning your surroundings. Funny how the first thing that stuck was planning out your escape from a possible war zone, or apartment block or whatever. By now you’ve got it all mapped out-

The alley by the corner store, a fire hatch to the left of your window, another route behind the sixth parking meter and-

‘I could get used to this you know,’ you tried to ignore Leon’s statement of amusement. But instead, to your own surprise and credibility you reply with a sarcastic ‘yeah?’ and receive a hum from Leon.

‘Yeah, they got nice damn equipment and a comfortable place to hide out, best they’ve done if you ask me. Mustn’t be an easy job then.’ He’s casual, and it doesn’t sit well with you.

‘This is such a fucking domestic job.’ You snark, flicking your head around and turning back away from the window.

‘And does that make you uncomfortable?’ Leon questions, or rather, rhetorical, because he knows you’d rather be suffering out in the field under the scorching sun carrying 10kg of solid gear trying your best not to catch a bullet or two. You don’t reply, but simply glare straight at him heavily, arms crossed, to which Leon only returns a friendly smile ambiguous of sarcasm but ultimately understanding. You blink once, then turn on your heels over to the stack of heavy duty cases to fetch the debrief. The pile of documents slaps the glass coffee table hard as Leon glances at the memo before turning his head up to look at you, standing on the other side.

‘Do we wanna start or wait until someone blows our door down?’

It was probably around 21:00PM when the two of you had finished assessments and any additional planning after going through the memo a few more times. Dinner was a couple of protein bars and some green bottled substance probably beneficial to your health, who knows. All your belongings and sheets of paper was piled up on the coffee table, at some point you had gotten up to close the curtains and switch on the lights, but that felt like an eternity ago. You were staring at the ceiling with your head over the back of the couch when you head Leon rattle something metal in his hands. Your head was heavy and you’d blinked the rest out of your eyes and sat up to face Leon, who was now taking a swig at something from a small flask. Leon let the lid hang out to the side which for some reason your eyes settled on to, then back up to meet his gaze. You couldn’t blame him honestly, you’d taken something to numb the nerves some short hours ago to which the small capsule containing those pills were now peaking out under a few sheets of paper.

‘I’m not an alcoholic, don’t worry.’ He said, satirically over a warm grin.

‘You know you shouldn’t be drinking on the job’ you implied, signalling at the vessel tucked between his hands.

‘Oh yea? Well you aren’t any better there’ he nodded towards the bottle of pills on the coffee table.

‘Well don’t worry, I’m not a drug addict.’you teased. Leon laid back into the couch, his hand with the flask resting between his legs, staring at you comically, eyebrows raised and all.

He wasnt convinced

‘We all have our excuses Leon.’ You smiled, half heartedly.

He took another sip of his liquor, this time, resting it on the table before leaning back again.

‘And for the record, im not insane either.’ You added jokingly.

‘Well I sure disagree with that.’ He laughed. ‘No one willingly goes through the same hoard of papers six times in the same afternoon.’

AN: I’m back, and I didn’t know what to do with that chapter but hope it kicks things off again. I’m on vacation early atm so updates will be coming!!!!

[sylusheart]

hi there <3 welcome to my blog! :3 i write for shits and giggles and i post all of my works on ao3, you can find the link to my acc here.

but i also post some of my one-shots here on tumblr too (i only post the ones that are 'one part' long directly on tumblr - sometimes i tend to write one-shots that end up getting split into two/three parts because it becomes too long or i just do it for easier access to specific bits of the story) ♡

in my masterlist below you can find the direct links to my fics; if the fic is uploaded on tumblr (meaning if it's a one-shot) the link will take you to the tumblr post for it first but the ao3 link will still be accessible and shown on that page if you'd like to read it on there instead!┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️

this is my one and only blog because i'm not too used to the idea of having multiple blogs idk that sorta overwhelms me atm lmao (i'm not so familliar with tumblr but hopefully overtime i'll get more comfier on here and how things work...) but usually all my posts are just devil may cry :D though i tend to write/shitpost abt other stuff too such as call of duty, final fantasy vii/xv, resident evil, k-pop, love and deepspace + more! but yeah that's basically me summed up :p

here's a masterlist of my current works and wips for ao3! i've included a key at the bottom of this section with a detailed explanation on the labels i attach to my titles :3

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devil may cry

╰┈➤ ❝ serenity (on-going) vergil x fem!reader ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ cowboy like me (2 part one-shot) dante x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ made for me (one-shot) nico x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ heavy chain (one-shot) vergil x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ awakened (on-going) vergil x fem!reader ❞ WIP

love and deepspace

╰┈➤ ❝ candles for caleb (one-shot) caleb x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ mile high club (one-shot) xavier x fem!reader ❞ WIP

call of duty

╰┈➤ ❝ king of it all (one-shot) könig x fem!reader ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ barracks bunny (2 part one-shot) ghost x fem!reader ❞ WIP

k-pop

╰┈➤ ❝ a little jealousy (one-shot) shownu x fem!reader ❞

╰┈➤ ❝ heartstopper (one-shot) nayeon x fem!reader ❞ WIP

resident evil

╰┈➤ ❝ revival (one-shot) wesker x fem!reader ❞ WIP

╰┈➤ ❝ cabin fever (one-shot) leon kennedy x ashley graham ❞ WIP

vicious/villains duology

╰┈➤ ❝ elevating desires (one-shot) victor vale x eli ever ❞

star wars

╰┈➤ ❝ restless nights (discontinued) anakin x fem!reader ❞

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ key:

(on-going): this means it’s a fic that has depth to it, in other words: a long fic! it's something i'm continously writing and it has a thick enough plot to divide into multiple chapters. i try to update as regularly as i can. you can subscribe to the fic on ao3 so you'll get email updates whenever i post!

(discontinued): this means it's a long fic that i've abandonned and won't ever be going back to. this can be due to multiple reasons but i don't tend to drop my fics if i have a good story lying underneath them, so if you do see a discontinued fic on my page it probably wasn't something i was willing to remaster/extend on in the first place.

(completed): this means it's a long fic that has multiple chapters and has been edited a couple of times but probabably not edited to perfection. you won't have to wait for me to update as the entire story is available.

(one-shot): a quick fic that is only one chapter long, these are usually unedited and raw - they're just undeveloped quick bursts of ideas i try to write down asap, but i don't usually stretch them out into full-blown fics.

(2/3 part one-shot): i aim to make my one-shot fics just one chapter long but sometimes they get a little lengthy; it just feels wiser to just seperate the whole thing into a few parts. i never go over 3 parts, because if i do i would classify that as one of my 'long fics'.

(editing): if one of my fics has 'editing' beside the title that probably means i'm primarily focusing on updating that particular fic and i won't be working on other fics for the time being until i have completed editing, i usually go into an editing phase after every 10 chapters i upload on that specific fic, meaning i don't re-edit my one-shots no matter how many parts they are - my one-shots are always going to be raw first drafts and will most likely have mistakes.

i'm open for requests, if you'd like me to drop some headcannons or if you want to ask me if i could write up any possible fic ideas i will be more than happy to consider your suggestions! just drop me a dm or ask me anonymously <3

anyway thanks for reading this far, i'm super excited to make more works and share them with everyone :3 kudos and comments are so very appreciated (they motivate me fr) and in general i just love interacting with others so please don't hesitate to!

[kitty-used]

Mockingbird: Part 2

Currently I’m walking these two cute kids back home. I mean I did declare in their big sister so suddenly so of course I have to do my duty!

“Rin, can you tell me where your house is?” “Hm- oh it’s on xxx street. It should be close around the city.” “Ehhh! So you kids walk 30 minutes and back from school everyday? Don’t your tiny legs get tired from walking?” I asked with a very deep concern in my voice.

“well we don’t mind it anymore even though it does hurt…but sometimes only!” Rin gave out a not-so-convincing laugh. “Rin…it’s okay to be hurt, and you too Ran. Here come to me and I’ll carry ya!” I bent down to their height and picked them up, Rin on my left and Ran on my right side. “Oof-alright! Let’s get a boys home safely now.” I began walking again now carrying the two kids whom I thought would be heavier, especially due to their age but they were so light. So they’re parents even feed!?

“Uhh it’s okay you don’t have to carry us if we’re too heavy for you…” Ran said looking almost embarrassed but helpless at the same time.

“pshh! You’re not heavy kids and we’re almost close to your house now.” I stood in front of the apartment complex. Everywhere I looked it seemed too empty even though it’s located close to the city.

“Well, home sweet home! Which floor ya live in?” I went inside the building and into the elevator, putting the kids down.

“It’s on the 4th floor.” They both said in unison. While I was pressing the floor button I heard a sudden thump, I looked back and saw them sitting on the elevator floor. They looked so tired, sad and hurt….I got down with them and soothed their head gently. The whole time it was quiet and peaceful, like it was only the 3 of us in the world…and nothing else mattered.

The elevator came to a stop and the door opened, I got up and helped the kids get up too. They grabbed my hands on both sides. I couldn’t help but smile and melt from their cuteness.

“Alright boys, which door is your apartment?”

“4 again!” They beamed in unison.

“Lucky number 4?” I joked and walked to the side where their apartment was. Only the problem was…did they have a key?

“Uhmm guys do ya have a spare key?”

“Yea I do sis!” Ran took off his backpack and unlatched a key chain. “Here ya go!”

“Thank you very much!” I took the key from his small hands and opened the door. We walked inside together. The living room was big enough to fit a small family, it was also pretty empty except for some toys and a television.

“Alright! You’re home now, well now I’m off unless ya hungry and can’t cook.” The twins looks at me with sad eyes. “Sis…we’re hungry and we don’t know how to cook, and our wounds hurt.” Their eyes welled up with tears, and how could I say no to that?

“Don’t cry, I’ll cook for ya and clean ya wounds for today. Alright?”

After a couple minutes of consoling them and calming them down I went into the kitchen.

“Ya parents won’t mind, would they?”

“Nope, we don’t think they’re gonna come back until tomorrow morning.” Ran said as if it was normal for parents to neglect their kids.

“Oh well- then just relax and I’ll take care of ya today!”

Art not mine

[nandneesharma]

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Efficiency in Logistics: Coordinating with customs brokers and freight forwarders is essential in handling the logistics of importing medical hardware. IOR services make sure freight arrives on time and within funding.

Cost Oversight: By accurately categorizing goods under the proper HTS code and optimizing the tariff structure, specialist IOR services can largely reduce import prices.

Risk Mitigation: In the medical initiative, supply chain efficiency is critical. IOR services ensure the accurate handling of imports to stop uncertainties and errors, guaranteeing smooth processes in healthcare.

Why Choose One Union Solutions as Your Importer and Exporter of Record?

The procedure of importing medical hardware involves several steps that require thorough planning and implementation. Here's how professional IOR services can streamline this procedure:

Pre-Import Compliance Review

Before shipping, an IOR service provider properly checks the product to guarantee it obeys all laws. This involves ensuring security measures and appropriate classification under the proper HS code.

Paperwork and Regulatory Filing

Appropriate paperwork is required in the import operation. The IOR must prepare all needed documentation, such as import licenses, security certificates, and tariff types. This step ensures that the commodities pass through customs smoothly.

Customs Clearance

When importing medical hardware, the customs authorization procedure can be challenging. The IOR service provider partners with customs brokers to pay duties and ensure freight adherence to regional laws. They also ensure that the equipment is categorized perfectly under the appropriate harmonized system code to sidestep any extreme taxes.

Final Delivery and Post-Import Obedience

After medical hardware passes customs, the IOR service provider handles its delivery to the terminus and manages post-import compliance. They ensure all papers are kept accurately and that the import fulfills local regulations.

Difference between Importer of Record vs Freight Forwarder

Harmonized system codes (HS codes) are vital for importing medical hardware. They categorize commodities and set tariff rates. Accurate classification under the HTS code ensures paying the proper duties and bypassing extreme uncertainties.

In the medical hardware enterprise, a little mistake in classification can result in big penalties or holds. It's necessary to utilize the accurate HS code.

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Importing medical hardware comes with its unique set of difficulties, including:

Tough Regulatory Needs: Medical hardware must adhere to tough rules or face severe fines. IOR services ensure obedience to all regulations and norms.

Intricate Tax Structures: The tariff system for medical hardware may seem tough, with unstable rates for diverse products. Appropriately classifying commodities under the proper HTS code is vital to lower prices.

Logistical Challenges: The logistics of transporting medical hardware, mainly across transnational boundaries, can be tough. IOR services guarantee the convenient and excellent delivery of equipment.

Why choose One Union Solutions?

One Union Solutions excels at delivering excellent Importer of Record services customized for the medical hardware enterprise. Our professional team guarantees accurate handling of imports, from regulatory obedience to logistics oversight, fulfilling unique industry requirements with care and accuracy.

With our vast medical industry knowledge, we are well-equipped to provide worthwhile support in multinational commerce. By depending on us for your IOR requirements, you can trust that we will facilitate your imports and execute transactions perfectly and effectively.

One Union Solutions is your trustworthy partner for import functions, providing expert recommendations and support in steering international trade intricacies. Trust us to manage the challenges of importing equipment worldwide so you can concentrate on developing your enterprise efficiently.

Conclusion

Collaborating with a skilled IOR service provider can help firms simplify their import procedures. This guarantees they fulfill all regulatory needs, cut costs, and lower troubles when importing medical hardware such as diagnostic equipment or life-saving appliances. Expert IOR services are important for securing products to reach their goal safely and effectively.

This article defines the essence of Importer of Record (IOR) services in importing medical hardware. It underlines how IOR services provide successful importation by concentrating on observance, effective logistics, and correct category under the HTS code. We deliver extra services such as Delivered Duty Paid, White Glove Delivery, Freight Forwarding Service, Data Center Services, and Trade Compliance Certification to over 170 countries.

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How the Best Carton Box Supplier in Sharjah Can Enhance Your Business Operations

Packaging plays a crucial role in the smooth functioning of any business, from protecting products to creating a positive impression for customers. Finding the best carton box supplier in Sharjah can significantly impact your operations, ensuring product safety, efficient logistics, and improved brand perception. In this article, we explore the ways an exceptional carton box supplier can enhance your business operations.

1. Ensures Product Safety and Quality

The primary purpose of packaging is to safeguard products from damage during storage and transit. The best carton box supplier in Sharjah provides high-quality, durable boxes that protect fragile or sensitive items from potential harm. Robust carton boxes reduce the risk of breakage, minimize returns, and ensure customer satisfaction by delivering products intact.

2. Streamlines Supply Chain and Logistics

Efficient logistics are essential to avoid delays in product deliveries. By working with the best carton box supplier, businesses receive timely deliveries of packaging materials, eliminating the risks of stockouts. A reliable supplier helps companies plan their packaging needs, keeping inventory optimized and ensuring smooth operations without disruption.

3. Offers Customization for Branding

Custom packaging plays an essential role in brand identity. An experienced carton box supplier provides tailored solutions, including custom sizes, printing, and designs. This helps businesses reinforce their brand image with packaging that aligns with their marketing strategies. Personalized carton boxes not only enhance product presentation but also leave a lasting impression on customers.

4. Improves Operational Efficiency

The right supplier ensures that businesses receive packaging that meets specific requirements, whether it’s lightweight boxes for reduced shipping costs or heavy-duty cartons for large items. This optimization improves operational efficiency by cutting down on unnecessary expenses and ensuring smooth handling at every stage—from storage to delivery.

5. Ensures Sustainability and Eco-Friendly Solutions

Consumers and businesses alike are prioritizing sustainability. The best carton box supplier in Sharjah offers eco-friendly options, such as recyclable and biodegradable materials, helping businesses meet environmental standards. Adopting sustainable packaging solutions not only benefits the environment but also enhances brand reputation among eco-conscious customers.

6. Reduces Costs with Bulk Orders and Long-Term Collaboration

Working with a reputable supplier enables businesses to enjoy competitive pricing, especially when ordering in bulk. Long-term partnerships also result in better terms, allowing businesses to manage their packaging budget efficiently. Predictable costs and high-quality materials contribute to smoother financial planning and uninterrupted operations.

Conclusion

Choosing the best carton box supplier in Sharjah plays a vital role in maintaining the quality of your products, enhancing operational efficiency, and elevating your brand image. For businesses seeking top-notch packaging solutions, Bedyahpack offers a reliable, sustainable, and customized approach that ensures smooth operations and customer satisfaction. With Bedyahpack, your business can achieve both operational excellence and superior product presentation.

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Transform your backyard into a paradise with a Pergola Trellis

Do you have a backyard and pergola? It's time to build a Stunning Real Wood Pergola to increase your living area. Pergolas Trellis can create shade over a patio, deck, pool, or hot tub.

Your needs and tastes are our top priority. Thus, we make our pergolas to order. One stylish garden element may be used in over a dozen ways, elevating your backyard to new heights. These pergola plans will spark creativity and guide your next outdoor undertaking. Here is how you can do it:

Ways to Transform your backyard into a paradise with a Pergola Trellis

Bring Shade

Do they need more backyard drama due to a lack of seclusion or shade? Installing a pergola might be an excellent addition. Latticed roofs formed from horizontal beams and vertical rafters are supported by end posts in these lovely rectangular wooden gardens. Here are some options if you're looking for a pergola-centered outdoor paradise.

Go for Free and clear.

Plants in hanging pots can be strung from the ceiling or hung from the posts of a pergola to create a vertical garden. You may suspend plant pots from the ceiling by hooking steel wire hangers through holes drilled into the sides of the banks and then securing the hangers with too-small metal hooks. Plants like begonias and dead nettle thrive in partial shade, so they're a good choice for a pergola.

At Full Steam

Hang a porch swing from your pergola for a touch of whimsy. Invest in a porch swing with a heavy-duty metal suspension chain, attach the chain to the pergola beams, and relax. Plants with colorful blooms dangling from their branches flank the swing, making the area even more joyful.

Make a U-Turn

Need help to afford to construct an oversized roofed patio. Putting a pergola on a deck's edge may have a similar effect. The pergola at the deck's end creates a private space for entertaining guests while allowing them to enjoy the deck's ample space. A wraparound balcony and privacy screen help keep curious onlookers at bay.

When you're finished, give your Pergola Trellis its unique character by staining it in one of the above ways. For the best help, Wright Timberframe offers the best pergolas timbers and construction methods to update everything like a new one!

A Pergola Trellis from Wright Timberframe will transform your backyard into a paradise. Our pergola designs and materials make creating a custom outdoor living area easy and perfect for entertaining or relaxing.

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Dependable and Long-lasting Rigger Gear for Safety and Security

When it comes to working in heavy-duty industries, safety is always the top priority. From construction sites to offshore oil rigs, the right equipment can make the difference between a job well done and a dangerous situation. Among the most essential tools for ensuring worker safety is high-quality rigger gear. At natl-safety.com, we understand the importance of dependable and long-lasting equipment in securing the safety and well-being of your crew. Our range of rigger gear is designed to meet the highest safety standards, providing you with the confidence to tackle even the toughest jobs.

Why Quality Rigger Gear Matters

Rigger gear is essential for lifting, securing, and moving heavy loads in various industrial settings. Whether you are working on construction sites, oil rigs, or maritime operations, the right equipment ensures the safe handling of materials. Poorly manufactured or worn-out gear can lead to accidents, injuries, and even fatalities. This is why choosing high-quality rigger gear is non-negotiable when it comes to safeguarding your team and your worksite.

At natl-safety.com, we specialize in providing durable, reliable, and tested equipment to ensure that your crew has what it needs to operate safely. Our products are designed not only to meet industry standards but to exceed them, offering you peace of mind when it comes to National Safety Partners and performance.

Types of Rigger Gear You Need

The range of rigger gear available on the market can be overwhelming. It is crucial to understand the different types of equipment necessary for your specific operations and how they contribute to the overall safety of your crew. Here’s an overview of some of the most essential types of rigger gear that we offer at natl-safety.com:

 

Slings and Lifting Straps

Slings and lifting straps are used to secure loads before they are hoisted. They come in various materials, such as synthetic fibers, wire ropes, and chains. Our slings are designed for heavy-duty use, offering strength and flexibility while minimizing the risk of damage to the load.

Hoists and Cranes

A good hoist or crane is critical for lifting heavy loads. We provide a selection of manual, electric, and pneumatic hoists that are built to handle the most challenging environments. Our hoists are engineered for ease of use and longevity, helping you complete your tasks efficiently.

Shackles and Hooks

Shackles and hooks are the connectors that attach lifting gear to the load or the crane. Our selection includes high-grade alloy shackles and hooks designed to withstand extreme forces without bending or breaking. Each product undergoes rigorous testing to ensure maximum load capacity and safety.

Winches

Winches are commonly used for pulling or lifting loads, particularly in the maritime industry. Our winches are designed for reliability, ease of use, and safety, making them an essential part of any rigger’s toolkit. Whether you are dealing with marine environments or heavy construction, our winches provide the power and control you need.

Fall Protection Gear

Working at heights is one of the riskiest aspects of many industrial jobs. That’s why fall protection equipment is a critical part of rigger gear. From harnesses to lanyards, our fall protection solutions are designed to ensure that workers can operate safely even when working in elevated positions.

Meeting Industry Standards

One of the most important aspects of choosing rigger gear is ensuring that the equipment meets or exceeds industry safety standards. At natl-safety.com, we take pride in supplying products that comply with all relevant regulations, including those set by OSHA (Occupational Safety and Health Administration) and ANSI (American National Standards Institute).

Our commitment to quality and safety means that you can trust our gear to hold up under pressure, even in the most challenging environments. All of our products undergo stringent testing to ensure that they meet the highest performance standards, giving you the confidence that you’re using the best equipment available.

Durability and Longevity: Invest in Safety

When you invest in rigger gear, you’re investing in the safety and productivity of your crew. At natl-safety.com, we recognize the importance of providing durable and long-lasting products that can withstand the rigors of heavy use. Our gear is made from high-quality materials and designed to offer maximum durability, reducing the risk of wear and tear over time.

This focus on longevity means fewer replacements, lower maintenance costs, and ultimately, more savings for your business. It also means that your crew can rely on the equipment day after day, ensuring consistent performance and safety.

Why Choose natl-safety.com?

With so many suppliers in the market, you might be wondering why you should choose natl-safety.com for your rigger gear needs. Here are just a few reasons:

Commitment to Safety: We are dedicated to ensuring that every product we sell meets the highest National Safety Partners standards.

Quality and Durability: Our gear is built to last, giving you peace of mind and reducing costs in the long run.

Wide Selection: From slings and hoists to fall protection gear, we have everything you need to keep your crew safe and productive.

Expert Support: Not sure what equipment is right for your job? Our team of experts is always available to help you choose the best products for your needs.

Place Your Order Today!

When it comes to rigger gear, there’s no room for compromise. Trust natl-safety.com to provide dependable, long-lasting products that ensure the safety and security of your crew. Visit our website today to browse our wide selection of rigger gear and place your order with confidence!

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Technical Innovation in Chain Saw Engineering

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Understanding Conveyor Systems: Types, Benefits, and Top Manufacturers

Conveyor systems play a crucial role in modern industry, facilitating the movement of materials and products efficiently. From flexible expandable roller conveyors to modular belt conveyor systems, these systems come in various types, each suited to specific needs. This article explores the flexible powered roller conveyor different conveyor systems, their benefits, and leading manufacturers.

Types of Conveyor Systems

1. Spiral Conveyors

Spiral conveyors are designed to move products vertically, making them ideal for applications where space is limited. They use a spiral belt to lift or lower items, helping in optimizing floor space.

Vertical Spiral Conveyor: Moves products between different elevations.

Spiral Accumulation Conveyor: Used to accumulate products while moving them vertically.

Quote: “Spiral conveyors are perfect for high-density storage and retrieval applications, providing a compact solution for vertical transportation.” - Industry Expert

2. Gravity Conveyors

Gravity conveyors rely on gravity to move items along a set path. They are simple, cost-effective, and versatile.

Gravity Roller Conveyor: Consists of rollers mounted in a frame, allowing products to move smoothly.

Flexible Gravity Roller Conveyor: Offers adjustability and flexibility in design, adapting to various layouts.

Statistic: "Gravity conveyors account for about 20% of all conveyor system sales due to their simplicity and effectiveness." - Conveyor Systems Association

3. Modular Belt Conveyors

Modular belt conveyors use interlocking plastic segments to create a continuous belt. They are known for their durability and adaptability.

Plastic Modular Belt Conveyor: Ideal for food processing and other industries requiring hygiene and ease of cleaning.

Modular Belt Conveyor Systems: Customizable to fit various applications, including high-speed and heavy-duty tasks.

Quote: “Modular belt conveyors offer flexibility and can be easily reconfigured to meet changing needs in a production line.” - Conveyor Specialist

4. Telescoping Conveyors

Telescoping conveyors extend and retract to accommodate various loading and unloading scenarios. They are particularly useful for truck loading and unloading.

Telescopic Conveyor System: Extends to reach different truck heights and retracts when not in use.

Mobile Telescopic Conveyor: Provides mobility and flexibility in handling goods.

Statistic: “Telescoping conveyors increase efficiency in loading and unloading operations by up to 30%.” - Material Handling Industry Report

5. Slat Chain Conveyors

Slat chain conveyors use slatted chains to move products. They are ideal for handling heavy or bulky items and provide a stable conveyance surface.

Slat Conveyor Chain: Offers strong support for heavy products.

Plastic Slat Conveyor: Lightweight and resistant to corrosion, suitable for various industrial environments.

Quote: “Slat chain conveyors are built to handle the toughest tasks, from automotive parts to packaged goods.” - Conveyor Design Engineer

6. Bucket Elevators

Bucket elevators lift bulk materials vertically using buckets attached to a belt or chain. They are essential for handling grain, minerals, and other bulk items.

Chain Bucket Elevator: Uses a chain to lift materials, suitable for heavier loads.

Belt Bucket Elevator: Employs a belt, ideal for lighter materials and faster speeds.

Statistic: “Bucket elevators are preferred for bulk handling in industries such as agriculture and mining due to their high capacity and reliability.” - Bulk Handling Association

7. Expandable Conveyors

Expandable conveyors are versatile systems that can be extended or retracted to adjust to different sizes and shapes.

Expandable Gravity Roller Conveyor: Provides flexibility for varying conveyor lengths and widths.

Flexible Expandable Roller Conveyor: Ideal for handling diverse product sizes and weights with ease.

Quote: “Expandable conveyors offer unmatched flexibility, making them a go-to solution for dynamic environments where space and load requirements frequently change.” - Conveyor Systems Expert

Leading Conveyor Manufacturers

Several manufacturers are known for their expertise in conveyor systems, each offering unique solutions tailored to specific needs.

FlexLink: Specializes in modular and flexible conveyor systems, known for their innovative designs and high-quality components.

Dorner: Offers a range of conveyor solutions, including modular belts and precision conveyors, catering to various industries.

Interroll: Renowned for their gravity conveyors and spiral conveyor systems, providing reliable and efficient solutions.

Hytrol: Known for their extensive range of conveyor systems, including gravity, modular, and telescoping conveyors, with a strong focus on customer service and customization.

Conclusion

Conveyor systems are integral to modern industrial operations, providing efficient solutions for transporting materials. Whether it's a spiral conveyor for vertical movement, a gravity conveyor for cost-effective handling, or a modular belt conveyor for adaptability, each type serves a specific purpose. Leading manufacturers like FlexLink, Dorner, Interroll, and Hytrol offer advanced solutions to meet diverse needs.

Understanding the various conveyor systems and their benefits helps in choosing the right solution for your specific application. As technology advances, the options and capabilities of conveyor systems continue to expand, offering even more efficiency and versatility.

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Decartoning Conveyor in Brazil

Laxmi Pharma Equipment: Laxmi Pharma Equipment, established in 1985 in Phase III, Vatva, Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India, is a leading manufacturer, Supplier, and Exporter of Decartoning Conveyor in Brazil. A decartoning conveyor is a type of conveyor system used to automate the process of removing cartons from a packaging line. The system typically includes features such as automated loading, unboxing, and sorting mechanisms that streamline the decartoning process. It helps in transitioning products from carton packaging to further processing or distribution stages. Types of Decartoning Conveyors Belt Conveyors: Utilizes a continuous belt to transport cartons through the decartoning process. Roller Conveyors: Features a series of rollers to support and move cartons, suitable for heavier or bulkier packages. Chain Conveyors: Employs chains to handle and transport cartons, ideal for more robust or heavy-duty applications. Elevator Conveyors: Designed to move cartons between different levels, facilitating vertical transportation in a production facility. Applications: Pharmaceutical Industry Food and Beverage Industry Cosmetics Industry Chemical Industry Laxmi Pharma Equipment is Manufacturer, Supplier and Exporter of Decartoning Conveyor in Brazil Including Acre, Alagoas, Amapa, Amazonas, Bahia, Ceara, Distrito Federal, Espirito Santo, Goias, Maranhao, Mato Grosso, Mato Grosso do Sul, Minas Gerais, Para, Paraiba, Parana, Pernambuco, Piaui, Rio de Janeiro, Rio Grande, São Paulo, Rio de Janeiro, Brasília, Fortaleza, Salvador, Belo Horizonte, Manaus, Curitiba. For detailed information and inquiries, please feel free to contact us. View Product: Click Here Read the full article

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Exploring the Benefits of Used Plastic Pallets

In the realm of logistics and supply chain management, the choice of pallets can significantly impact efficiency, cost-effectiveness, and environmental sustainability. While new plastic pallets are often the preferred choice for many industries, there's a compelling case to be made for used plastic pallets. These pallets, sourced from reliable suppliers like Plastic Pallets UK, offer a range of benefits that make them a smart option for businesses aiming to balance functionality with budget-conscious decisions.

Cost Savings Without Compromise

One of the most immediate advantages of opting for used plastic pallets is cost savings. Unlike new pallets, which can be a significant investment, used pallets provide a more economical alternative without compromising on quality. At Plastic Pallets UK, each used pallet undergoes rigorous inspection and quality checks to ensure it meets industry standards, offering you peace of mind without stretching your budget.

Environmental Sustainability

Choosing used plastic pallets also aligns with sustainability goals. By extending the lifespan of these pallets through reuse, businesses contribute to reducing overall plastic waste and carbon footprint. Plastic pallets are inherently durable and resistant to moisture, ensuring they maintain their structural integrity even after multiple uses. This durability not only supports sustainable practices but also minimizes the need for frequent replacements, further reducing environmental impact.

Versatility and Reliability

Used plastic pallets available through Plastic Pallets UK come in a variety of sizes and configurations, catering to diverse industry needs. Whether you require pallets for heavy-duty industrial applications or lightweight transport within a warehouse setting, there's a suitable option to match your operational requirements. These pallets are designed to withstand the rigors of modern logistics, offering reliability in material handling and storage operations.

Compliance and Hygiene Standards

In sectors such as food and pharmaceuticals, adherence to strict hygiene standards is paramount. Used plastic pallets from reputable suppliers like Plastic Pallets UK are thoroughly cleaned and sanitized to meet industry regulations. This ensures they are safe for use in environments where cleanliness and hygiene are non-negotiable, providing a cost-effective solution without compromising on compliance.

Conclusion

Used plastic pallets represent a practical and sustainable choice for businesses looking to optimize their supply chain operations while managing costs effectively. At Plastic Pallets UK, each pallet is carefully selected and refurbished to deliver reliability, durability, and environmental responsibility. Whether you're enhancing your logistics efficiency or striving towards sustainability goals, choosing used plastic pallets can be a strategic decision that benefits both your business and the environment. Explore the diverse range of used plastic pallets available at Plastic Pallets UK and discover how these versatile solutions can elevate your logistics strategy. Embrace sustainability without sacrificing performance—because when it comes to pallet solutions, quality and efficiency go hand in hand.